Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

In addition to selling letter paper, stickers, etc., the second floor of Itoya also has a row of tables and chairs by the window. After selecting your favorite products and paying the money, you can sit on a chair, leisurely watch the traffic and people passing by on Ni-chome Avenue below, and write down what you are thinking at this moment.

Hojo Kyosuke and Miyamizu Mitsuha waited in line for a while until there were two empty seats. They sat down and started writing letters with newly bought pens. There were several envelopes in front of them, and they seemed to want to Many people send letters.

On Sanye's side, because she was worried that she would forget the person she wanted to send the letter to later, she filled in the recipient's name on the envelope as soon as she arrived. Needless to say, there are two names that are slightly unfamiliar to Hojo Kyosuke, namely Sayaka and Tashi. The surname is Mizoguchi. It doesn’t take much to think about it, but you can tell that they are Nara’s grandparents. In addition, there are several names that are familiar to Kyosuke Hojo, such as Grandma Kobayashi, who are all acquaintances from Itomori.

Sanye didn't mind when he saw someone poking his head, he blew the ink on the letter paper and pushed the letter aside. Hojo Kyosuke looked at it, and the general content was to ask the folks in his hometown to rest assured that the people's miko is living a good life in Tokyo and is working hard to live a happy life. Please also be full of energy every day.

"When I came to Tokyo, 1,342 people came to see me off at the station."

Sanye lowered his head to write the next letter, moved his lips up and down, and whispered:

"Even though three years have passed, there are still many people who can't let go. I try my best to comfort and enlighten them, but the longing for my homeland will not dim with the passage of time, it will only continue to ferment."

The miko lady pursed her lips and gently blew dry the ink on the letter paper.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the table shined bright light on her forehead while shopping.

She clearly did not wear a luxurious golden crown, but Hojo Kyosuke saw the light of divinity in Mitsuha.

"Grandma Kobayashi, the one who often drove an electric three-wheeler around Itomori, Kyosuke, do you remember her?"

Sanye folded the letter in her hand carefully and stuffed it into the envelope. The recipient was unexpectedly Grandma Xiaolin.

Hojo Kyosuke nodded. Grandma Kobayashi was one of the people he was most familiar with in Itomori. Because this old lady's family ran a grocery store, he often took Yotsuba to buy snacks.

“She donated all the relief money she received from the government to the disaster relief committee.

It was obvious that he was the one affected by the disaster. "

Mitsuha Miyamizu smiled bitterly and shook her head. She hated that land deeply, but now, like Grandma Kobayashi, she would see the shrine bathed in the morning mist in her dreams from time to time.

"Last month, they also organized a return trip to Itomori."

"Return to Itomori?" Hojo Kyosuke wondered how to return to that place. It was completely in ruins, and even the bus route had been abandoned.

"It means worshiping from a distance, on the roadside."

Mitsuba began to write another letter, his name was Yamanaka Junya:

"Kyosuke, do you remember him?"

"Well, a fashionable trio, the latter became devout believers."

"Haha, a fashionable trio? So that's what you called them, Kyosuke."

Sanye covered her mouth with her left hand and laughed softly with crooked eyebrows.

"After graduating from high school, he joined the construction company of the imperial family, and he organized the return home activities.

Grandma also went along. "

"Grandma? She hasn't..."

Hojo Kyosuke was a little hesitant. He originally thought that after Grandma Kazuha completed her mission at the Miyamizu family, she would have given up on everything. After all, the day he returned to the past by chewing wine, grandma had already understood everything.

"Hmm~~ It's not what Kyousuke thought."

Sanye shook his head, his dark eyes shining brightly in the sunlight coming from the window, as if he could see through people's hearts.

She smiled lightly and drew a picture on the letter to Sayaka with great interest. The content of the simple drawing was her and Hojo Kyousuke sitting side by side by the window.

"Born and raised here, the people of Ioshou breathe the air of Ioshou, drink the water of Ioshou, and even the wind that dries their sweat blows from the mountains and forests of Ioshou, not to mention the The land that has supported people for thousands of years.

These things that enter the human body are connected to the soul, which is the "knot". "

Sanye turned her head, with a subtle but bright smile on her face.

Looking at this face, Hojo Kyosuke seemed to catch a thread, an illusory thread, coming from afar, connecting his soul.

"A long time ago, I didn't understand my grandmother's words or the teachings of Miyamizu Shrine, but now that I no longer need to be a shrine maiden or inherit the shrine, I understand.

