Tokyo Sound

"You'll get bored if your work is monotonous." Araki looked at Madi who had just started his dictionary editing career.

"No," said Matti simply.

"But if you do this kind of work for many years, it will be very interesting. You see, the fingerprints will disappear." Araki stretched out his wrinkled fingers.

Ma Di tentatively touched his senior's fingers and found them very smooth.

"To touch words with your fingers, to feel the joy of the world, this is one of the pleasures of dictionary editing." Araki smiled.

Before leaving, the senior gave Araki a very old-fashioned gift - an arm cage. When working at a desk, it can reduce the dirt on the sleeves. This arm cage is exactly what Araki usually uses.

It is an incredible job to devote 38 years to compiling a dictionary. Apart from the long time it takes to complete the book, the compilation itself is a great test of one's will.

A dictionary is also called a dictionary.

Ma Di stood on the dark sea, with pieces of paper with vocabulary definitions written on them floating on the surface. He tried to pick up the pieces of vocabulary one by one, but he sank deeper and deeper until he fell to the bottom of the sea.

In terms of social civilization, the diligent seal calligraphers are like ants that keep carrying sugar crumbs.

"26 entries, tens of thousands of pages, and tens of millions of words. We little ants can only exchange our lives for it." Onishi Kawashima murmured.

Ma Di woke up in a three-ping room in Zaoyunzhuang. His room was full of books and he was holding a pen. A tabby cat named Tiger was stepping on his belly, and its short and thick tail was rubbing against his side.

The only thing that could be called furniture in the room was a small desk by the window. The entire wall was covered with bookshelves, and many books could not fit on the shelves and were scattered everywhere.

If a room can reflect the inner world of its occupants to some extent, then I must be a boring person with a lot of vocabulary but no way to use it, covered by thick layers of dust.

Books are silent music, gorgeous paintings, and majestic buildings. They contain hundreds of rivers and embrace everything, bringing history to life. Books are like giving wings to reason and soul, helping people fly above the rotten mire.

"I really envy you, Xiaoguang. You have found what you want to fight for your whole life at such a young age. All that's left is to work hard." said Grandma Zhu, the landlord of Zaoyunzhuang.

The soul of the past lies in the book. And now, he lies in the middle of the sea of ​​souls. The sunlight shines in from the window, smudges the whiteness of the pages, and irons his creased white shirt. The man who rests his head on the tatami seems to have a light quietly lit in his unattractive eyes.

Finally seeing that indescribable charm again, Mizuno Nagaharu was excited.

'I'm full, thank you.'

Ma Di, who had finished his meal while kneeling in an upright position, bowed his head to thank her and gave the noodles he bought to Granny Zhu as a return gift. He took the initiative to clean up the dishes and took them to the kitchen on the first floor to wash. Granny Zhu went back to the dormitory to rest first.

Ma Di replaced the water in Tiger Ye's small bowl with clean water, and put dried fish and bonito flakes in the feed bowl, and placed it on the kitchen floor.

Although Tiger is a little fat, he is self-reliant. Several times he walked past the wall of the water ditch with a mouse in his mouth, as if showing off.

Ma Di returned to the room, spread out the quilt, and called out to the window in a low voice, "Master Tiger!" After waiting for a while, there was still no sign of the fat cat. It always curled up at his feet at night in the past, so what happened today?

But I'll be back soon, leaving a gap in the window.

After turning off the lights, I gradually got used to the quiet darkness. I could faintly hear the sound of water flowing in the ditch downstairs, the wind dispersed the clouds, and the moonlight cast the shadows of the leaves on the window.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a cat, with a low, threatening tone in its voice, yet it also sounded like it was acting coquettishly.

Ma Di got out of bed with some worry, put on his glasses in the dark and went out. He followed the sound upstairs, stepped over the waist-high window groove, and walked into the clothes drying yard, "I'm here to pick you up."

But then, Ma Di took two steps back and almost staggered.

There was a woman standing in front of him, holding Tiger Lord in her arms.

The girl who was looking up at the moonlight turned around when she heard the sound. She appeared here tonight with a sense of mystery that could not be ignored. Her shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the wind, illusory and unreal, hazy like a fable.

Ma Di seemed to be under some kind of spell, and his body suddenly became very stiff, tense and awkward.

"I'm so glad you came to pick me up," the woman said mischievously.

Landlord Granny Zhu regained her youth under the moonlight?!

No, no, no, this is impossible!

Tiger Lord moved away from the woman's arms, ran to Ma Di's side, and rubbed around her calf.

"So cute, what's your name?" the girl asked.

