Tokyo Sound

At this point, 1000 meters out of the 500-meter distance have been traveled.

"Brother, are you a full-time painter?" Yin Ze suddenly asked.

"No, why do you feel that way?" the uncle asked.

"Just look at all the stuff you bought."

Yin Ze turned around and glanced at the good stuff worth hundreds of thousands of yen.

"A full set of brushes, turpentine, standard canvas, varnish, and Old Holland paint. Old Holland is the most expensive. It has a long history, is handmade, and uses a traditional formula. The oil paintings made with it in the 2000th century still have clear colors, and its durability is evident. A small bottle costs nearly yen, so non-professionals don't need to use this stuff."

"To be honest, I work in the design industry." The uncle smiled, "Do you know art?"

"I know a little bit." Yin Ze said modestly.

"The young man has a wide range of interests and is well-spoken. He must be well-educated, right?" The passerby looked at the young man with admiration.

"Thanks to the support of many teachers, I am currently studying at the University of Tokyo."

"Oh? We are alumni?" The uncle raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Brother is your senior?" Yin Ze was also stunned.

"I'm from the Law Department."

"I'm from the literature club."

"Nice to meet you."

“No wonder he speaks so clearly and has such great verbal expression,” said the uncle.

"Why is a law student doing design?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"It's fate." The uncle paused, "Young man, what career do you want to have in the future?"

“Actually, I’m currently working as a voice actor.”

"Why did a literature student become a voice actor?" the uncle was puzzled.

"It's fate..."

"Well, this is not bad. It is more difficult for social sciences to produce results that are recognized by the public than natural sciences. It is very difficult to further study literature. If you don't have a suitable mentor, you might as well be pragmatic and make a simple life plan first." The uncle thought for a while.

"I think so too. I've seen some professors at the University of Tokyo, and many of them have yet to successfully obtain a doctorate degree. It's just too difficult. A doctorate in literature has been promoted to the category of metaphysics. Although Professor Onishi Kawase has high hopes for me, I always feel that I am willing but unable to do it." Yin Ze wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ohnishi Kawase...?" The uncle thought the name sounded familiar and lost himself in memories. Gradually, a tall and lonely figure appeared in his mind.

"Wait, the teacher you are talking about, is it Dean Daxi?" the uncle exclaimed.

"Yes, brother, you also know the leader of our department?" Yin Ze asked curiously.

"Of course, because he also gave me some advice." The passerby uncle had a solemn expression. "I was financially strapped at the beginning, and I was also concerned about my reputation. I always missed meal times and went to eat cheap leftovers by myself. Mr. Onishi often went to the cafeteria, and when he saw that I was often alone, he came to ask if I had any troubles. Later, he specially introduced a good part-time job for me and took the initiative to help me apply for a scholarship... He is really a very gentle educator."

Yin Ze had a complicated expression. Why did he feel that this leader went to the cafeteria every day to catch students who were alone?

"You are actually the 'student' of Dean Daxi? Who is he to you?" the uncle asked in a deep voice.

"...He simply wants to be my supervisor and wants me to stay in school to get a master's degree and a doctorate." Yin Ze was a little embarrassed, but still told the truth.

It is hard to imagine that the respected old gentleman, who has achieved amazing academic results and trained countless literary masters, would attach so much importance to a young man.

The passerby uncle was in a state of turmoil.

The main reason was that he didn't believe it. On the way home, he just happened to meet an enthusiastic young man, and as a result, he got to appreciate the upper limit of excellence of contemporary youth.

Before this, the best junior he met was Chang Jingjun, who had just joined the company. That young colleague had studied abroad since he was young, had rich internship experience and a good resume. He was a rare talent, so he wanted to recruit him.

What is the most lacking thing in the 21st century?

What a talent!

Who would have thought that on the way to work, I would meet a handsome guy who is as good as Chang Jingjun!

The uncle's heart was burning with excitement.

It's like Mitsuhide Akechi walked into Honnoji Temple with matches in his pocket, only to find a military flamethrower in the middle of the hall - very comfortable.

At this point, the one thousand meters was almost over.

