Tokyo Sound

“Alright, alright.” The young girl who was closest to me and who had called earlier said, “Brother Yin, hurry up. The project I drew last week is due to be submitted. Please review it.”

"Hey, I'm feeling a bit bored today." Yin Ze wiped his face and sat down in the chair of the chief artist. Although he had just said that he was not in good condition, he became energetic instantly after he sat down and confirmed his identity as the team leader.

Finally, it's my turn to have the dual-screen HD monitor all to myself! It's my turn to play games on the dual-screen HD monitor during my lunch break!

Enter the boot password and log in to the internal software. As soon as you go online, you will see a bunch of messages and files to be received. Yin Ze drags the files into PS while diving into the chat in the company group. Don't think these people are meditating in cyberspace. In fact, some people are intensively chatting in the group while drawing. Although it is an internal group, the content is not all serious topics, and the atmosphere is more like a forum.

"4th group Wu Bo: Who has a hair brush, send me one"

"3D Xu Guangjun: You guys didn't get to watch the game yesterday, the play was so fake, it was hard to hold on"

"3D Qiu Xing: I feel like the coach is going to be fired again"

"Feng Lezheng from Group 3: How can B Station return to the old version? The new UI design is so ugly, I think my uncle is messing with his claws."

"Master He, project supervisor: Some students from the school will come to visit this afternoon. Please remember not to let them see the project pictures. Switch the screen to cover them when the time comes."

"Team 4 leader Zhou Qiwen: What are they coming to see?"

"Project Manager Mr. He: It depends on how handsome you are."

"Group 3 Huang Zeyu: Got it"

"Group 4 Tian Xingpeng: Got it"

"Team 2 leader Yin Ze: Got it"

"Team 3 leader Bian Pengfei: TD"

"Master He, project manager: Aze, come over here!"

"Team 2 leader Yin Ze: That's not right! Isn't it Brother Fei who is showing off?!"

"Master He, project manager: You are late today, just after taking office. I want to talk to you about work."

"3D Xu Guangjun: Something even more difficult has happened"

"Group 4 Wu Bo: Hey guys, who has a hair brush? Send me one now!"

"..."Yin Ze.

Half an hour later, the new lead artist came back from the project manager.

"Teacher Yin, it's almost 12 o'clock. What are we going to eat? Do you want to go to Bobo Chicken today?" asked Lao Cao, who was a very practical man.

"It's still Mr. Rice." Yin Ze thought for a while.

"Eat again! I'm about to vomit." Lao Cao was speechless.

"There are only a few shops nearby. Why don't you quit your job and open a restaurant? We will definitely come to patronize you." Teacher Li made a classic complaint.

"You can cook for yourself. Or find a wife who can cook," said Sister Zhang.

"...I'd better go eat Mr. Rice." said Lao Cao.

However, Yin Ze had eaten noodles with soybean paste late this morning and was not very hungry now. In addition, he had a project on hand, so he simply bought two chicken legs at Lawson and went back to work.

"Just eat this? Didn't you go with them?" The girl who called in the morning, her last name is Yu, and everyone generally calls her Teacher Xiaoyu.

"I'm not hungry." Yin Ze said, looking over there, "Did you do this?"

"Hmm." Xiaoyu opened the lunch box. After heating it in the microwave, the aroma of rice filled the air again.

"It's OK. Three dishes. The green pepper chicken has the right color and looks fresh." Yin Ze gave a thumbs up and praised. "I can't believe you have such good skills. When did you learn it?"

I really don't know.

They joined the company in the same year.

"Oh, I'll always do that, okay?" Xiaoyu picked up a slaughtered chicken wing with chopsticks, "Would you like to try it?"

"I will not eat."

"Oh, let's try it."

The colorful chicken wings were put into a plastic bag containing peppercorn chicken legs. Yin Ze picked one up and took a bite, enjoying it with relish.

"What?" Xiaoyu seemed very confident.

