People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Silly, bright eyes blinking.

This time I really couldn't stand it anymore.

He put his arms around the table and leaned over it to hide the curve at the corner of his mouth that would reveal everything.

It seemed to make the little Xiguo beside him tremble again.

But there was nothing we could do.

If you were to laugh at her silly yet adorable angelic expression, you might be mistaken for a mentally disturbed lunatic, which would give you a heart attack.

I had to take a few deep breaths to suppress my smile.

Then a slightly trembling little hand appeared on his back, and began to stroke him tentatively like a cat comforting its owner.

Wow.

It took a long time to calm down the surging emotions.

Then, Lin Sen was pleasantly surprised to find that his facial muscles finally conveyed the command "Dude, I can be controlled easily."

He regained his calm and gentleness, and raised his head from his arms.

"It's nothing, actually. Sorry to have worried you, Ito."

The girl's eyes were a little red.

But her eyes now gleamed with seriousness. She stared at him intently for a long time, and only after confirming that she saw nothing amiss did her sharpness slowly relax.

Then she thought of her previous actions and turned her head away with a blush.

He murmured twice:

"Really, are you feeling better?"

"I wasn't too upset at first. In fact, I had basically let go of the incident with Ms. Tachibana a long time ago."

The girl hummed in dissatisfaction:

"But Senior was very emotional just now."

Because your reaction is so interesting.

But it’s hard to say this kind of thing directly.

So Lin Sen took another deep breath.

"Anyway, I'm back to normal now, Ito."

"..."

"Thank you."

This thank you is 100% sincere.

Testimonials

The reason why I started writing this book has to do with an experience of going out for breakfast that I still remember vividly.

About a month ago.

The hand-pulled pancakes were spread on the black iron pan, sizzling with enthusiasm. The spatula stirred them, and the aroma of burnt food and scorching oil wafted in, tempting my appetite.

The proprietress was wearing gloves and had a kitchen band with blurry prints on it. She casually talked to me about how to spend the New Year.

What kind of New Year's goods have been stockpiled for homes in other places? Will I visit relatives given the current situation this year?

I don't know why, but we talked a lot that morning.

The proprietress said that people have been living since they were born.

After the New Year, people endure the days, and as the New Year approaches, they look forward to the grand celebration.

Thus, time is engraved in life like tree rings, rising into the sky in the numbness of the fleeting time.

It grows taller and then withers away, and decades of time pass by in the hustle and bustle and hardship.

As we chatted, I suddenly felt a sense of emotion. I always felt that while I was alive, I should leave something behind.

So the boss lady asked me what I wanted to add.

I think I should be ambitious and satisfied, should include mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in my heart, and should experience the ordinary yet beautiful romance.

I want to take a fantastic journey through different worlds, everyday or fantastic, ordinary or extraordinary.

Life is short, and I don’t want to let down the brilliance of life.

But I'm grown up.

I am no longer a dreaming child.

So I said:

"Add an egg and a sausage."

Back home, it's another ordinary day. Struggling with today, worrying about tomorrow.

My life is over if I just muddle through.

That's how it should be.

But there is still a young man living in my heart.

His heart suddenly began to throb, like a vast wasteland, endless to cut and burn. A strong wind blew, and the weeds grew to the sky.

So I have some fantasy stories that I want to tell.

The protagonists of the story may not be successful, but they are definitely unique and foolishly happy. The story itself may not be exciting, but it may be interesting.

I want to write about people whose lives are worthwhile.

They are more than alive.

They live, explore, and chase.

They will be happy.

It can be regarded as a way to satisfy the dream that I have been unwilling to give up. I want to write the stories that I want. I also hope to achieve some results and earn some money to support myself and keep writing.

To be honest, creating with heart is hard work but also joy.

Unfortunately, he is dull and a fool.

I don’t know the tricks of online writing. I can only keep a learning attitude, figure out the refreshing points that readers will like and do my best to satisfy everyone.

I hope you enjoy reading it, and I sincerely hope that my friends can subscribe to support my writing career.

Grateful.

——Old Tokyo, written on December 2022.12.30, , "Remarks on the Release"

Attached:

December Thank You List

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 61: Life is full of retribution

After confirming again and again that someone was back to normal, Ito Nishika breathed a sigh of relief.

The redness around the eyes faded little by little.

His first action after that was to stare at the box of strawberries on the table with wide eyes.

After careful selection, he picked out the largest one and handed it over.

Lin Sen’s comment on this is that it is quite sweet.

But as I chewed it, I realized a problem.

"Where does Ito buy all his fruits?"

Then Lin Sen got an O. Henry-style answer:

"Futian Fruit. It's a shop near the apartment building where I used to live."

Refers to the unscrupulous shop that sold iced pears at a high price last time.

"."

In just a moment, my heart ached for the girl's wallet again.

"The things in that store are very expensive, and the owner likes to rip you off. Last time I bought pears, I was able to bargain the price down by a third. Ito, you should bargain more next time."

Lin Sen originally wanted to give a reminder.

Unexpectedly, the words of praise did not have the expected effect.

Instead, he stared at the girl and looked at her face while he was talking.

A hint of inexplicable humor suddenly flashed in Hei Li's increasingly lovely pupils.

Agile and fast.

"So, how much did Senior spend at that time?"

Lin Sen quoted a price.

The response was a raised mouth corner and a trembling, slightly puffy face.

Finally, the confused expression on the young man's face, who was confused about the situation, became the spark that ignited the smile bomb.

The girl reached out and grabbed the clothes on her shoulders, then explained the reasons for her series of expressions in a trembling voice.

"So, Senior is the one who got slaughtered."

"What?"

"I know the shop owner's sister. As long as you know them, they'll charge you half price or less when you buy fruit."

"?"

"Pfft."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Hmm~"

This time, he was probably really amused.

The girl who was humming softly did not express any comfort to the silly face, but instead smiled and added insult to injury.

"So, what do you think I am, Senior? Some kind of simpleton who can't even judge the price of things?"

"To be honest, I do have this idea."

The fingers that were grabbing the clothes twisted lightly.

"So Senior is the idiot!"

To be honest, no matter how tough you are, you can't fight back at this moment.

Lin Sen could only remain depressed and silent.

The scene of riding an electric bike to find the owner of the fruit stall began to emerge in my mind unconsciously.

Unexpectedly, the sleeve of my arm was gently pulled again.

Looking over again, the insolence in the girl's smile had unconsciously disappeared.

Only a quiet beauty remains.

Have some softness like gardenia.

Ms. Ito looked at me seriously.

Then she raised her hand and gently brushed away the few strands of hair that had fallen to the corners of her lips, supporting her right cheek.

Speak softly again:

"So, don't worry about things like buying fruit from now on. Leave it to me, Senior."

"it is good."