Secretive

Yumei is a girl who often wears tiredness on her face.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky at that time was still in chaos, and the 24-hour convenience store seemed very deserted at this time.She stood behind the cash register, her eyelids slightly closed as if she was sleepy.

When the product was placed in front of her, she seemed to wake up from a sudden, showing a hasty coping smile, and simply went through the cash register, packed the bag and waited for the customer to leave, and then said slowly, take care.

In such a voice, even a person who just woke up can't help feeling sleepy.

Osuka would accidentally stay up until dawn when he was rushing to draft, without tidying up his blue beard, and stepped into the door of the convenience store when the night and day alternated.

He didn't know when Yu Mei started to appear behind the cash register, and he couldn't help being a little concerned. At first, he was simply worried that she would collapse the next moment.When the eyes are focused on a person, there is obviously no other meaning, but feelings gradually develop, Osuka did not expect such a situation.

Every time he went there, he would always say a few words to Yumei when no one was around.

When Yumei said that she worked three jobs a day and still had a regular job, Osuka couldn't help sighing. Of course, he also experienced such things when he was young, working hard in exchange for a salary that barely survived.

After coming and going, Yu Mei got to know him well, and she would show a real smile in front of him.

Such a smile, to Osuka, is far more dazzling than those marbles in pachinko.

After that, Osuka's day and night also turned upside down. Unless Ito contacted and said that he would come to the door the next day, his day and night would be the same.

Osuka drank the beer in the glass, and Takahashi reached out to help him order another glass.

"Looking at Yu Mei who is working so hard, I can't help her. I'm just a poor writer myself, aren't I?" He laughed at himself like this, and the unshaven beard made him look even more downcast.

Ito continued the words very seriously: "As long as you don't go to the pachinko parlor, you won't call yourself a 'poor writer'."

"The words are still so spicy, what a coincidence." Osuka smiled wryly.

"Then, have you confessed to Miss Yu Mei?"

"Well... I also have the idea that as a man, I want to rely on the one I love..."

After hearing Osuka's confession, Yumei looked quite surprised. Obviously, she should not have thought that the guest would suddenly confess, and she couldn't think of a response attitude for a while.

Then she tactfully but resolutely rejected Osuka's courtship.

Osuka was so disappointed that he didn't even go back to the apartment, but just spent a day in the tavern he often came to, and even forgot that Ito would come to visit today.

"Don't be too sad, Mr. Osuka." Takahashi said sadly. "Come on, drink, if you don't get drunk today, you won't return!"

"cheers!"

Ito looked at the two who were getting excited by themselves, and bowed apologetically to the two bosses.

After pushing the cups and changing the cups, the two people who became excited under the influence of alcohol have already started the drama of good brothers after drinking.

"Runya..." Osuka used his elbows as support, pressed his whole body on the table, and started calling Takahashi by his name. "Love, it really makes people happy and sad..."

"Well said teacher..." Takahashi kept nodding his head, but when he looked at Ito, his face was full of smiles.

Facing Takahashi like this, Ito no longer tried his best to maintain his businesslike expression, and he couldn't help smiling because of his loving mood.

Osuka looked at the two of them, and the wine in his mouth seemed to have some bitterness and sweetness.

"You guys, do you have this?" He stretched out his little finger, drunken in his voice.

"Yes." Takahashi nodded and said firmly.

"That's great, cheers to my girlfriend!"

"cheers!"

"Coincidentally, he never told me about this. He's such a rigid guy."

As a result, Osuka complained about his editor directly, and Takahashi nodded foolishly: "Yeah, little, uh—"

Ito stuffed a chopstick of potatoes into Takahashi's mouth to prevent him from addressing him, and responded to Osuka's words: "That's because I don't have any teachers to talk about."

"That won't work. Coincidentally, you are already in the second half of the thirties. If you don't find a young and lovely girl now, you will regret it when you become an uncle in the future."

"I will pay attention to the teacher." Ito pretended to be listening attentively, and filled Osuka's wine glass.

