Tokyo bubble life

People in the salon come and go freely,

Everyone is busy making contacts, expanding resources,

At worst, you have to be familiar with the bosses in the circle,

No one will pay much attention to the two young people sitting in the corner.

Naoki Yongshan chatted endlessly for more than an hour with this future famous writer whom he just met,

Until the people in the salon started to leave slowly.

Morikawa Kuniji finally remembered that there was another person he brought over at the meeting place, and he glanced at him before finding him in the corner.

"Naoki-san, I've also made new friends!" Kuniji Morikawa walked to the side of the two, and looked at the other person a little bit, looking very introverted.

"Haha, the writer I just met, chatted for a while."

Haruki Murakami nodded towards Kuniji Morikawa, without speaking.

Realizing that Haruki Murakami doesn't like socializing, Naoki Nagayama didn't want to introduce him to Kuniji Morikawa: "Bunji-san, is the salon coming to an end?"

"Yes, it's almost time to leave. Will Naoki-san go with me?"

"Of course, you sent me here, so of course you have to be responsible for sending me back."

After Yongshan Naoki finished speaking to Morikawa Kuniji, he looked at Murakami Haruki again: "Haruki-san, then let's say goodbye today!"

"Well, Naoki-san, let's talk about it if we have a chance!"

The two left the salon venue and found the black bus that had been waiting in the parking lot.

"Naoki-san, the new friend seems to be very shy~ Talking is also very interesting, let's talk about it if we have a chance."

"Yeah, very interesting guy~"

The future is the master of Japanese literature!

It was already past 5 pm when we returned to Yamazakura-in.

After saying goodbye to Kuniji Morikawa, Naoki Nagayama returned home,

Normally Naoki Yongshan has already started making dinner at this time, but this afternoon he ate a lot, so he probably doesn't need to eat any more dinner.

Putting on a set of casual clothes, Naoki Yongshan sank into the soft sofa in the living room,

It was getting dark gradually, and under the warm yellow light, the dark-toned living room still looked cold.

Don't want to watch TV, don't want to read, don't want to go to bed early,

What should you do to pass the time?

I just met Haruki Murakami in the afternoon, and I thought of his famous song "Norwegian Wood". What does the Beatles' original song look like?

Naoki Yongshan hurriedly searched in a box of records he bought earlier,

bruce, bruce, this is bruce, oh this is citypop

There is no rock in the classic record recommended by the shopkeeper? No Beatles?

This has to be a bad review!

Naoki Yongshan completely forgot that he only wanted these two styles of records at the beginning~

The idea of ​​listening to music has been aroused in my heart. If I can't satisfy it, it will cause my thoughts to be blocked. Then what is the use of me earning so much money? !

It was not completely dark yet, so I quickly put on my shoes, ran to the garage and drove out my car. Naoki Naoyama was going to Shimokitazawa to find trouble with the record store manager!

At the end of the year, Tokyo is still very lively at night, and Chiyoda District is relatively quiet after get off work, but once you enter Shibuya, the atmosphere of feasting and feasting suddenly rises.

Both sides of the road are full of colorful neon lights. The aroma of roadside stalls, the smell of alcohol in izakaya, the popularity of nightclubs, and the smell of makeup in dance halls are all intertwined. A colorful vision.

There is not a lot of traffic during the evening rush hour, and sometimes it takes more than ten minutes to wait at an intersection, and the congestion of later generations can be seen at this time.

He seldom drives out at night. Naoki Nagayama took nearly an hour to drive from Chiyoda to Shimokitazawa in Seyeda today. The long journey almost made him think he was driving back to his hometown.

If you still can't buy the original record of "Norwegian Wood" after spending so much effort, then you really have to lose your mind.

My anticipation for the record is a little more.

There are still many people hanging out in Shimokitazawa at night, and the record store I visited before is still open.

Naoki Naoyama pushed the door aggressively and went in, startling the boss,

But the boss calmed down as soon as he spoke:

"Boss, are there any classic rock records?"

"What style of rock and roll do you want, brother?"

"The Beatles!"

Well, it's more precise now.

Seeing that there would be another big order before the end of get off work, the store manager also cheered up. While looking for Beatles records for Naoki Naoyama, he introduced Elvis Presley, Rolling Stones, Queen, etc. to him.

Naoki Yongshan found that the store manager put more and more records on the counter

"Store manager Sang, wait a moment."

"What's the matter? Are these records unsatisfactory?"

"No, actually I'm not very interested in rock and roll itself, I prefer folk songs, these." Naoki Yongshan originally wanted to use this as an excuse to ask the store manager to put back some photos, but the store manager was even happier.

"Folk songs, right! It's the same interest as mine!"

Then put on piles of classic folk records at a faster speed.

In the cold night, Naoki Yongshan left the store with a cardboard box of records and an empty wallet.

Looking back at the signboard, it says "Record Assassin\

,"Sure enough, this knife is unstoppable.

Put the boxes full of records and tapes in the back seat, start the sports car and drive to Chiyoda,

Naoki Yongshan casually touched a tape from the box and stuffed it into the car stereo.

After a while, the soothing melody sounded,

This is an American Tennessee Waltz,

Is this a ballad? Or country? Did the store manager lie to me?

Naoki Yongshan thought for a while, but couldn't tell the difference at all, but forget it, it's fine~

There is a lot of empty space on the way back,

Most of the time, there is only one car on the quiet road, and occasionally a few cars drive by quickly.

When I thought I could get home so smoothly, suddenly there was a roaring motor sound from behind, and three obviously modified motorcycles roared past from behind.

"A bosozoku?"

Looking at the inexplicable words such as "noisy and superior" and "I am the only one in the sky and the world" written on the iconic leather jackets of several people,

"Riding a motorcycle outside in the cold weather, the leather jacket doesn't look very thick, aren't you cold?"

But after driving for so long, it is really interesting to finally see one of the characteristics of Tokyo.

As the road enters the urban area, there is more and more traffic on the road,

Just when he was fast forwarding to Shibuya, Naoki Naoyama saw these three motorcycles again,

Waiting for traffic lights like other cars

When I got to the next traffic light intersection, I had already stopped beside them. Naoki Naoyama glanced at them and couldn't help laughing~

The little girl sitting in the back row of the motorcycle saw Naoki Naoki's smile through the glass, and patted the window glass arrogantly.

"What are you laughing at! Come on duck~" The ejection sound was still decent.

Seeing the bosozoku next to them all looked over, it seems that if one is not careful, there will be a conflict,

Naoki Yongshan rolled down the car window, smiled at the young lady, and then extended his thumb:

"Very handsome!"

Then when the green light came on, he started the car and continued to move forward.

Several young bosozoku were confused by this move, what kind of operation is this?

Isn't it provocative?

Shouldn't there be scolding, racing, and fighting next?

The simplest way is to just ignore it, or let us scold it~

How did it become a compliment? ?

Speaking of being praised as handsome, I am a little happy~

The little sister was fascinated by Naoki Yongshan's smile, and realized that he had already left.

All I can say is:

"You still need to say it!"