Tokyo Sound

"I was busy, or should I say lazy, and I wanted to sleep a little longer in the morning, so I didn't put any effort into it." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu gave a standard answer.

"...No, that's not what I meant." Ohnishi Saori was silent for a while. She suddenly felt that Senior Wangdao seemed a little bit crazy. Hey, that's strange. Isn't he a black hand who competes with Senior Badao?

"What she meant was, since you all have a good relationship, why when Ms. Uchida makes a bento, besides herself and her brother, only Takizawa has a third portion." Nagasaki Yukinu said calmly at this time.

"They were studying recipes together, and I didn't join in." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said regretfully.

"Is that true? If I join under the guise of research, can I also enjoy the delicious free lunch?" Ohnishi Saori coaxed. This was a rather sharp temptation.

"...It's probably possible." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu pondered, "But after all, we are not very familiar with it, so it is inevitable that it will confuse others. Let's put it this way, if Onishi really wants to study, you can team up with me. I have always cooked only for myself, so I don't pursue high taste, but with you, maybe you can force me to improve my cooking skills."

"Ah?" Saori Ōnishi was stunned.

"What do you think? If you have any ideas, I will bring my works here starting next week for you to appreciate." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu asked naturally.

"This, are you going to make a customized bento for me?" Saori Onishi pointed at herself in confusion.

"Yes." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu answered immediately.

Saori Ōnishi was hit by this high-speed straight ball without hesitation and was silenced.

She finally began to feel that something was wrong... She even seemed to see the true side of Senior Wang Dao. The situation that she had finally sorted out and judged became chaotic again with this throw.

Nagasaki Yukinu was not surprised and continued eating his food.

"I have a friend who might unexpectedly get along well with you, senior." Saori Ōnishi said dryly.

"Is there such a thing?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was surprised.

"Yeah, your way of thinking is pretty straight, and... uh, magically simple?"

Chapter 82: Year after year, no return

Tokyo is experiencing its coldest season yet.

Yin Ze also had to go to Earth Booths and Night Market, his most trusted and frequented stores, to buy pure velvet, warm, leopard-print home pajamas.

Although the price is not eye-catching, it is comfortable to wear. Regardless of the design elements and workmanship, the physical feel is only inferior to the Sakura top. To reward its value for money, the kind-hearted bachelor Taizong is willing to give it a real name, naming it Little Spicy Pepper, which implies warmth and passion of leopard print.

Wearing a short hot pepper shirt, riding a golden four-cylinder foreign horse, galloping in the silvery and frosty streets and alleys, every time entering and leaving the supermarket and the vegetable market, there will be an extra bag of beer and snacks, and even a fat chicken with a relieved look, seeing through the chaos of the world.

Returning to the small building where he rented the house, he went out to free the pretty lady, lifted the dust sheet, and the man came out pushing the electric bike that had accompanied him for a short period of his life.

As time goes by, the beautiful lady no longer has the sweet smile and youthful charm of the past. The handlebars are peeling and the car mats are no longer firm. It has lost the color of its pure youth. Like every car that is replaced, it has gradually become dim, gradually fading from memory and then disappearing.

The first owner was an unknown JK.

The second owner was Master Yin, who found it in the second-hand market.

While working diligently for her ex-lover regardless of weather conditions, the Pretty Girl probably never imagined that one day it would be abandoned, sold at a discount, and squeezed into a narrow market with other wandering cars in purgatory that had experienced the same fate of betrayal, with the air filled with the smell of engine oil and blood, and parts and limbs falling to the ground in a mess.

This is a terrible torture. They will eventually rot and die in the same place, or be dismembered and reused after giving their all.

Until a certain heroic man with little money came in the sunshine. His eyes silently penetrated the smoke, dust and loveless numbness, and he reached out and pulled out the alpaca, firmly and powerfully, like a hero in an epic poem who cut through the darkness and moonlight and grabbed the hand of the princess trapped in the flames.

Since then, the contract has come again, and electric vehicles have regained their glory and resumed their mission.

The man's driving skills are ten times better than JK's. Under his driving, the pretty lady saw the beauty that she could not imagine in her life. That is the instinct of all vehicles derived from the engine and screws, the pursuit of speed, the desire to gallop, and the long-cherished wish to move forward.

Unfortunately, the firewood was burned out and she was unable to catch up with the cart used by the junior high school student for shopping.

But it has no regrets, because the sad fate has been reversed, because it has lived again and burned everything.

Yin Ze rode the alpaca around the open space for the last time, then slowly stopped at the corner of the building.

"You have been loyal...Our fate ends here."

The man's palm gently stroked the handlebars, straightened the slightly crooked rearview mirror, and spoke softly.

"After a while, I will send you to the garage for repairs, and then transfer the contract car key to Xiangyue. You and her should pay attention to traffic safety."

The electric car remained silent and did not respond, but the man could feel her stubborn and tiny little universe resonating with the contractor.

"It's time to go back. Next time we meet, I will no longer be your knight."