No matter how far we go, our souls are always connected with Itomori. This is the "knot". "

The miko lady's voice was gentle and clear, passing by her ears like silk. Hojo Kyosuke believes that if Mitsuha raises his flag now, a huge religion will develop in less than three days.

He has never met Mrs. Erye, but he feels that now Sanye has become an outstanding woman and an outstanding stickman who is not inferior to his mother.

"Every time we go to worship, the mood of the townspeople will get better, as if they are saying goodbye to the past."

Sanye finished writing the last letter, which was to her grandmother.

He reported on the academic status of himself and his sister, and asked Kyousuke Hojo to come over and write a few greetings.

"So, I was thinking, Kyosuke." She raised her head, her big eyes flashing with thought.

"What?"

"Can the slideshow you created for me be turned into a movie?" Sanye asked.

"Huh? It's not that it can't be done, but why?" Hojo Kyosuke was slightly resistant. He didn't want people to see his love story with Mitsuha.

"Just think of it as a gift to Itomori, because..."

Mitsuha drawled his voice, and placed a small hand on Hojo Kyosuke's hand on the table. He gently rubbed it twice before getting under the big hand and holding his fingers together.

The corners of the girl's eyes were slightly raised, and her big black eyes were somewhat charming:

"You took away the most beloved daughter of this land~~"

"ha--"

Hojo Kyousuke was surprised at first, and then he grinned, showing an expression that was indeed the case.

Yes, for thousands of years, he was the only one who took Itomori away after falling in love with the daughter of the Miyamizu family.

Look at Toshiki Miyamizu, he turned against his mentor and was sentenced to a life and death relationship with his family. Even after his wife died, he was bound to that land. Look at myself again... Thinking about it this way, the god Itomori worshiped by the Miyomizu family is really good to me.

"It's not a dowry or anything like that. I just want Kyosuke to help me give that land a gift so that I can say thank you to her."

Mitsuba spoke softly, and her tone of voice had some of the charm of Grandma Ichiye talking about ancient times.

When Hojo Kyosuke heard this, he also understood what Mitsuha meant. This was probably similar to a tribute? Integrate everyone's connection with Itomori into this work, and then say goodbye and thank you properly.

"No problem, let alone a movie, it's no problem even if I pay to rebuild Itomori."

He agreed straight away, and there was nothing false in his words. Sanye just asked him to make a movie instead of donating money. The movie will also generate profits, which does no harm to him at all. If necessary, he could make the film for free and use all the money earned to rebuild Itomori. But it seemed that Sanye didn't mean that at all, she just wanted to use this form to say goodbye to the land she hated but couldn't get rid of.

"Thank you, Kyosuke."

Mitsuha said softly, raised her slender neck, and pressed her soft lips on Hojo Kyousuke's face.

Damn it, why doesn’t this bookstore have a private room even if it has a cafe and restaurant?

Hojo Kyousuke cursed in his mind, raised his hand and touched Mitsuha's head, smoothing the broken hair on her forehead.

"I should say thank you."

Okay, let's write the letter quickly.

Hojo Kyosuke himself wanted to write to many people, first of all, his grandparents in his hometown and the old man Yagi from his next door neighbor. He had also picked out some small gifts and planned to send them to the kind old man later. Then it's Minato City, write a letter to Yuzuru and send some small gifts, and write a letter to Yamamura Ono Shihan to tell him that he is about to go to Beichen Ittoryu...

After writing the letter, there is no need to ask the clerk to help deliver it, because there is a mailbox next to the desk. The bright red color and round head look very simple and honest. This is a serious mailbox, an event jointly launched by Itoya and Ginza Post Office. Postmen come to collect letters every day.

"Let's go, there are many floors upstairs."

Hojo Kyousuke stood up and stretched out his hand towards Mitsuha.

"Um!"

The two went up to the third floor. If the second floor was the place where the hand account controller was willing to die, the third floor was the place where the pen controller was forced to squeeze out the last coin. All kinds of luxury pens can be seen here. Itoya’s official website also thoughtfully lists the best-selling pens for the reference of overwhelmed customers.

As a writer of the new era, Hojo Kyosuke is a true believer in Eiri-using the keyboard as a weapon. So he wasn't really interested in pens, but when he came here he realized he was wrong.

Expensive things most of the time have only one drawback: they are expensive.

What kind of pen can the stubborn neon man of the Death Brain Sutra make? Answer: Move a piece of Ukiyo-e onto the pen holder.

