Tokyo Sound

Although it was a bit fantastical, he felt like he had stepped into some "realm", and the man couldn't help but slow down his breathing.

Even the clumsy and lively Sakura became quiet and obedient.

...The reason was probably because she saw those burly guards whose chest muscles seemed to pop out of their uniforms.

The 1-meter-tall strong men all had the heroic spirit of the protagonists in Hollywood action movies. Wearing wireless headphones, their eyes were as sharp as falcons, and they all carried standard short sticks, exuding the aura of a strong man who could beat down any bad guy with ulterior motives.

To be honest, if they weren't wearing the museum's logo on their clothes and wearing pink bunny hats, they would look like they were ready to go at any time for a fast and furious experience.

"Hello, do you have tickets?"

A muscular man came over and asked politely. The two braids of the bunny hat that adjusted the tightness of the hair hung down from his forehead, drooping over his extremely strong pectoral muscles, making him look less fierce and more gentle.

Sakura Ayane handed over two beautiful tickets.

The macho gentleman, of course for convenience, knelt on one knee to take it and looked down at the information on the ticket.

"Okay, please feel free to look around. You can take photos and video today, but please don't touch the exhibits." The muscular man smiled brightly and stepped aside with his tall body.

The two of them passed through smoothly, joined the circular corridor, disappeared into the shadows, turned into a small sailboat, and headed towards the eye-catching lighthouse together.

"What does this painting mean?"

Sakura looked up, somewhat puzzled by what was before her.

Although she was simple, she was not stupid. The humiliating experience just now had made her realize that there was a despicable person pretending to be a pig. But fortunately, she was magnanimous and would not be petty.

He just nudged the boy with his shoulder, signaling the tool man to get started quickly.

"Woven oil painting. A style that imitates the expressiveness of weaving, characterized by the fact that the composition of the main body and the auxiliary parts are almost all made to have a woven texture. At a glance, it looks like it is filled with cotton threads. It is more like imitating a woman knitting a scarf or sweater than painting."

Yin Ze said slowly.

"He drew each cotton thread by hand while simulating 'weaving', and finally used a pen on paper to 'type' a complete work in every detail."

"Is it awesome?"

"...rarely seen in the world." Yin Ze let out a long breath, and he gradually began to understand where the tension and coldness came from.

Just this first exhibit at the beginning completely announced that this creator is not an ordinary creature living with mortals. The painting is sealed with winter wind, and the wind hides ice fragments as sharp as needles and arrows. There is no thought, no theme, no unique style. There is only pure extreme, like the heavy and suffocating "technology" at the foot of Lianmai Mountain. No matter how refined the craftsmanship or how imaginative others are, they have to bow down in front of him.

The man couldn't help but turn his head and look at the exhibits under the lights a little further away.

At this moment, in Sakura's eyes, those were paintings, but in his eyes, they were clearly swords and spears with unmatched sharpness and cold light. They were moving and extremely dangerous.

Looking at them one by one, the styles are as varied and bizarre as a kaleidoscope, from Greek classical to oriental blank, from hyperrealism to Barbizon impressionism, from thick application to graphic, from rock color to ukiyo-e. The number of exhibits is small, but it is all-encompassing.

Each of them has the same signature on the corner. No wonder there is no discussion on this floor. Besides admiration, there is also a sense of terror towards the creator's inhuman talent.

Yin Ze rubbed his hands and exhaled, trying to dispel the insubstantial chill. They were clearly sitting in an elevator, not a ladder to heaven. Because this was the only way to step from the simple world of young students to the residence of the true God above the clouds.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace and wander around. He paced for a long time and finally stopped at a certain place.

It is a psychedelic sky and clouds, an interpretation of loneliness from another dimension.

'I must paint a cypress tree under a starry night. I already have it in my mind. A starry night, Christ is blue, the angels are a mixed lemon yellow.' - Van Gogh

"Starry Night." Yin Ze looked at the colorful picture in front of him and murmured its famous name.

Of course, this is not the original work of the master of broken ears, but a replica.

But it still moved his heart and soul, like a whirlpool that wanted to pull his sight deeply in. He stared for a while, then gently closed his eyes. In addition to the residual image in his memory, he could vaguely hear the sound of paint splashing when he was writing. What hit him was no longer coldness, but excitement. In all directions, there were huge crowds of people cheering and dazzling flashes of light. The heat waves in people's hearts never stopped hitting.

