People in Tokyo, the world is clear

I quickly fell silent, quietly adjusted my breathing, and secretly sniffed the refreshing scent on my clothes.

Listen to him speak.

At this moment, the vibration started from the vocal cords, passed along the arms, and made the girl's body resonate.

A bit of a numb feeling, but surprisingly reassuring:

"Movies, especially short films, require a sound structure. If the images and plot are too intense at the beginning, the expressive effect of the climax will be greatly reduced."

"Your song sets a very low tone, and the combination of lyrics and music helps the audience quietly get to know the characters."

"Really, it's great...that kind of visual feeling."

"Of course, the expression is limited by the guitar, and there are some flaws. But these are easy to fix. Just add other instruments to the mix and it'll be fine."

It was not until the conclusion was reached that the young man realized the recklessness of his actions.

㈨五０一8○9０㈨

It was just right, giving Miss Qingshan enough time to adjust.

It allowed her to stare at him beside her and teasingly call out his name:

"Xiao Lin~"

"...too excited, my question."

The young man was a little panicked, but he still stood up calmly, opened the curtains, and raised his hands to shield his eyes from the slowly rising morning sun.

"It's already early morning? Time flies."

"Yeah. It seems like, before I knew it, I was waiting with Xiaolin until the sky turned white."

"Did you learn this expression technique so quickly?"

"whee."

But.

I mean, if only time could go by a little slower...

Miss Qingshan did not say this out loud.

Chapter 5 She's Always There (K)

Fish belly white.

The color is between white and light pink, and it is named because it resembles the belly of a fish.

People often use this word to describe the early morning sky.

It’s indeed appropriate.

A hazy and dreamy light slowly seeped out from the horizon, gradually becoming fainter and fainter, and soaking into the bright blue sky.

It seems that the whole heart and spirit are gradually awakening with the sunrise.

So in the early morning in front of the fish shop in the grocery street, Lin Sen picked out a big white fish that would complement the picture of the rising sun above his head.

The strong, fresh smell of blood slowly seeped into my nose. Fortunately, the mask I was wearing blocked out some of the smell.

"That's it."

I had planned to take advantage of the cool morning to remove the scales right there in Miss Qingshan's rented house, waiting to have dinner in the evening.

But there was something else to do in the morning.

Therefore, I had to put the big fish in the pool in the small kitchen, rinse it with water and put it aside.

"Well, I'm going out first."

"Do you want me to take care of it...I used to help mom like this when I was at home."

When I closed the kitchen door, a girl was still there raising her hand and volunteering.

Then Lin Sen patted him on the shoulder, pushed him back into the small living room.

"Write your song well. Come back tonight and I'll check your homework, Qingshan."

"Inspiration isn't something you can just find!"

"Then don't waste your time on this kind of tedious work that doesn't bring you any inspiration."

After some tugging, Lin Sen placed the breakfast he had bought on the table.

"It's still hot, don't worry. You can eat it later, after 7am."

"Xiaolin, what about yours?"

"I'm not hungry at all. Maybe I'll go back and take a nap, then bring Ito along to eat later."

Miss Qingshan responded to the plan revealed by Lin Sen with ridicule.

"I didn't realize it. Xiaolin has become a big star. It seems that from now on, it won't be so easy to have breakfast together."

"Is he just a big star?"

However, one thing is true: I've been feeling really busy lately.

My schedule is packed, so packed that when I finally get my body moving after sitting idle for so long, I feel a bit stuck.

The people and things around me seem more and more unfamiliar.

Fortunately, there is always a kind of vague familiarity that can always linger -

When you push open the door of the Udon noodle shop, you are greeted by the familiar hot steam and aroma of noodles.

Noodle shop owner Fujiwara Ichimine joked:

"It's been ages since I've seen you two here. I thought you'd forgotten about this!"

"Not really."

"What about this time? One bowl or two bowls?"

“Two bowls!”

"Hey, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better."

I vaguely remember that when I first stepped into this noodle shop about two months ago, I was penniless and had to share a bowl with Ms. Ito next to me.

Now, I can each have a bowl with this kind and lovely child.

