Tokyo Sound

"Whether to spend it or not is up to you, the supervisor." Yin Ze waved his hand.

"Well, let's go to a small restaurant in a remote alley that I often eat at. The wine is homemade, small in quantity but good in quality, and the side dishes are quite flavorful. You and I can listen to old Showa songs on the old player, toast to the moon and talk about life, and enjoy the quietness of life. Isn't it beautiful?"

"That's great. By the way, how about I treat you all? It's also a way to express my gratitude for your care over the past few days." Yin Ze said sincerely.

"No, no, how much savings can a student like you have? Since I'm the one who proposed it, I should pay for it." Keihiro Komori patted his chest proudly.

"Excellent. When do you leave?"

"I'm going to go take care of something. You go say hello to everyone. I'll come back to you in a few minutes."

"it is good."

Yin Ze shook hands and patted shoulders with the staff along the way, and chatted with the outgoing ones before saying goodbye. Finally, he came to the lounge, where Sakura was removing her makeup with the help of her young mother. This guy sweated a lot on the stage.

She is submissive to the audience but strong-armed towards her partner. I am still too gentle and have never reprimanded her for her immature behavior.

"Takizawa-kun is here?" Sakura Edamori raised her eyebrows and smiled when she saw him, "We were just discussing you."

"what?"

"I'm sorry, Ayane didn't mean to embarrass or bully you on stage. This is just a childish act to cover up her stage fright." Sakura Edamori said helplessly, "Hurry up, apologize to Takizawa-kun."

"I'm sorry..." The girl's voice was like dry firewood.

I can't help but feel touched to hear such words from Sakura-san, even though I still can't say them sincerely.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Just like when I was in preschool, I often hung around in front of pretty female classmates and teased them. This was all a disguised show of goodwill, a harmless joke, just to improve our relationship." Yin Ze said cheerfully, "We are friends, don't blame her. Besides, the stage also needs some show effects, and it's not bad for me to be the one who takes over the punchline."

"You've really thought it through... But no matter how good friends are, you can't be reckless. Words can hurt people." Sakura Edamori showed a little bit of the strictness of a parent. "You can just criticize her for being rude. Friends are there to support each other."

Ah, what self-cultivation and intelligence she has. Her clear and cool voice was so pleasant when she said these words. She is truly an impeccable beauty.

"I understand. From now on, I will definitely cooperate with you to educate Sakura!" Yin Ze ignored the girl's bitter face and said in a deep voice.

"That's great." Sakura Edamori paused, "Ah, are you free later? If possible, why don't we go get something to eat together?"

"Uh... I'm sorry." Yin Ze said with some embarrassment, "I just happened to have made an appointment with the supervisor before."

"Is that so? Then we'll have to do it another day." Sakura Edamori said with some regret.

There was no way. Inviting her for a drink was a real man's promise. Although I was very heartbroken when I saw that regretful expression, I had no choice but to refuse with tears.

Please forgive me, Ms. Edamori, I'll do it better next time.

When Keihiro Komori turned back, he saw a thin figure sitting on a bench in the corridor, exuding a sense of loneliness. He had hunched shoulders and head, looking very much like a miserable gambler who lost all his money in a single game of poker, a poor candidate who studied day and night but failed the exam, or an ordinary e-sports player who was confident that he could save the world and entered the game in a high-profile manner but was killed in seconds.

Why do I feel like he has gone through a love-hate relationship like a separation from his lover even though we were only apart for a few minutes?

"What's wrong? Did your favorite idol announce his marriage?" Keihiro Komori asked with concern.

Yin Ze looked up at the supervisor, a typical middle-aged man, the backbone of society. Although he was humorous and approachable, and never put on airs, which made people feel friendly, at this moment, he was no longer interested in chatting with the old man and sighed.

"Nothing, let's go."

"You seem to be in a bad mood, maybe something is bothering you? That's great, why don't you have a couple of drinks and talk it out," Keihiro Komori consoled.

"I don't really like to pass on negative energy to others." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Small problems, I have more negative energy. For example, hair loss, suffering from three highs, my children's marriage problems, and the repayment of houses and cars..."

Keihiro Komori talked eloquently, and at one point thought of the people he had met who had brought light to him when he was lost. The director gently extended his hand, and his tone became cool and handsome, trying to imitate the coach-like role that appeared in those inspirational movies.

"Being depressed is not the right state for a college student. Come on, give me your hand."

Yin Ze nodded and stood up.

"..."

The two walked out side by side. Yin Ze was about to push out his pink beauty, but he saw the two Miss Sakura waiting for a taxi.

"Oh, Sakura-chan, are you going home?" Keihiro Komori stepped forward and said with a smile, "Your mother has worked hard today and came all the way here. Please be sure to watch the movie when it is released. Your daughter's performance is very good."

