Tokyo Sound

"Big brother has been through a lot, and he's many years older than me. I think he must know the photo idols in the world."

"Ha, I'm upright and have been working hard in the workplace. I don't have time to pay attention to summer photo albums. Even if I saw them by chance, it was just through your recommended account and I just glanced at them by accident."

"Even if you didn't pay attention, you must have heard of it."

"Then tell me, tell me. Uh, Morinari Harumi, charming and seductive, with alluring eyes, known as the mature man killer!"

“The style is monotonous and the works are too artificial to be considered first-rate.”

"Then Nagase Arashi from Saitama is young and lovely, has a hot body, and has extraordinary sales. Can she be called first-rate?"

"Height is a shortcoming, so I can only go for the cute route. The rising performance will not last long and cannot prove the future."

"Ohara Rino, a sword that is different from others, Shibuya style, and a healthy wheat-colored complexion is a highlight."

“It’s still a single style.”

"How is Asakawa Nao? She has transformed from a racing girl, has exquisite looks, is enthusiastic and outgoing, has a distinctive image, and has an international style. She is unforgettable."

"He does have great potential, but unfortunately the team is a little weak and cannot bring out his full potential, which leads to flaws in the photo."

"Beyond that, I really don't know."

"Alas, photo idols may seem glamorous, but the actual income is meager. Even in the hot summer and cold winter, you must always remember to smile and never have a negative expression. Everyone has their own story. After going through many hardships, how many can realize their dreams? In my opinion, as long as the original intention remains unchanged and the yearning is in mind, everyone is their own queen. Commercial miscellaneous pictures have good and bad quality, but do dreams have good and bad quality?"

"I am obsessed, brother."

“Drink one!”

"Okay, drink one!"

The two clinked their glasses, raised their heads and drank, then tacitly wiped their mouths with the backs of their hands, then slapped their thighs, and then laughed heartily.

It's like the free and easy style of ancient knights and wanderers.

"Over the years, I started from scratch and was also taken to nightclubs, but they were too noisy. I still prefer quiet places." The middle-aged man sighed swayingly.

"How about going to a maid cafe as a second choice?" the tutor recommended.

"Not good, not interesting. Either they are high school students working part-time, or they are forced to pretend to be young because of brand culture. The former is too immature, and the latter is not my market user."

The middle-aged man shook his head. With a confused look in his eyes, he added a sentence subconsciously and instinctively.

"Besides, I'm a good family man... I've never been into these things since I was a student! What about you, brother?"

"I like high school girls."

"You are a man of character, but I still despise your vulgarity!"

"Brother, you misunderstood me. I like it because the popular high school girl culture is very special. Even on a global scale, it is a humanistic concept worth thinking about and exploring." Yin Ze shook his head. "I think JK is a very special existence. It is not only a group name, but also a phenomenon and a symbol."

"What does this mean?" asked Sakura Eiji.

"It's very difficult to explain, and it has to be related to the background of the times. The easiest way to understand it is through a movie from the early years called "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun". I think we can get a glimpse of the inner world of this special social symbol from this movie." Yin Ze said.

"Yeah, that does make sense. I know this movie. It's from my era and it had a great influence back then. If you extend the story to today, it's also an example of social history and social consciousness. The end of the student youth movement, the resentment and pain caused by people being questioned by the media and the public, eventually led to the fictional image of a healing young mother, who became a new object of emotional sustenance." Although Sakura Eiji couldn't speak straight, he still had basic knowledge and insights.

"The decline of social psychology has led to the choice of such an omnipotent, childish, mixed spiritual haven of mother and girl image."

"But now, this concept has gradually become a pure image of pleasure."

"Yes, but speaking of a beautiful and elegant image, the changes in school uniforms are also worth studying. I am a student of fine arts, and I also know a little about fashion."

"Then please teach me the historical changes of the sailor uniform."

At this moment, finally, a slightly cold voice came.

"Are you guys done talking? I have to clean up the dishes. If you haven't talked enough, let's go to the yard and continue talking."

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……

The young man and the middle-aged man were sitting outside in the yard, with only wine and peanuts on the small table in front of them.

It is naturally a wonderful thing to cool off, drink and chat in the courtyard in summer.

But it was a winter night.

"Brother, you should go back and apologize. It's a bit cold outside in the night wind." Yin Ze persuaded.

