Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?.

Chapter 344 The Oiran, I know her!
The performance is to come all the way from the road and then complete the final ceremony on the performance stage.

The rostrum is high up and provides a clear and comfortable view of the activities. It is also the best position in terms of design.

The first row consists of bigwigs with official identities, the second row consists of industry bigwigs in culture and tourism, and the third row consists of industry leaders in strength.

Oda Shingo looked at the only empty seat in front of him and felt curious.

I can be in the second row, but I haven’t come yet?
Which industry leader related to the Department of Culture or the Department of Tourism could it be?

If it was Mrs. Yukino, she would be qualified to sit here, he thought. Although Yukino was the assistant reviewer, she was doing it out of interest, and her social status was definitely higher than his.

As the sky gradually darkened, the performance of the Autumnal Equinox Festival began.

Unlike China, Japanese festival performances are mainly traditional, with very few modern pop songs or modern dances.

At least it won't be like the autumn harvest performance in some places, where popular stars are invited to sing love songs...

But when it comes to traditional Japanese performances, some are very good, but some are not so attractive.

The show started with Taiko drums. Eight young men and eight girls came from a distance beating small Taiko drums. After they came on stage, the staff carried bigger Taiko drums.

Bang-dong, bang-dong, bang-dong, bang-dong—the sound of the large drums was deafening, and the drum beats were rhythmic. Especially a few girls, who swung their bare arms so loudly that it made people feel tired just by looking at them.

Oda Shingo remembered the Taiko drum master he played when he was a child, and even subconsciously waved his hands along with Lingkong.

"Have you played it too?" Fujido Kaoru asked with a smile.

Oda Shingo nodded: "I've played the drum game before."

"Sometime, can you take me to the arcade to play?" Fujido Kaoru raised her eyebrows.

"When you are free."

"Bad guy."

The next performances were sword dances and fireworks displays. Most of the performers were students from nearby universities. They were all dressed in traditional costumes, which was quite unique.

Although Oda Shingo had similar memories, they were inherited from this body after all. This was the first time he had seen it, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"Are your eyes not enough?" Namikaze Youhe suddenly said softly.

"No." Oda Shingo quickly looked away.

Namikaze Youhe looked at him and whispered, "I can dance too. Next time I'll just dance for you to see?"

"Uh……"

"You don't mean to say 'when I'm free'?" Namikaze Youhe said coldly.

Oda Shingo saw that things were not going well and quickly explained, "No. In my opinion, dancing is an act of showing the beauty of the opposite sex, but Youhe, you give me the impression of being very beautiful on a daily basis, and you don't need to perform a dance to show it."

Namikaze Youhe was stunned for a moment, then her face quickly turned red, and she lowered her head and dared not look at Oda Shingo again.

"Sweet talk! Why were you so perfunctory to me just now?" Fujido Kaoru raised her eyes.

It turns out that Mr. Oda is so good at coaxing girls... Yuko Mikami was surprised, but soon began to wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment?

The next performance was a performance of dozens of traditional Japanese monsters patrolling the streets at night. The appearance was carefully made, and with official funding, the effect was quite good.

Oda Shingo got up and went to the bathroom.

"Bring the invitation ticket." Namikaze Youhe reminded.

The restroom is quite a distance away, quite far down the avenue.

"It's so stuffy." The weather was gloomy and damp, so he took off his mask and just wore sunglasses.

When he came out of the restroom, Oda Shingo heard the voice of the person who cleared the way, "Oiran Dochu".

"Oiran Dochu" originated in the Edo period and refers to the behavior of high-ranking prostitutes in the red-light district wearing gorgeous clothes to greet important guests.

The person leading the way came in front, holding a lantern with the word "Kurokawa" on it, loudly announcing the departure of the oiran.

Behind them, actors and actresses playing kappa and foxes played hand drums and sang traditional songs:

"When will the bird in the cage come out?"

"Before dawn, the crane and the turtle slipped and fell. Who was behind them?" Oda Shingo was surprised. This set of "Oiran Dochu" was very complete.

Even in Japan, most of these performances do not have monsters such as foxes and kappas as the background. It turns out that having official support is a big investment.

The next in line were the guards, holding sticks and marching in unison, followed closely by two maids in kimonos, holding pipes and cigarette cases.

The courtesan was accompanied by one attendant each supporting and holding an umbrella as they walked in the center.

Then there was the young girl called "Furisode Shinzo" following behind the oiran.

The team's appearance was eye-catching, their postures were dignified, and they had a strong Japanese style, which made Oda Shingo unable to take his eyes away.

"What a long line." He took off his glasses and stood on the side of the road to watch the excitement carefully.

The oiran walked slowly towards him, and Oda Nobuo's eyes first fell on her feet.

No way, it's too conspicuous.

It was reasonable to need someone to hold onto the heavy black clogs that were over 20 centimeters high while walking. Oda Shingo complained in his heart, even though he knew it was to show his nobility and avoid falling.

The hand-embroidered kimono, mainly in red and purple, and with numerous expensive accessories, highlights the identity of the oiran.

The courtesan's age was hard to tell, because her face was covered in thick white powder, red lips, and deep eye shadow. It was hard to tell whether she was a human or a demon...

Oda Shingo knew that this was an actor, not a real oiran.

However, it is said that all the actors are beautiful women, and according to traditional requirements, they need to be unmarried young girls, but with this kind of dressing, who can tell whether they are beautiful or how old they are?
The courtesan walked over slowly.

Oda Shingo noticed that her back was pale pink.

The kimono of the oiran is backless but not shoulder-exposed, so a large area of ​​skin is revealed behind the neck.

This oiran's skin is different from Mrs. Yukino's snow-white and tender skin. It has a pink and white texture like a lively girl.

She really doesn't look that old, is she a teenage actress? Oda Shingo speculated.

"Hey, young man, the courtesan has been looking at you." An old man next to him reminded.

Oda Shingo was stunned.

An older woman nearby said with a smile, "Those who can make the oiran turn their heads are all handsome guys."

Only then did Oda Shingo realize that the oiran had been looking at him.

She walked slowly past, but turned back and kept looking over here.

I was so busy looking at the beautiful back that needed a cupping treatment that I didn't notice the other person's gaze.

At this moment, the two looked at each other.

The oiran's eyes were indeed very beautiful, but covered with thick eye shadow, they made people feel uncomfortable.

Oda Shingo didn't like heavy feminine makeup, so he subconsciously wanted to look away.

But the next moment, the courtesan's heavily lipsticked lips moved slightly:
"Oda Shingo."

The oiran whispered Oda Shingo's name.

Although the voice was not loud and Oda Shingo could not hear it clearly, the mouth shape matched perfectly.

But the moment he opened his mouth, the traces of his blackened teeth were clearly visible.

In ancient Japan, people considered black teeth to be beautiful, so the teeth of the oiran performers also maintained the traditional color.

It felt like a monster! Oda Shingo felt cold all over.

But she recognized him? Oda Shingo was stunned.

Didn’t expect to meet your fans here?

It turned out to be a mistake to take off the sunglasses and mask, so Oda Shingo immediately put on the sunglasses and mask and ran away.

The oiran maintained her performance state as she took slow and heavy steps, watching him go away with a slight smile on her lips.

(End of this chapter)