"...How many beatings did he have to take to become such a star?" Yin Ze looked up at the dreamy sky in the painting in front of him and couldn't help but say softly.

He didn't even dare to say the second half of the sentence, 'When can I become a star?'

Dreams are really magical things. When I was a child, I not only treasured them, but also told others about them. But when I grew up, I carefully hid them away. Sometimes I even thought they were unrealistic and a joke, and I didn’t care even if I threw them away accidentally.

But it has never been lost, it is just covered with dust in a corner, buried deep in the dark.

Just waiting for a moment of light to break through the numbness of mediocrity and see the light of day again.

It is immortal in that way.

Even events like world travel, soul replacement, and the Ship of Theseus that distorted known truths still failed to destroy it.

Sometimes Yin Ze couldn't help but wonder what it would be like when his relatives and friends learned of his departure.

What's even worse is that he clearly remembered that before his memory was interrupted, he was in the toilet with a stomachache due to a hangover.

So he would be found by his colleagues due to absenteeism, put on pants from the toilet, and then carried into the ambulance, and then covered with a white cloth by the doctor. He would become the absolute protagonist of the funeral hall, and his family members would receive the mourners with red eyes, and his brothers would play Landlord while keeping vigil late at night, sighing that it was a pity for someone. The account book was opened, and it clearly recorded which family had donated how much money, so that it could be repaid later. Until three days later, he was sent to the nearest fire site, cremated at a temperature of thousands of degrees, and finally put into a small wooden box, and buried after finding a suitable grave.

This trip will take less than a month.

Yin Ze really wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

In the end, all that is left is just the name and the shallow and short memories of life that are not worth mentioning.

……

The girl was watching the boy from far behind.

She was originally still feeling angry about being ignored and abandoned by the boy who had transformed into a fanatical fan, but when she saw his back, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​getting entangled and angry.

A thin layer of light only shines on the shoulders, and the shadow is vague.

That look seems so distant, as if it doesn't belong to this world, and it carries a hint of sadness.

"You didn't dream of becoming a painter before, did you?" Sakura Ayane tiptoed up to him and whispered.

"Barely so."

"Actually, I've thought about it before." The girl thought for a moment and emphasized.

"Huh? Then why did you give up?" Yin Ze asked

"I can't help it. There are countless talents in this industry that are beyond my imagination, so I'm scared."

"Indeed, it's just like this." Yin Ze smiled and pointed at the painting in front of them and joked, "Look, this kind of person really looks like a ghost. I really don't know how he was born."

"What about you? Have you given up too?" Sakura Ayane asked again.

“It’s complicated, but maybe it doesn’t matter whether you give up or not, it’s just a matter of choosing to compromise with life.”

Yin Ze said slowly.

“After we have seen real skyscrapers or even the Tower of Babel that only exists in fantasy fables, do we really have the confidence that we, who are only equipped with building blocks, can reach the end? I have really thought about it... but I always failed.”

"Didn't every dream of building a tall building begin when we were playing with building blocks as children?" Sakura Ayane interrupted him, "So there's no need to doubt yourself or feel guilty. You've done very well."

"Hey, we've only known each other for less than a year, but you seem to know me very well?"

Yin Ze raised an eyebrow.

"Come to think of it, today is the same. Of course, I'm just guessing. You're not worried that I'll be in a bad mood because of the flames, so you pretend to be bored, but in fact you did some research and invited me to the exhibition to relax, right?"

"Huh?!" Sakura snorted exaggeratedly, "You're daydreaming, delusional, you have too much self-awareness, don't you?"

"You did a good deed, why are you so embarrassed to admit it?" Yin Ze insisted.

"You're just a pendant I found out of boredom!"

"What! I'm actually a use-and-disposable equipment magic card... woo." The boy lowered his head and pretended to cry.

"Oh, that's enough! I'm just worried about you! That's enough!" The girl stomped her feet hard, her face slightly red, and she gritted her teeth.

"That's right." Yin Ze nodded with satisfaction.

"Tsk." Sakura, who was a little embarrassed, was a little annoyed. She said unhappily, "Then why are you a voice actor again? Shouldn't you try to get a job as an animation artist?"

"It all started with a hangover... You never know what's going on."

After Yin Ze finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at the girl, as if he wanted to find out the truth.