'Madi.'

'Giving a cat a name like that? How strange.'

"No, Ma Tingdi is my name..." Ma Di actually mistakenly thought that the word "so cute" was describing herself. She was so embarrassed that she felt ashamed. Her face turned red instantly, and her fingers of both hands were hooked together. She was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Madi asked with courage.

"My name is Kaguya. I just moved in here today. Please give me your guidance," the girl said.

In the earliest Japanese story work "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter", the heroine came to the world from the moon. Because her body was shining when she was born from a bamboo, she was named "Kaguya", which has the same pronunciation as "Kaguya" in Japanese, both are pronounced as kaguya.

The moonlight is as clear as water, and the Milky Way stretches across the starry sky.

The moonlight shines through the leaves onto my red face. Only then did I realize that moonlight is also hot.

On the huge screen, there is a close-up of the male protagonist, with a slightly slovenly face showing a very subtle facial expression. It is just that momentary flicker in his eyes that makes the audience understand.

The subtle and silent micro-expressions were so accurate and wonderful. Nagaharu Mizuno at the Shinjuku Cinema was so excited. This is the face of the movie. Just lean over there, without saying words, just look in a certain direction, and the sense of the story will come naturally.

Just looking at this ever-changing face, I can eat three big bowls of rice!

Chapter 116 Eye Skills

The man with a weak sense of presence hid his upper body behind a defensive wall made of books. Although he had a pen in his hand, he was obviously not in the right state of mind and had been in a daze for several minutes.

"Are you okay, you?" said Nishioka, one of my colleagues. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"You must have a lover, right?" said Aunt Sasaki, who is over 40 years old and well-informed.

"Do you have a girl you like?" Upon hearing this, even someone as focused as Mr. Matsumoto couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look over here.

Ma Di was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Really?!" Nishioka was shocked. "You have a crush on someone? What kind of person is that person? Is he a human?"

"She is my landlord's granddaughter...Grandma Take is getting old, so she moved here a few days ago to take care of the elderly. She was studying cooking in Kyoto before." Ma Di whispered.

"Wow, you know so much, kid." Nishioka grinned.

"Where does she work now?" Aunt Sasaki asked casually.

"Yushima, Ume no Mi." Madi answered dryly.

"It's only been a few days, and you already know someone else's new workplace?" Nishioka continued to laugh.

"Well, youth. But I can't stop working because of this." Mr. Matsumoto is the most respected senior in the editorial office, and his voice is calm and emotional.

"I'm very sorry," Matti whispered.

"But the feeling of love is unstoppable." Teacher Matsumoto changed the subject, his face also showed some reminiscence, and his tone was emotional, "Love - by the way, why not let me give you the definition of the word "love"."

"Huh?" Ma Di was stunned.

"Haha, I believe your explanation will be very vivid." Teacher Matsumoto said with a smile, "For this reason, you must also make this relationship progress."

"Mei Zhishi's table has been booked for 7 o'clock tonight." Aunt Sasaki put down the phone and said suddenly, "Let's go together later."

'ah? ! ’

The camera turned.

The narrow entrance of the restaurant is hung with an elegant door curtain, one end of which is printed with three blue plum patterns. When diners open the lattice door, they will definitely hear the chef in the bar cooking area shouting out a loud welcome. The space inside the restaurant is natural and simple, and almost all seats are occupied.

Xiang Gu Ya came out from the inner area holding an empty tray. She seemed to be the youngest one and also served outside. She wore a traditional Japanese chef uniform of a white top with a white apron, her hair tied at the back, and a small chef hat. To those who were interested, she looked so dazzling.

After the people in the editorial office sat down, they began to whisper to each other.

"The girl is very pretty," said Mr. Matsumoto with a smile.

"When she first came in, she called Ma Di "Xiao Guang." Aunt Sasaki, who has a calm personality, emphasized.

"Well, that's because the landlord's grandmother called me that, and she just followed suit." Ma Di said a little uncomfortably.

"No wonder Madi is attracted to her, but there must be many people chasing after her." Nishioka tilted his head.

"Really?" Ma Di asked subconsciously.

"Of course, she's so cute, how could she not have a boyfriend?" Nishioka said pessimistically.

'Yeah!'

"Absolutely."

"One hundred percent..." Madi moved his mouth, and his naturally curly hair was a little messy. The air in his chest and throat was like dried mochi, forming a hard lump. It was rare for him to come to a good restaurant to eat, but he had no appetite at the moment.

What a fresh and lively expression, this is a secret love that can only be understood but not expressed in words. Mizuno Nagaharu nodded and gave a high evaluation of the close-up performance.

