I interpret life in Tokyo

"I'm one of the investors of Midsummer's Will-o'-the-wisp." The woman said the name of the boy's horror movie, took out a notebook and handed it to the boy, "Sign two copies, one for me and the other for my sister. "

Now that the movie's schedule has not been announced, apart from the filming actors, only the investors know the name of the movie.

A polite smile immediately appeared on the boy's face, and his gestures became more enthusiastic, "Family, family, sign something small."

The woman watched the boy's movements with a smile, and took the notebook after signing.

She knocked on the door of the dean's room, and said softly before stepping in: "Thank you for taking my sister out to play."

The boy turned his head and saw that the mysterious woman had already entered the dean's room, and he seemed to have deduced who she was talking about based on the color of her hair.

After all, except for that idol event, he really hasn't gone out to team building much. Usually, the only two men who accompany him to have two meals in a small restaurant are Uehara Yo and Takeda Hiroshi.

The identity is now established.

there is only one truth.

It is the older sister of the black long-haired young lady.

The world is so small, I didn't expect that senior sister to be the father of an investor.

It is reasonable to have more dealings in the future, the boy walked towards the school gate with his bag on his back.He didn't have to run away from the midsummer ghost fire studio today. The focus of today's shooting was the process of Sano Ken discovering the mansion. At the same time, he needed to shoot the story of Kashima Yushen going to the jungle adventure alone as a middle and middle school transparent.

The roles of several people are completely reversed. In the daily life of our high school students, Kashima Yu plays a cute high school student, but in this movie her role is a bit like Kitahara Hiroshi.

The boy is not that awkward and cold little transparent at this time, but the most popular sunny character in the class.

"Sakakibara-san, you're five minutes late."

Madoka Higuchi's clothes make people think of summer at a glance. The loose white and blue striped top and cropped skinny jeans are really a simple but good-looking match.

The boy suddenly discovered that the actresses he knew knew what matching clothes were, not to mention Mai Sakurajima and Madoka Higuchi, Yu Kashima dressed like a noble man with abstinence and indifference, which made her countless female fans admire Hu handsome and chic.

He and Takeda Hiroshi Uehara went out to have sex. They sometimes wore vests and sometimes faded short-sleeves. They really didn't regard each other as outsiders.

She raised her wrist and glanced at her pocket watch, but the words that came out of her mouth could make others think about it, as if she was complaining like a girl who was waiting for the other party on a date.

"Sorry sorry."

The boy didn't explain too much why he was late. If he said that he had just helped an old lady across the road and she wanted him to meet her granddaughter, did that mean Madoka Higuchi?

"Let's go then."

Madoka Higuchi left behind a faint fragrance, and entered the subway station with a small bag on her back.

The boy swiped his transportation card, and quickly followed Madoka Higuchi who walked into the carriage.

When the subway started, the boy saw that there was only one empty seat, so he gave it to Madoka Higuchi as a matter of course, while he stood aside holding the ring.

"I always feel that Higuchi-san is very mature in every aspect."

There was no topic to talk about, and the boy saw that Madoka Higuchi was not looking at his phone, so he used words to start the topic.

Madoka Higuchi glanced at the boy, and asked calmly, "Where did you see that?"

"The audition, the atmosphere during the shooting, I feel very professional." The boy nodded with deep emotion as he recalled the several auditions and shootings he had participated in together with Madoka Higuchi.

"... just get used to it." Madoka Higuchi said lightly, with his right hand resting on his left arm, tilting his head, "I also went through auditions for commercials and idol groups when I was an idol."

"The vibe there was more...someone's hands were shaking uncontrollably, some people took several deep breaths, and some people cried after the audition."

"I feel that I have failed, I am very unwilling, I am ashamed or something, and the result has not yet come out." The girl looked aside, and the midsummer flew by outside the window.

The boy nodded, the audition is like this, he had already expected it, but the idol profession is more stressful than an actor, every move is exposed to the public, and every word and deed will affect the number of fans.

"Higuchi-san can't cry."

"..." Higuchi Madoka turned his gaze sideways and glanced at him.

"Idols and actors are actually the same thing."

The longer you go deep, the more you can understand your own powerlessness, your own level, and your true strength is only this level after all.

"Actors, idols, I don't want to get to the bottom of it."

