Reborn Tokyo Golden Age.

Chapter 50
Takeshi Kitano in front of him was still wrestling with crabs, and his forehead was covered with sweat due to the hot weather.

Seeing how he gritted his teeth, Bai Chuanfeng suddenly felt that Takeshi Kitano, who had such a rich expression, must have rich and delicate emotions in his heart.

When Kitano noticed him in his previous life, Takeshi had always had that paralyzed expression on his face.

Under such a numb expression, there is not only a cold and violent side, but also a warm and healing softness.

"Brother Kitano" Bai Chuanfeng put down his chopsticks and looked at him, "Have you ever thought about making a movie by yourself?"

Takeshi Kitano let go of the crab leg that was half bitten, and raised his greasy mouth, "What are you kidding, do you think whoever wants to make a movie can make it? It's a movie..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and everyone at the wine table fell silent.

Mikiko Matsuda poured another glass of wine for Takeshi Kitano, Masayuki Mori looked inexplicable, and Jiro Kaneko remained silent.As for Tiger Taro, he is enjoying his meal.

Takeshi Kitano hesitated for a while, holding up the glass, but still drank it down. "Movies are fascinating, but it's a pain in the ass to make a film.

Although I have never been in contact with it, behind the scenes of the TV station, I saw dozens of staffs of all kinds go all out for a program.

This is just an ordinary variety show, if it is a movie, it must be more complicated.Scripts, comedians, crews, distribution and release of films after completion, these are not things that can be done with passion. "

After finishing speaking, Takeshi Kitano picked up a piece of tempura with his chopsticks, lowered his head and began to eat slowly.

"I'll do the script." Bai Chuanfeng didn't take his eyes off, but still stared at this talented senior brother Kitano.

Takeshi Kitano stopped his movements, Masayuki Mori's gaze was like an arrow, Kanko and Jiro Kaneko looked shocked, and Kotaro was eating happily.

Bai Chuanfeng's words immediately made the whole room fall into silence.Kotaro, who was belatedly aware of it, saw that everyone was silent, quietly put down his chopsticks, glanced at the throat of the wine glass, and couldn't hold back, he picked up the wine glass and took a small sip.

"Hoho~" Takeshi Kitano laughed suddenly, "Boy Baichuan, why didn't I know you had the talent to write scripts."

Bai Chuanfeng faced the eyes of everyone calmly, "I can't write professional scripts, but I can write stories. With a complete story, it must be much easier to trouble the staff to polish it into a script."

"Don't you think that writing a script is like the song "Mayfly" you wrote, and it can be popular casually?" Takeshi Kitano didn't believe that Bai Chuanfeng could write any famous stories.

He thought it was just a way for young people to brag about face, he used to do this kind of thing often.

"Senior brother, it's "Dragonfly" not "Mayfly"..." Bai Chuanfeng helplessly corrected the slip of the tongue for the nervous senior brother.

"They're all the same, they look about the same anyway..." Takeshi Kitano muttered.

"If" Mori Masayuki, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, attracting everyone's attention, "If Shirakawa-kun can really write the script, I might be able to help with the crew."

He didn't know if Bai Chuanfeng had the talent to write scripts, but judging from his communication with Bai Chuanfeng just now, the latter should not be a person who likes to talk big.

"Eh..." Takeshi Kitano was stunned. He looked at Masayuki Mori with a serious expression, and then turned to Feng Chuan who was calm.

After falling silent, he did not speak, but picked up the crab leg that he had gnawed halfway before, and bit it again.

Everyone kept quiet, but their eyes were focused on Takeshi Kitano, and Mikiko Matsuda poured him a cup of tea silently.

"Crack" Takeshi Kitano threw down the crab legs with only empty shells left. He picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped his mouth and fingers.

"Bai Chuan" Takeshi Kitano put away the teasing and indifference just now, and his expressionless face made Bai Chuanfeng seem to see the master of violent aesthetics in later generations.