"It's really good, very tasty." Yin Ze finished the chicken wings quickly, still a little unsatisfied, "Can I have another one?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I wasn't hungry, but I didn't know that our teacher Xiaoyu's cooking was so good. My peppercorn chicken drumstick has no taste at all."

"Let's talk about it next time we have a chance," said Xiaoyu.

"Okay, okay." Yin Ze nodded and started working.

Today is a bit off.

However, after I picked up the pen and started working, my thoughts were surprisingly clear. I didn't even have to search for references and could just start making changes.

If I were to describe this feeling, it would probably be "enlightenment".

Yin Ze is immersed in this wonderful experience of painting effortlessly on the canvas. Every stroke is extremely concise and there is no hindrance in which direction he goes. His hands and mind are fast, and they are precise and advanced.

During the lunch break, Yin Ze revised all the projects awaiting review by all team members and sent them back.

Comrade Cao, who claims to know the new team leader inside and out, was surprised. Oh my god, could it be that what Teacher Li said was right? Before the promotion, he was dawdling on the daily line, just like a scabby boy, jumping when poked, and was well versed in Buddhism. But after the promotion, he stopped pretending, finished the revision early and chatted with the client. Buddhism has turned into capitalism.

At 6 pm, someone stretched, saved the picture, packed up and went home.

Yin Ze went to have a meal near the company and then came back to paint.

"I'm leaving first." Xiaoyu said hello before leaving get off work.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Yin Ze also waved his hand, immersed in painting.

It didn't stop until 8pm.

With such skill, we were able to complete 50% of a new requirement, which is unimaginable.

Am I a genius? Or just a late bloomer?

The company was empty and most of the lights were turned off to save energy. Under the warm yellow light, there were still two or three employees who had not left, their faces blocked behind their computers.

Yin Ze walked to the street. The heat from the day was blown away by the evening breeze. He walked outside in his short-sleeved shirt and shorts, but still felt a little cold.

Awnings for food stalls were erected on the street, emitting the aroma of grilled fish. Signs for various street food were powered on, extremely bright and eye-catching in the twilight. Aunties wearing aprons were outside the store, greeting everyone they met to attract customers. Two boxes of iced state guests were moved to the table, and soon there were bold and rough sounds of finger-guessing and laughter. In the night food stalls in the mountain city, the first thing people feel is the bustling sound, rather than the food and beer. If there is hot pot on the table, the heat will be even higher. The men were sweating profusely from eating, and some girls were more generous in their drinking games than the men, and there were always a few crisp sounds of beer bottles being accidentally knocked over by their feet in their voices.

The long alleys of the market are filled with fireworks, pushing away the world.

Yin Ze was used to it and was not greedy, but he also wanted to call a few friends to have some skewers.

When was the last time you had dinner with your college roommates?

I can't remember clearly.

Let’s call our friends to hang out in Nanping this weekend.

Yin Ze bought a bottle of mineral water and a pack of Yellow Crane Tower at a convenience store. He suddenly wanted to call home.

"Hello, what's going on?" came my dad's voice.

"Is there nothing to eat?" Yin Ze tore open the box at the door of the convenience store and took a bite.

"Yes, I ate it. I ate braised pork. This time I chose the leaner ones." Dad said. There was the sound of TV while he was talking. He must have been watching TV.

"Is mom not here?" Yin Ze asked.

"Your grandpa has gout, and he blames your grandma for not taking care of him. Your grandma said she was not feeling well, so your mom took them to the hospital for a checkup. She might not be back until after 11pm."

"Is it serious?"

"It's normal when you get older. It's nothing serious."

"Are you still coughing?" Yin Ze asked again.

"It's all right," said Dad.

"Smoke less often."

"It's much less. I just took two sips and it went out. And you have the nerve to say that to me. I just heard the sound of a lighter from your end."

"I just caught two bites and dumped them." Yin Ze felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"There's nothing to do at home, how are you doing at work?" said Dad.

"I just got promoted, that's great." Yin Ze said with a little joy.

"Then when you come back, ask your mom to buy a better duck and cook sour radish and duck soup. Drink it in this weather to clear away heat." Dad said with a laugh.

