Tokyo Sound

"You are still young and don't understand how dangerous this world is. Girls must protect themselves when they are outside and have a sense of crisis. You must know that there is dirty darkness hidden in every man's heart. When faced with the beauty as pure as snow, not every man can stick to his original heart." Sakura Eiji taught earnestly.

"Aren't you a man too? You also have dirty darkness?" Sakura Ayane asked back.

"I'm not a man, I'm a father, a more noble being!" Sakura Eiji said righteously.

"...Don't move around. Just stay at home and rest. I've put the water and phone on the bedside table. If you need anything, please contact me. We'll be back after the event this afternoon."

"Then at least bring my bank card, so that I can at least have some sense of traveling with you."

Have you realized that your bank card is your clone...?

"Okay, okay, I got it. Just be patient for a while. After you sweat, take a hot shower and you'll be fine. Don't lift the quilt in the middle of the process because the wind will leak in, okay?" Sakura Ayane instructed patiently.

"There's no point in recovering from the illness." The man on the bed had lifeless eyes.

"Oh, next time something like this happens I will definitely tell you to stop me!"

"It's a deal. Let's make a pinky promise first..." Sakura Eiji smiled and tried to extend his hand.

"I told you there can't be any leaks!" The girl gritted her teeth angrily and went over to stuff the four corners of the quilt into the gaps in the mattress.

Finally, she had arranged for this wise, mature and reliable pillar of the family, and only then did Sakura Ayane have time to choose clothes and put on makeup.

It is well known that a girl’s wardrobe is a magical place, and sometimes you don’t even know what you will find.

At this time, the bed sheets were covered with expensive brand-name clothes of various styles, almost every one of which could be found in fashion magazines.

The beige dress has a simple and stylish silhouette, is bright and elegant, and can modify the body shape. It is very suitable for walking elegantly with a high-heeled glass of champagne in a party. But it is not suitable for this occasion, Pass.

The brightly colored little dress is eye-catching and does not rely on your figure. It can be paired with hair and makeup to create a sweet and cute look. But after thinking about it, I always feel a little shy standing in front of everyone like that, so I pass.

A short-waisted denim jacket with casual pants?

Although it is chic and capable, which is in line with her personality and aesthetic tendencies, but even if the scale is small, it is a relatively serious event. Dressing like this is not serious enough, so it is still a pass.

Wait, what is this?

Sakura Ayane picked up a piece of old, worn, narrow children's clothing in confusion.

Isn't this the little cotton-padded jacket I wore when I was in primary school? Why did my parents keep this thing?!

Ahhhh, the indecision syndrome broke out, and the girl, who was stuck in a stalemate, scratched her head. Her short hair, which she had not had time to wash, became even more frizzy and messy.

Obviously, all the clothes were chosen at first sight, or purchased after careful consideration, but why is it that every time I need to use them, I can never match them together to suit my taste?

It is well known that there is always one piece of clothing missing in a woman's wardrobe.

The girl doesn't have much time to prepare.

"Mom, come and help me curl my hair." She rushed downstairs with the curling iron in her hand.

At an intersection in Tokyo, there is a lot of traffic and the sound of horns honking.

Yin Ze played a song called "Ordinary Road" in his head, and rode his bike leisurely, bypassing the congested roads and avoiding the dense crowds. His riding style was characterized by taking advantage of every opportunity, being particularly casual, and he would even stop to play with the fat cat on the roadside.

Especially the stray dog ​​that was marking its territory against the electric pole. I just blew a whistle, but the other party felt provoked and ran straight towards me. Unfortunately, no matter how cheap the Pink Panther is, it is an industrial product that embodies modern science and technology.

I can't outrun those with four tires, but can I not outrun you with four legs?

In the midst of their excitement, the song even switched to "Dejavu" [Note: a famous Italian song included in Initial D]

After a thrilling chase involving the combined forces of humans, machines, and animals, Yin Ze had already arrived at the venue.

"The Secret World of Hotaru no Mori", whether it is the original work or the animated theatrical version, has a sadness and freshness that is detached from the world, so the release and promotion are relatively restrained and implicit.

The venue for the production team's meeting is located in a theater in Tokyo. The number of media and fans present is actually relatively small, but the scale is not small. It will be recorded and used as a giveaway when the CD is sold in the future.

When he learned that he was going to open this business, Yin Ze was actually quite happy...at least it was better than going to the Dark Dream Talk.

Here, I am the main actor, and we discuss serious and classy behind-the-scenes experiences, acting tips, and character development processes. I am not a comedian, who suffers from teasing in audience letters and workplace bullying from younger hosts as a supporting actor.