The Namiki Maki-e Ten Thousand Years Pen held by Hojo Kyosuke has a picture of a peony and a tiger, and a 360-degree panoramic picture surrounding the pen barrel. No matter which angle you look at this precious pen barrel, you can see the beauty. The beautiful pictures perfectly compose the entire pattern. Only by holding it in your hands and looking at it carefully can you fully appreciate its artistic sense.

The clerk next to him explained enthusiastically, and Hojo Kyosuke listened casually. This pen was made by dozens of Maki-e technicians from Kunikosha who mastered excellent lacquerware technology. The pen barrel was painted with waxy black lacquer, and the pen barrel was engraved with an immersed gold knife. It was then painted with varnish and placed on top of gold and silver foil. middle……

In short, there are gold, silver, mother-of-pearl and all kinds of gorgeous things, all of which are thrown up to greet me. In short, I just want to tell Hojo Kyosuke that everything is worth the money and you will make a profit if you buy it.

Just like this ten thousand year pen from the "Golden Phoenix Series", it costs 520,000 yen before tax. Buying one is equivalent to earning 520,000, and buying two is equivalent to earning 1 million. It means that when you shop, not only do you spend nothing, but you also make so much money.

Sanye next to her burst out laughing. Although she is very rich now, girls in the countryside are still not interested in such "luxuries".

"Do I need to make a reservation?" Hojo Kyosuke asked directly.

"Generally speaking..."

Seeing that the business was about to be completed, the clerk's smile became a little more enthusiastic. Although her attitude was very good even when facing customers who had no intention to buy, this meeting was obviously more sincere.

"I want to buy twenty."

Hojo Kyosuke interrupted, who is he? He could tell at a glance that the clerk was definitely trying to trick him again with his words. He couldn't even make a reservation at other places, but Itoya and Namiki cooperated closely, so they could Get the product quickly. Maybe most people would have the leisure to wait for her to customize it and add some little details like names, but he didn't have that time.

If you have money, you hate waiting, and you can’t appreciate art.

"Two, twenty?"

"Well, for this series, give me two sets."

Hojo Kyosuke planned to take it back for everyone to choose from, and give the rest away to others.

"Hey~~Someone just advised me to consume rationally, but now I am acting recklessly." Sanye complained.

“There’s nothing I can do, there’s too much money and there’s nowhere to spend it.”

Hojo Kyosuke shrugged:

"If you are willing to swipe my card, then I will not persuade you to buy everything in this store today."

"Slightly~~no~"

Sanye stuck out her tongue and said it as if someone had no money. If my grandma's house sells a piece of land, it can be enough to buy a building in Ginza.

The clerk, who was contacting the manager, listened to Hojo Kyousuke's words, and her face gradually became moist.

In the end, Hojo Kyosuke, waving his bank card, took away two sets of pens worth tens of millions of dollars and refused all customization services. After all, he was not sure who the pens were going to be given to.

His love for this store is now infinitely higher, not because of the pleasure of spending money, but because his obsessive-compulsive disorder is satisfied.

Whether it is the placement of the products in the store or the packaging techniques of the clerk, they are all very healing.

The tapes and colored papers are arranged according to colors, and the whole wall is so pleasing to the eye. It makes people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel like they will die without regrets. The clerk's packaging technique is simply an art. Every edge is compacted and angular, and it fits perfectly.

Satisfied, they carried the goods and strolled to the sixth floor.

What is exaggerated is that the theme of this floor is "HOME", and as the name suggests, the items sold are naturally home furnishings.

As soon as they sat down on the escalator and turned to the front, their eyes were attracted by a figure.

"That……"

Sanye frowned and asked with some uncertainty:

"That's Yukinoshita... right?"

I saw a black-haired girl in a white skirt sitting quietly and restlessly on the fabric sofa in the middle of the sixth floor.

She was holding a panda doll and was rubbing her cheek against the doll, as if she was testing whether the material of the doll was skin-friendly, but her crimson face and obsessed expression made people wonder if she was a pervert.

Under the gazes of Hojo Kyosuke and the two, the black-haired girl rubbed the panda for a while, then grabbed the panda's big face plate with both hands, and gently pulled it to both sides, as if to test whether the quality of the puppet was reliable, but that The pursed thin lips and the face that says "I can't stand it anymore" make people wonder if he is a pervert.

Seeing the black-haired girl placing the panda doll on her head, as if testing the balance of the doll, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but want to say hello.

No, it's too stupid. If that guy under Yukinoshita knew that he saw her being so stupid, he would definitely be retaliated against!

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