You are Toyokawa Shoko, then who am I?

Yasunobi raised his head.

Her jade-like pearl eyes flickered with joy, with a faint smile on her face. Then she pulled the corner of Fengchuan Xiang's clothes and stretched her hand into the air eagerly.

Without looking back, Toyokawa Sho knew that Lenai wanted to high-five her, so he reached out and clapped his hands with hers. The big hand and the small hand overlapped, making a crisp and bright sound.

yeah.

A great victory for the Matcha Alliance.

Tsuzuki Shifune watched the little interaction between the two, shook her head and laughed. Time had aged her face, and her black hair had faded to white, but the light in her eyes was still bright. She didn't say much, but just walked forward.

Soon, Toyokawa Sho followed behind him.

"Boss, let me help you walk."

"No need."

The old man shook his head.

"It's necessary. If Sister Zhenci knew that I came out with you and just stood there like an idiot, she would definitely call me out and give me a lecture."

Toyokawa Sho said shamelessly, "I can't disobey the manager."

"She is the store manager, and I am the boss."

Tsuzuki Shifune laughed and scolded, "Why, you only listen to her and not me?"

"Napoleon once said, 'My subordinates' subordinates are not my subordinates.' If you promote me to be your subordinate, I will definitely obey you."

Someone is using rogue tactics.

The old man chuckled, and his serious face showed a hint of kindness. She knew that he was trying to cheer her up, so she was too lazy to talk nonsense with the sharp-tongued young man and acquiesced to his support.

The girl on the other side gently tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, and the three of them walked together. Although their pace was slow, each step was steady.

There is clearly no blood connection.

They don't look alike, and even the sense of distance is a little subtle.

But this warm and harmonious feeling is seen by others.

From a distance, they look like a family.

……

……

……

Toyokawa Sho doesn't know much about Tsuzuki's poetry ship.

In the previous world, he had very few interactions with this old man, so he thought that Tsuzuki Shifune would just take him to a clothing store to buy some clothes and be done with it.

After all, the old man doesn't seem to pay much attention to fashion. He should be the type who doesn't know much about clothing matching and current trends.

However, in fact, Tsuzuki Shisen was very knowledgeable in this area.

Because her daughter is studying fashion design and is very obsessed with it.

The old man often quarreled with his daughter about this matter.

She had long given up on letting her daughter inherit her career and pursue music with her. The main reason for the quarrel was that her daughter wanted to go to London to pursue her dream of becoming a fashion designer.

She told her daughter at that time.

Not to mention that London and Japan are thousands of miles apart, making travel difficult, and it will be difficult to meet in the future. Moreover, people in London have their own circles, with different customs and culture, and they may not necessarily accept foreigners into their groups. Even if you are alone in a foreign country, who will take care of you if you are helpless?

Let’s just talk about Lenai’s education and growth issues.

If you go to London for work, who will take care of Lenai? If you take Lenai with you to London, will you have time to take care of her?

Faced with all these realistic problems, the daughter just continued to emphasize how magnificent her clothing dream was, causing the old man to lose his temper.

At the end of the quarrel, it was the son-in-law who came to mediate and said that he could be transferred to London to work together, and as for the child, the elderly could help take care of him.

Thinking of the events of the past ten years, the old man sighed slowly.

Turning around and looking at Toyokawa Sho and Kaname Rakuna, who had a great compatibility that made people wonder if they had known each other for a long time, the depression in her heart disappeared a lot. So she turned a corner and walked into a clothing store that had been recommended by an old rival of hers.

Although the old woman did not like the pretentious appearance of her mortal enemy, she still highly approved of his aesthetic taste.

After all, she was an undisputed popular actor back then. Both her knowledge and experience have been polished by time and have reached perfection. She is still active in the film and television industry today. Her obsession with the things she loves, like hers, is one of the few things they have in common.

"Welcome, everyone! Would you like to buy some clothes?"

Just walked in the door.

The waitress, wearing exquisite black stockings, five-centimeter high heels, a classic silky white shirt and a tight-fitting hip skirt, had an extremely sweet smile and a voice that sounded like it had been kissed by a lark. She bowed politely to Toyokawa Sho and the other two.

Toyokawa Sho was awakened from his cat-raising career and noticed that he was not walking into a small clothing store that you could see everywhere with signs such as 30% off and clearance sale on the outside. Instead, it was a high-end brand store. Looking around, he found that the decoration of the store was quite exquisite.

The lights above are a noble golden orange, casting a subtle sense of grandeur in the room. On the left hangers are exquisite dark suits.

The costume doll next to him named Faceless Brother was wearing a woolen coat suitable for the autumn and winter season. He looked like a model from the cover of a magazine, and his figure was so handsome that people couldn't help but imagine how they would look like if they put on the coat and attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the small tags on the clothes, this British suit that looks like something out of "Downton Abbey" costs 32 yen, and that one over there, which looks like the clothes Mads Mikkelsen wore in "The Hunt," costs a total of 78 yen.

Toyokawa Sho fell into deep thought.

He only earns 32 yuan a month. If he spends all this money on clothes, he will have to slap himself in the middle of the night and call himself a spendthrift. So he whispered in his boss's ear.

"...Boss, why don't we change to another one?"

Tsuzuki Poetry Ship ignored him and just smiled and talked to the waiter.

"Are there any clothes that would suit him? List a few for me to see."

boss! ?

Toyokawa Sho was horrified and felt the power of his wallet rapidly draining away.

At this moment, he saw countless Fukuzawa Yukichis spreading wings and trying to fly out of his pocket into the sky. No matter how hard he tried to hold them back, he could not catch their flying figures.

"Is it formal wear or casual wear?"

The waiter smiled slightly.

Swish swish.