Looking at the time, when the last train was about to be missed, Ito dragged the excited Takahashi to leave directly.

Takahashi was drunk and still sober, and when he was dragged away by Ito, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's still early..."

"Do you still want to drink with Mr. Osuka until dawn?" Ito chose to ignore Takahashi's dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, the tram could still catch up, and they were obviously not the only ones who came back late. The carriage was full of people, and the two of them were squeezed so tightly that they could only lean against each other.

Takahashi leaned his back against Ito's chest, overwhelmed and at a loss.Yidong's breath brushed against the back of his neck, and the itching passed through the skin, passed through the nerve cells, attached to the blood, and rushed all the way to his heart.

Takahashi couldn't help turning his head to the side, meeting Ito's eyes, but turned his head away hastily.

"What's wrong?" Ito asked.

"I always feel..." Takahashi twitched as he thought about words, his brain controlled by alcohol temporarily threw away his shame, "It's not bad to just do this."

He heard Ito's panting, and the heat of his skin rose rapidly between them as if ignoring the barrier of his clothes.

"Idiot." Yi Donghuan's hand on his waist tightened, revealing the enthusiasm to integrate him into his body.

The next day, the sun shone into the house, but the wind blowing into the house still smelled like dew at night.

"You are a devil..." Takahashi lay on the bed, complaining. "Exceeded the standard."

"You were the one who invited yesterday, right?"

"Hey, do you have to agree when someone invites you? You make it no more than ten times a month, right? Is there any reason in the world for people who make rules to break them?"

"It's noisy."

"Uncle color."

Ito held Takahashi's waist and said, "What right do you have to say about me?"

"I know, I know, I'm hungry..." Takahashi's sore place was held down, and there was always a sense of fear of being caught in his weakness.

Only then did Ito let him go to make breakfast, Takahashi tossed and turned on the bed for a while, and then dally got up to wash.

"Tomorrow I must sleep until twelve o'clock." He lay on the dining table to catch up on sleep, he didn't know whether he was telling Ito who was in the kitchen next to him, or talking to himself.

Yito turned to look at him: "No, you will be responsible for throwing out the trash tomorrow."

"it's me again?"

"What's the date tomorrow?"

"16..." Takahashi resignedly dragged out the ending.

After breakfast, Ito changed his clothes and went out first.

"I go first."

"Small."

"Huh?" Ito turned his head at the door, his face was a bit blurred with his back turned, but Takahashi could clearly draw every line on Ito's face.

"It's great to meet you."

Ito immediately let out a chuckle: "I am in the same mood."

"Go all the way." Takahashi also smiled.

That day, Miyamoto Suzu visited Kitano Ryu early in the morning.

Until the afternoon, Takahashi was stuck in the plan proposed by Kurokawa, the final draft handed in by Murasaki, and the preliminary draft received by Shin Mizuide. When Miyamoto came back from the outside, his face was full of joy.

"Director Takahashi." He walked to Takahashi's desk in three steps at a time, holding a brown file bag in his hand.

"I think Mr. Kitano's outline is very good!"

Takahashi put down the manuscript he was reading, took the outline he handed over, skimmed it roughly, and then frowned: "This won't work."

"Eh?"

Takahashi handed it back to Miyamoto: "It does have the personal characteristics of Mr. Ryu Kitano, but it can't completely make up for its shortcomings. Let Ono help you take a look."

"Ah... good." Miyamoto's expression became sluggish, and the excitement seemed to be completely extinguished by a pot of cold water.

For the outline that Miyamoto brought over, Ono browsed through it, and then took out the pencil in the pen holder. While looking carefully, he circled a few places on it, and explained to Miyamoto that the outline was not accepted. Reason for adoption.

Miyamoto listened in detail and even took notes.In Takahashi's eyes, he felt a little bit emotional, and immediately went back to the intense work.

Miyamoto, who listened carefully to Ono's explanation, seemed to have rekindled hope, and he walked in front of Takahashi.

