I live my life in Tokyo

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

At present, when the film release date has not been announced, apart from the actors in the filming, only the investors know the name of the film.

A polite smile immediately appeared on the boy's face, and his actions became much more enthusiastic, "We are a family, it's no big deal to sign an autograph."

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

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

The boy looked back and saw that the mysterious woman had entered the dean's office. Based on the hair color, he seemed to have figured out who she was talking about.

After all, apart from that idol activity, he really hasn't gone out for team building. The only two men who usually accompany him for a meal in a small restaurant are Uehara Yo and Takeda Hiroshi.

Now the identity is confirmed.

there is only one truth.

She is the older sister of the schoolgirl with long black hair.

It’s a small world. I didn’t expect that the senior schoolmate also has an investor father.

It is right to have more interactions in the future. With this thought in mind, the boy walked towards the school gate with his bag on his back. He did not need to run to the Ghost Fire Studio in Midsummer today. The focus of today's filming was the process of Sano Ken discovering the Western-style house, and at the same time, it was necessary to film the plot of Kashima Yu going on a jungle adventure alone as a small transparent person in the class.

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

The boy is no longer the awkward and cold little transparent boy, but the most popular sunny and lively character in the class.

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

Higuchi Madoka's outfit reminds people of summer at first glance. The loose white and blue striped top and seven-quarter skinny jeans are indeed a simple but good-looking combination.

The boy suddenly realized that several actresses he knew knew what clothing matching was. Not to mention Mai Sakurajima and Madoka Higuchi, Yu Kashima dressed like an abstinent and noble man, making her countless female fans shout that he was handsome and cool.

He, Uehara Yotake and Tian Hao went out to eat barbecue. Sometimes they wore vests and sometimes wore faded short-sleeved shirts. They really didn't treat each other as outsiders.

She raised her wrist to glance at her pocket watch, but the words that came out of her mouth made others imagine a lot, as if she was complaining like a girl who was waiting for the other party on a date.

"Sorry sorry."

The boy did not explain in detail the reason for being late. If he said that he had just helped an old lady cross the road and the other party wanted him to meet her granddaughter, would Higuchi Madoka believe this?

"Let's go then."

Higuchi Madoka left behind a faint fragrance and entered the subway station with a small bag slung over her shoulder.

The boy swiped his transportation card and quickly followed Higuchi Madoka who entered the carriage.

The subway started moving, and the boy saw that there was only one empty seat, so he naturally gave it to Higuchi Yuanxiang, and stood aside holding the hanging ring.

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

There was no topic to talk about, so the boy saw that Higuchi Madoka was not looking at her phone, so he used the trick of conversation to start a conversation.

Higuchi Yuanxiang glanced at the boy and asked calmly, "How did you know that?"

"The auditions and the atmosphere during the shoot, it felt very professional." The boy recalled the several auditions and shoots he had participated in with Higuchi Madoka, and nodded with deep emotion.

"...You'll get used to it." Higuchi Madoka said calmly, resting her right hand on her left arm and tilting her head. "When I was an idol, I also auditioned for commercials and idol groups."

"The atmosphere there was even more...some people's hands couldn't stop shaking, some took several deep breaths, and some even cried after the audition."

"I feel like I've failed, and I'm very unwilling and ashamed, even though the results haven't come out yet." The girl looked to the side, and outside the window was the midsummer passing by.

The boy nodded. This was what auditions were like. He had already expected this. However, the idol profession was more stressful than that of an actor. Every move was exposed to the public, and every word and action would affect the number of fans.

"Higuchi-san won't cry."

"..." Higuchi Madoka turned her head and glanced at him.

“Idols and actors are actually the same thing.”

The longer you go into it, the more you will understand your own powerlessness, your own level, and your true strength is ultimately limited to this extent.

"Actor, idol, I don't want to get into it."

She hugged her arms tightly and looked up at the distant and eternal blue sky.

