People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Wait a minute, I'll go through my bag."

"Ah."

Watching the girl's hurried back as she slipped out of the noisy venue, Lin Sen leaned against the corner and stared at the guests at each table with rosy faces as they stood up to accept the toasts from the newlyweds.

Her gaze was focused on the happy smile on the groom's face.

I can't help but feel sad for this person's future in five years.

Emotions are brewing and thoughts are running rampant.

The love was so deep that I almost turned around and faced the corner, with a sad face.

You are the one who took over at a high price, you are the ultimate unlucky guy!

I almost couldn't control my smile until someone patted my shoulder.

"Here! I'm telling you, this is a masterpiece I just found."

"it is good."

It's been hyped up to be so magical, I want to see what's so special about it.

Lin Sen lowered his head leisurely and recognized the name in the book.

"It's called, The Last Kiss, right?"

"Ah."

"..."

.

?

!

The gradual feelings eventually materialized into Edvard Munch's most famous masterpiece:

"Why is it the last kiss?"

Chapter 50: Such good friends are worthy of being invited as fellow travelers

In the end, Lin Sen half-escaped with the book and said goodbye to Miss Xia Zhi.

Even until the end of the wedding, the complicated inner emotions did not subside.

How would you describe your mood during this period?

The duality of good and bad that is both bad and good.

The bad thing is that I feel guilty that my work seems to be leading a nice girl astray in her hope for love.

This makes a poor girl who works as a wage earner and whose financial situation does not seem to be well-off have unrealistic expectations for the "Tokyo Love Story", which can be regarded as an economic grave in this era.

To think of the worst, in the future I might suffer the same fate as Xiao Xiguo next door.

It is a heinous crime.

As for the good parts?

I discovered my only genuine readers, my parents who paid real money to buy my books.

[So this book is really good, and the story between the hero and heroine is really touching! It is one of the best novels I have read in recent years! Please read it carefully, Xiaolin-san!]

The girl even praised the content so much that Lin Sen felt embarrassed.

That is to say, that smile with eyes lighting up when mentioning the contents of the book is really unfair.

For the author, there is nothing happier than seeing this expression.

That’s a great compliment.

You really know what you are talking about, Miss Qingshan.

There should be more readers like you!

And when I thought that the other party's praise had turned into royalties falling into my pocket, the joy of the harvest grew even more.

Absolutely.

I've always liked this girl.

Now I have to favor it even more.

One sentence to describe:

[Friends like these are worthy of being invited as fellow travelers!]

"But it's just tormenting. All my memories clearly prove how real love is a hellish hell, yet I still write books about love, trying to trick naive girls into believing in the purity and beauty of love. Will I go to hell?"

Pure dirty money making!

Unfortunately, the repentant mood only lasted for a few seconds before it was completely shattered by the faint sound of coins colliding in my ears.

"Please let me endure the pain of earning this kind of unscrupulous money a little longer! Please!"

Even though I thought this way, I still felt a little embarrassed to face others.

Surrounded by the voice of inner blame, he had to say a few perfunctory words and find an excuse to slip away under the girl's surprised gaze, in order to ease the embarrassment in his heart.

We have to find a way to get it back!

While thinking about the plan, I ran to another corner to witness the entire wedding process.

To be honest, it's quite boring.

The aroma of alcohol, the lingering aroma of leftover ingredients, and the fishy smell of seafood, combined with the sweltering air conditioning in the venue, floated chaotically on the ceiling, dangling in the air, and sinking to the soles of shoes. It might whet the appetite of those who were hungry, but for outsiders who had already finished dinner, it became a slightly nauseating torture.

The dazzling colored lights created a chaotic and disordered scroll. The colors were chaotic instead of pure, and the light was dazzling and no longer gentle.

I don't know if it's because the invited friends and relatives are more fond of wine and meat, but the faces of the guests are all perfunctory smiles that can be detected by careful observation. The pupils hidden in the squinting eyes glance at the new dishes on the table from time to time, just like the Prajna ghost faces emerging from the distant void in a nightmare.

The groom's flushed face reflected the multicolored light, like a ripe lobster amidst a sea of ​​garbled ingredients.

However, he still had to force himself to drink from table to table with the help of his wife. His staggering gait gave people the impression that he would fall into the abyss at any moment.

