People in Tokyo, the world is clear

I just remembered that I forgot to introduce myself.

They shook hands with each other, checked their names, and slowly told each other the story of the Summer Solstice Girl.

Hearing this, the photographer's eyes gradually widened.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "What a great and inspiring story. So, are you two volunteering to promote this friend now?"

"Ah."

"That's it..."

Aida tucked his chin in, looking thoughtful.

Lin Sen probably knew what this person was thinking.

In fact, photographers are the group that loves stories the most.

Especially the group of people photographed.

For them, every work they are proud of should contain a story.

In later times, many photographers would even wait all day at a particular location to create a sense of story in their photos. Of course, some photographers prefer to use force to overcome the limitations of art, and would deliberately ask models to pose for photos specifically for their imagined stories.

In other words, portrait photography can often be classified as story creation.

In today's era, although this trend is not obvious, it is also the pursuit of some photographers in the industry.

Coincidentally, Aida was one of them.

But what Lin Sen didn't expect was that the last question the woman who showed an interested expression asked was not about Qingshan girl's contact information, but was focused back on him.

"In fact, I have another unwelcome request for you two..."

"what?"

In fact, Lin Sen had planned to accept the invitation long ago.

In this era, getting a photo is also a good way to get exposure.

The original plan was to bring the photographer into the conversation through chatting and take the initiative to propose taking a few photos of Miss Qingshan.

If you then invite her to a concert, there will definitely be classic photos taken at the concert.

Put it in the newspaper again and use it as free advertising to gain attention...

Photographer Aida won the award, and Blue Coconut got the opportunity to be noticed by the media as he wished, a win-win situation for both parties.

If this were possible, it would be like the American flag hung upside down - absolutely beautiful.

But, unexpectedly.

The person on the other side didn't seem to buy it. Instead, he looked at Lin Sen and the girl beside him with a meaningful look.

This is very embarrassing.

It is difficult to refuse someone's invitation to a meal, so you can only find a way to accept their extra requests.

So Ms. Ito took out the Blue Coconut posters and cards from her backpack and tried hard to follow the instructions to learn how to put on a cute smile that would look good on camera.

Then there are the details. The angle, the pose... the most important thing is to show that girlish feeling.

Miss Ito is only in her twenties or thirties this year, and she looks relatively young, so it is not difficult for her to meet these conditions.

But for Lin Sen, it’s a bit difficult.

It's not a difficult move, actually. It's basically just looking at the girl next to you through the camera.

But, there is a problem.

"Your eyes are not right." Aida put down the camera, reached out and tapped Lin Sen's arm to remind him, "Wow, Xiaolin. How can you look at me like that when there's such a cute child next to you?"

“But that’s how I’ve always viewed others.”

"It's a photo, a photo!"

The photographer raised her finger. "Although I admire naturalness, I still need some artistic expression. Please try harder. Thank you so much."

"So, how should I view her?"

"Hmm...Has Kobayashi ever been in love? It's probably that look you give your lover."

"Not really."

"Eh?"

Aida showed a somewhat surprised expression and casually complimented, "Xiaolin, with the appearance conditions, it shouldn't be difficult... Oh, sorry, I lost my temper."

"fine."

What made Aida suddenly silent was the action of the girl next to the young man.

Suddenly there was an expression of worry, a dissuading look, and a slight shake of the head.

I probably understood something.

So Aida became a little distressed.

But he soon thought of a solution. His eyes rolled around and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me see if I can change my expression."

The two models followed the photographer's instructions.

There were also whispers about the girl, which Lin Sen didn't know about.

It only takes a few minutes to complete the preliminary work.

The girl first turned her head, opened her clear dark eyes, and stared at the profile of the person next to her.

then.

"Xiaolin, turn around too and look into Ito's eyes... Yes, keep looking at him, you are not allowed to look away!"

So Lin Sen also turned his gaze away.

What catches your eye are the cute big blinking eyes.

The girl's expression was a little silly and innocent.

There is a human reflection of oneself in the mirror-like eyes.

Followed by.

"Repeat what I just said!"

The girl was obviously a little nervous at the photographer's prompt.