"Why?! We are elites, students from prestigious schools, intellectuals. We just talked about serious humanities and social issues! What have we done wrong?" Sakura Eiji's face flushed, and he was talking in a daze. "We just need to have a clear conscience. Why should we care about women's opinions? Keep drinking! Strong liquor warms you up! Don't be afraid!"

"..."

"Don't worry, she will come and carry me back later." The middle-aged man was full of confidence.

"Hug you?" The young man was skeptical.

"Of course, after all, she is the daughter of a general, so she still has the strength to hug me."

Sakura Eiji also tried to grab a peanut and threw it into the box, while putting his arm around his little brother's shoulder.

"Speaking of this... we have had a heart-to-heart talk today. If Big Brother asks you for anything in the future, you must not refuse."

"Big brother, just ask. I will help if I can. If I can't, I will support you and cheer you on."

"You can definitely do it, you have the ability!"

Sakura Eiji suddenly became serious, and his drunken look disappeared. The obsession in his eyes was like fire and lightning, which reminded people of another obsessive person, Koizumi Yuzaburo, who also wanted but could not get what he wanted, and was so obsessed that he grew iron fangs.

"One day I will take you back to Ayane's grandpa's house. Then I will depend on you to help me regain my dignity! Speaking of which, Zhisen's hometown is also a beautiful place with clear water and mountains, which is very suitable for living..."

"I know. I went there once."

"It's good to have been there. You'll be mentally prepared after having been there." The middle-aged man was so obsessed with the wine that he didn't think about the deeper meaning of this sentence. He raised his head and his voice became a little higher, "Look at the starry sky. I wonder if the stars that shined these lights have gone out... Life is so short and sad, alas!"

"Yes, no matter how brilliant a soul is, it will walk alone after death." The young man whispered, "No matter whether we love each other or not, we will never see each other again in this life or the next. Our ending is cold."

"I didn't expect that you are so young, but you have such insights. You share the same opinion as me. Great minds think alike." Sakura Eiji forgot to be reserved, tightly grasped the hand of the person next to him, and said incoherently, "I really like you more and more. Drink more, drink more!"

"No, no, if you drink any more you won't be able to get up tomorrow. Let's just forget it." Yin Ze said quickly.

"Okay, since you said so, then I won't drink it."

Sakura Eiji laughed loudly and slapped his thigh at the same time.

"Oh, I can't feel any pain anymore. Maybe I've really reached my limit."

Because you took a picture of my legs.

Yin Ze found that he had to hug the other person at this time, because even with the help of the chair, the body of the family pillar was gradually sliding to the ground.

"I am the only son of the Sakura family, and I have only Ayane as a daughter. I have worked hard over the years and have a small fortune. Speaking of which, I have always had an unbridled idea, which is to pass on the family name. However, marrying into the wife's family is not glorious, and few people can accept it. Most of those who are willing to endure this kind of grievance have ulterior motives. So I can only think about it privately occasionally out of traditional psychology." Sakura Eiji said in a daze, "I have a classmate who became a son-in-law and adopted a son for his political resources."

"He's actually the famous son-in-law?" Yin Ze felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. This man has a Dragon King-level identity and his ambitions are not small.

"After all, since we can't escape it, why be greedy for a moment. People like us who are open-minded won't calculate too much." Sakura Eiji said sleepily.

"I don't care. Family happiness comes first. Getting involved in too many interests will only make me tired. As for changing my last name, it's nothing." Yin Ze shook his head. He was alone, with nothing, and he was still using someone else's identity to get around. It really didn't matter to talk about these things.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes slightly, as if he did not expect that this person who was better than himself would be so calm and composed.

"I lost."

Compared to the previous failure in solving the problem, this sentence feels more relieved and relaxed.

Then, the middle-aged man's body immediately became heavy and he had fallen asleep.

Exceptionally peaceful.

Chapter 71 Precious People

It is not easy to suddenly hold up more than 100 kilograms.

Yin Ze tried his best to hug and save the ball, but he couldn't do it alone.

Fortunately, at this time, the hostess arrived in time after washing the dishes.

"Finally he's stopped, he's so frivolous." Seeing this, Sakura Eimori complained a little, but still took the initiative to take over her husband whose mind had stopped working.

I didn’t expect that the aunt, who looked gentle and graceful, could actually carry a drunk man like a princess.

