People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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Qingshan Xiazhi wanted to sigh.

He glanced at the audience gathered around him.

Among the people who gathered around, only a few were curious and came here out of curiosity because they got the flyers that were distributed all over the streets. Most of them were curious people who didn't know the truth.

There are always tourists wandering around on weekend evenings in the prosperous capital.

Although most of them are older, there are also a few young people.

The number is much larger than expected.

If she messes up again this time, she won't be the only one to be embarrassed.

but...

Qingshan Xiazhi reached out to adjust the microphone stand and then looked at the crowd.

The short-haired girl hiding beside her with a stack of flyers gave her a thumbs up.

How should I put it? Perhaps it would be easier to face it if someone else shared the cost of bravery?

The girl chuckled into the microphone, freeing her hand holding the guitar to help her aim it at her mouth.

This time, there was no hurried or clumsy performance, but a completely designed opening:

"Thank you for the wait. You may not know me, so please allow me to briefly introduce myself. My name is Aoyama Natsuki, and I love singing. This is my third year in Tokyo."

"Summer is coming soon. I used to have fantasies that something exciting would happen in the middle of summer, but every time I thought about it, it was just boring, hot, and unsuccessful days."

"I can't stay here any longer. Maybe after this summer, I will disappear from this beautiful city. But it doesn't matter. If I go back to the day when I made the decision, no matter how many times, I will choose to continue singing."

"Just this summer. After I've squandered what little freedom I have left, I'll go back and surrender to life."

"No need to tip, my singing isn't great... I'm really grateful that you listened to the whole thing."

"That's all I want to say. I hope everyone likes my song..."

There was sparse applause from the crowd.

It's not very warm, just like the days before summer comes.

The girl didn't care.

She smiled, picked up the guitar connected to the speaker, stood up and bowed slightly.

When you sit down again, slide your fingers and take a deep breath.

Opening up cleanly:

"You are the only one I remember..."

"On a day when white clouds move with the wind."

"What I want to say is hidden in my heart, and the memories are stirred by the gentle summer breeze..."

......

Panasonic was awakened by the impact of people bumping into his shoulders.

“I didn’t expect that people are still singing traditional folk songs in this day and age.”

"Well, it's rare."

I heard the voices of several old men discussing something.

And the comments are consistent with what Panasonic thinks:

"Although it was a bit bumpy, it was unexpectedly quite nice."

When everyone gathered back together, they saw that the girl who had just sung had stood up and was helping to tidy up the messy wires.

He picked up the old water cup on the ground, took a sip, and shook his head, probably dissatisfied with his performance.

But he still smiled, raised his hand and high-fived a short-haired woman who was holding a small stack of flyers in her arms.

"Leaflets..."

Panasonic suddenly realized something and glanced at the piece of paper stuffed into his hand:

"when..."

It is printed with a cartoon-style image of a girl holding a guitar, and is made quite delicately.

There was a neat line of handwritten words in the corner of the flyer:

[Blue Coconut Summer: 1/20]

Further down is the printed track title.

The track title ends with an address and a date in mid-May.

[Next time, I hope you’ll be there.]

There is such a saying.

There is also a pocket structure designed in the upper left corner of the flyer, from which you can take out a carefully designed gold-stamped cardboard card.

Blue Coconut Summer Souvenir Card

There is a guitar on the front of the card, and the back is the profile of an anime girl looking into the distance through a railing. The style of the painting is consistent with the slightly simple and childish style on the flyer.

There is also a number.

Panasonic was lucky and got an integer numbered 100.

After standing there for a while, Panasonic suddenly stepped forward.

He bowed slightly under the gaze of the three people who stayed behind to clean up the mess.

"Excuse me... Could you give me some more flyers, please?"

"I have some friends who might be interested in these things."

As remnants of the old era, we all have some summers worth remembering.

Why not, let's make a memorial together.

Matsushita, a grown-up member of the Takenoko clan, thought so.

Chapter 24 I wish you no regrets

"So, what's the rest of the story?"

"Since this is something that happens later, of course it has to be continued."

Lin Sen put the cap on the pen and looked up.

On the other side of the room, the flamingo looked tired, a rare sight today.

He narrowed his eyes, which were always cold, and yawned lazily.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

"perhaps."

The early bird is listless and has no energy at all.

Lin Sen was a little curious about this phenomenon.

After all, he's the financial sponsor. If he's not feeling well, as the one who's benefiting, I have to say something.

But when I think about it again, there is no need to speak.

After all, there are situations and times in the world where asking questions is appropriate, and that's called caring. But there are also situations where the timing is inappropriate and can backfire. In these cases, Lin Sen only needs to follow two words:

The old chair, the wine, the old

To shut up.

I had intended to sneak away without saying a word, but was called back just as my foot was at the door.

"Are you free today?"

“In principle, no.”

"So is there one?"

"Uh."

Without violating the principles, VIP users who spend more money can of course unlock some privileges.

Lin Sen had nothing important to do today. Aoyama Xiazhi's next volunteer concert was still a ways off, and Ms. Ito was at home, researching four different ways to depict the reduced-dimensional version of Ms. Aoyama on a poster with Kurosawa Rina, who had also found work.

The two brothers of Longhuwu went to visit relatives and friends before the business peaked during the Golden Week, and also closed the business.

The schedule I planned was just a bunch of odd jobs.

then--

"Wait for me at the door, Itsuki-sensei."

After figuring out the details, Sasagawa Rio sighed and stood up. "I'm going to change my clothes. I suddenly wanted to find someone to go shopping with. Please accompany me for a while, Itsuki-sensei."

"hiss."

"Go out."

"hiss."

"what happened?"

Unable to call out to the attractive Sasagawa Rimei, she turned her head towards the door suspiciously, but was met with an even more suspicious look.

"That's even more wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"So, Editor Sasakawa, how aggressive are you?"

Lin Sen pinched his chin. "There were no original nicknames this morning, not even that distinctive low-pressure tone. I'm a little uncomfortable with that."

The wording made Sasagawa Rimei close her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he just curled his lips.

"So, Mr. Masochism is back to acting and wants to be a circus clown who has to be laughed at twice before leaving the stage and sits at the dinner table at work?"

"Comfortable, comfortable."

"That's fine to think so. After all, a clown's job is to make people laugh, so they only speak loudly. Don't they get happier and more eager to bow the more they get scolded?"

"hiss."

"Is Mr. Lizard, who makes the sounds of his original species every day, trying to make his red nose in the middle of his face more conspicuous so that when someone steps on it, he will howl in pain like Tom Cat and feel both joy and pain?"

"I was wrong."

Lin Sen still couldn't control his mouth and poked the gunpowder barrel that was about to explode.

Sure enough, I wasn't feeling right today, both physically and mentally.

But the good news is that the gag doesn't seem to be a bad move. At least, it does make the editor feel a little better.

While driving, she would occasionally glance through the rearview mirror at Lin Sen, who was sitting next to the black-clad bodyguard, and give him a few soothing looks.

As they became more familiar with each other, Lin Sen could recognize the gratitude in it.

He shook his head and accepted it calmly, then turned around and took the initiative to communicate with the man in black next to him.

"Is that a Buddha tattooed on the back of your hand, brother?"

"Ah."

"Is the name on the finger a daughter?"

"...yes."

"I can tell from the sound of it that she's a pretty and well-behaved child, so that's why she hopes to be blessed."

"My wife is a Buddhist."

"I see. Brother, do you think there really is a Buddha in this world?"

"Really...really? Yeah, right?"