People in Tokyo, the world is clear

He told a certain flamingo his plan in detail, and gradually dispelled some of the emotions in her eyes.

What a kindhearted person, this woman.

Similar to Lin Sen, she hopes that kind people can have a good outcome - this is probably the reason why she and I have such a strange but memorable story.

Lin Sen was lucky to have such a friend. This was one of the many things one desired in life.

And then some sighs arise.

however--

The subsequent discussions did not seem to be terminated as Lin Sen wished.

because.

"Then there is the most important question, which remains unexplained."

"what?"

Somewhat surprised, he raised his eyes and found that the woman in front of him had her hands on the table.

Sit upright.

"What are you thinking about? About friends, about love, about marriage."

Sasagawa Rio narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Although we're not close, it seems like I'm the one telling you about my own things. Isn't that unfair?"

At this moment, there was a sincere light in his eyes:

"Just make a request. Tell me something about yourself. I want to know."

Chapter 4 Love, Marriage, and the Right Person

It's an interesting thing.

Since his rebirth and travel through time, the several friends of the opposite sex he met seemed to have discussed matters such as love and marriage with Lin Sen.

Either talk about it passively or mention it to him actively.

These three or two things are indeed important life events that can occupy a considerable weight in one's heart. Especially in this country and in this era.

But it still feels a bit magical when you think about it.

A few days ago, Qingshan casually mentioned his desire for a life partner. He even mentioned his name in his sleep after falling asleep due to a low-alcohol drink.

Today, a certain flamingo who always looked lonely actually took the initiative to talk to me about such private life topics.

Lin Sen claimed that he was not a dull person without any sensitivity, nor was he a performer who pretended to be blind.

Naturally, guesses and premonitions will arise.

Or, in other words, a possible illusion - could it be that they like me?

It's probably a kind of self-righteousness. However, it's normal to feel this way.

There is a saying that goes, things will change over time.

For single men and women with normal sexual orientation, if they feel that the other person has qualities worthy of recognition and that the other person's appearance and temperament do not deviate from the lower limit of aesthetic standards during the process of getting along with each other, then it is normal to have some thoughts.

In his previous life, Lin Sen was a professional player, living and eating at the club's base with his older teammates. After retirement, his daily routine consisted of spending time with his family and traveling, rarely interacting with people of the opposite sex his own age. Back then, he didn't quite understand the ins and outs of the game.

But in this life, I have a lovely, innocent, and childlike neighbor. At some point, probably in the first month or two of our acquaintance, I experienced that slightly fluttering feeling.

But, should I just give in to my own desires and do something based on my inner impulses?

This might be an option, but Lin Sen was not very willing to do so.

Of course, he is also a human being, with emotions and desires, and needs.

However, I still remember one sentence clearly:

"The sober and rational are afraid of love. And, among them, the more resolute and powerful the being, the more in awe of happiness."

That sounds like a strange statement.

To the extent that even the female editor sitting opposite had an expression as if she had heard some nonsense.

She stared at Lin Sen's face, then picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

Opening:

"What makes Tyrant-kun think so?"

"Because, for me now, love and happiness are things that require a lifetime of cultivation. Even if you meet the love of your life on a fortunate day, the relationship will inevitably end for various reasons. For example, before even taking the first step towards marriage, you become a clown. Or, after confirming the relationship, your personalities erode each other, making it difficult to mesh. Or, after deciding to enter into a marriage contract, one party dies in an accident, or they both flee in the face of disaster. Or, after fortunately growing old together, one party succumbs to illness first. The longer these processes take, the more painful and unbearable they become."

This sentence made Sasagawa Riya thoughtful.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked again:

"So, for this reason, are you rejecting happiness?"

"It's not a rejection."

Lin Sen pinched his chin. "Actually, I've thought about it. Maybe there really is someone suitable who can help me overcome this. That would be wonderful, of course, but... the probability is like a lottery, you know. There's no guarantee."

The young man raised his hand and gestured briefly to the woman in front of him, slowly conveying his meaning:

"This is a very costly multiple-choice question. There could be several, dozens, or even hundreds of options. But for me, if I make the wrong choice just a few times, my life would be over. The Xiao Linsen before didn't think this through clearly. So, after being a clown four times, as you can see, I ended up wanting to commit suicide to find relief. With this previous experience, my failed suicide attempt, and my rebirth as Xiao Linsen, I decided that instead of agonizing over careful choices, I'd just go for it."

Having said this, Lin Sen took a deep breath and raised the emphasis of his tone.

He said:

"I no longer have the extravagant hope of meeting the right person. My current loneliness and future are not a big deal to me. I don't have any big aspirations in life, I just want to witness a few happy stories as a bystander. So, if I choose to give up the possibility of marriage and love, and have a few close friends who can provide mutual guidance, and manage my own life independently, then there's nothing wrong with that. Don't you agree?"

"..."

It seemed that the woman sitting opposite him was indeed listening carefully to Lin Sen's speech.

She propped up her chin, turned away her somewhat distracted gaze, and began to slowly sort out the somewhat tortuous logic.

In an instant, the only sounds in the room were the breathing of the two people.

