People in Tokyo, the world is clear

But I heard that this photo was also for a charity event to be published in a certain magazine, and the proceeds will be donated to various orphanages in Tokyo.

It is easy to think of a child named Niwa in memory.

Finally, after considering for a long time, and watching the other party quietly hand over the [hardship fee] while bending down and bowing, Lin Sen decided to give him the money as a courtesy.

"Just one photo, please. I personally don't like having my photo taken, so please forgive me."

"No problem, no problem!"

So the dashing lipstick woman with a smile instructed the two to strike a pose in front of a small nearby landmark and to show off her work.

"Could you please smile a little? Just a little."

Miss Ito beside him leaned against the railing behind him without any resistance, trying foolishly to force a smile.

Lin Sen, who was also not very good at it, chose to lower his head and adjust for a moment.

His casual eyes swept over a stack of flyers folded on the side, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"Wait."

Letting things flow naturally and things happening naturally can sometimes seem sudden.

So in the end, when the photographer lifted his short hair that covered his earrings and used the camera to cover his upper cheek, the scene reflected in the telephoto lens changed significantly from the original plan.

The slightly aged colors depict the sunlight, the street, and two people.

The short-haired girl had a natural, deeply amused smile on her face. She tilted her head and raised her hands, extending her index fingers and pointing at the heads of the young men next to her.

The young man next to her raised his hands higher, but his face, like Margaret's apple, was obscured by a leaflet with words on it.

[A Kansai girl and her dream, are you willing to stop and listen?]

[Aoyama in Osaka awaits.]

Words on coated paper, energetic young people, bustling streets, in the prosperous city of Tokyo.

Beautiful composition, young and beautiful models, the style of the city, and the glory of the times all converge in the photo at this moment.

The result was that half a minute later, the stunned photographer was still staring blankly at the camera in his hand, marveling at his own work.

After realizing what was happening, the woman with short hair, lipstick on her face, a large hoop on her earlobe, and a white shirt raised her head and looked at the pair of figures walking side by side in the distance who had not yet disappeared from her sight, and took a deep breath.

"Are they really not lovers? If that's true, it's a bit of a pity."

"Also, is this an illusion? I don't know why, but I feel like everyone else in this magazine award is just vying for second place."

Chapter 21: Actually, everything can be very simple

As he gradually adapted to this world, this country and this city, Lin Sen had anticipated a few interpersonal issues.

After all, in the movies and TV shows we remember, Japanese people are accustomed to gradually improving relationships through drinking and chatting.

only--

At this moment, Lin Sen, who was opening the cap of an orange soda bottle, glanced at the two people sitting opposite him, and then stared at the glass bottle in front of them.

"So none of us three are drinking?"

"do not like."

"allergy."

Okay.

So the three young men of the new era who never drank alcohol looked at each other in bewilderment. They felt strangely out of place in the hazy light and shadow of the noisy and stuffy izakaya.

Fortunately, the carbonic acid can also burn the throat.

In the end, it was Qingshan Xiazhi who straightened his back first.

He drank the appetizers in front of him with two chopsticks, swallowed the drink and coughed to release the air, creating an atmosphere of a small gathering among young people of the same age.

“What a novel experience. Eating at the restaurant where I usually work...”

The thoughtful and clever girl glanced at Ito who was still lowering his head beside her, gave him a wink, and began to try to find a topic to talk about.

"So, Xiaolin, you and Ito helped me...distribute flyers all afternoon today?"

"Yes. We two poor guys are still in a state of flexible employment, just to experience life. We are still counting on big stars to help us make money."

This sentence made Qingshan Xiazhi choke several times.

"A big star, right?"

The girl always has that magical vitality. Even in the saddest times, you can still find some positive emotions from her.

At this moment, she just let it go and laughed heartily.

"So, how's the effect? ​​Do I have a chance of escaping this life of constant fear of salary increases?"

"how to say."

If I have to say, it was probably sent today.

Street flyers are the cheapest form of advertising. In most cases, their effectiveness isn't significant, but it's better than nothing.

However, when Lin Sen did this kind of operation, he did not expect immediate results. He believed in going with the flow and trusting the process.

Novel Group ⑨0㈨○⑨

Our ancestors said that if you have enough blind cats, you will always catch a dead mouse.

"It's just that the efficiency is a bit too low. We sent out a total of 240 copies, and only 12 people read the printed content on the coated paper. The rest were thrown into the trash can."

Miss Ito quietly and precisely counted today's harvest, then took out a remaining flyer from her bag and handed it over.

After seeing the contents of the flyer clearly, Qingshan Xiazhi blushed for the first time.

"Ah? This."

The browsing finger was fixed on the shameful adjective "Absolutely Praise the Young Folk Singer" in the corner.

"what is this?"

"The ironclad facts."

This explanation warmed Miss Qingshan's heart. She couldn't help but pick up the empty soda bottle and pretended to use the sound of Mr. Lin's skull to express her joy at the spread of her good reputation.

