People in Tokyo, the world is clear

There is an old saying: Heart disease is difficult to cure.

I don’t know when I came back to my senses from the increasingly frequent unconsciousness, but the scene around me had already changed like rippling water.

The dim glow replaced the sunlight as the background color.

The light bulb on the dome of the house became a new light source.

What was photographed was another curious face.

His bright eyes blinked.

"Kobayashi-san."

"how."

Today, the aunt in charge of foreign affairs had some wedding or funeral that she couldn't describe in detail, so she asked for leave to rush back to her hometown in the countryside.

So I was pushed to the front hall by the boss's brother and worked as a waiter.

It was naturally difficult to be competent when taking over on short notice. Fortunately, it happened to be a day with not many customers, so I was able to hold on until the beast girl arrived and finally freed myself.

He was in a daze and was only woken up now.

Lin Sen focused his attention on Qingshan Xiazhi's face, but saw a tentative look.

The girl first observed carefully, then moved her eyes to the right, raised her hand and pointed in a direction hidden by her body.

"Is that guest over there someone you know? I noticed you've been staring at her for several minutes."

"what?"

Lin Sen figured out the direction Qingshan Xiazhi was pointing, and found the customer she was talking about wherever his eyes were.

It was a strange, golden, single fighter. He looked to be about thirty. He was propping his chin up with one hand, clinking a small wooden cup with his colleague, chatting casually.

Occasionally, when talking about something interesting, he would lean back and laugh happily.

This woman shouldn't have attracted any attention. But she had another striking feature.

short hair.

After figuring this out, I was stunned.

Then, he lowered his head suddenly and quickly covered his eyes.

"No, Qingshan. I was just staring blankly in that direction."

"It feels like it's been a bit too long. It's like Kobayashi-san knows her."

"It's your illusion."

"Oh."

Qingshan Xiazhi's curious gaze flickered back and forth between the young man, who had lowered his hands and turned away, and the short-haired woman. He continued observing for a moment, noticing the woman's complete lack of reaction, before pursing his lips and letting it go, as if accepting the explanation.

The only thing left was someone reaching into her hair and grabbing it hard.

"I'm really sick. Forget it, don't think about that kid Xiguo today, otherwise something will go wrong sooner or later."

My mind is clear and I want to carry out the cutting plan, but my body always does something disobedient.

Especially when walking on the deserted streets late at night and thinking about today's date, certain information starts to pop up in my mind.

[It's one hour until Wednesday.]

[Xiguo should have returned tonight and seen the note.]

Will she come to Dragon Tiger House tomorrow? Then I can treat this little animal to the best of the house specialties.

[......]

[Why is my mind full of thoughts about that kid again?! Stop thinking about it...]

I am really embarrassed by this annoying situation.

Feeling embarrassed, he had to get another can of drink and hide it in the mezzanine of a building where few people went.

He took a few gulps, took a breath and suppressed all the strange emotions.

"Why are you following me like a demon?"

A faint unknown emotion rolled around, hitting the heart again and again.

It was hard to resist, so I had to try chanting some awakening mantras to relieve the symptoms.

"Wake up, Lin Sen."

"Wake up!"

I wish I could transform into Guo Liang in Rio and wake up the young man who has not yet grown up living in my heart.

After guzzling the hawthorn juice in his hand and wrinkling his face like Tom Cat eating a lemon, he finally recovered a little.

A mess. Physically and mentally.

I rushed back to the hotel in a daze and lay down. When I opened my eyes again, it was a new day.

I thought I would feel more comfortable, but when I bent over the sink to wash my face, the cycle started all over again while I was idle and my mind was active.

Even my sanity was almost defeated.

I had to find every possible way to vent my feelings, regardless of the consequences, and just grasp at any life-saving straw.

Thus, the green and unknown emotions magically refilled the exhausted inspiration shells, ground into tiny black marks, and in the romantic morning, in the busy editorial office, dyed the manuscript paper fully with the melodious smell of ink.

Then, he stuffed the completed chapter into the hands of Flamingo, whose eyes widened in shock at the man's insane state.

"Today's artist has a street-style beauty. Could you fix your hair a bit?"