And I haven't seen Sakura-san for a while.

The girl didn't even send a text message or invite her to dinner. Fortunately, he adhered to the standards of outstanding young people in society and walked her a long way after recording the video many times.

The theater was already being set up. As the director, Keihiro Komori naturally arrived early. When he saw Yin Ze, he showed his usual gentle smile, "There's still a while before the official opening. You can go to the waiting room backstage. Ayane-chan arrived earlier than you, so you can chat with her."

"No, no, how can I just sit and rest and wait when I get here?" Yin Ze smiled, "Is there anything I can do for you? Carrying equipment, counting seats, I can do that."

"I appreciate your kindness, but you should go meet your heroine first. She looks a little nervous." The supervisor smiled. "If I had to describe it, she's like a child who's about to go on a spring outing. She's looking forward to it, but also a little too excited and uneasy."

"Okay, see you later then."

"Well, go ahead." The supervisor seemed to not want him to stay and help, and kept shouting at him to go away.

Yin Ze turned into the work passage that was off-limits to outsiders, followed the staff's instructions to the door of the waiting room, and knocked on it.

"Ah, please come in."

Yin Ze pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside the room, a familiar girl sat on a chair, combing her hair in front of a mirror. She was wearing a well-fitting mysterious black wrap dress, revealing her smooth, slender snow-white neck and arms. Her face was rosy, and her thin lips were crystal clear, painted with lip gloss just like when they first met. Her eyes flickered at him, probably because she was caught off guard, and even stopped the movement of her hands, her fluffy short curly hair swaying.

"Why did you come in suddenly?" The girl, who was dressed formally, blinked quickly, raised her head and asked anxiously.

"Ah? Didn't you say 'come in'?"

“I thought it was a staff member!”

"The problem is that I am also a staff member... I am the lead actor." Yin Ze muttered, and then his expression suddenly calmed down and gradually became formal. He sighed softly, "It's really beautiful."

Sakura Ayane never expected him to say that. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly around her knees. The strong energy she had accumulated was rapidly dissipating. She muttered softly, "It was just a casual remark. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Really." Yin Ze nodded slowly.

This young beauty standing next to Sakura-san is truly charming.

She has a slim figure and a decent appearance, and exudes a gentle and charming bookish aura.

A typical lady from a wealthy family, she is elegant and simple, with a faint but impressive smile. Her beauty is subtle and quiet, a typical oriental beauty, and her avant-garde and fashionable clothing style adds a bit of extra playfulness to her.

Her facial features are vaguely similar to Sakura-san's... Could she be her sister?

I didn't expect that Sakura, who has a changeable personality and is weak in femininity, would have such an eye-catching sister.

"Nice to meet you, elegant lady. My name is Takizawa Satoru. May I know your name?" The man straightened the collar of his programmer's combat plaid shirt and asked softly.

"?" Sakura Ayane.

"Of course, my name is Sakura Edamori." Li Ren also blinked, looked at him with some surprise and said, "You are Takizawa-kun? Are you a professional artist?"

"I'm just a voice actor, what's wrong?"

"No, it's just that he's too handsome. I think he's even prettier than Shoichi-kun. Is he really not some idol?" The beauty asked curiously, covering her chest with her hands and stamping her feet lightly.

"Haha, you're too kind. By comparison, Miss Sakura, you're the one that catches my eye and makes me linger."

"Oh, no way." The beauty replied happily.

"Did you come to the venue today specifically to accompany Sakura-san?"

"Well, this is the first time this kid has done something like this."

"You two have a very good relationship."

"Of course, I've watched him grow up."

"Ms. Edamori is so warm and gentle, and her heart is tied to her loved ones."

"After all, I only have this one daughter. If I don't devote my whole heart to her, who else can I give my heart to?" The beauty touched her daughter's head lovingly.

Someone seemed to be struck by lightning and his smile froze.

"——Only daughter?"

"Yes."

"So who are you...??"

"I'm Ayane's mother."

It was rare that the usually optimistic and cheerful man seemed to have turned into monotonous black, white and gray, falling into a chain of silence and sadness.

Chapter 29: Awakening from a Dream

love.

A great and sacred word, countless writers throughout the ages have tried their best to interpret and praise it. It is the loss of soul under the red rose, the hot kiss under the ancient bright northern lights, the sacrifice and dedication of the encounter in the dust, and the waiting and watching under the boundless ocean tide.