I don't want to bear any expectations, nor do I want to live my life to the fullest.

Ah, at this point, Higuchi Madoka knew why she thought the boy was not real, or why she was confronting him.

The boy lived every day as if it were his last. Before death came, he tried his best to shine with all his might, hoping that the world would change a little bit because of him.

Compared to the boy with colorful clothes, Higuchi Madoka always has a transparent color that goes with the flow.

She is the same color as the crowd. She doesn't want to compete or be judged by others, because it will change her lifestyle and make her lose her way.

"I'm afraid of those things, afraid that they will become a nuisance in the end."

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

"Higuchi-san, just be yourself." The boy replied. He looked at Higuchi Yuanka 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. I don't expect me to be popular, nor do I expect everyone to be my friend."

After a long stare-eye exchange, the boy said, "I think Higuchi-san's singing is beautiful."

"This is not a song you sing for others. It is your own song, Higuchi-san. The switching between true and false voices cannot be practiced in a day or two. I'm sure Higuchi-san has spent a lot of time practicing."

"I hope Higuchi-san can sing whenever he wants, instead of singing for others."

Is this a real thing or a fake?

The casual words often hit the mark.

Higuchi Madoka was also a little confused. She looked into the depths of the blue sea and saw only sincerity.

"How dare you say that? You were clearly asleep."

This sentence has returned to a normal tone.

The boy was embarrassed, and there seemed no way to wash it away.

She glanced at the boy who seemed to know everything, as if he had the ability to read minds, and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened just now."

"Hehehe, Higuchi-san, you don't want me to say this to others, right..." The boy was possessed by the elder of the Soul Hall and laughed strangely.

Higuchi Madoka snorted, "Eh? What are you planning?"

"Please treat me to a glass of iced milk after you take a bath in the bathhouse. That'll be even." Protector Feng made his request.

Higuchi Yuanka seemed to smile, but it was a very shallow and faint smile.

That was not the idol smile she showed when singing on the stage, but the real smile of Higuchi Madoka under the mask.

It sounds so nice, but it turns out to be fake.

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

Yujiro Hanma - ahem, it's Fumiaki Miyamoto, who is known for his insurmountable barriers.

At this time, he was carrying a heavy bamboo sword bag on his back, wearing the kendo hall uniform, standing in front of the door with his hands on his hips, looking at the time.

"Coach Miyamoto." The boy was surprised, but he still went forward to greet Miyamoto Fumiaki, who taught him swordsmanship. "I didn't expect to see you here. This world is really a small place."

Miyamoto Fumiaki narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded calmly, "It turns out to be Sakakibara-kun."

He paused and said, "A director of a Taiga drama sent me a formal email, wanting me to direct the swordplay of the actors on the scene as a temporary action director."

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

Miyamoto Fumiaki nodded silently at these words of praise. He wanted to see what kind of person his daughter liked. "Sakakibara-kun appeared here, but are you just passing by?"

"Ah, no, we are extras invited by the supervisor."

The boy saw Higuchi Madoka scrolling through her phone from the corner of his eye. He coughed and said, "Coach Miyamoto, we'll go in first. We'll have to put on makeup and check the script later."

"Yeah." Miyamoto Bunmimu nodded, holding his chin. It turned out that he was an actor.

He hoped that his future son-in-law would be able to help his daughter open a kendo hall. If there was someone who was better than his father, he could inherit the kendo hall and become the inheritor of Miyamoto's kendo.

But considering the speed at which Sakakibara-kun is learning swordsmanship, it seems... not unacceptable.

While Miyamoto Fumiaki was pondering, Sakakibara Kaede and Higuchi Madoka ran into Supervisor Ohashi who had invited them here.

He smiled very gently and happily, and extended his hands to the two of them, "Ah! Sakakibara-kun, Higuchi-kun, I'm very happy to meet you two. I hope that this time I can create the most beautiful story with you two."