"It's my turn. Thank you for taking care of the child at work." Sakura Edamori bowed gracefully, "Supervisor and Takizawa-kun, are you going to eat now?"

"Yes, uh, do you know?" Keihiro Komori was stunned.

"Because I also wanted to find Takizawa-kun for dinner, but you found him first. Haha, he is really popular." Sakura Edamori joked.

The supervisor, who was experienced and had even stepped over the disaster of the midlife crisis, frowned deeply. Countless family ethics dramas and countless literary works flashed through his mind.

As his thoughts turned, his face changed to an expression that said, "I just remembered something important that I accidentally overlooked." As expected of someone in the industry who guides others in acting, there was no falsehood at all.

"Oh, I forgot. My wife asked me to go back and sign for a package today. It's been delayed for several days." Komori Keihiro hammered his hands in frustration and turned to the boy with great regret, "I'm so sorry, I really can't do it today. I'll ask you out another day. I have to go back quickly."

The supervisor, displaying his henpecked qualities, quickly bypassed the two Sakura ladies and, without any gentlemanly spirit, took the taxi that was approaching, sat on the passenger seat, waved his hand, and drove away with exhaust fumes.

"?"

Walking too fast.

Yin Ze was still a little confused.

A few seconds later.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" The mature Ms. Sakura stood in front of him, carrying her shoulder bag, and took out the bank card that symbolized her beloved, "Auntie, it's my treat!"

Chapter 32: Luck Doesn't Favor Fools

Ten minutes later, on the streets of Tokyo.

Cigarettes and beer can only enjoy loneliness, but cannot eliminate it.

When you are frustrated, a clear sky, a beautiful girl's smile, and a sweet and fragrant cake are the right solutions to help you forget your troubles temporarily.

Real gourmet food has never been exclusive to the banquets of the rich.

In the streets and alleys, on both sides of the narrow stone paths, small restaurants light up vermilion lanterns under the night sky in the evening. The signs are all in elegant ink-and-wash style, and the Japanese style mixed with the aroma of food hits you in the face.

The location of this kind of secret delicious restaurant can only be passed on by word of mouth or by chance. There are no luxurious decorations, exquisite dishes and glittering silver knives and forks, but instead there are clean small square tables, gray-haired grandfather chefs, diligent part-time female college students, office workers who untie their ties and stretch their backs while waiting for food, and a small stereo that repeatedly plays classic songs from the last century.

Here, the rice and side dishes are mixed with the tasteless but most delicious seasoning - the breath of life.

Men have always been firm "rice bowl warriors", or the "green pepper and shredded pork model". It is friendly, popular, and convenient. It has too many advantages and is the only choice for single men's three meals a day.

...until he discovered that the company provided two snacks every day, including instant noodles. From then on, a terrifying warrior who had free instant noodles and mineral water for lunch and dinner was born.

As a person who knows how to self-regulate and strives to manage the quality of life, when he falls into a trough, the man will order a sumptuous takeaway, then turn on the crosstalk program, eat while watching, entertain himself, and fully carry forward the Ah Q spirit to continue to live in the world.

Today is an exception, no sadness, no bad news, no dismissal, no blaming others.

But enjoy the food.

And it was with a beautiful woman.

And it was a beautiful woman who invited him to dinner.

How can I be so worthy? !

Yin Ze sat upright, trying his best to look as smart and dignified as if he was attending a UN meeting. The two Miss Sakura, one big and one small, were sitting opposite each other. Miss Edamori was looking down at the menu, her eyes were like water, and a few strands of hair were hanging down.

At this distance, he could clearly see the trembling eyelashes, the delicate bridge of the nose, and the light pink blush. He thought of many things, such as the classical sculptures that carved marble into a gauze texture with great skill, the nuns praying under the rose windows in the quaint and solemn church, the sparkling light of the setting sun on the sea level before sunset, and the hymns echoing in the golden theater.

All in all, they are all beautiful things.

"Is there anything you want to eat in particular?"

"No."

"Then why are you putting your head so close?" Sakura Ayane asked with a frown.

"This is the fifth set of exercises for the head, neck and shoulders. If you want to learn it, I can teach you." Yin Ze calmly retracted his body that was leaning forward unconsciously.

"No need."

"I heard that you studied painting. You still have to be careful. Don't let your head, neck, and shoulders become problematic before you understand the relationship between the head, neck, and shoulders of an artist."

"If you want something, just tell me directly. Don't be polite with your aunt." Sakura Edamori said kindly.

"It's up to you. I'm free to do whatever you want."

"Well, then it's up to me."

Thus, the information about the favorite taste of the beautiful lady was obtained. Yin Ze smiled shyly.

The waiter took the order and left, and the situation naturally turned into a casual chat.

