People Start Clocking in Tokyo

At this moment, Aoba is also very helpless. When he first tried to make coffee, he suddenly found that his skills [Proficient in Cooking] began to work. I didn’t expect that even coffee making can be counted in the cooking. This was an accidental discovery. Up.

"Asama-kun, you...this...are you lying to me?" Aragaki Kyouichiro looked at Asama Aoba with a puzzled look.

"It is indeed the first time I have tried to make coffee, and the utensils are also very strange to me. It is the first time I have come into contact with it. Maybe... it was demonstrated by Mr. Aragaki very well!" Aoba smiled and shook it. Shook his head.

"That's true." Aragaki Kyouichiro thought for a while. It was exactly like what he said. Asama-kun’s first movements were completely unfamiliar novices, but as he gradually began to touch the equipment at hand, the movements became Become more and more skilled.

Is this guy a genius?

"I didn't expect that Asama-kun would be so talented in this aspect, it really shocked me!" Aragaki Kyoichiro tasted the freshly brewed coffee and said with a look of surprise.

He looked at the young boy in front of him. He was able to make coffee that was more perfect than himself just for the first time. At this moment, Kyoichiro Aragaki suddenly wanted to curse. He just wanted to show off his craft at first, but he didn't expect to be educated once, so he was talking about life...

Aoba walked back to the seat and sat down again.

"Mr. Aragaki, are you alone in the store now? I remember that you said that before..." Aoba looked around suspiciously. He remembered that Mr. Aragaki had said before that his shop There are part-timers in it, why haven't I seen her appear for so long.

"Oh, you said that part-time lady, she will come here only at night." Aragaki Kyouichiro looked at the empty shop and laughed.

"So that's it!" Aoba nodded.

"Furthermore, my son and daughter-in-law are also busy with their work. Except for the granddaughter who often comes here, there are not many guests during the day, and they are always relatively quiet." Aragaki Kyoichiro's tone became calmer.

"Uh..." Qingye heard the loneliness from the old man's tone, and at the same time felt a strange emotion, as if she was unwilling and nostalgic.

Listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, there was a brief silence between the two.

Aoba put down the cup in her hand and looked around the decoration style of the store.

The style is a bit like those classic cafes on the streets of London, England. The light yellow lights under the glass cover above the head. Several brown wood tables and chairs are placed symmetrically in the store. The cabinets on the facing walls are lined with various styles of exquisite cups. The utensils and several coffee beans filled with glass jars are each labeled.

The pure wooden console next to it is also very British. Several leather high chairs are displayed side by side. The vertical grid wall skirt with the same color as the tables and chairs surrounds the wallpaper of the diamond grid pattern. These beige walls are illuminated by the lights. Under the illumination of the coffee shop, it shows a somewhat elegant atmosphere.

"How about this store, I personally designed and supervised the decoration before!" Noting Asama Aoba's gaze, Aragaki Kyouichiro proudly introduced everything in the store to the other party.

"Uniform color style, bright but not dazzling lighting, coupled with this soothing music, the overall atmosphere makes people feel particularly comfortable." Aoba looked at the retro gramophone placed in the corner and listened quietly.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, do you like this style too?" Seeing Asama-kun's expression, Aragaki Kyoichiro said in surprise.

"Yeah! It's just..." Aoba looked at the upright gramophone in confusion, her voice a little strange.

"Like the old-fashioned phonograph, because of the different electronic components and playback methods, it cannot be compared with modern music players in terms of the clarity of sound effects. But because of this, its sound can give the next to you. People have a unique sense of haziness. Some people think it is mist, while some people think it is a cradle. It is a resonance that cannot be felt in modern music players." Aoba said.

"It's just, why this retro phonograph..." Aoba was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, Asama-kun, it seems that you understand it, but you guessed it wrong. This phonograph is not a retro product, but a real antique." Aragaki Kyouichiro explained with a smile .

"A real antique?" Qingye was taken aback, then nodded clearly, no wonder there was such a sound.

"Yes, even the records on it are the same. Moritz Travis's early works were sold at the end of 1992. Because they were not well-known at the time, only a few dozen copies were sold." Aragaki Kyouichiro smiled Said.

"That's it!" Aoba rummaged through the knowledge of his skill [Instrument Proficiency], and finally found the Moritz Travis mentioned by Aragaki Kyouichiro. His work is indeed very good. Shao, and the song of the moon played now is his early work created for the joy of the birth of his loving daughter.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Aragaki can get such a rare thing." After Aoba checked his memory, after getting to know Moritz Travis, he admired the Aragaki Kyoichiro deeply, even so rare. Everything is available.

We must know that Moritz Travis almost mortgaged all of his own records in order to make his own records. Even with such a great effort, his works still cannot be understood by others. In the end, Moritz Travis lost everything. Lavis, in his room, ignited himself with alcohol, and at the same time burnt down the works and unsold records of that room.

Therefore, it is very rare to be able to collect an original Moritz Travis record.

"This is not something I can get. Although it belongs to me now, it originally belonged to the owner of this store's previous generation, even this vertical gramophone!" Aragaki Kyouichiro shook his head and looked at that one. Some old machines have fallen into certain memories.

Looking at Asama Aoba in front of him, he was just like he used to be. It was a few decades ago, one autumn afternoon, accompanied by the sky full of fallen leaves, he walked into this coffee shop, and its name at the time Not yet called [Bird's Song], that is, here, let him meet the man who changed his life.

"Master of the previous generation?" Qingye was stunned. It turned out that Mr. Aragaki was not its original master.

"Well, yes, I still have this shop in the room upstairs. I will show you the photos before I took over. Please wait here for a while, and I will be back soon." Aragaki Kyouichiro was very interested, and without waiting for Asama Aoba to say anything, he put down the coffee in his hand and went straight upstairs.

"Uh..." Aoba looked at the back of Mr. Xinyuan hurriedly leaving. That's what he said, but that's fine, at least it gave Aoba and him a chance to be alone.

"So..." Aoba took a sip of coffee, and then looked at the seat next to Aragaki Kyouichiro just now.

"Let's talk about it, what the **** are you?" Aoba asked suspiciously. A young blond woman was standing there, but her body was somewhat transparent, and she was still floating in mid-air.

"Can you see me?" The woman was stunned when she saw Asama Aoba's derivative.

"Obviously!" Aoba nodded.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone could see me again." The woman didn't mind Asama Aoba's rudeness, but looked at him a little excitedly.

"So, what on earth are you? A ghost?" Aoba asked suspiciously.

"My name is Leticia Travis. As for what I am currently, I don't actually know!" Leticia shook her head blankly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Leticia Travis? What is your relationship with Moritz Travis? "After hearing the woman's name, Aoba was taken aback for an instant, and then he remembered Moritz Travis, whom Mr. Aragaki had mentioned before.

"He... is my father!" Leticia said sadly.

"If you say that, you should have been an ordinary talent, right?" Aoba said in confusion.

"Yes." Leticia nodded.

Aoba looked at Leticia up and down, and she couldn't understand it. If she was a ghost, she didn't have any ghostly resentment.

Thinking of this, Qingye gently shook the bracelet on his wrist, and the next moment Qingling and Shiori appeared beside him one by one.

"Huh? Monster?"

"Huh? Spirit?"

"............"