"If you can really write a story that touches my heart, then" Takeshi Kitano stared straight at him, "just do it!"

"Okay!" Shirakawa Feng held up the wine glass, Kitano Takeshi, Mori Masayuki, Kaneko Jiro, Matsuda Mikiko, and the slower-acting Kotaro.Everyone's wine glasses gathered together, "Ding~", with a soft sound, the agreement was made.

"Ha~" After drinking a glass of sake, Takeshi Kitano returned to his indifferent and tired look, "Boy Shirakawa, what kind of story are you planning to write? Conventional stories won't impress me."

Bai Chuanfeng glanced at Kitano Takeshi and Matsuda Ganzi with a smile, "Thanks to senior brother and Ganzi Sang, it's probably a story about the sea."

The idea comes from the post-marriage seaside vacation that Takeshi Kitano just said. I don’t know if this brother will feel familiar when he reads the story.

...

After a special wedding banquet ended, it was already getting late when I left Takeshi Kitano's house.

Because the school still has classes tomorrow, Shirakawa Feng bid farewell to Kotarou and planned to go back to the dormitory in Suginami District at night.

In the summer evening, the sun has softened a lot.

The fiery red sunset reflected pedestrians' faces red, Bai Chuanfeng took off his suit jacket and hung it between his arms, and walked slowly on the narrow streets facing the afterglow.

As the summer vacation approaches, merchants on the street have begun to hang up signs for various summer discount activities.

Fireworks, fishing for goldfish, and taiko drums, just thinking about these things, my mind is already full of various scenes of summer festivals.

Busy businesses, enthusiastic adults, cheering and running children.

Bai Chuanfeng, who watched all this with a smile, gradually slowed down as he passed an orange telephone booth.

Recalling the figure in his mind, he chuckled, turned and entered the phone booth.

He lightly pressed the familiar but infrequently dialed paging number with his fingers, and after a few rings, he hung up the phone, leaning gently on the glass inner wall of the phone booth and waiting quietly.

"Dingling..." The crisp ringing woke him up instantly, who had already started to lose his mind.

"Moxi Moxi?" A soft female voice echoed in my ears.

For a moment, Bai Chuanfeng suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Bai Chuan-kun?" asked the interviewer tentatively.

"Hey..." Bai Chuanfeng swallowed back the words he was about to speak, "Senior Tanaka, this is a public phone, can you guess it?"

There was a burst of smug laughter from the opposite side, "It's great."

"Very powerful," Bai Chuanfeng exaggeratedly praised, and laughed out loud after speaking.After greeting each other with laughter, Bai Chuanfeng relaxed, "Still filming?"

"It's over, but the sunset in Fukuoka is really beautiful."

The story background of Yuko Tanaka's "Sister Pony" took place in Fukuoka, so many exterior scenes were basically shot there.As a very important second and third episode, she naturally also had to shoot with the group.

Hearing her mention the setting sun, Bai Chuanfeng also looked out of the window, the crimson light wantonly rendering the sky. "Yes, it is indeed beautiful."

The sunsets in Fukuoka and Tokyo are no different, except that one falls into the sea and the other disappears among the tall buildings.

"When will the filming of this movie, Senior Sister?" Bai Chuanfeng leaned against the glass and stared at the sky. After he relaxed, even his voice became much softer.

"Probably around August."

"Always in Fukuoka?"

"That's not true. You should be able to return to Tokyo in a month."

"If you can catch up with the time, maybe you can give senior sister a gift."

"Eh, a gift?"

"Well, just take it as a thank you to my sister for taking care of me all the time."

“Quite looking forward to it”

"So, see you then?"

"Hay"

...

After hanging up the phone, Yuko Tanaka did not leave immediately.In the phone booth, she was leaning against the glass wall, fiddling with a pair of twisted braids left over from filming.

Suddenly she smiled, her face was like a blooming flower, her smile was unrestrained, and her figure was swaying.

He said it was taking care of him, but he had been taking care of him all the time.

PS: there are more in the evening
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