But in the end, he took a deep breath and read it out loud in a soft, almost coquettish tone.

"Well, the rule is, whoever laughs first is the puppy."

"."

what?

For some reason, my memory naturally flashed back to that cold night.

Suddenly, a blurry image invaded my vision. It was her wet self on the night she drowned.

He coughed up river water, then stupidly opened his eyes and looked over like that.

When we were huddled together for warmth at the convenience store door, I was just as clumsy as before, carefully picking out two thin, almost-crumbled banknotes from my soaked wallet.

Ms. Ito has probably always been like this, and perhaps will continue to be like this.

The image of a drowned rat and her stupidly following instructions overlapped in the light and shadow, which made people laugh.

finally--

The lady holding the camera across the table raised a sly smile as she looked at the scene across the table.

“Click, click, click…”

A series of shots are frozen and imprinted on the film.

The first picture shows a young man who suddenly suppresses his laughter, and a girl who shows an expression of surprise and surprise.

In the second picture, the girl who was infected by the emotion was trying hard to suppress her expression.

In the third picture, the young man who finally couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth stared at the girl beside him with a smile in his eyes.

In the fourth photo, the girl, unable to hold back any longer, turned her head and, under the gaze of those around her, covered the lower half of her face with the poster she had prepared long ago.

The black and white film honestly records all of this, bringing people back to the clean and pure silent film era bit by bit.

Works perfectly.

So when waving goodbye, Aida, standing at the restaurant door with one hand in his pocket, was still thinking about what had just happened.

In the distance, there are two people walking side by side.

The young man scratched his head and held up the poster with an uncertain expression on his face. He seemed to be asking the girl next to him.

The girl took the poster blankly, an expression of trying hard to recall appeared on her face, and finally nodded with a confused look on her face.

The more she stared, the more curved the corners of the photographer's mouth became.

"Well... I can probably only help you up to this point. For the rest, you'll have to rely on yourself."

She turned around and hung the camera around her neck.

"What's the name this time?"

"The first one is 'Two People on the Stairs'."

"The second one is 'Ordinary Friends'."

"Well, for the third one... let's call it 'Not Yet Lovers'."

"Hmm... nice name!"

Aida was very proud of his gradually improved signature skills.

But in the end, I still leaned against the bus stop waiting for public transportation and took a look at the poster in my hand.

"I was finally hit by the propaganda. The summer of blue coconuts, huh..."

"The next stop is an izakaya."

"It's a place worth collecting materials. Let's go there and take a look when the time comes."

Chapter 40: Financial genius has good ideas

“I feel like I’m stuck in a tangled situation right now.”

"what?"

In the rented house, Lin Sen, who was rarely spoken to, put down his pen on the dining table and looked up in surprise.

Flamingo propped up his chin and sighed.

"Does Mori-kun have such worries? Every time I spend money, I look at the ever-decreasing credit card balance and always feel a sense of worry, worrying that this savings will be gone one day. People should not spend money lavishly."

"I always feel that this sentence coming from Editor Sasakawa is quite humorous."

"People change. You said it wasn't interesting before."

Sasagawa Rio's face darkened. "My current salary barely covers my monthly rent, food, and clothing. Anything beyond that is a pain in the ass. The daily and nightly decline in my wealth is truly unbearable."

"So, how much do you spend per day now?"

"I have to buy at least ten books every week to satisfy my addiction. Occasional chocolate and coffee beans are also irreplaceable necessities of life."

"So how much credit limit is left on the credit card?"

"After careful calculation, at the current rate of consumption, it will probably only last for about two hundred years."

"So Editor Sasagawa is one of those legendary creatures in Journey to the West who, after earnest requests from Master Xuanzang and his disciples, carried them to the other side of the river. Has he already begun to wonder whether he'll be able to enjoy controlled nuclear fusion by the 22nd century?"

"The reason for his longevity is probably beyond the comprehension of Maggot-kun."

"Tell me."

The suspected alcoholic drink has been abandoned for a long time

"A few days ago, when I was in Chiba, I went to the temple to pay my respects to the mountain god. The god simply gave up his seat to me. Out of curiosity, I asked about the inside story."