People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Suddenly, I felt a little resentful, like the little emotion of a grown-up child who is dissatisfied with his parents who are still in the habit of playing the role of Superman who can cover the sky with one hand.

As I habitually reached out to adjust the angle of my baseball cap, a naughty idea suddenly popped into my mind.

"All right..."

With a long tone, Ito Xiguo slowly took off his backpack, unzipped it, stuffed the notebook in his hand into it, and then closed it again and put it on his back.

Reach out and hold the duckbill, pressing the hat down firmly.

Then, in Lin Sen's somewhat surprised gaze, she stood up with her bag on her back and suddenly launched a quick attack.

Start instantly and run suddenly.

As nimble as an alley cat.

One second it was lying leisurely on the wall licking its paws, and the next moment it suddenly arched its body and jumped onto the roof.

Before running away, the girl just half turned around and waved.

And a message floating in the air:

"Seniors, please don't fall behind!"

Lin Sen stood there in a daze for almost five seconds.

But he was soon confused.

“It’s really fun now.”

Come to think of it, it's a good thing. I thought this kind of play that only I enjoyed in my previous life would attract disinterest and perfunctory responses, but I didn't expect her to accept it so well.

So he quickly sped up and chased after it, so as not to lose the running animal.

So today, passers-by at Shibuya Crossing witnessed a rather strange scene.

A young man with a backpack and a baseball cap was nimbly dodging the crowd on the sidewalk, as if he was chasing something.

Following the end of his sight, I found a girl dressed similarly hiding in the crowd ahead.

The scene of chasing each other made many people gasp in amazement:

"Look, what a crazy couple."

"It's great to be young."

"Who says it isn't?"

The aimless chase finally ended in front of a cultural center.

When Lin Sen arrived, the girl was standing in front of an employee who was distributing concert discount coupons and waiting.

I already have several tickets with different contents in my hand.

In these economically prosperous times, many Tokyo residents consider themselves sophisticated and cultured. The invoice-issuing employee was surrounded by a crowd of people eager to get their hands on the invitation ticket.

As a result, the girl who had arrived earlier and waited for a long time was pushed aside by the new busybody.

"Can you give me one? I've been waiting for a long time."

"Um, excuse me..."

"Hello!!"

Several attempts to shout, raising the voice slightly, did not receive a satisfactory response.

Compared to the other people who gathered around her noisily, the girl's back looked extremely thin.

Perhaps it was the low sense of presence that took effect again, the staff of the cultural center simply turned a deaf ear and didn't even bother to look over.

A faint sense of grievance, the result of being ignored, flashed in Ito Nishigo's eyes. As if she had long been accustomed to it, she sighed, and said nothing more, standing there stupidly.

Wait...

Just when I thought so, things changed.

The girl saw a hand break through the encirclement and snatch a discount coupon directly from his hand in front of the venue staff.

Then, a head with a hat on top squeezed out of the crowd.

The ticket was pressed into her hand.

"Ignore your words and just grab it."

Ito Xiguo saw someone standing in front of him, with the sunlight behind him somewhat dazzling.

The young man, who was slightly sweating, reached back and adjusted his backpack, which was tilted to one side.

He stared at his own expression, then smiled as if amused.

"never mind."

He wiped his forehead with his arm, which was mostly rolled up.

"If you're really sorry, let me do this kind of thing next time."

So give a reliable promise.

Incredibly reassuring words.

The girl couldn't help but smile again, and her neatly tied ponytail behind her hat swayed slowly.

It was the sudden arrival of the surging spring breeze, which brought a rare coolness but could not blow away the high spirits.

This afternoon was joyful and warm.

Chapter 27: The shutter sound represents the good times frozen

Lin Sen thought he could continue to be a hands-off boss, but when they sat together on the steps in front of the concert hall, the girl simply took out a notebook and glue from her backpack and stuffed them into his hands along with the mess she had snatched.

I found a reason seriously:

"I was in charge of collecting them this time, so it's my senior's turn to put them up."

So Lin Sen's lazy plan was ruined, and he became a hard laborer instead.

As I bent over and carefully aimed, I heard a demanding little supervisor in my ear:

"It's crooked! It's crooked! Keep it right."