"Why did Miss Zhisen get married so early?" Yin Ze spoke first.

"Marriage is about finding a trustworthy partner who can support each other. On this basis, it would be even better if there is love. I just met the right person earlier than others and exchanged feelings earlier." Sakura Edamori held her chin with both hands and smiled at him, "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty lucky."

"It seems like he values ​​this relationship very much. I wonder what kind of person Mr. Sakura is?"

"Always lazy, nagging, always untidy, always throwing away socks, never waking up in the morning, terrible at cooking, a kitchen destroyer who can only wash dishes..." Sakura Edamori counted on her fingers to name the pillar of the family, then changed the subject, "But aside from all that, he is a dedicated father and husband, graduated from a prestigious university, a social elite with a salary far exceeding that of ordinary people, the backbone of the company, and a kind-hearted and helpful man."

"It sounds like he is a man worthy of your madam. Excuse me for asking, which prestigious school is he from?"

"Faculty of Law, University of Tokyo." Sakura Ayane answered quickly, looking very excited, as if she was proudly showing off an expensive toy.

Damn, I didn’t expect it was my senior. I miscalculated.

"Then Miss Zhisen, did you and your wife meet at the same university?" Yin Ze asked again.

"No, no, no, I'm not that great. At that time, my good friend and I went to the University of Tokyo to watch a debate. He was the second debater on the affirmative side. He was dressed in a suit and tie, full of energy and vigor. He always overwhelmed his opponents. He was really brilliant." Sakura Edamori recalled the past.

"Then you suggested making friends? You are so enthusiastic and cheerful." Yin Ze praised.

"no no."

"That was his audacious approach? How frivolous and hypocritical!"

"Neither. After the debate, he took the initiative to find me, hoping to indirectly get the contact information of my friend."

“If you don’t know true beauty, your vision is limited.”

"No, my friend is also very pretty, and a celebrity in my university. But she was not interested in this guy and rejected him straightforwardly, and he didn't persist either. But through this, I came into contact with him, and slowly in the end, he started pursuing me." Sakura Edamori chuckled.

"You retreat when you encounter obstacles. It's hard to tell whether you are sincere or not." Yin Ze continued to shake his head.

"Are you prejudiced against my dad?" Sakura Ayane was speechless.

"No, I am just stating the facts objectively."

"In fact, I also questioned him about this with a rolling pin. He said that it was me that he had his eyes on in the first place, and in order to avoid being too abrupt, he used my good friend as a roundabout tactic." Sakura Edamori explained.

“…” Yin Ze couldn’t come up with any new criticism for a moment.

"When two people are together, there will always be some misunderstandings and conflicts that seem heavy and complicated at the time, but after crossing that hurdle and supporting each other for a lifetime, the sadness and tears of the past will turn into sparkling memories." Sakura Edamori said softly, "Chew time, hold wrinkled hands tightly, and look at the wind and sunset side by side, these are happiness."

"Is this the kind of partner that Madam can feel such emotion and even hope for?" Yin Ze sighed, "Then I will believe it."

"Dad is a very good person." Sakura Ayane immediately added.

"Oh? You respect your father very much?"

"Of course!"

"If only we could say such embarrassing things to his face," the young mother muttered, "he might be so happy for a week."

"The way we get along is very easy." Yin Ze thought about it and said sincerely.

"What do you mean?" Sakura Ayane asked curiously.

"The family atmosphere, environment, and the way I communicate with my parents all feel very relaxed, like friends, but with the heaviness of blood relatives."

"Isn't it always like this?"

"In modern society, you need a certificate to do anything. Even sweeping the floor requires an interview. But being a parent doesn't require any assessment."

Yin Ze said slowly.

"Every family has its own problems. Not every family is loving and harmonious. Quarrels and fights are common. It is normal for children to be biased in their education and to be arbitrary. It is true that relatives can become enemies, either because of property or because of oppression... In this regard, many people should envy you for having open-minded and responsible parents."

"You're getting off topic. And why are you always asking about my family? What about you, do you have brothers or sisters? I've never heard you mention that." Sakura Ayane asked while playing with chopsticks.

Yin Ze was stunned for a moment, and after thinking it over again and again, he slowly narrated Takizawa's situation.

"I'm the only child, probably... because I have a half-sister whom I've never met, but I won't bother disturbing that already complete family in the future. As for my father, he's passed away."

The girl stopped all the small movements of her hands, and for a moment she felt confused and helpless because she had done something bad.

"I'm sorry." Sakura Edamori whispered.

I wanted to subconsciously say it was nothing, but I didn't have the right to be so generous, so I just nodded in response.

In an instant, the world on the small table seemed to be independent from the down-to-earth and lively restaurant, and the air was quiet and silent.