"Little brother, we hit it off right away. It's fate. Thank you for helping me transport the goods today. Come to my house later, have some tea and take a rest." The uncle smiled friendlyly.

"No, no, it's just a matter of lending a hand." Yin Ze said politely.

The two of them chatted about this and that and gradually moved towards the end.

"Tauren Chieftain: I'm nearby."

"Mature and stable man: I'm at the door."

"Senior, I'm here. How far are you?" Yin Ze asked, turning around.

"I'm here too." The uncle said kindly, unaware of his presence.

Two people looked in the same direction at the same time.

A girl in casual home-style pajamas stood outside the door.

The two people spoke in unison again.

"She actually came out to pick me up in person~" The uncle was very touched.

"She actually came out to pick me up in person?!" Yin Ze was shocked.

Ok?

The old man and the young man looked at each other in confusion.

"Why are you two together?"

The girl outside the door never expected that such a dream combination would appear at her doorstep. She was stunned for a long while and then frowned.

"Dad, if I remember correctly, it's working hours now, right?"

Dad?

Yin Ze looked at the elegant uncle, his mind racing with thoughts, and finally he woke up as if from a dream and suddenly realized.

"And you, why didn't you reply to my message last night?" The girl turned to the boy.

Last night's news?

The elegant uncle looked at the passionate young man, his heart was filled with waves of emotion. At this moment, lightning flashed through his mind.

Countless small details of life began to play vividly in my mind.

The temple in my heart began to burn, sparks and ashes were flying everywhere, and the demon king of the sixth heaven was drinking strong wine and singing loudly. My thoughts were scattered again, connecting the universe. Wandering in the factory called advanced logic, the pillar of the family gradually understood all this.

The uncle's expression was first puzzled, then thoughtful, then sharp, and finally cold.

"I never thought you were Sakura's father. It's just like you said, fate." Yin Ze, who hadn't noticed the change at all, was also surprised. He smiled and shook his head and went back to unload the goods. "That thing has been delivered, so I'll leave first."

"slow."

The passerby narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand lightly, and pressed it on the boy's shoulder.

The aura around him had suddenly changed.

"Ha, little brother, didn't I just tell you? Come in and have a cup of tea. It's not too late to leave later."

The passerby uncle laughed.

Yin Ze remained silent.

Maybe it's an illusion. It's the same thing, but it gives people completely different perceptions.

Before, I was so warm-hearted to express my gratitude... but now, for some unknown reason, I feel like I'm luring you into a trap.

Chapter 77 This one can go

Sakura Eiji quickly changed his clothes in the bedroom.

The Italian handmade custom suit that showed the style of a modern successful man was taken off and replaced with the same animal-themed pure cotton comfortable home pajamas as his daughter.

He is a panda and his daughter is a bunny.

The reason for this is simple.

——You can express your position in this environment more clearly.

First, he kicked off his panda-head slippers and casually teased the incompetent cockatiel named Beethoven, which still couldn't hum "The Bells". Then he leisurely went to the kitchen to get a glass and played a piece of Bach on the retro record player. Finally, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, shaking his red wine glass, and acted like a pillar of the family.

Anyway, every move revealed the middle-aged man's status and identity in this mansion.

In comparison, the sloppy young man with shifty eyes, who was wearing casual clothes, even wearing blue environmentally friendly shoe covers, and looking around a little restrained, was naturally an obvious "outsider".

"Little brother, please sit down." Sakura Eiji pretended to be enthusiastic, "Come on, you have worked hard, drink some water."

When facing a friend's elder, you can't be as casual as you would be with an uncle you met on the street. Yin Ze quickly responded, sat down politely, reached out to grab the water cup, and symbolically took a sip of the Tokyo tap water that the uncle had just connected to the kitchen sink.

He looked around the room again and thought for a moment.

"It's a really tasteful and stylish decoration. The area is used reasonably, the windows let in a lot of sunlight, the floor is decorated with polished granite and marble, the lighting is sufficient, and the light refraction and contrast are done very well. It really understands the essence of the design art of the light school."

Yin Ze clapped his hands and smiled.