The man in leopard print pajamas smiled in a chic manner. Braving the winter wind, he pushed the alpaca back downstairs and put on the dust sheet again.

"Brother Takizawa, I'm leaving. I left some dishes for you. Just heat them up for yourself." Asamiya Kazuki was wearing winter casual clothes, carrying a schoolbag and a suitcase as she walked down the stairs.

"Be careful when you go home. Do you have enough money? Can you buy food if you get hungry on the train? Did you leave anything behind? Have you checked the natural gas at home?" the man asked with concern. "Remember to call me when you get home."

"Oh, I see. You're so nagging. You've been nagging me since morning." Asamiya Kazuki curled her lips.

"You got annoyed after I said a few words to you. I just want you to return home safely." The man felt heartbroken.

"My home is not on an island or in a foreign country. It only takes 30 minutes by train to get there." Asamiya Kazuki walked out carrying a suitcase.

"Let me give you a ride," the man said as he ran after her. "You can buy some more things on the way. How can you go back home empty-handed?"

"Oh no, I can do it alone."

"Just send me a distance."

"That's enough. Let's stop here. You should go back quickly."

"Hey, give me another piece. We won't see each other again until half a month later."

"Brother Takizawa..." Asamiya Xiangyue hesitated.

"Why are you being so polite? Please walk with me for a while." The man said kindly.

"We've been sent to the station! If you continue like this, you'll have to go back to my hometown with me!" the girl said helplessly on the platform.

"Oh……"

……

Back in the doghouse, the little sun started up, warming up the body that was shivering in the cold wind. The man slowly opened his phone, logged into his account, and edited a formulaic blessing, thanking various animation fans and viewers.

Then I changed to a private account and carefully edited a blessing. I would like to thank all the illustrators, original artists, and masters for their appreciation and affirmation. I hope that everyone will make further progress in the future!

Then go to Line, copy the previous speaker’s speech and send it in the company group.

Then I started looking through the phone book.

"Hello, Director, how are things going? Have you delivered the gifts that I asked you to pass on to the class teacher, the new village doctor and the principal?" Yin Ze asked enthusiastically.

"Don't worry, I will do the job. Everyone is happy about your intention, especially Doctor Ninomura and the principal. The former just happened to be in need of that model of action figure, and the latter was so happy that his mouth was crooked with smile when he saw Onishi Kawashima's out-of-print signed book." The dean also said with a smile.

"You're okay too."

"Ha, you know what, the new console is really easy to use, and it comes with so many CDs. It's worth my training in you." The dean said with satisfaction.

"That's fine. Also, is sister Qinghua satisfied with the gift I asked Xiangyue to give to her? Because I really didn't know what she liked, I gave her a set of hardcover history books without her permission." Yin Ze nodded.

"What? Was that a gift from you?" The dean was stunned.

"Yeah, oh, and, I..." Yin Ze was about to say more.

"I've boiled the water. We'll talk next life." The dean retreated abruptly.

"Hello? What? Hello?" Yin Ze was a little confused after hearing the busy tone suddenly stop. But thinking that the dean of studies, although knowledgeable, would often do some stupid and childish things, he didn't think too much about it.

Further back.

Just to say hello to seniors Masashi Nakajima and Yoko Hikasa.

The head of the Faculty of Arts is also indispensable, but he is very noble and said that gifts are not necessary, and that two master's-level theses are enough...

After that, it was Final Fantasy 14's chief producer and former lead artist, Yoshimoto Yoshihiko, who spoke less recently and said that his company, Cygames, was making steady progress, and he also mentioned the matter of investing in technology.

Afterwards, I contacted people familiar with Kyoto Animation Company and the film set, and Director Keihiro Komori and Brother Hiroshi Moriki and others all expressed that they must get together when they have time.

Finally, it was Kashiwagi-san… I usually call him so I felt like it didn’t matter if I didn’t call him this time. But out of kindness, I still communicated with him in a friendly way.

Unexpectedly, it was a call from Sakura Eiji. The senior enthusiastically exchanged their visions for the new year and gave important guidance on Ayane's schoolwork. He also strongly invited him to visit Aunt Edamori's hometown, reminisce about the past, and soak in the hot springs. He said that he had arranged everything and was just waiting for him to go and have a good time.

real or fake? ?

……

dong dong.

A lively knock on the door.

When they opened the door, it was Shimazaki Nobunaga and Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, wearing down jackets and scarves.

Yin Ze quickly scanned the area and found that Matsuoka was carrying a plastic bag, while Shimazaki Nobunaga had nothing in his hands. He immediately decided to give the cotton slippers to Matsuoka, and the summer sandals to another unnecessary guest who was not very good at dealing with people.

"Brother, is this all you have? My feet must be cold." Shimazaki Nobunaga frowned as he wore his sandals.

"No more. I live alone, and it's good to have an extra pair of slippers." Yin Ze quietly stuffed the third pair of cotton slippers deeper into the shoe cabinet to avoid being discovered.

