Tokyo Bubble Life

   Chapter 131 130, what should I do if I don't have a good idea~

  The people in the salon come and go very freely,

   Everyone is busy making contacts and expanding resources,

  The worst thing is to get familiar with the big guys in the circle,

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

   And Naoki Naoki, who just met the famous writer in the future, chatted endlessly for more than an hour,

   Until the people at the salon started to slowly leave.

   Morikawa Kuniji finally remembered that there was another person he brought over at the venue, and after a glance, he found him in the corner,

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

   "Haha, the writer I just met, we chatted a little bit."

   Haruki Murakami nodded towards Kuniji Morikawa without speaking.

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

   "Yes, it's almost time to leave, will Naoki-san come with me?"

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

  Nagayama Naoki finished speaking to Morikawa Kuniji, and then looked at Murakami Haruki: "Haruki-san, then I will say goodbye today!"

   "Well, Naoshu-sang, let's talk about it again!"

  The two went out of the salon and found the black bus that had been waiting in the parking lot.

   "Naokushi-san, the new friend seems to be very shy~ It's also very interesting to talk, let's talk about it if you have a fate"

   "Yeah, interesting guy~"

  The future will be a big winner in the Japanese literary world!

   It was already 5:00 pm when we returned to Shan Yingyuan,

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

   Usually, Naoki Yongshan has already started to eat dinner at this time, but I ate a lot this afternoon, so I don’t think I need to eat dinner anymore.

   Putting on a set of casual clothes, Naoki Naoki was immersed in the soft sofa in the living room.

  The sky is getting dark, and under the warm yellow light, the dark-colored living room is still cold.

   I don’t want to watch TV, read books, or go to bed early,

   What should I do to pass the time?

   I just met Haruki Murakami in the afternoon, and thought of his famous song "Norwegian Forest". What was the original song of the Beatles like?

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

  Bruce, blues, this is still blues, oh this is citypop

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

   This has to be a bad review!

  Nagayama Naoki completely forgot that he only wanted these two styles of records~

   The idea of ​​listening to songs is aroused in my heart. If I can't satisfy it, it will lead to incomprehensible thoughts. So what's the use of earning so much money? !

   It's not completely dark yet, so quickly put on your shoes, go to the garage and drive out the car, Naoki Naoki is going to Shimokitazawa to find trouble with the record store manager!

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

There are colorful neon lights on both sides of the road, the aroma of roadside stalls, the smell of alcohol in izakaya, the popularity of nightclubs, and the powdery smell of dance halls. All intertwined, under the fluorescent lamps of the shops along the street and the lanterns on both sides of the street, it turns into a A colorful fantasy.

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

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

  If after spending so much effort, you still can't buy the original record of "Norwegian Woods", then it's really hard to understand.

   My expectations for the album are a little more.

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

  Yongshan Naoki aggressively pushed open the door and entered, which surprised the boss,

   But as soon as he spoke, the boss calmed down:

   "Boss, are there any classic rock records?"

   "What style of rock do you want, little brother?"

   "The Beatles!"

   Well, this time it's more precise.

   Seeing that he could have another big order before he got off work, the store manager also cheered up. While searching Naoki Naoki for Beatles records, he introduced Elvis, Rolling Stones, Queen, etc. to him.

  Nagayama Naoki found that the store manager kept more and more records on the counter

   "Manager-san, wait a moment."

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

   "No, actually I'm not very fond of rock itself, I prefer folk songs, these." Naoki Naoki wanted to use this as an excuse to ask the manager to put back some photos, but the manager was happier,

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

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

  In the cold night, Naoki Naoki walked out of 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 too wrong.

   Put the box full of records and tapes on the back seat, start the sports car and drive towards Chiyoda,

  Nagayama Naoki grabbed a tape from the box and stuffed it into the car stereo,

   After a while, a soothing melody sounded,

   This is an American "Tennessee Waltz",

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

  Nagayama Naoki thought for a while, but couldn't tell the difference at all, but forget it, it sounds good~

   The road back home was very empty,

  Most of the time, there is only one car on the silent road. Occasionally, a few cars drive by quickly.

   When I thought that I would be able to get home so smoothly, suddenly there was a roaring motor sound from the side, and three obviously modified motorcycles whizzed past from behind.

   "The barbarians?"

   Looking at several people's iconic leather jackets with inexplicable words such as "loud and superior", "I am the only one in the sky and the world",

   "I was riding a motorcycle outside on a cold day, and my leather jacket didn'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, more and more traffic flows on the road,

   Just as fast-forwarding Shibuya, Naoki Naoki actually saw these three motorcycles again,

   Actually waiting for the traffic light like other cars

   When I got to the next traffic light intersection, I actually stopped beside them, Naoki Yongshan glanced at them and couldn't help laughing~

   The little sister 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! But what a duck~" The ejection sound was still decent.

   Seeing that the beasts next to him are all looking over, it seems that if you are not careful, there will be a conflict.

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

"Very handsome!"

   Then when the green light came on, he started the car and moved on.

   A few young beasts were confused by this move. What is this operation?

Isn't    provocative?

   Shouldn't we be scolding, racing, and fighting?

   The simplest thing is to ignore it, let's scold it~

How did    become a compliment? ?

   It's a little happy to be praised for being handsome~

   Little Taimei was fascinated by Naoki Yongshan's smile, and realized that the family had already left,

   can only stubbornly leave a sentence:

   "Also speak with you!"

   (end of this chapter)