The only background music was the buzzing of a large train carrying passengers to catch their flights outside the window.

Then, Lin Sen heard someone speak softly.

"But, if, perhaps, there really is someone beside Pessimistic-kun who is the most suitable person to spend your life with. And you, because of this attitude, missed that person. Wouldn't that be a regret?"

"So it exists? Then who is it?"

Lin Sen sat up straight and stared at the editor. "You? Sasakawa Rimei?"

"?"

For a moment, a woman's hand under the table trembled and her breathing stopped.

But soon, she reacted, gritted her teeth, and made an expression of extreme disgust.

"To some extent, it also testifies to Mr. Youni's outspokenness and shamelessness."

"The lower part is my protective color."

Lin Sen took in the flamingo's intense reaction and burst out laughing.

"I won't deny that I actually have a good feeling about Editor Sasakawa. After all, you're a very beautiful person with a good personality."

"!"

Sasakawa Rimei was stunned. Then, suppressing his surprise, he stared at the face of the person sitting opposite him.

However, he just looked at me calmly, and there seemed to be no other emotions in his eyes except a simple smile.

他 说:

"Should I try to take our relationship to the next level because of these factors? My current decision is no. Because, for me, if the two of us ultimately prove to be incompatible, not only will I be hurt, but you too, and so will our friendship. But thinking back, instead of pursuing such a high probability of a bad outcome, it's better to maintain the status quo. At least, for now, we appreciate each other, have a moderate amount of concern for each other, and can often discuss and joke calmly. Isn't that great? As the old saying goes, a gentleman's friendship is purer than water. Has Editor Sasakawa read this Zhuangzi?"

"I."

Sasagawa Rimei stared at the man in front of her in a daze, as if meeting him all over again.

Xiao Linsen - what an amazing person.

Whether it's his behavior or his personality, he always gives people a sense of being different.

The woman sighed in her heart, but on the surface, she maintained the attitude she had long been accustomed to.

She frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes:

"From your tone, it seems that in Xiang Zi Ran Jun's eyes, as long as you want to make a move, I will be your easy prey."

This sentence made the young man laugh unrestrainedly, which was rare.

"I wouldn't dare. It's just an example."

"Giving vent to the dark and chaotic desires of your heart through pretentious assumptions?"

"Why, even if it's true, Editor Sasagawa is going to accept it? We've already registered as husband and wife, so it seems only natural that we can make progress... What's that called, get on the bus first and buy the ticket later?"

As the words fell, Lin Sen saw the female editor's hand reaching for the storage box on the table.

Skillfully pulled out a pair of scissors:

Free skirt 50⒈8

"I see. Aren't you going to pretend anymore? It just so happens that I've been improving my scissoring skills lately."

"Too horrible. He actually learned such a secret fighting technique. I surrender and leave it to your fate."

The pranks they played on each other finally subsided as the sun rose in the sky outside the window.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch.

Lin Sen wanted to pretend to be involved in lunch, but he was quickly pushed out with his free hand by the thin woman who surrounded the kitchen and held a kitchen knife.

"Could you please, Amateur Actor, put away your strange desire to perform?"

"That being said, it's fine if she doesn't kick me out, but once she pushes me out, it's like I've suddenly become that kind of virtuous wife who kicks her husband out of the kitchen with a veneer of disapproval, Editor Sasakawa."

The teasing conversation, which hadn't yet concluded, made the woman's cheek twitch, and she made a clicking sound. She turned around and faced him, holding the upright kitchen knife high above her head with both hands.

"That's less off-putting than a scene of a loving couple lovingly collaborating on a cooking project. Also, are you going out?"

"Please cook, Miss Samurai."

After that, it’s a daily process without much explanation.

The slight warmth of the fire mixed with the gradually warming air, carrying the fragrance of potatoes, cabbage and eggplant, and slowly spread throughout the old rented house that had been there for some time.

"When did Editor Sasagawa learn about these dishes? Is there...butter in this potato? And white sesame seeds in the cabbage?"

"I subscribe to a lifestyle magazine. It occasionally has notes in it. If there's a dish you don't like, please let me know. That way, when Picky comes over next time, I'll make sure to make sure it's cooked for you every meal."

"It all seems pretty good. Nothing to dislike."

"Got it. Next time, I'll put a few raw potatoes on your plate for you, the vegetarian or nonvegetarian, to nibble on."

"Yes, I love potatoes."

All in all, it was a simple but delicious lunch. Although it was more Japanese food, I couldn't say it was disgusting.

I thought we would part ways after this silent lunch, but I didn't expect that when I was clearing the dishes and preparing to wash them, I heard a new question.

"So, Mr. Itsuki's attitude towards me, you admire it?"

"This is it."

Lin Sen looked up and glanced at the woman sitting across the table.

He was still flipping through the newly acquired book, staring intently at the pages, as if asking casually.

So, I answered calmly:

"Maybe more than? With a little recognition."

"Ah."

The woman hummed in understanding, seemingly unperturbed. Then, she continued, as if chatting casually:

"What about the others, who you consider friends? How do you view them? For example, Qingshan, who I just mentioned, or, there's another one..."

"The girl who was the prototype for 'Night Run', right?"

"...yes."