"Forget it, just make do with it. By the way, new year, new beginnings. This is a red envelope I specially prepared for you." Shimazaki Nobunaga generously took out a bright red envelope from his arms.

"Oh, you...ah, what can I say? We are all like brothers, but you are still doing this. I am really embarrassed."

Yin Ze was extremely surprised. But he quickly used all his strength to activate his spiritual power, and in the blink of an eye, he took the red envelope into his palm, and then pretended to be surprised.

"Hey, here's a pair of cotton shoes. Sorry, they were hidden too deep and I just found them."

"Haha, I understand. After all, there shouldn't be many customers coming here normally, right?"

For a time, friendship blossomed with brilliant brilliance, and the friendship between gentlemen is worth more than gold.

Yin Ze opened the red envelope and poured out a dozen coins into his hand.

This could barely be considered a huge sum of money, but when you take a closer look, you realize that it is not an ordinary coin, but the game currency of the Fight Night arcade. You can't even buy mineral water with it except for playing games.

The man turned his eyes away quietly, and Shimazaki Nobunaga felt the warm slippers, always maintaining a decent smile.

The final battle of this year was decided without any surprises.

"Haha, please come in, please come in, don't stand at the door." Yin Ze smiled again, forgiving his rebellious son's mistakes with the kindness of a father.

"Matsuoka, go pick the vegetables, Shimazaki Nobunaga, kill the chicken and bleed it. It's a pity that we don't have yellow paper today, otherwise we must make our sworn brotherhood more ceremonial." Yin Ze commanded.

"Then what are you doing?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked.

"The grocery shopping that I'm responsible for is already finished, so I deserve a break." Yin Ze shook his head.

"I won't kill chickens." Shimazaki Nobunaga was even more confident.

"If you can't even deal with a chicken that doesn't even bother to fight back and is ready to die, what's the point of you living in this world?" Yin Ze said with disdain, "Bring me the kitchen knife, I'll teach you a set of fierce bull and blue dragon slash."

The two men squeezed into the narrow bathroom with their knives sharpened, and soon the sound of a chicken jumping could be heard from inside. Through the blurry glass of the bathroom, one could see several cold blades tearing at each other, as well as the unyielding and unrestrained shadow of a fat chicken leaping into the air.

"How brave, country chicken! It turns out that your quietness until now was just an act! You wanted to dispel my vigilance! You wanted to wait until this final moment to fight for a chance of survival!" Yin Ze's roar was dull and spread to the living room, "——Unfortunately, I am limited by funding. This private bathroom has no windows. You can't fly away even if you have wings. Take my dark trick!"

There was blood and gore, and chicken feathers were flying.

More than ten minutes later, the Bloody Hand Butcher came out carrying a chicken and handed it to Mr. Matsuoka, who handled it skillfully, heating the pan, stir-frying, adding seasonings, and soon the delicious and fresh aroma filled the air.

Fortunately, Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga was just incompetent, but not without dignity. With his last bit of stubbornness, he cooked a bowl of instant noodles, which could be considered a staple meal.

It was six or seven o'clock, and the three of them had used all their skills to finally prepare a beggar's version of a Manchu-Han banquet.

"Open the wine." Shimazaki Nobunaga couldn't wait to take out the beer, and then he remembered something, "Is the Red and White Song Contest about to start? Where's the remote control? Let's get the atmosphere going!"

The three of them sat on the floor around a small table, pulled the pull rings of their beer bottles at the same time, raised them high, and clinked their glasses together to celebrate the New Year.

"Everyone should work hard next year." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled sincerely. He couldn't help but think of the past, when he came to Tokyo alone.

And the past, when we spent years together under a blanket with someone, listening to the radio.

"I will also be taking off next year, so I'm giving you two a heads up so you don't get startled." Shimazaki Nobunaga said proudly, "The editor has sent an email discussing publishing matters, almost begging, hehe~"

"I'm afraid it's not the other way around. You're the one begging her, right?" Yin Ze held back and snatched the meat dish closest to the other person while speaking.

The three of them knew each other well, so there was less formality. The beer was also smoother, and they drank half a cup at a time.

The voice of a national singer came from the TV. The night was getting darker outside the window, but the lights in thousands of houses were still on.

All people, regardless of love, hate, and separation, live together under this sky.

……

Yamayanagi Yushin sorted out the game saves and decided to find an opportunity to play secretly later. He carefully put the new game console under the bed, but because he was so engrossed, he didn't notice that someone was standing behind him. Yamayanagi Yushin raised his phone and started recording without saying a word.

"Qinghua! What are you doing!?"

The Dean's cry of grief was heard shortly afterwards.

……

Koizumi Yuzaburo couldn't put it down and flipped through the signed book. This was the masterpiece of that great writer, and the title page even had the words "To my good teacher Koizumi" written on it. It was a personal edition that was out of print. He put the book in the most conspicuous place on the glass bookcase, and then happily skipped to the living room to have dinner with his father, grandfather and his family.