People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Okay. My idea of ​​a love story is about a male protagonist who is constantly despised and ridiculed by a sharp-tongued female protagonist, yet he remains loyal to her. Then, the sharp-tongued female protagonist is sold off to another family as a tool for a marriage alliance. Do you want this to taint your view of love?"

This sentence made Lin Sen dumbfounded.

"...Could you please be gentle with your own judgment, Editor Sasakawa?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

The woman sitting on the sofa with a coffee cup tilted her head.

"If you ask me what love is, I think your own experience is more valuable as a reference."

Finally, she used the cup to cover her pursed lips, sharing a piece of experience that I don't know whether it is reliable or not.

"My assessment is that the interview master should go to a bar. The people there are unrestrained and have endless stories to tell. Just pay for their drinks once, and you'll hear a lot."

"...Is there such a thing?"

"I can offer you a sponsorship. Go ahead and give it a try. I'm not allowed to enter that kind of place, but you are."

"good."

"Come back and share your story with me."

"Why do I feel like you're giving me a side quest in the game?"

"...What?"

"fine."

Lin Sen didn't know whether what the woman said was reliable enough.

But since the other party said so, I might as well give it a try.

As she put it:

The snack bar open in the evening is a great place to while away the time.

The dim and bright lights reflected on the bar create a drowsy and hazy feeling.

When I asked for leave from Longhuwu and rushed over, it was not too late. The moon had just appeared from the sea of ​​stars for an hour or two.

There were only a few drunken customers slurping at the table, sipping their drinks.

There were a few people lying on the sofa next to them, having fainted.

On the other side of the long table was the bartender, who was playing with the bottles out of boredom. He stood in the middle of the colorful bottles in a suit, acting as a guiding light for the drunkards in their lost lives.

Lin Sen thought it would not be difficult to pry open the mouths of these customers.

But I didn't expect that the first person I met was a free and easy guy who loved drinking.

"Please drink, you are my brother!"

The rock youth in front of him was indeed almost drunk and turned into an NPC in the game.

He answers whatever you ask, and gives the same answer even when asked repeatedly.

For example, when it comes to love:

"Oh, although it hurts, it is indeed something that makes people happy. You know, brother. I used to like a girl in a sailor suit. She would treat me to sweet and sour orange soda and smile sweetly. When we said goodbye holding hands under the street light, she would hug me gently and kiss my cheek. Then I would rub her hair and gently smell the scent of shampoo in her ear. Oh..."

Ask again:

"Don't mention it. I don't want to mention it. Let me get drunk, brother. Thank you."

Wait for him to fall asleep for a while, then wake him up and ask again:

"Why you again, brother? Okay, I can tell you, but how about buying me a drink?"

After paying for the wine, he urged the conversation:

"Oh, although it hurts, it is indeed something that makes people happy. You know, brother. I used to like a girl in a sailor suit. She would treat me to sweet and sour orange soda and smile sweetly. When we said goodbye holding hands under the street light, she would hug me gently and kiss my cheek. Then I would rub her hair and gently smell the scent of shampoo in her ear. Oh..."

"..."

Lin Sen cracked it directly.

have to.

This person is probably drunk and unconscious.

I can no longer distinguish time and memory clearly.

I had no choice but to get up and leave this NPC whose lines I had to pay for, and find another peer who was more sober to sit next to.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Is there such a good thing?"

"There is a small condition."

"You tell me, brother."

"You look older than me."

"It's okay, brother. Just tell me."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"That's too much. No one knows more about love than me."

"Tell me what love is like. From acquaintance, to falling in love, and then beyond. I have wine, you have stories, this is fair, right?"

“Fair! So fair!”

Lin Sen watched the other party stand up attentively, consider his tone, and wanted to continue speaking.

Suddenly, an echo amplified by the microphone came to his ears, destroying the mood that this person had prepared.

"H-hello, everyone."

Then I remembered that there is usually a position of resident singer in this kind of bar.

She calmed down, propped up her chin and stared at the bored expression of the man next to her who was asking for wine by telling a story after being interrupted, and prepared to wait for the singer's background music to sound and then tell his story after it had calmed down.

Then, when the old man opened his mouth for the second time, the stammering explanation came out again.

"Um, sorry. Could you please allow me to introduce the next song?"

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No one responded.

