I live my life in Tokyo

The young man had a faint smile on his lips. He narrowed his eyes, and his limbs gradually lost strength and temperature, becoming colder.

But the place where the girl was hugging felt warm.

In the cherry blossom forest where the young man and the girl first met, the sun shone obliquely, bringing warmth to their bodies.

It's no different from now.

The indifferent young man was content. He was just the son of a refugee and had learned some martial arts under the training of his master.

He knew that it was impossible for him and the general's daughter to be together.

The two never had the chance to meet, meet, or get married in their entire lives.

At least, dying for her is enough.

Feeling the delicate skin on his hands, the young man smiled freely, and with his hazy vision he saw the shogunate samurai who broke into the tavern.

Then, there is nothing to worry about.

"You must..." The young man held the girl's hand and said in a tone that was almost like praying, "You must live happily..."

While life is still alive, enjoy the sunshine and rain to your heart's content.

The boy exhaled slowly.

So warm.

Just like you under the warm sunshine that day.

The young man smiled and fell into a light sleep.

"My dear, my dear...don't do that." The girl lay on the young man, her face pressed against his cold face.

"Obviously...Obviously there are words that haven't been said, feelings that haven't been conveyed."

"I...I like you."

The girl covered her chest and cried to the sleeping young man.

Chapter 23: Purity, Very High

"Well... you are indeed the extras I chose."

Supervisor Ohashi sighed with satisfaction and smiled. He felt that this move was the right one.

That’s right, there were always too many regrets, too much blood, and too much hatred in the Edo period, such as the civilians killed by samurai, and the ronin samurai who died protecting their loved ones... Just thinking about it makes me cry.

In order to protect his beloved woman, the cold-faced samurai risked his life and successfully killed two Toyotomi samurai despite being outnumbered one against three. In the end, he died at the hands of the leader.

Outside, samurai wearing black shogunate uniforms rushed into the tavern in an orderly manner, and the crying of the girl could be faintly heard.

Director Ohashi's lips curled up like a Nike logo.

In this chaotic world where anyone who is killed will die, true love is always so hard to come by.

The husband who protects his wife and children from life and death during war, and the man who risks his own life to protect his loved one, are no different.

"Well, the most important thing is indeed the change in expression." Supervisor Ohashi watched the camera's playback, zoomed in on the young man's cold-faced and hot-blooded shots, and nodded secretly.

Needless to say, Higuchi Madoka's crying scene is the essence of this clip, allowing the audience to more intuitively see the hatred between the shogunate and the Toyotomi clan. They not only killed samurai, but also killed innocent family members.

I will regret it for the rest of my life, I will regret it for the rest of my life, haha!

Ohashi's Nike hook tilted up a little again.

"Purity, very high."

With his hands behind his back, Miyamoto Fumiaki commented with the demeanor of an expert.

"Miyamoto-sensei..."

Miyamoto Fumiaki nodded slightly to the supervisors, his robe blew up by the summer breeze, revealing his masterly demeanor. "Sakakibara-kun's Niten Ichiryu swordsmanship has reached the level of fiery purity - but he has stopped."

"Oh? Mr. Miyamoto, why do you stop?" An action director appropriately became the focus of attention.

"What I mean is that Sakakibara-kun wasn't acting just now, he was swinging the sword in real combat, unlike the three actors who were just swinging the sword according to the demonstration movements I gave."

"His skills are natural and he doesn't need any guidance. As long as there is an enemy in front of him, he will swing his sword."

Miyamoto Fumiaki opened his narrowed eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed across his eyes, "If Sakakibara-kun didn't use a prop sword just now, then the blood spilled on the ground would not just be fake blood."

Supervisor Ohashi's eyes narrowed, and he put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth for a few steps. After a while, he looked at the scene that the camera had just captured again.

This actor seems to be very suitable to be an action actor.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The boy got up from Higuchi Yuanka's arms. Although he was stabbed several times and there was a hole in his chest, he got up as if nothing had happened. This really shows how awesome the props team is.

In the messy tavern, the short legs of the tables and chairs were scattered with sawdust everywhere. The middle-aged warrior actors who performed the fighting scenes were wiping their sweat and drinking water, panting.

The boy felt as if he had experienced a sparring match with his colleagues in Miyamoto Kendo Hall all over again. He turned around and handed Higuchi Yuanxiang a pack of tissues, "Thank you for your hard work, Higuchi-san."

"You'll get used to crying." After thanking her, Higuchi Yuuka took the tissue and wiped her eyes. "It's better to cry when you're playing a role than when you fail an audition."

They also needed to get to the filming location before night and leave immediately after changing their clothes.

“Your acting is excellent.”

Higuchi Madoka praised sincerely, shook her head at the boy who reached out his hand to pull her up, and stood up by herself.

Enviable.

She didn't say this out loud.

The two walked out of the dilapidated restaurant. Several supervisors and directors were explaining the plot to the late-arriving shogunate protagonists. They were greeted by Supervisor Ohashi.

The boy noticed that he had just been watching the filming with a twisted smile, and when he turned his head his expression returned to normal, and he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Your performance is so wonderful that it cannot be expressed in words. Most importantly, your acting skills can make the audience feel the deep sorrow and regret. A young girl in her prime lost her lover in the war. Although this theme is old-fashioned, it can be played out in different ways by different actors. You have undoubtedly done your best."

"Thank you, Supervisor Ohashi."

Director Ohashi nodded calmly, "Sakakibara-kun, Higuchi-kun, you...you are a natural combination. I believe we will have a chance to continue working together."

Higuchi Yuanka calmed herself down and nodded in thanks along with the boy.

