MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 53 Kentaro Miyazaki (recommendation ticket for collection)

  Chapter 53 Miyazaki Kentaro (recommendation ticket for collection)

  When Cheng Qianfan bent over to approach, Kawata Yongkichi was on high alert.

  He is ready to strike first and kill the Chinese.

   "Fukushima's Dashichi brew, I smell the taste of my hometown."

   Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a familiar accent.

  He looked at Cheng Qianfan.

  Cheng Qianfan smiled, his face was filled with the joy of meeting fellow villagers in a foreign country.

  Happy smiling face, joyful eyes looking forward to each other, looking into each other's eyes:

surprise.

Suspect.

   Joy.

   Be vigilant.

  Cheng Qianfan captured the complex emotions of the other party from these eyes, from the flash of emotional release.

  Yongkichi Kawata was about to get up almost subconsciously. He could tell that this handsome young man had an authentic Fukushima accent.

In addition, the bottle of wine he is drinking is the famous Fukushima local wine, Daishichizeng. This kind of wine is only sold in Fukushima. Let alone Chinese, people in many big cities in Japan have never drunk this kind of wine. .

  In his heart, he already subconsciously believed that the other party should be his fellow Fukushima.

   It's just that at the critical moment, the military discipline engraved in his bones calmed down Yongkichi Kawada. He was performing a mission and could not reveal his identity as a citizen of the Great Japanese Empire.

   "I told you not to disturb us!" Kawata Yongkichi stood up suddenly, almost bumping into Cheng Qianfan.

  Caught off guard, Cheng Qianfan staggered, and almost fell the plate in his hand. He looked down, the whiskey glass was overturned, the wine spilled on the plate, half of the minced chicken and abalone soup spilled out, and the steak almost slipped off the plate.

  …

  The relatively large movement attracted the attention of the surrounding passengers.

  The bodyguard who was a few bunks away from here looked over.

  Cheng Qianfan shook his head, looking at the middle-aged man with a surprised, incomprehensible, and even sad expression.

  When the head of the bodyguard received Cheng Qianfan's signal, he immediately looked away and didn't look this way again.

  Cawada Yongkichi was a little anxious. He was really worried that this fellow from Fukushima would yell, which would reveal his Japanese identity.

   At this time, Kawata Yongkichi saw the other party sighed, bowed slightly and said, "Wandering poet Miyazaki Kentaro, take the liberty to interrupt."

  Looking at the lonely back of Miyazaki Kentaro leaving with a messy dinner plate, Nagayoshi Kawada could only say sorry to the fellow in his heart.

  'Wandering Poet'?

  Hearing the identity of Miyazaki Kentaro, Kawata Yongkichi thought deeply.

   "Is it one of yours?" Mr. Xiaoyuan Glasses asked Kawada Yongkichi in a low voice.

   "No." Kawata Yongkichi shook his head lightly.

  Mr. Xiaoyuan glasses immediately showed a nervous and frightened expression.

  Yongkichi Kawata gave the other party a contemptuous look, "It's us Japanese, not you Chinese, you can be sure of that."

  Mr. Xiaoyuan glasses let out a long sigh of relief.

   "Don't worry, Mr. Wen, no one knows that we are taking the train. The attention of those who want to kill you has been on the Hinomaru passenger ship."

  …

   Go back to your bunk.

  Cheng Qianfan looked a little disappointed, and lost his appetite for the delicious food, which tasted like wax.

  The steak is half eaten.

   I drank half a bowl of minced chicken and abalone soup.

  Cheng Qianfan pulled the bell, and soon a waiter rushed over to take away the tableware.

  He himself was lying on the bunk, pulled up the blanket to cover his body, and turned his head to face the wall of the bed.

  After being blocked, the lost eyes that outsiders can't see become cold.

  Cheng Qianfan is now absolutely sure that the other party is Japanese, at least the middle-aged man drinking is Japanese.

   To be precise, they are from Fukushima, Japan.

  Cheng Qianfan met a Japanese classmate, Imai Tai, when he was in Shanghai Dongya Tongwen College.

  Ta Imai is from Fukushima.

   This is a Japanese student who is deeply influenced by the school’s propaganda and really believes in the friendship between Japan and China.

  Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese student who also agrees with the friendship between China and Japan, quickly became good friends with each other.

  …

  Ta Imai is a shy Japanese young man with few friends, so he cherishes Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese friend.

  The two talked almost everything.

  Cheng Qianfan speaks Japanese with a very authentic Fukushima accent, which he learned from Imai Tai.

  Tai Imai, who came to China from the Japanese island, would be homesick. He would tell Cheng Qianfan about his hometown, his childhood anecdotes, and the scenery and allusions of his hometown.

  Cheng Qianfan will be invited to taste the fine wine sent from his hometown: Fukushima’s Daqiniang.

  This is a wine brewed by a local winery with a history of more than 100 years. It has a unique wine-making technique, so the taste is very unique.

   Cheng Qianfan finished ordering, walked to the side corridor, and smelled the faint smell of alcohol. He deliberately walked over there to talk to the Mr. with the little round glasses.

  Intentionally approached, when approaching the middle-aged man who was drinking, Cheng Qianfan smelled the smell of wine at close range, and immediately confirmed that this was Taiqi Niang, the hometown wine that Imai Tai was extremely proud of.

   Immediately probing in Japanese, Cheng Qianfan captured the other party's instant eye reaction.

   There are surprises, doubts, joys, and vigilance.

   Only there is no normal Chinese who should hate Japanese people!

  Then, the reaction of the middle-aged man made Cheng Qianfan finally confirm his guess:

   Impatiently told Cheng Qianfan not to disturb them any more.

  The point is: don't bother!

  …

  Cheng Qianfan chose to take the identity of Miyazaki Kentaro, it was a flash of inspiration, but it was definitely not blind.

  After he became acquainted with Imai Tai, Imai Tai said many times that Cheng Qianfan's appearance is very similar to his good friend Miyazaki Kentaro in Fukushima.

   Cheng Qianfan was very curious after hearing this.

   Asked a lot about Kentaro Miyazaki.

  Ta Imai didn't think too much, and was very happy, saying that he had the opportunity to introduce Cheng Qianfan and Miyazaki Kentaro.

  He happily told Cheng Qianfan what he knew about his good friend Miyazaki Kentaro.

  Miyazaki Kentaro's personality is similar to Imai Taita, and he has few friends.

  According to Imai Tai, the only real friend of Miyazaki Kentaro is Imai Tai, who rarely plays with other people.

  It can be said that in China, unless Taro Imai saw it in person, or Miyazaki Kentaro came to China from Japan and appeared in person, it would be almost difficult for Cheng Qianfan to pretend to be Miyazaki Kentaro.

Eh? !

  Cheng Qianfan just had an idea just now, in order to avoid the other party's suspicion, he disguised himself as Miyazaki Kentaro.

  If he hadn't smelled the wine of Daqiniang and realized that the other party was from Fukushima, Cheng Qianfan would not have thought of Miyazaki Kentaro, a Japanese who only existed in his verbal conversation with Imai Taro.

  Now, he thinks carefully about his sudden move, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that it seems... a clever move.

   seems to be doing quite a bit.

  …

  The train was moving slowly at a speed of about sixty miles per hour.

  Cheng Qianfan put down the old newspaper in his hand and rang the bell.

   "Sir, is there anything we can do for you?"

   "Do you have the latest newspaper?"

"Feel sorry…"

  Cheng Qianfan took out a one-yuan legal coin and handed it over.

   "Yes, you can wait later." The staff member said with a smile.

  The staff just left, Cheng Qianfan then picked up the old newspaper and flipped through it.

  Suddenly, he silently put one hand into his waist, and shook the newspaper with the other hand. At the same time, with a click, he adjusted the Mauser pistol to the ready state.

  He put down the newspaper casually, just covering his waist.

   Then one person looked out the window in a daze.

   "Mr. Miyazaki Kentaro."

   Cheng Qianfan heard the sound, turned his head subconsciously, and saw the black muzzle of the gun.

   Part 2 is here.

   Ask for collection.

   Ask for a recommendation ticket.

   Ask for a reward.

   Ask for a monthly pass.

Many thanks.

  (end of this chapter)