...Is this the so-called daughter of a general? How terrifying must be the "general" who even her uncle fears.

"You've worked hard, drinking so much with him, take a rest." Sakura Edamori said with concern, "There's an empty room upstairs, usually used for storage and documents. I asked Ayane to clean it up and lay out clean bedding."

"Just take care of your uncle, it's fine with me." Yin Ze waved his hand. His expression was natural and his words were clear, without any impact.

Of course, this was all the result of the efforts of the Corridor of Life, otherwise I would at least feel dizzy. After all, we worked together to finish several boxes of eight-year-old precious Awamori Shochu, and when the buff is removed later, my eyelids will definitely be fighting and I will sleep until the next day.

Sakura Edamori carried her husband upstairs with a peaceful expression. She was neat and slender, and the middle-aged man leaned on her chest, just like the end of the movie, when the battle was over and the hero held the weak heroine, walked away, and greeted the dawn of the ending.

Yin Ze stretched his waist, glanced at the time, and came to his private room tonight.

Sakura, who was wearing animal-themed pajamas, was still busy, clumsily putting on the quilt. When the quilt was unfolded, it was very large and even if she stood on tiptoe, it covered the girl's entire body.

Yin Ze couldn't help laughing, and quickly went over to help, holding the four corners of the quilt and shaking it neatly with two or three quick shakes.

"Thank you." said Sakura Ayane.

"This is my bed tonight, why are you thanking me?" Yin Ze said casually.

"What were you talking about with dad? You were so excited. Mom and I had finished watching the TV series, but you two were still drinking." Sakura Ayane was curious. "This is the first time I've seen him chatting with someone like this."

"We discussed industry upgrades, future trends, and changes in social forms." Yin Ze said solemnly, "These are all high-level things. You should study hard and strive to join us in the future."

"So serious that we must avoid being seen and heard and go to the courtyard to discuss closely with the cold wind?"

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"Okay, I'll take you to take a shower. You smell so strongly of alcohol." The girl pushed the man towards the bathroom with disgust.

"There should be an unopened toothbrush. Let me look for it."

"Don't bother with that. Just rest for one night. It's only used once. It won't be necessary."

"That's not certain. What if you come later and have to stay here for another night?"

"Let me look for some pajamas and a clean T-shirt. You and my dad are about the same size, so I'll look in his closet. I'm sure he has new ones."

"Bye, I haven't used pajamas since I started working. I won't take a shower. I'll just sleep in my clothes. It's quick and easy."

"Then you have to wipe your face, right?"

"This is not difficult. Watch me use my hands to perform handkerchief magic!"

"Forget it, just use mine."

"Hey, there is a fresh fragrance."

"…What are you talking about?"

"It must have been marinated with soap and other industrial products."

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……

"Ahhh, I really don't understand. You just wash your face as usual, and don't do any other skin care or put on powder. How come your skin is still in such good condition, without acne and without yellowing?" Sakura Ayane looked at the drunk tutor and felt that it was unfair.

"Why are you so unbalanced? With your acne, many older women can't even dream of having it. Alas, there are so many cosmetics and filters in this world, but in the final analysis, the most invincible makeup is still the four words "invincible youth". "Yin Ze said with emotion.

The single room was usually filled with seldom-used items, but the man spotted a magical object with his sharp eyes.

"What's this?!"

The man walked over in astonishment and pulled out the oil painting that looked like it had been framed. It was half-opened, and on it was a capture of time, the constancy of the years. On the twisted steel structure that looked like a snake, a young dragon with a panda as the main element was tumbling. All the creatures looked different, and the children were laughing and talking. In the center were two familiar distorted faces.

Damn, isn't this the nightmare photo of me riding the Peach Roller Coaster at the Children's Amusement Park last time? !

I actually collected it.

And the peripheral department of the amusement park is so dedicated that just by looking at the frame, you would have thought the content of the costume was an oil painting from the Rococo period!

"It's been a long time since it was sent. By the way, where is your copy?" Sakura Ayane asked.

"I don't know. It might be piled under the bed with other sundries." Yin Ze thought about it.

"How could this happen? I kept them carefully, and you let these precious memories gather dust?" The girl frowned.

"Ha, ha, what's the big deal? Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to make memories like this in the future, so why bother about a children's amusement park?" the man said righteously.

“…Humph, that’s right.”