"Please give me your guidance." They said at the same time.

Director Ohashi had previously seen the conversation between the boy and Miyamoto Fumiaki, and called the boy aside when Higuchi Madoka went to the locker room to store her backpack.

"Sakakibara-kun, do you know Mr. Miyamoto?"

"Hiss..." The man was startled. The title of teacher can only be used by those who have achieved certain achievements in a certain field.

But think about it, Miyamoto Fumiaki is now an eighth-degree degree in kendo, and he will become a ninth-degree degree at the age of 65, and the tenth-degree degree is almost certain, so it is not surprising to be called a teacher.

"Yes, I had the honor of studying swordsmanship with Mr. Miyamoto for about a month." The boy answered honestly.

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

"Some, right?"

It’s better to ask a professional about these things, Supervisor Ohashi thought. He praised the boy a few words and walked towards the burly swordsmanship master who was waiting in the rest area.

"Mr. Miyamoto."

"Bridge Supervisor."

The two men shook hands. Director Ohashi felt the roughness and calluses on Miyamoto Fumiaki's hands and was impressed.

"Mr. Miyamoto, today's scene is about several actors fighting alone with swords. I'll have to ask you to point out any inappropriateness in their movements."

"give it to me."

The two walked a few steps inside and exchanged a few social words. Supervisor Ohashi pointed at the boy's back and asked, "Mr. Miyamoto, you must know Mr. Sakakibara. He told me that he is learning swordsmanship from you now. How good is his swordsmanship?"

"If he focuses on kendo, his future achievements will not be inferior to mine." Miyamoto Wenming said calmly.

The demeanor of a master, what is the demeanor of a master!

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

After a while, he laughed strangely.

"hey-hey."

Chapter 2: Lifelong Regret ×6 (9/)

Tavern.

It was not dinner time, but the room was crowded.

People in cloth shirts were standing in front of the steamer, with soup and pickles in the pot beside. The aroma of the pickles and the faint aroma of rice made people swallow their saliva secretly.

Rice was indeed a food in the Edo period, and breakfast was mostly rice with pickles. Slightly more affluent families could have tofu, natto, and stews.

For those who have worked in the fields all day, their lunch is the leftover rice from the morning.

The people in the tavern were obviously not the lower-class peasants who were half-naked and hungry. They were wearing brightly colored, loose-fitting clothes and a haori over their coats.

In a corner of the bustling crowd, a young man sat by the window with his arms folded across his chest. At his side, there was a simple ancient sword lying across his body.

The summer breeze lifted his bangs, and he casually tied a ponytail at the back of his head, which leaned diagonally on his shoulder.

He did not have a haori, nor did he wear the shoulder robes that the samurai standing on the street wore. He was just wearing a simple cloth robe, and he did not fit in with the people chatting loudly in the tavern.

The young man's face showed the indifference and a bit of immaturity of a ronin samurai. Compared with the samurai who have fought in the battlefields and alleys for many years, he is a rookie.

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

His right hand was placed on the handle of the ancient sword, his fingers were slender and strong, and the blue veins were faintly visible under his fair skin.

The young man exudes an aura of "keep away from strangers", but the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye brings a moment of tenderness to him. Two completely opposite auras appear on one person, like a night pearl buried in rubble, flashing a hazy glow.

On his table was a cup of tea and a bowl of mushy rice.

If his eyes had not been constantly glancing out the window and his aura had not been so cold, there would have been unmarried female diners who would have come up to him and chatted with him.

"Boss, tofu and pickles, thank you."

The young and beautiful girl with long crimson hair was wearing an old-style kimono. She walked slowly and nodded slightly to the boss.

Her hair was pulled back into a bun and tied with a goose yellow headband, which made her look very eye-catching. She was such a beautiful girl next door.

In the Edo period, women had completely different hairstyles when they were unmarried and married. Looking at her hairstyle... she is an unmarried young woman.