"Okay, what else do you have to do outside?" Yin Ze asked.

"No, everything is fine at home. You just need to take care of yourself outside." said Dad.

Yin Ze stood up and twisted his waist, then walked towards the subway station. However, he saw the construction information from a long distance away, so he had to take a longer detour to get to the station, so he decided to take the bus. He waited at the station for a long time, but there was no next bus, and if there was one, he would not take it.

Hey, you're still talking nonsense.

Yin Ze was so tired of standing that he just hailed a taxi while walking.

Here, you will definitely see a hot pot restaurant if you walk a few hundred meters. Neon signs flicker on both sides of the street, and through the windows and doors you can see diners toasting each other with their glasses. There is always a reason to have a drink, such as wishing a happy holiday, a happy weekend, and even a happy Qingming Festival. If it is not a holiday or a weekend, then wish for good health.

The bustling sounds were locked inside the grand and majestic store; through the awning of the food stall, one could vaguely see the outlines and silhouettes of another group of laughing diners.

Yin Ze walked along the way, getting farther and farther away, until the smoke from the fireworks was covered by fog.

The mountain city is also known as the foggy city. When the fog is heavy, the mountains in the city disappear and the river bank is indistinguishable.

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but there is a loud noise.

The buildings flashing with highly saturated electronic lights are hidden in the twilight fog. Skyscrapers have taken root in the mountains along the Jialing River and the Yangtze River, like silent giants breathing. Every light is like the texture of the city. The overpasses between the cross-river bridges and buildings are like the hand lines of giants.

Yin Ze was a little puzzled. It had been a long time since he had seen such fog, just like it had been many years since he had seen snow.

There is an artificial lake in the park. There are old people taking a walk in the square and by the lake, as well as young people jogging at night. There are children playing badminton in the square. Their skills need to be honed, and they have to bend down to pick up the ball after a few rounds.

Yin Ze was tired from walking, so he sat on a bench by the lake. In the center of the lake, there were swan-shaped boats swaying back and forth, and you could row them for a long time for just a few dozen yuan.

The evening breeze blew across my face, bringing with it the refreshing fragrance of grass leaves.

Yin Ze rubbed his eyes. He felt a little sleepy. Perhaps he was too tired and not in a good mood.

"Can I sit next to you for a while?" A voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Yin Ze looked up and saw a handsome young man with an embarrassed and shy smile on his face. He must be an introverted and shy guy, which could be known at a glance.

"Whatever you want." Yin Ze said. The bench is very wide.

"Thank you." The fair-skinned young man sat down without hesitation. And there was no sense of distance.

Two people who met by chance sat very close to each other, just like two old acquaintances who met again after a long separation.

The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the gentle breeze, and the surroundings are as quiet as a deep dream.

The old man who was taking a walk walked away.

The child playing badminton went to pick up the ball with his short legs again. This time it took him longer and he didn't know where the ball went.

"Thank you," the man repeated.

"You're quite polite. You have to say it twice." Yin Ze couldn't help laughing.

"A hundred times, even a thousand times are not enough." The young man said with a smile.

"Are you from out of town? Are you here to study at university?" Yin Ze asked. Unlike him, the other person still had some student spirit.

"No, I came to meet a friend."

"Did you see it?"

"Yeah. I also brought a bottle of wine." The young man showed the glass bottle in his hand.

——Jiangjin Laobai Gan. Yin Ze glanced at the brand and this time he really couldn't help himself.

"I actually can't drink, let alone strong alcohol." The young man scratched his head.

"You can mix it with Sprite or Red Bull." Yin Ze said casually.

"You know more." The young man unscrewed the lid, fished out two small glasses from his pocket, poured the wine, took a sip, and seemed to have a sour taste in his throat. His expression twisted unconsciously. He coughed twice and said quickly, "It's too strong, too strong."

“Haha, it becomes more palatable after you drink more. But then again, I don’t recommend drinking alcohol,” Yin Ze said.