People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Don't change the subject!"

Miss Ito reached out and pushed the shoulder of the young man who wanted to pass by her.

Keep facing each other and put your hands on your hips.

"What's with all those big bags of cat food and treats in my closet?"

"This, my buddy sneaked into your house two nights ago and put it in there."

"how could it be possible!"

Ito Nishika did not accept his friend's explanation that he was a pervert at all.

Pull the clothes on the shoulders.

"No wonder Kurosawa looks so guilty every time he sees me these days."

"You discovered this."

In fact, Ms. Ito's unemployment has always been a concern.

But the girl was always independent and used to refusing help. In desperation, she could only try other means.

After discussing with the wild dog next door, Lin Sen finally found a way.

For example, reducing the cost for a mother cat to raise a family.

I bought some cat supplies and asked the painter next door to secretly bring them into the girl's house when Miss Ito came to help with the drawing.

To prevent rejection, I also thought of reasons to stand my ground if I was discovered.

"Ito is now a member of the small group, and Milk Tea is the happy pill for all members. In this case, the cost of raising a cat will naturally be shared by the team."

There's nothing to refute.

The episode ended with the short-haired girl sighing, leaving only the words "Everyone, it's really." as the conclusion.

Then, with a slightly stunned expression, a sun hat was put on him, and he was foolishly pulled by the people around him to restart his budget travel trip in Tokyo.

"This time, I came with a mission."

A few hours later, Lin Sen stepped onto the stairs at the entrance of the cultural center. He lowered his head to take notes while casually giving instructions. "There are only three locations confirmed for the street concert. There are still sixteen places left, and we have to find them one by one."

Although the concert was a simple, inexpensive charity concert, it was also about raising awareness for Qingshan Girl and earning her the right to pursue her dreams. Therefore, the timing and location were crucial.

It is definitely best to choose a weekend when there is a large flow of people, a complex structure and a lot of free time.

The location also needs to be carefully researched. First of all, a transportation hub is likely to attract unnecessary trouble and will not attract much curiosity.

The best location is a place with a lot of people and a lot of fermentation, such as a restaurant area or even a street in front of a cinema.

But to find out which place is really suitable, you still have to check it out in person.

This is probably the reason to go out and have fun and slack off in a legitimate way.

But, at least, it's still a bit unauthentic.

Ito Nishigo glanced at the young man who was leaning on the railing in a daze.

The image of a poor stray dog ​​hiding in the house, writing and painting alone vaguely appeared in front of me.

I couldn't help but curl up the corners of my mouth, but I also lay down on the railing.

A brief moment of leisure.

Then I was startled by the hand that had been gently tapping my shoulder.

Turn around.

I couldn't help but keep my eyes open for the person in front of me.

A familiar image. Lipstick, earrings, shirt, a wide smile, and a camera in hand.

"It's you."

"it's me!"

Perhaps it was just a matter of courtesy. When they met again, the photographer, who had twice been asked to take photos of the two, took the initiative to introduce himself.

The surname is Xiangtian.

Freelance photographer, my profession is my hobby.

The reason for coming forward to disturb me this time was very simple.

"You two have already helped me win two charity awards. Meeting again is truly fate. Tokyo is so small. Want to have lunch together? It's my treat."

A free meal. Ms. Ito certainly had some hesitations, but the people around her did not show any sign of rejection.

So the girl looked over and understood immediately, then agreed with a helpless expression.

During the simple and hidden interaction, I saw a strange smile on the face of Ms. Aida who was traveling with me in my peripheral vision.

Halfway through the journey, someone came up to me and whispered something in a low voice.

"What about now? You two, are you still friends?"

"Ah? Um..."

As he pondered and answered awkwardly, the smile of the woman beside him grew wider and longer.

Ito Nishika was not a very dull person, and he probably knew what the other person was thinking.

Some of it was misunderstood. And rightly so. Anyone who witnesses the same opposite-sex couple traveling together three times is bound to have their suspicions.

What's more, this lady tended to misunderstand after just the first meeting.

But Ito Xiguo had no intention of explaining.

Firstly, there was no need to explain. He was just a stranger she had met a few times, and had no bearing on her life. She had always hated unnecessary things.

The second thing is——

There is a figure looking quietly to the other side, with a casual expression and a simple posture on his face.

If it's about him, maybe, he wouldn't resist this misunderstanding?

The girl got used to being alone from a very young age. On summer nights when she was little, she would hide on the grassy slopes, watching her peers play and fight, then lie down and gaze at the stars, spending those childhood hours in a daze, alone.