Apparently, the sparsely populated bar throng of drunks didn't care where the music came from, especially when it wasn't being played.

Therefore, silence becomes the only answer.

But this scene apparently scared a singer who was too nervous.

So, there was silence for about a minute. After adjusting his mood, Story Brother took another deep breath towards Lin Sen.

The woman's voice, which was almost hoarse from nervousness, stuttered again and she pressed the man's head directly onto the bar counter.

"That's right, I made it myself. I hope you all like it."

Then Lin Sen saw the wine-begging brother stand up, knock on the table, and then point to the stage in the distance.

"So, just sing your song well! Why are you talking so much, miss?"

What followed was a stunned silence. Then, an apology was shouted out from the microphone, almost drowned out by the tension.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!"

Then, as the buzzing and cleansing voice returned to its clean state without relying on the microphone, the familiar feeling of being placed suddenly attacked Lin Sen's brain.

Lin Sen was stunned.

Then, stare at it again.

A figure wearing a hooded jumpsuit appeared in sight.

The lower body is tight jeans.

Holding a guitar in his arms.

In this era, it is a very fashionable dress.

但这些都不关键。

The most important thing is that the face that has been engraved in my memory and that I have encountered strangely in countless places once again appeared before my eyes.

"Qingshan..."

I always feel that fate is no longer enough to describe such a strange phenomenon.

In other words, Lin Sen felt.

"What kind of curse is this?"

Chapter 7 Please believe in the beautiful twists and turns

It almost always follows us around in our daily lives like a ghost.

A certain ghost lady who is good at working will create encounters in any unexpected scene.

It's really an outrageous coincidence.

What's even more outrageous is that there has been a lack of entertainment activities since traveling through time.

Occasional self-comfort is when I feel addicted to singing.

Then, every time he hummed a song, played the piano or even expressed his feelings about music, he would be arrested on the spot by a music lover named Qingshan in front of him.

When I think about it carefully, I always feel embarrassed as if I am trying to carve out a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with my toes.

Fortunately, this time, it was no longer Lin Sen who was annoyed.

The working lady in hooded singer mode didn't even notice him at all.

The stiff and pale face had lost its usual healthy glow, and was dyed by the colorful glass lights on the ceiling, like a colorful clown mask.

The pupils are dilated, the eyes are lifeless and have lost their luster.

One hand was tightly gripping the headstock of the guitar, while the other hand was visibly shaking.

He hurriedly bowed twice to apologize for his inaction for half a day, and when he sat back, he almost fell over the small high stool.

After finally stabilizing himself, he reached out and tremblingly adjusted the wired microphone, then began to swallow the non-existent saliva that tortured his throat.

Obviously, he was too nervous.

Lin Sen could even feel a bit of fear or terror from it.

In this state, it is obviously impossible to sing well.

So, when Qingshan, the resident singer for the night, spoke the first line of the lyrics, Lin Sen couldn't help but tremble on the spot.

My first reaction was that her voice was good. It was different from her usual voice, less heroic and energetic, and more gentle and soft.

However, perhaps because of what happened just now, my mentality was disturbed and I had some problems controlling my voice.

To put it bluntly: it seems that some R&B-style changes have been added to the established tone given by the guitar base playing.

To be blunt: it sounds off-key.

Low EQ: Shaolin Kung Fu is great!

Unfortunately, compared to the two people in the movie who wore Shaolin robes and sang and danced, the girl in real life seemed to lack some extraordinary confidence in her own abilities.

After just two sentences, he realized something was wrong and lowered his head to cover his face with his hat and his long hair that was not tied up.

Then for half a minute, the only sound left was the guitar accompaniment.

It is a Citypop song that can be felt to have been carefully polished.

Unfortunately, the arrangement still has some naiveté and some older folk flavors.

After being amplified by the electric guitar effects pedal, it presents a strange disharmony.

Citypop is a popular genre, a pure urban pop music genre. Its characteristic is the combination of drums and electronic keyboard or guitar, creating a lazy and frivolous joyful feeling, giving people a sense of indulgence and comfort.

It is complemented by the singer's casual voice.

When the song is sung with the theme of immersing oneself in the present moment and enjoying love, it makes people feel as if they are in a hazy film, with a gorgeous and dreamy feeling.

In the current bubble era, it is the best hymn.