Light pollution also wreaked havoc on the bride's face, giving it a strange, dark, and gloomy look. Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, smearing her makeup.

San value dropped madly.

I had to avoid Yan Tan's gaze.

For Lin Sen, this kind of ceremony is completely meaningless and ineffective social interaction.

In order to avoid being confused by the eye-irritating white noise images and feeling dizzy, I had to discover other interesting elements.

For example, the background songs at weddings.

It mainly consists of slow jazz, pop music and a few classic old songs. Most of them are popular songs of this era.

It’s surprisingly good, with a kind of innocent beauty.

But ears that have been exposed to pop music are more adaptable to the style of the future.

Just when I was cleaning up after the show, I found an acoustic guitar, which was a prop used in a talent show performed by a relative or friend.

The player's playing was really not very good. Most of the audience just clapped their hands to liven up the atmosphere and listened to the music without even looking up.

After staring at this thing for a while, Lin Sen suddenly felt itchy.

I happened to be free, so I put down the work I was working on and played a little piece I was pretty good at.

When the dry and simple string sounds moved, it felt as if I was in another world, as if I was back in those late nights when I drank three-dollar Coke and played the piano to relieve boredom.

I slowly came to my senses and found that my once extremely nimble fingers had become stiff.

"It feels like I haven't played this thing in ages, and my muscle memory is almost gone."

He stared at the position of the guitar head, constantly adjusting the pressing fingers, and only played well when he had to half-grim his teeth.

When it came to the crucial part, I couldn't help but hum a dozen sentences softly, and a nostalgic smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of my mouth.

I remembered the lonely yet peaceful times in my previous life.

The slightly melancholy mood finally dissipated at the end of the song.

Put down the guitar and shake your fingers that are sore from having no calluses.

As soon as I looked up, I found that something bad had happened.

The girl, still wearing a matchmaking suit, stood in front of him, looking at him with an expression as if she had discovered a new world.

The simple look and the slim black and white outfit cleansed the eyes that were tortured by the light pollution just now.

There was a clean smile on her cheek, and she shook her hands, which still had some water droplets on them. The refreshing scent of hand soap permeated the air, covering up some of the foul air in the building.

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She tilted her head, giving a meaningful, teasing expression, like an older sister who has caught her younger brother a few years younger while playing hide-and-seek.

It seems that he enjoyed the full version of the "self-entertainment performance".

Social death.

Fortunately, Lin Sen is a thick-skinned person.

He shamelessly put down his guitar with a calm expression.

"I've discovered a new original song." Qingshan Xiazhi looked smiling.

“It’s not a song I wrote.”

"Don't quibble! Since I've never heard this song, it must be original!" The girl raised a finger. "I probably have more music tapes at home than you have writing paper, Kobayashi-san."

You can really compare them.

But that's obviously not the point.

I put the wooden instrument into the box, picked up the book again, and had no choice but to acknowledge the copyright of this song.

This girl's passion for music is really a bit overwhelming.

It’s better to carry out the original plan and escape quickly.

I found a place to change the clothes issued to employees, put on my backpack again, and ran into trouble again when I came out.

The girl who was talking and laughing just now was now sitting on the ground, covering her feet which were still wearing high heels, her face pale.

There was a large box lying on its side next to him, which contained some miscellaneous items that needed to be stuffed into the car outside to be sent back to the company.

A little further back is a very hidden little staircase, designed by some unscrupulous designer.

It seems that the disaster was caused by holding the box and not being able to see the road under his feet.

When the pain eased a little, the girl struggled a few times and tried to stand up, but failed every time with a frown and a gasp.

The people around him glanced at him sideways, but no one offered to help.

After several unsuccessful attempts to get up, Qingshan Xiazhi sighed softly.

But he still turned over and tried to put the objects scattered around him back into the box.

But I waited for the help from squatting down.

A pair of hands stood up the box and put the things on the ground into it.

"Ah, thank you... Kobayashi-san?"

"You still have to be a buddy."

"It has to be you."

The girl narrowed her eyes in amusement.

I helped her put the box into the car, then came back and helped her find a place to sit down, watching her try to take off her shoes.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I think I twisted it about 90 degrees."

"If you don't look at the road you're walking on, your loved ones will shed tears."

"Oh my god... stop it, my hands are shaking and I can't even take my shoes off!"

"It's not because of the shaking hands."

Lin Sen also squatted down.