"You're trying to trick me, right?"

Fortunately, Lin Sen put on his usual serious expression, which finally convinced the person in front of him that he was not playing some weird prank.

During this time, Ito's gentle complaints could be heard:

"This person has always been like this. He's always saying you're the best person in the world. He probably has a strange habit of undermining other people's self-awareness."

"That's wrong. It's just that I'm good at finding the best in people."

Lin Sen's answer was met with an eye roll from Ito Xiguo.

Also got a little wink from Qingshan Xiazhi about a secret plan.

At this point, with the two people's quiet actions, the slight sense of estrangement between the trio was completely eliminated.

It is enough to stop sitting so straight and serious and instead bend over the table, facing the open notebook, and dream together the seemingly unattainable dream of flying to the top of the tree.

"Next, hold a free street concert..."

Qingshan Xiazhi read out the subsequent plan, "But, relying on the same method as handing out flyers today to attract the audience back then? It seems a bit unrealistic. Will anyone really be attracted by such a thing?"

The girl let out another long sigh.

"Besides, can I really do it? Will I have to cosplay as a clown on the spot?"

"Be more confident, or rather, trust your buddy's judgment."

Lin Sen knocked on the table, "On that day, Ito and I will be there to act as your agents and help you create a good atmosphere."

"And then we become three clowns being watched together, right?"

"Tsk."

Obviously, long-term failures and setbacks have almost eroded the awareness of one's own strengths.

A strong remedy is urgently needed to treat the lack of confidence.

So, under the curious and expectant gaze of Ms. Ito, who had never heard someone's voice before, Lin Sen drafted an impromptu proposal on the spot.

Afterwards, when Boss Kawahara, the owner of Ryuhu-ya tonight, was happily preparing to hand over the bill in an attempt to collect some of the wages paid to his employees who were temporarily guests, he saw the new guy stagger to his feet.

He raised his hands to the sparse number of diners in the restaurant during the off-season.

"OK, guys. Everyone, look at me. Look at me. I have an announcement to make."

"?"

The payment of the bill was therefore postponed.

Then, Kawahara Taiga, who had never seen such a thing before, ran into the kitchen and pulled out his confused brother, moved a small stool and sat in the corner, using the cash register as a stage for a girl who was pushed forward on her back and was so nervous that her teeth were chattering.

“This, this, this.”

After being forced into a situation where she was at a loss as to what to do, Ms. Qingshan still managed to make the adjustment with her professional qualities as a failed singer.

She held the guitar in her hand and bowed deeply to the few middle-aged people and elderly couples in the store.

"I had a great time drinking soda... no, alcohol today, so I wanted to sing a couple of songs to liven things up for everyone. It might be a little crude, so please forgive me..."

"Oh!"

The only one who reacted was not the diners who were so indifferent that they did not even turn their heads but just turned their heads to look at him, but the izakaya owner who was not afraid to make trouble when he saw his employees having fun.

The crisp and only sound of applause suddenly resounded throughout the shop, making the girl standing in front of the simple wooden counter almost use her toes to expand the shop into a two-bedroom, one-living room basement.

But the rich experience of failure finally came in handy.

“Not the most humiliating or embarrassing experience…”

Muttering softly, Qingshan Xiazhi's mouth curled up in a relieved arc.

When I looked up again, I saw two people sitting at the table in the near corner.

The normally calm young man gave himself a thumbs-up. It was hard to imagine what he had just done that was even more shameful.

The girl with short hair supported her chin with her folded hands, and her black eyes reflected the ordinary and pure light of listening under the dim light.

The hand wrapped around the black string naturally lifted up a little and touched the guitar strings.

The next moment, the trembling body gradually stabilized.

That's fine. Just think of it as making some happy noises for your friends.

My heart, which always trembled like a taut string when singing in public, finally calmed down.

Finally, Qingshan Xiazhi took a deep breath and plucked the strings.

Just like countless sleepless nights lying in bed, I softly chanted my gradually relaxing vocal cords:

"The blush on her cheeks is like the blooming of flowers in spring."

"The sea surface is surging, waves of ripples..."

The lyrics and music he gave me.

On the simplest stage, in front of the simplest audience, singing in the simplest way.

Chapter 22 I mean, the heat wave is coming

"So, what happened next? What was the outcome?"

"Isn't it written at the end? The girl with dreams was delighted to have such a precious experience. That night, the corners of her mouth remained curved, as if she had returned to a sleepless summer night many years ago, sitting cross-legged on the bed, humming a song to herself, the lazy dampness of a shower."

"That's not what I meant."

"So what do you mean, Ms. Curious Baby?"

Lin Sen sorted out the stack of unused manuscript papers.

Across the small platform, at the other end of the room, was a top-ranked reader who had just finished reading a popular article.

Spring is fading, and midsummer is approaching. On April 26th, a Saturday, your skin can begin to feel the rising temperature.

Yesterday's thicker clothes quickly became remnants of the old season within 24 hours.