She folded her arms tightly and looked at the distant blue sky with her eyes.

I don't want to live with any expectations, and I don't want to do my best to live.

Ahh, at this moment, Madoka Higuchi knew the reason why she thought the boy was not real, or she was against him.

The boy lives every day as his last. Before death comes, he tries his best to shine brightly, hoping that because of himself, the world will change a little bit.

Compared with the boy with colorful body, Madoka Higuchi always wears a transparent color that drifts with the flow.

Whatever color the crowd is, she will be that color.She doesn't want to compete or be judged because it would change the way she lives and it would disorient her.

"Those things, I'm afraid, and the fear ends up becoming a nuisance."

The boy smiled and was silent for a while, listening to the sound of the rollers of the subway passing the train tracks.

"Higuchi-san just needs to be himself." The boy replied, he and Higuchi Madoka looked at each other, and continued, "People don't need to be recognized by everyone to continue living. There are people who like me, and there are people who hate me. My people, I don't expect me to be popular, and I don't expect everyone to be my friend."

After looking at each other for a long time, the boy said: "I think Higuchi-san's singing is very beautiful."

"This is a song not sung for others. It is Higuchi-san's own song. The conversion of true and false sounds cannot be practiced in a day or two. Presumably Higuchi-san will spend a lot of time practicing."

"I hope Higuchi-san can sing whenever he wants, not for others."

Is this real or fake.

Casual words, but repeatedly hit the red heart.

Madoka Higuchi was also a little confused, she looked into the depths of the blue sea, and only saw Chicheng.

"I really have the face to say, obviously fell asleep."

This sentence has returned to its normal tone.

The boy was embarrassed, which seemed to be of no use.

She glanced at him and seemed to know everything, like a boy with the ability to read minds, "Don't tell me what happened just now."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, Higuchi-san, you don't want me to say this..." The elder of the boy's soul palace possessed him, and Jie Jie smiled strangely.

Madoka Higuchi snorted softly, "Eh? What are your plans?"

"Please treat me to a glass of iced milk after taking a bath in the bathhouse later, it's even." Protector Feng made his request.

Higuchi Madoka seemed to be smiling, but the smile was very shallow and faint.

That is not the idol's smile when singing on stage, but the real smile that belongs to Madoka Higuchi under the mask.

It sounds so good, it really is a fake.

After getting off the train, in the distance, the boy saw a familiar burly figure in front of the gate of the film and television base.

Yujiro Fanma—ahem, is the Miyamoto civilization known as an insurmountable barrier.

At this time, he was carrying a heavy bamboo knife bag on his back, wearing the uniform of the kendo gym, standing in front of the door with his hands on his hips, watching the time.

"Coach Miyamoto." The boy was surprised, but he still stepped forward to say hello to Miyamoto Wenming, who taught him swordsmanship, "I didn't expect to see you here, the world is really small."

Miyamoto Minami narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded lightly, "So it's Sakakihara-kun."

He paused, and said, "A director of a Dahe drama sent me an official email, asking me to act as a temporary action director and direct the swordsmanship of the live actors."

"I have a deep understanding of the coaching level of Coach Miyamoto. Those actors are blessed."

With these few words, Miyamoto Wenming nodded silently. He wanted to see what kind of person his daughter had a crush on. "Sakakibara-kun appeared here, but was he passing by?"

"Ah, no, we are group performers invited by the supervisor."

Out of the corner of the boy's eyes, he saw Madoka Higuchi behind him swiping his phone, and coughed lightly, "Coach Miyamoto, let's go in first, and we need to make up and check the script later."

"Yeah." Miyamoto nodded his chin, it turned out to be an actor.

He counted on his future son-in-law to help his daughter open a kendo gym. If there is someone who is better than blue, he can inherit the kendo gym and become the inheritor of Miyamoto Kendo.

However, at the speed at which Sakakihara-kun is learning swordsmanship, it seems that it is too difficult. . .Not unacceptable.

While Miyamoto was thinking hard, Kaede Sakakihara and Madoka Higuchi bumped into the supervisor Ohashi who invited them here.

He smiled very gently and happily, and stretched out his hands to the two of them, "Ah! Sakakihara-kun, Higuchi-kun, I am very happy to meet you two, and hope to create the most beautiful plot with you this time." .”