"This is about 6,000 words. I'll finish the rest tomorrow."

"whispering sound."

Sasagawa Rio sighed softly at the irrelevant answer and watched someone turn around and leave without looking back.

"But I think he's recovered a little."

He lowered his head with a sense of relief and continued reading as usual.

Her lower eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes skillfully scanned the text, then fixed on two sentences.

[That night he had a rather hot dream, and even the dusk enveloped her smiling face.]

Even though his feelings were still vague, he couldn't just laugh it off.

The words seemed to still carry the lingering warmth of my heated mood. My fingers, gently gripping the manuscript, felt a slight heat from it.

It is conveyed through the fingertips, resonating deeply with the reader's emotions and sharing the unrestrained mood.

“The writing seems to have lost some depth, but the emotions are richer.”

The more you analyze, the more your conclusions become like weeds under melting snow.

It is obvious that it jumps out of the soil on a lush day.

"Itsuki-sensei, he."

"Progress."

For a moment, she found it hard to believe. She had thought that simple yet emotional writing was the pinnacle of her love, but at this moment, Sasagawa Rimei was like a climber on a hill.

When the fog cleared, I was surprised to see the new height right in front of me.

“Sometimes, using more common words may seem like a decline in literary style, but it can actually express intense feelings more directly.”

"Incredible. It seems something has happened recently?"

Combined with the epiphany in the plot on Sunday.

Combined with yesterday's card.

Combined with today's literary explosion.

Sasagawa Rio narrowed her eyes and pinched her chin.

People always gossip.

Perhaps, the story happening to the artist himself is more exciting than his works?

Or is it really as Mr. Goki himself said?

What he wrote was his life?

Seriously.

She was quite curious.

Chapter 34 Waiting for time to dry

"Fortunately, there is time, the best medicine to heal everything."

Originally, Lin Sen quite agreed with this statement.

After a day, I have to agree even more.

In the afternoon, I went to the hellish mall and found a job unloading goods. Being off the ground helped to dispel some of my chaotic thoughts.

Even at night, we were even luckier. Ryuhu-ya was so packed with customers that even the talkative Kawahara Taiga was left speechless.

"That's why there's an old saying that idle people have many worries. When I have something to do, I don't have time to worry about those inexplicable troubles and anxieties."

When the clock strikes ten, something even more surprising happens.

When I think of the short-haired girl in my memory again, the complicated emotions have faded a lot.

"My feelings towards her are finally back to normal."

Chihiro 0 Six One ② ⑥ ② ⑦ Ridge

My mood improved. I smelled the slightly pungent smell of cooking in the kitchen, and felt a sense of joy at the harvest.

Only the last few groups of customers were still dining in the restaurant. Taking a break, Lin Sen took off his kitchen apron, moved a high-legged plastic stool from the corner, sat down on it, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

I was worried that something might go wrong when I met the pet girl in that state this morning, but now I don’t have to worry about that.

"When she comes over, I can ask her about her experiences back home. I'm quite curious about the countryside in Japan."

When I thought about this, I still felt a slight tingling sensation in my heart, but it was small enough to be acceptable.

As long as I don't deliberately think about her smile, I will basically have no emotional fluctuations.

Now you can wait for the child with peace of mind.

I'd left the address for Dragon Tiger House. Xiguo usually closes around 10:00, so if you're going, it should be around that time.

Just sit back and wait.

He stared at the ground beneath his feet and randomly picked up some songs to recite silently to pass the time.

One song, two songs.

Four, eight.

"..."

I don’t know how long.

It was not until I heard a "pop" sound in my ears that I woke up from the sudden darkness.

"Da~"

Uncle Tiger, who had stood in front of him at some point, bent down and shook the lighter he had just lit in front of him twice.

The bright fire illuminated a rough, large face in the darkness, like a kind-looking old ghost.

He mumbled a few words while holding an unlit mosquito coil in his mouth.

"I'm going to lock the door, Xiaolin. Why are you still sitting here? Go home."

"it is good."

Only then did I finally come back to my senses from my stupor.

He stood up and looked at the clock on the wall.

"At half past eleven."