It wasn't a huge change, but it still made me feel a sense of nostalgia. It seemed like it was only the end of March this year, but it was already a long time ago.

"Later, let's go check on Yuzuru first. Ito hasn't seen her club yet, right?"

"Yes..."

Miss Ito was already slurping up the noodles. When she heard Lin Sen speak, she opened her large, still hazy eyes and looked over, humming and nodding while holding the uncut noodles in her mouth.

After finishing his meal slowly, he put his chopsticks into the remaining noodles, freeing his hands and mouth.

"For the past two days, Kurosawa has been stuck on the third chapter after the beginning. She's rejected several drafts. I was... a little worried about her, so I didn't get away."

"...How come I don't know about this?"

"what!"

The girl with short hair finally reacted and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"It's broken. Kurosawa, please don't tell me..."

"Well, I've already said it all. I might as well finish it."

"Woo..."

The girl sighed softly and reached out to smooth the short hair on her cheek.

He slowly recounted the recent troubles caused by a large wild dog.

Novel qun 九㈤零⒈捌○⑨○九

It wasn't a big deal, actually. It was just that my lack of experience made it extremely difficult to create the extroverted manga character I envisioned.

My mentality gradually became unbalanced. Later, when I started drawing, my hands would shake, so that the characters I drew were all crooked and shapeless.

Failed apprentice manga artist Kurosawa Rina was feeling dissatisfied with herself. Inexplicably, she felt a surge of stubbornness and decided to persevere and draw a few more drafts, slowly adjusting her style.

"Actually, judging from Kurosawa's condition, there shouldn't be any major problems. He didn't want too many people to know about this. He probably felt that the draft he drew was too embarrassing and didn't want more people to know about it."

He should have been relieved, but what Miss Ito kept talking about piqued Lin Sen's interest in another way.

"So, Ito Kurosawa, what exactly are her drawings like these past few days? She's so embarrassed that she can't even face anyone."

"Um..."

Ms. Ito blinked, looking as if she was trying to recall something. However, after a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her head and her body began to tremble slightly.

"Pfft..."

Well, judging from this reaction, it is probably really embarrassing.

Lin Sen wanted to inquire further, but was interrupted by Miss Ito's light punch.

"No, no, no! Asking any more would be too much, Senior! I'm angry!"

"alright."

The topic gradually became cheerful.

It even attracted a figure from inside the store to stand by the table.

"Um, you two..."

"what?"

Turning around, a middle-aged woman suddenly appeared beside him.

There was a soothing smile on his face, and he looked a bit happy. Probably, it came from observing the interaction between the two people just now.

Put down the two plates in your hands.

"I made two extra eggs, I'll give them to you two."

"what?"

Stunned at the same time.

The next second, the young man and the girl raised their hands synchronously and began to wave:

“No, no…”

"That's not necessary."

The tacit actions made the proprietress, Mrs. Fujiwara, smile even brighter.

"It's early in the morning, so there aren't many customers in the store. I've already made it, so please don't be polite."

All in all, in the end, the two children were successfully persuaded to accept the gift.

Then, the proprietress hid in the kitchen and grabbed her husband who was sitting on a small stool, holding the cup and sipping tea with squinting eyes.

"I haven't seen him for over a month. I feel like the boy is in much better spirits."

"You should be well-off now."

Fujiwara Ichimine added, "That kid's paying for the noodles now, so we're not even sharing a bowl. More importantly, the clothes... I recognize the brand of that kid's new shirt. It's not a famous brand, but it's not cheap!"

Mrs. Fujiwara laughed:

"That's wonderful. I still remember the first time they came to the store to eat noodles. Have we witnessed a story of redemption? For that girl, to give her a better life, the boy decided to pick himself up and work hard for his beloved, ah..."

She held up her face and filled in the details of the story that she had only half seen.

The heart of the no longer young woman was still sensitive and gentle. Fujiwara Ichimine, who was standing by, just shook his head.

Try to interrupt your wife's weird fantasies in a more realistic way.

Just cough a few times:

"I'm happy, but that guy is obviously rich now. I guess he won't come to our cheap place to eat again."

"People always strive for higher things. Even if they don't come, we should be happy for them. Besides, you old man are always too pessimistic."