Tokyo Literary Godfather

Chapter 202 What happened to her today?

The seats for the three people are numbered consecutively. Arima Katsura is seated at No. 7, Inoue Mori sits directly at No. 8, and Kei Fujiwara has to sit at No. 9, with Inoue Mori sitting between Arima Guixiang and Inoue Mori.

Arima Guixiang still looked at Inoue Morimata with a smile, but she raised an eyebrow subconsciously.

Before the performance started, Fujiwara Keixian and Arima Keika started chatting: "How about the new movie? When will it start filming?"

"I'm reading the script now, and I'm going to start it next week." Arima Guixiang said, "It feels like a dream. I feel like I was still reading your book at this time last year, feeling the fate of the characters in the book, and now I have directly become the character in the book. figure."

"Life encounters are amazing, right? At that time, I was also writing novels in a small rented house. At that time, I didn't expect that in just one year, those crooked words on the paper would soon become real images and be presented to the audience. .”

"Yeah, I still remember that you were an AD at that time, that guy Hayato Kimura was injured, and you were his stand-in to play with me. You forgot, you still confessed to me at that time ." Arima Guixiang said in a joking tone, "I also want to thank you. You saved me during the earthquake..."

"It's a little effort..." Kei Fujiwara was a little embarrassed, because it was just an accident that he pulled Arima Guixiang away at that time. Played a big role during the holidays.

At this time, Arima Guixiang suddenly leaned over, directly passed Inoue Mori, and reached out to caress Fujiwara Kei's arm, "By the way, I remember your arm was scratched by the fallen lamp stand, which one came from?" Up?"

"Left hand," Kei Fujiwara said, now with a centipede-shaped scar on his arm.

"Then won't you blame me in your heart when you see this scar?" Arima Guixiang said in a teasing tone, and then stroked Kei Fujiwara's sleeve intentionally or unintentionally with her finger.

Inoue Mori looked straight ahead with an expressionless expression, his hands gently resting on his knees, as if he turned a blind eye to the actions of these two people.

Arima Keixiang glanced at Kei Fujiwara's collar and said, "Fujiwara-kun, is the tie you are wearing now the one I gave you before?"

Fujiwara Kei lowered his head and glanced. In fact, he didn't deliberately choose this tie. He just happened to pick this tie among a bunch of ties.

"Ah, it should be..."

"What should be, is what it is, that's why he is so handsome. Oops, it's a bit crooked..."

With that said, Arima Keika's body squeezed in again, and her soft breasts were almost touching Inoue Morimata's face.

Inoue Mori opened his eyes wide again, his pupils trembled slightly, and he felt that his place of refuge was being squeezed bit by bit by Arima Keika next to him.

Arima Keixiang lifted her buttocks halfway and adjusted Fujiwara Kei's tie. Fujiwara Kei couldn't help but look at her with his eyes.

What happened to her today? Feeling bitch...

Arima Keika raised her eyes and glanced at Fujiwara Kei. Their eyes met. Arima Keika suddenly felt a little embarrassed and sat back on the chair.

Soon, a beam of light hit the stage, the curtain gradually opened, and the performance began.

Abe Onmyoji, played by Arimasai, has appeared. This should be an adapted drama. The lines and plot are very novel. Arimasai should have spent a lot of effort on today's performance, regardless of the lines and actions. They are all very skillful.

During the performance, Arimasai frequently looked down the stage, his eyes scanning Inoue Morita over and over again.

Konemon Matsumoto also came to help. After the performance of more than an hour, the audience burst into applause.

Kei Fujiwara took Moriya Inoue and went backstage with Guixiang Arima. After seeing the three of them, Kei Arima greeted them with a smile: "Hello Mr. Fujiwara, Inoue, you are here too."

Inoue Mori nodded again: "The performance is wonderful, congratulations."

"Haha, I have practiced hard for a long time for today's stage." Said Arimama said proudly. His performance today was indeed very good. Even a professional kabuki actor could not find any fault with him, and behind it was the hard work of countless people.

"Masai's performance was indeed good today." At this time, Konemon Matsumoto came over. After seeing Kei Fujiwara, he directly extended his hand: "Teacher Fujiwara, thank you for your support."

Kei Fujiwara smiled and shook hands with the other party: "Mr. Matsumoto, my son has already begun to possess your grace on stage, and he may be able to surpass you in the future."

"Haha, I hope so, but it's still early!" Konoemon Matsumoto laughed.

At this time, he noticed Inoue Morimata standing next to Fujiwara Kei, and extended his hand to her: "This is Ms. Inoue, I have been watching your drama not long ago, it is really exciting."

"Thank you, Mr. Matsumoto." Morimata Inoue stretched out his hand and shook Matsumoto Konemon's hand like a young adult.

Matsumoto Konemon saw a little bit of his daughter in Inoue Morimata, and he liked it. Seeing that it was a little late, he proposed that everyone go to have a casual meal together.

Fujiwara Kei didn't refuse. Maybe he will film the second season of "Furuhata Jinsaburo" in the near future, and he will also be needed to help introduce some Kabuki actors with good acting skills who are suitable for transitioning into film and television performances. The relationship will continue to be maintained.

After the Arima father and son took off their makeup, a group of people came to a high-end cafeteria in Shinjuku. [White Crane House]’s source of income is not only theater performances, but also a lot of industries. They are all over Shinjuku. There are several theaters and bars on the Golden Street. shareholding industry. And this cafeteria is also an asset under the name of Ma Guixiang. It was a gift from Matsumoto Konoemon to her when she was 20, but she didn't come here very often and left it to a professional manager to take care of it.

Kei Fujiwara was chatting with Konoemon Matsumoto at the dinner table, and Arimasai pretended to sit next to Moriya Inoue casually, and started talking to her about leisure.

"Have you grown taller recently?" Youma Jianzhai looked at Inoue Mori and asked again. He felt that four months ago Inoue was only as tall as his nose tip, but now it has reached his forehead, and it might be taller than that in a while. He did.

"Yeah." Inoue Mori nodded again, "It's five centimeters taller."

"It's almost as tall as I am..." Arima Jianzhai muttered.

Inoue Mori turned to look at him again: "Aren't you tall?"

You Ma Jianzhai blushed, "I'm a boy, and boys develop later than girls!"

"But you are two years older than me."

You Ma Jianzhai muttered: "Anyway, I will definitely be taller than you..."

Although the Japanese prefer girls with relatively petite stature, 1.5 meters is a perfect height, but at the same time, the Japanese also attach great importance to the height of men. In the 1930s, the Japanese were known for their short stature. The average height of men was only 156 cm. But later, the Japanese government began to pay attention to the physical problems of the Japanese and provided free nutritious lunches for minors.

Driven by the policy, Japanese men have grown about 15 centimeters in a century, creating a physical miracle. By the 1990s, the average height of 18-year-old Japanese teenagers had reached 1.7 meters, much higher than that of China and South Korea at the same time.

But after the 1990s, the height of the Japanese has become shorter again... So the generation of Ma Jiansai should be the generation with the highest average height of the Japanese.

The biggest secret loss that Japan has ever suffered in terms of height was undoubtedly the photo of an American five-star general and the then Emperor Hirohito in a newspaper in 1945.

His Majesty the Emperor, who has always been extremely sacred in the hearts of the people, lowered his head completely next to the tall American general, which made many Japanese people realize: The Emperor is just an ordinary person, no different from us. The Americans are tall and brave and defeated us. Maybe they are the gods.

Later, the U.S. military took full control of Japan, until now.

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