Suspected of being drunk, the order was abandoned for a long time

Of course, loneliness also brings about some changes. The usually quiet girl would always express herself very strongly when she was in a state of intense emotion, perhaps because she subconsciously did not understand how to restrain herself in front of people and society, and learned to put on a mask of pretending to be rational.

He always acts like a child, crying and laughing, which scares the few family members he has.

Apart from that, there is probably just an emotional void.

In fact, the girl had the opportunity to read public books and magazines that were circulated among female classmates, and had some understanding of the so-called ignorant heartbeat and love.

There is even a classic example around us, witnessing the process of Brother Tong and his childhood sweetheart gradually going from acquaintance to love.

But she never seemed to have the feeling of falling in love.

She was always alone, with no friends her own age, and only a warm but small family.

She always remained hidden from the public, wandering through the first half of her life without a sense of existence.

She is like the plain background next to the beautiful and dreamy main subject in an oil painting that few people pay attention to.

It should have continued like this, but someone came like a brush dipped in brightly colored paint.

She began to have friends, a small circle of people who would call her Ito, and a simple goal that might stir up her stagnant life.

Everything comes from the man who is by my side now.

So, does this lead to love?

The girl asked herself this question late at night, but she was not sure.

She had never experienced the kind of passionate feeling of accelerated heartbeat and rushing blood described in other stories about love and romance.

However, when I am with him, I feel calm and peaceful, and I find interacting with him fun and relaxing - even though I sometimes feel childish.

More importantly, when you imagine losing this companion in real life, you will feel a heart-wrenching discomfort.

[Is this the feeling of love?]

She is not sure, but people around her have a certain conclusion.

[This is the bond between close friends.]

I may have some misunderstandings about his expression, but I can still remember his firm attitude.

What is very clear in my memory is the forced seriousness and solemnity, which is very similar to the leading boy I saw in my childhood who pretended to know everything in the admiring eyes of others.

For some reason, whenever I think back to that scene, the corners of my mouth can't help but curl up.

So the girl lowered her head and maintained an ambiguous attitude to avoid the question under the photographer's curious gaze.

There was a blush on her cheeks from the gradually warming weather.

"Um..."

Whether they were close friends or something else, it didn't matter. All in all, Ito Nishika quite liked this kind of relationship.

Chapter 39: Not Yet Lovers

Photographer Aida took out a stack of photos from his bag.

“These are some of my proudest pictures.”

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There was pride in the woman's voice.

She supported her chin and smiled, watching the two of them share the masterpiece she handed over.

Aida seems to be the kind of photographer who is good at photographing people, specializing in the "street shooting" style, and is very good at capturing expressions that look quite natural and relaxed.

It's not an easy thing to do.

In today's era, there is no computer PS technology, and it is quite difficult to tamper with film. In addition, most cameras are not very advanced, so many photos are completely developed from film.

Clear single or double photos are basically posed shots that deliberately create casual movements and atmosphere.

"I personally like to find amateur models, so that the photos can retain the free-spirited style to the greatest extent possible."

Aida's introduction made Ms. Ito look slightly surprised, and then she looked at the young man beside her.

"I have a question. There seem to be too few color photos? A lot of them are black and white."

Lin Sen picked out the first photo of the two of them from the pile of photos, and looked at his smiling self in the camera with some embarrassment.

What a fool. You should laugh less in the future.

But her temperament is in sync with the silly girl next door, which is not a bad thing for the photography.

"Is such that."

Aida, sitting across from me, seemed to enjoy this question and began to explain attentively, "Although color development technology has gradually matured in recent years, I'm still not very satisfied with the color results of the photos I develop. I personally prefer black and white. It's probably just my habit."

"so."

"Also, a friend of mine at Fujifilm told me that there's a groundbreaking device being developed in the industry. If it's truly completed, traditional film might even become obsolete in the future. I plan to wait until that device is available before switching to color photography."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Hmph." Aida, keen on popular science, raised a finger. "It's an industry secret. I'll have to keep the rest of the story a secret."

Although she chose to remain silent on the key point, Lin Sen from later generations certainly knew what she was referring to.

It is probably a high-pixel digital camera with a separate memory card.

So he couldn't pretend to be curious at all and could only focus his attention on the side.

The short-haired girl was lying lazily, with a photo of her second meeting with Aida in front of her.

Lin Sen went over to take a look and was quite satisfied this time.

After all, it’s better not to show your face the second time.

Then, I heard a question next to me: "Speaking of which, what exactly was written in that notebook you two held up during our second meeting? So, is this lady's name Qingshan?"

"Ah, no."