Love is suitable for all ages, whether you are a retired old man fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and wearing sandals, or a self-important business elite, everyone will be interested in gossip. Everyone can discuss this timeless topic anytime, anywhere during work breaks, after meals, and after dinner.

When relatives and friends who have not been in touch for a long time meet each other, even if they are cold and not talkative, they will greet each other with a question like "Are you dating a girlfriend?"

Traditional elders treat this as an epic mission in their lives and closely monitor the progress of the piglets digging for cabbage in their homes.

Lonely patients who feel that life is not worth living in this world may occasionally feel touched when reading novels or watching TV dramas, and yearn for a sincere and beautiful soul communication. They may write in their circle of friends, "The sun is shining, the wind is cool, where is she?"

As long as you are human, you cannot escape love.

Maybe you really have a heart of stone, born to be able to see through the worldly affairs, with a mind as calm as a saint's, and your mind has reached the state of Buddha's contemplation of white bones.

But every time a festival comes, those vulgar mortals will organize themselves together in excitement... Close-ups of fingers clasped together, headshots of pairs, corny comments that make people's teeth ache, and other worthless content will fill your social software like a virus.

Yin Ze once sighed and lamented about this, and racked his brains for thought.

I also spend a lot of money and rack my brains for a date, and I bite the plastic fork nervously for a confession. However, the wind and frost of life have blown these childish worries away.

To this day, he still believes in love...

But I just don't believe this shit will happen to me.

It's just miracles and magic, it's hard to tell.

The encounter was sudden, without any warning, and I was caught off guard. Even though I had just washed my hair, I had to face this fateful meeting.

It has been a long time since I felt my heart skip a beat. It was as if I had returned to my naive and innocent teenage years. I wanted to be her deskmate, to secretly watch her attentive and gentle profile in class, to get close to her and talk to her under the pretext of discussing homework, and to smell the fragrance of her hair.

The wedding can be traditional or Western style. Whether it is a wedding dress or a wedding gown, it must be beautiful.

We bought a house in Shizuoka, where we can see Mount Fuji. In the evening, we would hug each other and look at the orange-white sacred mountain under the sunset.

It doesn't matter whether you have a boy or a girl. You won't force your child to learn special skills or take any interest classes. Every month, I take time to bring her back to my parents' home to chat and play chess with my father-in-law, and help my mother-in-law wash rice and chop vegetables.

Of course, I would buy a car with a large space and large capacity, so that I can take my family out for an outing and enjoy the cherry blossoms on weekends. I can also keep a pet, such as a white Labrador.

In the man’s fantasy, the family has been living happily together for twenty years.

But what followed was a horrific tragedy that left the family broken up and everyone dead.

"Sakura-san's...mother?" Yin Ze's mouth trembled.

"Yes."

"No, but Ms. Edamori, you look very young."

"Because I got married when I was in college." The beauty chuckled, as if recalling the good old days.

"That's true. Congratulations and happy marriage."

"Although this blessing comes more than ten years late, I will still accept it." The beauty smiled gently.

"You are dressed very beautifully today." Yin Ze turned his head and looked at Sakura, and said dryly out of courtesy.

These words sounded emotionless. After nearly a few hours of preparation, these few words were all he got. Sakura Ayane wanted to have a good argument with him, but because her parents were present, she could only stare at him and said perfunctorily, "You're dressed nicely, too."

"Your taste isn't that great... this is considered good." Yin Ze shook his head in disappointment, "You lack such a sense of fashion. It seems that this elegant outfit of yours must have been carefully matched by Miss Edamori, right?"

Sakura Ayane gave a hypocritical smile and gritted her teeth secretly.

"Takizawa-kun, right?" Sakura Edamori looked him up and down with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Ms. Edamori knows me?"

"When we chat at home, your name often pops up from Ayane's mouth." Sakura Edamori said with a smile, "They said that you worked together to discuss scripts, went to colleagues' homes for dinner together, went shopping together, etc."

"Well, we are friends after all." Yin Ze didn't care.

"But it's rare to always mention your name." The graceful beauty paused, "You look like a college student, right?"

"Yes."

"Generally speaking, you shouldn't play with the juniors in the first year of high school. Can you get along with them? Won't there be any estrangement?"

"No, we get along very well. Sakura has an interesting soul and a unique understanding of society and life. She is also very polite and you can tell she has received a good upbringing. More importantly, she is kind and generous. She doesn't hold grudges or envy others, and faces this changing world with a smile and strength." Yin Ze was generous with his praise. After all, he was someone else's child, so of course he had to praise him.

"Are you so close that you've dug into each other's inner world?" Sakura Edamori said with a smile, "What do you usually talk about?"