"What, what are you doing?" The girl felt a little frightened by his staring from head to toe.

"To be honest, the people I have met so far are all gentle and kind, even though this is such a strange world. This is probably the 'blessing' in the cycle of fortune and misfortune.

Yin Ze sighed and smiled.

"I'm really lucky, so thank you, lovely and charming Miss Sakura Ayane."

"...Who cares." The girl muttered softly, turning her head away and trying not to look at the boy, drawing circles on the ground with her toes.

"Yes, just a few words, how can they compare to your sincere heart, so I decided to tell you a secret, a secret that no one in this world knows except me." The boy whispered mysteriously.

"Ok?"

"Lend me your phone first."

Sakura Ayane handed over her phone without knowing why, and told her the password out of trust.

Of course, I don’t know whether she will change when she returns.

The boy just lowered his head and fiddled with it for a few times, then returned it.

The screen turned out to be a page for pushing numbers.

The homepage is dull and boring, with not much content. The avatar is a Labrador wearing glasses and sticking out its tongue. There is no personal profile, no detailed information, no reposts, and the only two updates are from seven days ago and twenty-three days ago, when two landscape illustrations were uploaded.

Sakura Ayane looked left and right, then raised her head in confusion.

"I made this in private during my spare time. I originally just wanted it to be a tree hole, a thought. But I'm sharing it with you now."

The boy smiled at her confusion, leaned closer, and pointed his finger at the user name on the screen.

That nickname is——"Yin Ze".

"This is me."

He murmured, then raised his head again, and the two of them met eyes at a distance far less than the normal social distance.

The distance was so close that one could see one's own reflection in the other's pupils, and the pleasant shampoo scent made one's nose a little itchy.

"What kind of secret is this?" Sakura Ayane resisted and stubbornly did not retreat, but just spoke softly.

"Ah? Are you not satisfied? Then unfollow me first. I'll think of a more exciting one later." Yin Ze pretended to snatch the phone away.

“Don’t snatch it, it’s my property!” The girl held it tightly to her chest and refused to let go.

"Look, I've given you all my secrets. As the saying goes, courtesy comes often. Now it's your turn. Don't you want to show your appreciation?" Yin Ze licked his lips and said greedily and stingily.

"I'm honest and not weird like you." Sakura Ayane straightened her messy hair.

"Then you can use something mundane instead. It's lunch time in just an hour... To be honest, I still have some reservations about the cake."

"No way? You want to take advantage of an underage high school student?" Sakura rolled her eyes at him coldly.

"It's a treat." Yin Ze corrected righteously.

"Shouldn't boys be the first to take the initiative in this kind of situation?"

"We have a brotherhood like that between Mark Lee and Hao [Note: referring to Mark Lee and Song Zihao in the movie A Better Tomorrow], so why would we care about these empty formalities?"

"When I think about it, I've only drunk a bottle of your coffee when we first met."

"That's great. There are so many people who haven't been served coffee by me." Yin Ze said gracefully.

"Oh? Who did you invite?"

"Matsuoka, Shimazaki Nobunaga, Yoko senior, the agent brother, oh, yes, and Hidaka senior." Yin Ze thought for a while.

"In other words, they just had some coffee and haven't been treated to a full meal, right?" Sakura Ayane thought.

"There is no opportunity. I'm so busy at work." The shameless miser was skillfully making excuses.

"You have it now."

"?"

"I don't care whether it's ramen, rice bowl, or a cheap bento that can be heated up in ten minutes at the convenience store. Anyway, I must enjoy this for the first time." Sakura-san's eyes were sharp.

What kind of operation is this???

Yin Ze was confused as he looked at the girl who began to fight against the girl who exploited him.

Chapter 66 The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe

In the single apartment, the man sat on a chair with his legs crossed, a seven-star cigarette in his mouth with a crooked look, his face was ferocious, and the mouse was clicking with sounds, while his left hand was dancing in a graceful trajectory on the keyboard, just like Chopin playing a narrative poem lightly and gracefully.

"Dung Sea Maggot: This time we just rush B [Note: refers to the brainless pig charge]"

"He's handsome, and his gun is strong and his weapon is reckless: Which of your weapons is not Rush B? I can't pull it, can you be a little strategic? The opponent can squat and kill accurately."

"Dung Sea Maggot: I was accidentally dodged before, this time there will be no problem."