The boy saw that the girl beside him looked calm and no longer had the resentment he had felt the first time around. After simply washing up, he took the train and headed in the other direction.

Sakakibara Kaede took out a box of mints from her pocket and handed it to Higuchi Madoka.

"Throat-soothing and refreshing."

"Thank you."

In the conversation between the two, the words "thank you" seemed to appear the most frequently.

Higuchi Yuanka took a mint candy and the boy put one in his mouth, leaning back in the chair to relax his tense body after exercise.

She took out her cell phone and opened Line, reporting her whereabouts to her childhood sweetheart, but the boy couldn't do the same. His friends were all auditioning for acting roles, the science hunk was shining at his internship company, and Yuuki Asuna was a sophomore in high school. Although the two of them had added each other in their communications, they only sent each other blessings on holidays.

"tired?"

Higuchi Madoka's voice is so soft that you can't hear it clearly unless you listen carefully.

This was the time when the sun rose from the west, or when Batman's parents were resurrected. The boy turned his head unexpectedly and found that Higuchi Madoka had ended the call at some point, and was staring straight out the window.

Feeling the boy's scrutiny, Higuchi Yuanxiang glanced at him and said in a bad tone, "What's wrong?"

The boy looked away and crossed his fingers to keep a rhythm. "The sword swinging part was okay. I only failed once this time, which was far less than the five failures I expected."

"Thanks to Mr. Miyamoto's guidance, otherwise the battle scene would have been even more chaotic."

"Higuchi-san, this time is better than last time. We only need to shoot it twice." The boy said meaningfully, and it was obvious that he was talking about the crying scene.

Crying scenes are a compulsory course for actors, how to cry quickly and how to move the audience.

Crying bitterly, howling like a ghost, sobbing, and shedding tears, different ways of crying have different ways of crying.

Sometimes the emotions are rendered just right, the scene events have happened, the camera is staring at the face, but the actor stands there for a long time and still can't cry.

"This is a challenge for me, similar to idol activities."

Higuchi Madoka said, "I don't want to cry to please the audience, and I don't want to be judged by them."

“So, I immersed myself deeply in the role.”

The girl covered her chest and clenched it slightly. "Experience the feeling of loss, the sadness, regret, and bitterness. When you can feel those emotions, it's easy to cry."

You will regret losing something important.

During just two group filming sessions, Higuchi Madoka experienced dozens of heartaches.

"What's wrong? This look is really unlike you." Higuchi Madoka noticed the boy's surprised gaze. She had no negative emotions in her heart, she just expressed her feelings naturally.

She is laughing.

It was a very ordinary smile. When you saw her smile, you could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

He lit beacons to trick the princes, just to make the beauty smile.

The smile is shallow, faint and short-lived.

“That’s not one type of character I want to play.”

"Definitely not."

The boy said.

As dusk fell, the two of them got off the train. The boy slightly turned sideways to let Higuchi Madoka walk beside him. He noticed that she was well prepared today. She was wearing jeans that reached her ankles, and the sandals she wore when she first came for the shoot had become sneakers.

Near the mansion is a small country town.

A few unadorned high school girls carrying school bags passed by the two of them.

The ancient buildings that gradually appeared on both sides seemed to be buildings from the Edo period. The boy had experienced them firsthand when he was at the film and television base, and recognized them at a glance.

Normally, everyone takes buses on the highway, so naturally they can't see this scene.

Several farmers returning home passed by on both sides of the street, children playing in flip-flops chased dragonflies, and an old woman sat on a bamboo lounge chair enjoying the sunset.

Countryside life is full of vitality. What is lacking in the complicated city life is this tranquility.

After living in Tokyo for less than two months, the boy, who originally felt that city life was good, suddenly wanted to rest for a month in this peaceful country town.

The bustling city and the quiet town each have their own charm.

"This is..."

Higuchi Madoka stopped and Sakakibara Kaede stopped walking. The two stood in front of Komachi's bulletin board, which was covered with many colorful handmade posters.

The boy saw a poster with crooked fish and turtles drawn in crayons on it, and for some reason he started laughing.

"Summer Festival."

Higuchi Madoka pointed straight at a poster.

"Komachi's summer festival." The boy looked at the poster with good painting style, leaned in to read it and said, "Snack street, shrine maidens dancing, fireworks show, it looks like there are quite a lot of varieties."

"To be honest, I really want to come. This is my first time."

Higuchi Enka wondered, "Hasn't Sakakibara-san ever participated in a summer festival before?"

"Well, does it count if I've seen it in anime?"

The man held his chin up and said seriously that every time the anime reaches the summer festival or fireworks festival, it is definitely a good time for the hero and the heroine to warm up their relationship. For example, the hero praising the heroine for her yukata is the top thing to do.

Feeling the girl's speechless gaze, Sakakibara Kaede smiled and took another step. If he spent any more time here, he would be late for the filming at the mansion.

"A week from now on Friday is the Summer Festival."

"A week, but it's true, April." The boy took out his phone and checked his work schedule, his eyes shining, "Wuhu, I don't have work next Friday."

"I do not have either."

The boy looked at the girl, who frowned slightly, "What's wrong? Looking at me like this, should I call the police now?"

“No, no, no.” Seeing that Higuchi Madoka was really about to press the police officer’s call button, the boy waved his hands repeatedly, “I just think that if I go to the summer festival, it will be more fun if there are more people.”

"I might go, if I have time."

Higuchi Madoka lowered her head, looked at the orange-red road illuminated by the setting sun, felt the smell of summer and the chirping of cicadas, and sent the photos she had just taken to the Line group chat.

"I'll ask my friends if they have time," the boy said.