"It's okay if it's a little crooked."

“It’s going to be very uncomfortable!”

"oops."

There was no other way. He had to stop pressing down and move aside to let the girl who stood up give him instructions with narrowed eyes.

"A little bit to the right. Then turn clockwise. Don't shake your hands, Senior!"

"Nervous, nervous."

"Shouldn't seniors be very experienced? It's like you're the one doing it for the first time."

"Actually, I haven't done this kind of thing in a while, so I'm a little rusty."

After finally getting one straight, I breathed a sigh of relief.

When he turned around and was about to take credit, he found that the girl had been pulled aside by a woman with mature makeup and was whispering about something.

Noticing the gaze, those bright eyes quickly turned towards him, revealing an apologetic look, and waved their hands slightly to indicate to wait.

After the young man over there showed an expression of receiving a hint and turned back to his work, Ito Nishika turned his focus back to the person around him:

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please say it again?"

The woman wearing lipstick had short hair, exaggeratedly large earrings, and a leopard-print shirt paired with white leggings. Judging by the camera she was holding, she seemed to work in photography.

Sure enough, the next words revealed the truth:

"I mean, miss, you and your boyfriend look really good together! Could you allow me to take a picture of you? Let me introduce myself. I'm a street photographer and I'm planning to enter a street photography competition."

This sentence made the girl look a little embarrassed, which was also noticed by the photographer.

She quickly added her explanation:

"This competition is a public welfare event. The winning photos will only be published in the newspaper on the same day. The negatives will not be kept, and all proceeds will be donated to charity. Of course, if you really don't want to participate, we will respect your decision, young lady."

Hearing this, Ito Xiguo shook his head.

"That's not it."

"That is?"

Faced with a puzzled expression, the girl lowered her head slightly and lowered her voice.

"He's not my boyfriend."

The photographer was stunned for a moment, but soon, an expression of sudden realization appeared on her face.

It quickly transformed into the half smile that was characteristic of a knowledgeable brother.

"Ohhhh~ I'm so sorry."

Halfway through her speech, the woman with earrings put her hands on her hips and said, "That would be even more worth leaving behind as a beautiful memory. Miss, wouldn't you consider it?"

"I."

The hesitant expression only lasted for about a second.

Afterwards, Ito Nishigo grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hanging hands and pulled them down, making a decision.

"That's fine with me. But I have to ask..."

"I understand, I understand! Please~"

So, under the gaze of the female photographer with a playful expression, the girl ran to the young man and put her head to the side of his hat brim.

whisper.

The young man was stunned at first, then turned around to observe, and finally nodded calmly.

Everything after that happened naturally. At the request of the young man, he sat casually facing the camera, holding the string of a balloon with the amusement park logo printed on it. The girl beside him sat close to him, legs crossed, a notebook spread out on her hunched legs.

They all raised their lips slightly and faced the camera.

"Click."

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As the shutter button was pressed, this somewhat unreal good time was frozen.

The joyful mood was also preserved until the exhausted evening.

"Ok!"

The girl who was walking towards home stretched herself lazily.

She had taken off her hat and let her hair down, turning back into the familiar short-haired creature.

It is no longer a form exclusive to backpackers that only Lin Sen has seen.

He held his hat with one hand and turned it over his back, while the other hand was wrapped around the notebook filled with souvenirs.

"How about this, the so-called budget trip?"

“When I first heard about it, I didn’t feel anything, but when I actually experienced it, it was quite interesting.”

The girl opened the three-page notebook in her hand and turned to the last part with words written on it.

She wrote it herself:

[Downstairs of Dongji Department Store, March 1986.3.22, ]

A faint smile appeared on the little face, and Lin Sen, who was observing from the side, seemed to be infected as well.

but.

There is more than one synchronized expression.

As the white streetlights drove away the brilliant sunset glow, the girl suddenly slowed down her pace. Then, the two people walking side by side had a look of helplessness on their faces.

For a moment, it felt abrupt and unnatural.

Then it suddenly enlarged, like a pair of shadows behind him that became thinner and separated as the light shone.

At the moment when the two shadows reached the farthest distance, Ito Xiguo stopped, turned around and looked at Lin Sen, who also put away his smile because of his daze.