"Please advise me more." The two said at the same time.

Supervisor Ohashi saw the conversation between the boy and Miyamoto, and called the boy aside when Madoka Higuchi went to the locker room to store the backpack.

"Sakakihara-kun, do you know Miyamoto-sensei?"

"Hiss..." The man was startled, the title of teacher, only those who have achieved certain achievements in the corresponding field can be honored, teacher.

However, considering that Miyamoto Wenming is now 65th dan in kendo, became [-]th dan at the age of [-], and [-]th dan is also a sure thing, so it is not surprising to be called a teacher.

"Yes, I had the honor to learn swordsmanship from Mr. Miyamoto for about a month." The boy replied honestly.

Supervisor Ohashi's eyes lit up, "Sakakihara-kun, can you swing a sword?"

"Yes... some?"

It's better to ask the professional about these things, Director Ohashi thought so, praised the boy a few words, and walked towards the burly swordsman who was waiting in the rest area.

"Teacher Miyamoto."

"The bridge supervisor."

The two shook hands, and Supervisor Ohashi admired the roughness and calluses in Miyamoto's hands.

"Miyamoto-sensei, today is a scene where several actors wield knives and fight alone. I still have to ask you to point out the inappropriateness of the action."

"pass it to me."

The two walked a few steps inside and said a few social words. Director Ohashi pointed to the boy's back and asked, "Miyamoto-sensei, you must know Sakakihara-kun. He told me that he is learning swordsmanship with you now. May I ask how his sword skills are?"

"If he puts his heart and soul on the way of the sword, his future achievements will not be inferior to mine." Miyamoto Wenming said calmly.

Master demeanor, what is master demeanor!

At this time, Director Ohashi's attention was not on Miyamoto Wenming, whose clothes were fluttering. He looked at the boy's back and quickly formed one script after another in his mind.

After a while, he smiled strangely.

"hey-hey."

Chapter 22 Regret for Life×2 (6/9)

Tavern.

It was not mealtime at this time, but the room was crowded with people.

People in cloth shirts stood in front of the steamer, with soup and pickles in the pots beside them. The smell of pickles and the faint smell of rice made people swallow secretly.

In the Edo period, there was indeed a food called rice. For breakfast, rice was mostly eaten with pickles. Families with a little bit of petty bourgeoisie could serve it with tofu, natto, and stewed vegetables.

For those who work in the fields for a day, their lunch is leftover rice from the morning.

The people in the tavern are obviously not low-level peasants who don’t have enough clothes and food to eat. Their clothes are bright in color, loose clothes, and a haori on their coats.

In the corner of the lively crowd, a young man was sitting by the window with his arms crossed, and beside him was a quaint ancient knife.

Xia Feng rolled up his bangs, a ponytail was casually tied at the back of his head, and he leaned on his shoulder slantingly.

He didn't have a haori, nor did he have the shoulder jacket worn by samurai standing on the street. He was just a casual cloth, which was incompatible with the people talking loudly in the tavern.

The young man's face carried the indifference and a little immaturity of a ronin warrior. Compared with the warriors who have been fighting in the alleys of the battlefield for many years, he is a fledgling.

The long and narrow eyebrows are like sharp swords, like crescent moons, and the eyes are deep like ancient wells.

His right hand rested on the handle of the ancient knife, his fingers were slender and strong, and under the fair skin, blue blood vessels were faintly visible.

The whole body of the young man exudes the aura that strangers should not enter, but the tear mole at the corner of his eye brought him tenderness for a moment. Two diametrically opposite auras appeared on one person, like a night pearl buried in the rubble, shimmering in a blur of brilliance.

On his table is a cup of tea and a bowl of mushy rice

If it wasn't for his eyes looking out of the window all the time, and his breath being too cold, there must have been unmarried girl diners who would come forward to strike up a conversation.

"Boss, thank you for the tofu and pickles."

A young and beautiful girl with long crimson hair was wearing an old-style kimono and nodded lightly to the boss with her slow steps.

Her hair was pulled back, combed into a bun and then tied with a goose yellow headband, which made people's eyes shine, she was like a small family jade.

The hairstyles of women in the Edo period were very different when they were unmarried and when they were married. See her hairstyle. . .An unmarried young woman.