"But it is not too luxurious. The decoration and furniture are natural. The sofa and coffee table are fresh and elegant, and the carpet in the middle is very simple. When the sun disappears at night, the warm lights are turned on, accompanied by the twinkling stars outside, it is another kind of warmth."

"Hmm." Sakura Eiji did not comment, "It's all based on my aesthetics and taste."

"That's really amazing. Your rigor and professionalism are quite similar to that of Rhode Island College in the United States." Yin Ze gave a thumbs up in admiration. "It's hard to imagine that you were not a pure arts student, but a law student!"

"It's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Sakura Eiji was very calm in the face of compliments.

"Oh? This aroma, should it be the red wine from Lozano [Note: a Spanish wine brand]?" Yin Ze looked at the red wine in the middle-aged man's hand and expressed his appreciation again.

"Little brother, you know so much. We've only been together for less than half an hour, but you've already mentioned everything from social humanities to business matters, art decoration, cars and wine." Sakura Eiji snorted, "You're really young and promising. It's really awesome."

"I just happened to read a few more books. How dare I show off my knowledge in front of an accomplished elder like you?" Yin Ze behaved very humbly.

"What are your hobbies and interests?" the family pillar asked slowly.

"Nothing special, just surfing the Internet, playing games, and watching variety shows." The boy answered truthfully.

"Oh, that's impossible, right?" Sakura Eiji's lips, which had been stained with red wine, looked like blood. He said kindly, "The young man is not only well-read and eloquent, but also so handsome... He should have a rich personal life. I was also this age before, and I've experienced things like going to bars in Shibuya and going to Shinjuku. We're both men, so we have something in common. Just speak up. Young people are eloquent and good-looking. How can they only play games?"

"I do play games when I'm resting," Yin Ze repeated.

"Oh, look, you still treat your uncle as an outsider." Sakura Eiji said dissatisfiedly.

"Really? I'm not lying to you. Sakura can prove it. I often go to the arcade with her."

"What?!" The family pillar immediately exclaimed, "Ayane, is this true?"

"Ah?" The girl who was busy unpacking equipment with a utility knife on the coffee table turned her head and replied casually, "Oh, yes."

"Is that 'often' true too?!"

"Maybe I'll go there once every one or two weeks." The girl said nonchalantly.

"How can you do this?" The old father said to the boy in a deep voice, "Entertainment places like that are the favorite places for the bad guys who don't study hard and are arrogant in colleges and universities. Some idle vagrants also like to waste their lives playing pachinko and slot machines. You are a student in a high school, but you actually take underage girls to places filled with secondhand smoke every week! I must report this to Principal Onishi! To rectify the atmosphere of my alma mater!"

"...Senior." The boy hesitated to speak.

"Stop talking nonsense. Who is your senior? There are at least twenty years between us. It doesn't count!" said the passerby who had selectively forgotten.

"Uh, Big Brother?"

"What a social name! I knew you were such a hypocritical person!"

"No, the ones we went to were all-age arcades, the kind where you turn left and next to the escalator there's a slide for toddlers, a trampoline for children, and an Anpanman rocking car. It's very complete," Yin Ze explained.

"Oh, that's ridiculous, it's a lie. Who would take a beautiful girl to that kind of place every other day?" Sakura Eiji shook his head and snorted.

"Then...how about I take her to KTV next time?" Yin Ze scratched his head.

"Oh! You're finally exposed! You finally told the truth!" The old father said excitedly as if the serious crime team had solved a case, "You just want to move step by step like this, deceiving young girls who are not familiar with the world, playing in KTV first, then going to nightclubs, and then going back to the rental house to rest. Step by step, let them fall into the spider web of lies! Right!"

"..."

The boy was hurt.

What on earth is this man thinking?

It's unbelievable and shocking. With the rare talent and personal charm I have shown so far, he actually classified me as a member of the unscrupulous group!

"I don't know where the misunderstanding came from, but I am definitely a good person with moral integrity and law-abiding. I don't want to be misunderstood by Mr. Sakura for no reason. Have you forgotten that we had a very pleasant conversation before and we hit it off?" Yin Ze said seriously.