Three pairs of eyes turned to Toyokawa Sho at the same time.

Toyokawa Sho sighed in his heart.

If his boss took him to an ordinary clothing store, he wouldn't have to spend much money to buy clothes there.

Just like the boss said at the beginning, his expenses can be deducted from his salary, so he won't have to trouble the boss too much.

But now the boss has tricked him into coming here to buy clothes, and he won't be able to pay off the debt even if he works for another month, so it is very likely that the boss is planning to pay for his clothes as well, just like he did when he gave him the guitar before.

This kind of selfless care and dedication from the elders made Toyokawa Sho feel overwhelmed.

He knew that this amount of money was nothing to Tsuzuki Shichuan. From the store and facilities of RiNG, it could be seen that the boss was not short of money.

But this money is very important to him now, so it is difficult for him to accept it with peace of mind.

The boss has given him enough.

A guitar worth over 700,000 yuan, a stable monthly salary of 320,000 yuan, the opportunity to record songs with confidence, and even the fact that someone noticed that he was in a bad mood and provided him with a place to rest. No matter which one of these is picked out, it is something to be grateful for.

Now that all of this fell on his shoulders, he felt really flattered. If Tsuzuki Shifune told him now that he wanted to be adopted as his son and change his surname to Tsuzuki, he felt that he would seriously consider this issue.

wrong.

If that's the case, wouldn't Lenai be of a lower generation than me?

Toyokawa Sho thought about the scene of Lenai calling him uncle in the future, and held back his laughter. He decided to work for his boss for the rest of his life and take care of him until the end of his life.

In my memory, this old man always seems to be a lonely figure.

Once people lose their youth and grow old, they seem to become most afraid of loneliness and cling to the past.

If there is no one to provide for the boss’ retirement and stay with him to take care of him.

Then let me, who has received so much favor from the boss, do it.

"gentlemen?"

The waitress called softly.

"Everyday, right?"

After a long ideological struggle, Toyokawa Sho finally spoke.

"Is that going to be custom made or ready-to-wear?"

"Ready-made clothes will do,"

Toyokawa Sho then looked at Kaname Rakuna, who was still enjoying her matcha, and said, "Please help me pick out a few more clothes that are suitable for her. Winter is almost here, so she needs thicker fabrics."

"Is this also ready-made clothing?"

The waitress asked again.

“All ready-made.”

This time it was Tsuzuki Poetry Ship's turn to answer.

The waitress nodded, bowed again, and went to pick out clothes with elegant steps.

43

Chapter 43: Take the initiative.

Toyokawa Sho has always liked to wear low-key clothes, preferably casual and everyday clothes without patterns, because this way he won't attract too much attention.

Whether it was the hard times of wandering around when in debt and always having to hide from debt collectors, or going out privately with friends after becoming famous so as not to be recognized by fans and have your schedule delayed.

It is always the safest to dress in a way that blends in with the crowd.

So when the waitress asked him whether he wanted casual wear or something more formal, he chose the former without hesitation.

However, he overlooked one thing.

The person who holds the final power to decide whether to buy the dress is not him, but the boss behind him with sharp eyes that seem to be shining with wisdom.

The boss just waved his hand and rejected all the outfits that the waitress had carefully put together.

For example, loose white sweatshirts with vertical striped khaki pants, American lapel jackets with white inner wear and black pants, etc., which have strong styles and are versatile, are not up to standard in the eyes of the boss and are not considered very good.

"Is that all?"

The waitress narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing that this serious-looking old man was definitely not the small fry who could be dealt with by smiles and flattery before. He was a tough opponent, so she asked again respectfully.

"So what is your request?"

“I want the feeling of a model.”

The old man pointed out her request lightly.

The waitress suddenly understood and clapped her hands together. So that's how it should feel. Isn't it simple?

Ever since.

The scene has evolved into what it is now.

Toyokawa Sho was forced to do the business, picked up the clothes and walked into the fitting room.

Some customers who were already in the clothing store were curious about how such a handsome boy would dress next, so they simply waited for Toyokawa Sho to come out with great interest.

Slowly, more and more people gathered.

The high-end clothing store, which was once deserted and rarely visited by people, now looks like a popular snack in a busy market where people have to queue up in long lines to buy it. The elegant golden orange lights inside act as a natural decoration, turning the scene into a large-scale exhibition like Fashion Week.

Under the expectant gazes of many people, a bony hand first walked out from behind the curtain, then paused for a moment or two, attracting everyone's attention to the hand.

With the blessing of mystery and curiosity, the hand no longer seems to be a flower of flesh and blood made of bones and flesh, but Michelangelo's swan song bursting out in disappointment and silence, the "Statue of Moses" carved with the talent of his contemporaries.

The marble sculpture of Moses is solemn and majestic. His hand with bulging veins declares his unwillingness to accept the fate of the Hebrews and embodies the vigor of masculine beauty. At this moment, art and reality overlap. It feels that the hand has been beaten by time and influenced by art, and it does not seem like a fantasy object that will appear in the mortal world.

Then, the hand finally lifted the curtain, bringing the beautiful photo that everyone was looking forward to into the expectant eyes.

The gray-black retro British windbreaker, the clean and shiny white shirt, the heroic and upright figure under the modification of light and clothes, and the handsome face that seemed to have left traces of beauty in ancient Greek mythology, were even more stunning than imagined. I once read "beauty beyond words" in a book, and I immediately had a concrete concept of it.

Indeed, flesh and blood cannot shine even one ten-thousandth as brightly as the soul.

But people's pursuit and greed for beauty have been firmly embedded in their genes for thousands of years. No matter how the wheel of history moves forward, it can crush the end of an era and erase the struggle of a hero, but it cannot grind away people's innate pursuit of beauty.