What a wonderful and realistic entanglement, this is the expression I have always wanted to see on Kenzo's face. Ohnishi Kawase felt itchy in his heart.

Living in the same Sounso, the male and female leads would of course see each other every day.

Ma Di was just about to go to the kitchen, and when he opened the door he saw Kaguya's back. He turned around without delay and bumped into the door sill, and was in so much pain that he bent over and held his forehead.

"Xiao Guang? Are you okay?" Xiang Juya turned around after hearing the sound and asked with concern.

Ma Di put down his hand, slowly straightened up, and said "It's okay" in an inexplicably handsome voice that he deliberately fabricated.

Kaguya looked at him silently for a while, then turned back to his work. Madi once again bent over and rubbed his forehead in pain.

"Are you really okay?" Kaguya looked over again without knowing when.

Ma Di straightened his head and chest for the second time, with his slightly curly hair, and repeated in a mysterious voice, "It's okay."

Laughter broke out spontaneously in the cinema.

Even though his appearance in the play is inconspicuous, this look and herbivorous temperament are so silly and cute, he is simply a textbook soft and cute liberal arts student.

Even Natsume Kenzo's mouth curled up. Yes, he would laugh when he saw something funny. But when he thought of the old man sitting next to him, he quickly regained his calm expression.

……

The subtle flame called love is warming the hearts of the characters.

As a colleague, Nishioka felt that he couldn't just ignore it, so he stepped forward to help Madi write and draw on the work card - he drew a bunch of umbrellas, with Madi and Kaguya's names on both sides of the umbrella handle. This trick is a classic among classics, and it has a high appearance rate in kindergartens, elementary schools, and lower grades of junior high schools.

Madi was immediately shaken, his ears turned red. Nishioka stood behind him, looking embarrassed as if he had played a successful prank.

"You are already a grown-up, don't act like a primary school student." Aunt Sasaki passed by.

"Hey, if you really like her that much, just ask her out to play," Nishioka encouraged.

"He is so upset because he doesn't dare to ask people out," Aunt Sasaki explained.

"Then confess your feelings, or write a letter. Oh, how about a love letter?" Nishioka suggested.

"Dear Sirs, the cold wind is blowing and winter is approaching. At this time, I wish you good health and happiness..."

Ma Di sat cross-legged on the tatami, writing word by word on the letter paper very seriously and carefully.

"What are you busy with?" a voice said.

Ma Di's body trembled, and then he threw himself on the table like a football goalkeeper diving for a fatal penalty, burying the letter.

"The weather is so nice, why are you staying in the room?" The amiable Grandma Zhu came in with a stew pot, "I cooked it with Xiangjuya, you can have a taste."

"Ah, thank you very much." Madi had no intention of refusing.

"I think the taste is a bit bland," said Granny Bamboo.

"No." Ma Diji picked up the food quickly with his chopsticks, enjoying it very much, nodding as he ate, "It's delicious."

"Kaguya! Xiaoguang said it's delicious!" Upon hearing this, Granny Zhu shouted out the door.

"Puff——" Madi almost choked, "No, you don't have to be so loud, mother-in-law."

"Oh, she said she wanted to go to Kappabashi today. I haven't been walking well lately. I'm getting old. Why don't you go with her?" Granny Zhu suddenly said.

"Uh, this, this." Madi coughed a few times and tried to chew and swallow the food in his mouth quickly to avoid choking.

"Don't you want to go?" Granny Bamboo blinked and asked.

"No, no, I..." Madi tried to find the right words.

"Then we have to go. Kaguya! Xiaoguang is also going out! You two can go together!" Granny Zhu shouted upstairs again with a preemptive attitude, and then lowered her voice and said, "She mentioned the amusement park before, you can try to invite her."

In the end, Ma Di was pushed out of the door by the kind-looking mother-in-law, with a force that was totally unlike that of an old grandmother.

The amusement park was bustling with families and couples on Sundays. The sound of the hero show and the host's commentary could be heard from the venue, and the roller coaster flew over our heads, bringing with it waves of high-decibel screams from the passengers.

Each of them was thinking about different things. When Madi looked at Kaguya, especially when he met her beautiful eyes, he felt his chest suffocating and couldn't breathe. He thought about all kinds of conversations in his mind, but no matter how many dictionaries he looked up, he found that he couldn't find an appropriate word to start.

"Let's go play that!" Kaguya gently pushed Madi's elbow, and together they walked towards the giant Ferris wheel.

Although the girl quickly let go of her hand, the boy could not forget the gentle touch of her slender fingers.