People in Tokyo, the world is clear

However, at this moment, the distracted young man and woman did not notice a camera lens hidden in the crowd.

"Click."

Then, a photographer wearing a beret breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out of the crowd:

"I don't know, whether it was captured."

"Young and free voices... This title sounds good."

However, when he muttered to himself to this point, the poor photographer suddenly frowned.

"I hope I can win this time... Speaking of which, I'm really unlucky. Every time I compete, I run into that photo-taking king Xiangtian."

"You have no photographic soul! The captured moment is the soul of the photo!"

Chapter 81: Perfume

The morning of July 2nd.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds and onto the wide sidewalk, giving the dark blue asphalt a warm golden hue.

The air is filled with the aroma of fried food wafting from the snack shops that have just opened in the distance, evoking imaginations about the taste experience.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and groups of three or five merged into the sparse line of pedestrians.

The discussion and sighs also disappeared into the air.

Street performances are always like this: both the artists and the audience come and go quickly.

How many people will remember the scenes of the past few days?

Thinking of this, Qingshan Xiazhi took several deep breaths.

He picked up the pen nervously.

Facing the several clean blank notebooks of various shapes in front of him, his arms hung in the air, unable to move downwards.

Carefully, like cleaning for fear of breaking precious unfamiliar porcelain:

"Well, I don't know where to start."

"It's just a signature."

Lin Sen said a few words to comfort him.

It's a pity that perhaps she had never experienced such a scene before. The female singer raised her head and smiled embarrassedly at the fans who were still waiting in front of her, then scratched her head and muttered to herself about the details.

"My handwriting is not very good-looking."

"A signature isn't a work of calligraphy; the way the handwriting looks reflects the artist's style. It's better to be unique."

"Well... what should I write? My name? Our group name, Blue Coconuts? Should I write you, Xiaolin, too?"

"It's up to you..."

"Wow... I'm sorry, wait a moment!"

The female artist, who had wasted time again in self-discussion, had no choice but to continue to apologize to the audience who were waiting to get their autographs back.

Then, he pursed his lips nervously, concentrated, held his breath, opened his eyes wide, and wrote in every notebook stroke with a solemn attitude.

So the young people who were watching everything could no longer resist the urge to complain:

"When you were in school, you didn't even take your papers this seriously."

The remarks apparently amused several waiting fans.

Among them, the outgoing young people laughed and joked:

"Aoyama-san is unexpectedly interesting."

"But it's really touching that you're taking it so seriously. I originally just wanted an autograph as a souvenir, but now I might actually become a fan."

"Yeah yeah."

Simple sincerity is the most touching thing.

At least, in the end, the few people who received the autograph books handed back by the female singer with both hands did not have the impatience that worried her. Instead, they all left with satisfied expressions.

This also made the person who was observing the backs of these people breathe a sigh of relief:

"Finally done...eh?"

When I turned around, I found that the person next to me who was originally idle was now being disturbed.

Several young women with smiles on their faces surrounded the young man, handing him notes, waiting for him to sign them one by one.

It's probably something that took some time and effort.

It was not until the girls left that Lin Sen noticed the squinting expression on the face of his companion beside him.

"Hmm..." Her tone was strange, "Romance luck~"

"I was dragged into this by someone." Lin Sen stretched out his hand to clear the air around him, then took a deep breath to relax. "Just now, there was a mess of various perfumes mixed together, and I couldn't breathe."

"Isn't that a happy feeling?"

"Happy? No. I don't like that strong, unnatural scent."

Then Lin Sen saw someone's hand covering the bracelet around his other wrist.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, so I took a few steps forward and tapped someone on the shoulder with the back of my hand:

"Not you. Super sensitive code name is in place, right?"

"I know~" Xia Zhi squeezed out a strange voice, "A woman like me who likes to spray perfume randomly will consciously stay away from you."

"Is the drama happening again?"

"Pfft."

Perhaps amused by the young man's unbearable expression, Qingshan Xiazhi also laughed.

"But you've passed."

"What?"

"I don't mess around with other women."

After saying this subconsciously, she seemed to realize something was wrong.

He quickly continued, adding:

"Otherwise, I'll have to... tell Ito about it."

"Stop it."

It was almost noon.

After packing up the equipment I brought, I packed them into large and small bags and took them home.

Perhaps because of today's experience, Miss Qingshan was in a good mood and was particularly talkative.

Find a topic here and there:

"What did you just sign in the notebook for those women?"

"What do you think?"

"Let me guess...your name, incidental time, and hotel room number?"

"Good good."

"Hey...are you angry?"

"."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I apologize! So, what is it? Speak curiously."

"Blue coconut."

"this one?"

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"Ah."

"what..."

The young woman was once again overcome by an inexplicable joy. She hummed two recently practiced tunes and walked silently for a long distance, her equipment in hand.

After being immersed for a while, he recovered and turned his head to stare at me again:

"Speaking of which, doesn't Xiaolin like the smell of perfume?"

"I'm still struggling with this issue."

Lin Sen stared over and sighed deeply.

The attitude of adults towards naive children obviously aroused some dissatisfaction in someone.

She stamped on the sidewalk bricks:

"You can't even ask! If you hate it, I'll be more careful next time. Otherwise, I'll ruin my impression in the eyes of my agent."

"Let me put it this way, I really don't like unfamiliar scents."

"Then I will..."

"Stop. Do you consider yourself a stranger, Qingshan?"

"..."

"Don't always put yourself in a role that will be hated."

Lin Sen sighed:

"You're not the one surrounded by those ladies just now. They obviously put a lot of thought into the collar and sleeves. When they surrounded you, the smells mixed together... and since you're not familiar with them, your first reaction is of course to resist."

After explaining this, the young man glared at the dazed people around him:

"Can you do the same? This is really messed up, you're so tangled up in this and that... Do you really have to portray me as someone who hates you, and then just be a pathetic person who feels sorry for himself?"

"Uh, this."

"Qingshan Xiazhi, speak!"

"Wrong."

So the female singer who was severely tortured shut up at the speed of light.

Then, after a while, as if he was savoring something, he secretly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Lin Sen was too lazy to pay attention to her.

However, when I returned to the rental house, I paid some attention to some details.

Soon a bottle of something was found on the low table against the wall.

He picked it up, ran to Miss Xiazhi, and sprayed her with it as she was still sorting out the equipment she had brought back and was caught off guard.

Then, amidst someone's shouting, he placed the bottle of perfume on the living room table and let her chase after him and quickly snatch it back:

"Speaking of which, you have a good eye for perfume. This one is indeed the lightest scent I've ever seen."

"..."

"Wow!"

Lin Sen stretched out his hand to block the retaliatory spray of someone, "Perfume is free?"

"Anyway, I'm not responsible for the daily expenses now! Isn't the taste very light? Then make it stronger! Xiao Linsen!"

"Stop meowing..."

So in the end, the young man raised his sleeves with a bitter face and smelled the fragrance of flowers all over his body.

The helpless expression made the culprit next to him laugh, and he came over and sniffed his shirt without thinking.

"Now it's Xiang Xiang's baby...Ah!"

The mischief was promptly punished.

Her shoulders were pressed against the table, and she subconsciously reached out to block the perfume bottle raised by the other man to resist his attack.

However, when the young man and woman looking down and the young man looking up met each other's eyes, they both fell into a trance.