"director!"

"Huh?" Takahashi licked the bangs covering his forehead, and looked at Miyamoto.

Miyamoto, who met his eyes, seemed to be stunned for a moment. He blinked and expressed his thoughts.

"I really still want this work to be featured in a magazine!"

"Ah, that's right, come on." Takahashi smiled and nodded.

"I'll work hard, then, I'll go to Kitano-sensei first." Miyamoto's eyes shimmered.

"Go on."

Miyamoto bowed, turned around, picked up his bag and set off again.

"Why didn't you stop him, Director?" Ono slumped on the office chair, questioning without image.

"Isn't it good for young people to be motivated? Take this opportunity to let him communicate with Mr. Kitano, but it is an opportunity to learn to be a good editor."

Takahashi looked down at the manuscript, and tapped the end of the pen held between his index finger and middle finger on the back of his hand.

"Don't get hurt..." Ono's mood was vaguely worried about being a parent.

Miyamoto and Kitano Ryu got in very quickly, which made Murasaki a little depressed.

"I, it took me two months to get on good terms with Kitano-sensei? I only got a compliment after two months. I was so happy at that time."

The Kanto cooking pot is gurgling, and the aroma of broth and ingredients is fused in the rising mist, presenting an ambiguous scene under the low-wattage warm yellow lamp tube.The boss looked down at his boiling pot, like an old monk in meditation.

Takahashi ate the boiled radish and showed approval to the boss, and the two exchanged smiles.

"Are you listening to me, Director?"

"Don't take it to heart, Murasaki. Use the mentality of the senior to watch the growth of the newcomer."

Murasaki sipped the sake in his cup depressedly, making a sizzling sound.Use chopsticks to poke the deep-fried tofu in the plate.

"To become a person like Director Takahashi, I may still be far away."

"Your words moved me very much." Takahashi was immersed in the complacency of being admired by his subordinates.

"Miyamoto, I forgave him because he's cute. So what am I doing now..."

"You have to go through the trough of life. Boss, please have a Chikuwa."

"Okay."

The boss swiftly scooped up the bamboo wheel rolling in the iron grid, and poured some soup into the plate, shining a warm golden luster.

"It looks delicious. Eat it, Murasaki, treat troubles like bamboo wheels, eat them in one go, and nothing will happen."

"Director Takahashi... Thank you. But, I hate Chikuwa." Murasaki said with emotion.

"Then I'll start."

Sending the confused Murasaki back home in a taxi, Takahashi stood still and watched the taillights of the taxi disappear from sight.

He sighed faintly.

"It's probably still a matter of face."

The night wind blows silently.

Ito has often encountered Miyamoto in the elevator recently.

As Takahashi said, Miyamoto is not tall, and with his cute face, he looks like a student.

He seemed to be completely ignorant of the confrontation between the two groups, and he always greeted with enthusiasm.

Occasionally, Ito would ask him about the purpose of going out, and he said it all without hiding anything.

"It's the first time I feel this way." Miyamoto's eyes were as warm as the sunshine in early summer.

Ito nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"Mr. Ryu Kitano's outline is really powerful, and I want it to grow into a novel. Although it is now rejected by Director Takahashi, one day I will let Director Takahashi nod to agree to its serialization!"

Ito has seen many newcomers like Miyamoto.What makes up for their lack of experience with enthusiasm for their work is probably the courage to move forward without fear.

However, the speed of disappearance is also like a meteor passing by by chance. Even if someone looks up and finds it, they will only have time to marvel. It will only burn after burning, leaving no traces.

"Really, come on."

"This answer is exactly the same as Director Takahashi's." Miyamoto looked at Ito with eyes as clear as a deer.

"Because I hope that you will grow up in the same mood." Yito smiled, and left the elevator first after the elevator dinged.

"As expected of Director Ito, handsome." Miyamoto seemed to have forgotten that he was a member of the Takahashi group.

Ito strode out of the building, his eyes slightly narrowed behind the lenses.