Tokyo Literary Godfather

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ohno Bookstore closed early, and Ohno Nagaharu and Fujiwara Kei went to a nearby izakaya.

Two large glasses of draft beer and a small plate were placed in front of the two of them. There were only three chicken skewers on the plate. Just a glass of wine and three skewers. Most Japanese people would eat it all night long.

As the locals do, Kei Fujiwara imitates the behavior of the people around him, carefully chewing the meaty bamboo sticks.

"Hiss~burp" Ohno Nagaharu drank half a glass of beer in one breath, and his face immediately turned red.

Fujiwara Kei smiled disdainfully, thinking that the Japanese's ability to drink was really bad. Then I drank half a cup, but within two minutes I felt my cheeks burning.

This body seems to have a bad liver...

Kei Fujiwara's eyelids were slightly sticky, but he was still conscious.

The TV in the izakaya was on, playing Fukuyama TV's Saturday prime-time drama, in which the heroine was the popular idol Arima Katsura.

"Miss Guixiang, I love you~" Not far away, a drunk man stood up and stretched out his hands towards the TV screen with a look of madness on his face.

The two companions beside him quickly stood up and pushed him down on the chair.

"Idiot! What are you doing!"

"What a shame!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I am actually Arima Guixiang's outside boyfriend." The man suddenly started crying.

"Asshole, last week you said he was Matsu Takako's boyfriend, why did you fall in love with someone else so quickly?"

"Arima...Kisana...Hiccup..." Ohno Nagaharu looked at the TV with confused eyes, "I have seen her...she was still flat-chested at that time...when did she become so big?"

Fujiwara Kei just thought he was talking drunkenly: "Really? When did you see her?"

"Five or six years ago, when she just debuted, I saw her works at the peer film festival. She was so young at that time..."

Fujiwara Kei was stunned for a moment. It didn't sound like nonsense. He was talking with both nose and eyes.

But in Japan, meeting a celebrity is not uncommon. Walking around Tokyo's harbor area for a day, you can always bump into a celebrity, idol, producer or something. You've seen them before, but you haven't slept with them before.

"Oh, I thought about cooperating with her at that time..." Ono Nagaji muttered.

"Cooperate with what?"

Ohno Nagaharu turned his head away: "Nothing."

Kei Fujiwara picked up another meat skewer and stuffed it into his mouth. He also raised his head and looked at the screen with a lazy expression on Arima Keika's moving face.

Arima Guixiang's acting skills can only be said to be acceptable, but her face is indeed outstanding.

Kei Fujiwara seems to have read about this star in a magazine. She seems to be from the famous Kabuki family "Hakutsuruya" in Tokyo. Her beautiful face is a treasure passed down from generation to generation, and everyone in the family has outstanding looks.

Kei Fujiwara saw her father and brother on TV not long ago. In terms of appearance, the whole family was indeed a monster.

The episode was finished quickly. Ohno Nagaharu said: "The story is not bad, but the director's technique is too lame. The language of the shots is better than nothing, meaningless close-ups, and long shots that are longer than toilet paper... Haha, so is the lighting engineer. Trash, the foundation on Ms. Arima’s face is almost melted..."

Ono Nagaharu criticized the director of this TV series. At this time, a passing girl looked at them and cast a surprised look.

Fujiwara Kei thought he had disturbed her, and was about to remind Ohno Nagaharu, when the girl said, "Is it Ohno-kun?"

Ohno Nagaharu looked back, and when he saw the girl's face, his shoulders trembled visibly.

Then he stood up in confusion: "Miss Kono...?"

The girl said: "It's really you, Ohno-kun. I thought I recognized the wrong person, but I didn't expect to meet him here."

Ohno Nagaharu looked a little at a loss, and his eyes became a little evasive: "Yes, it's really a coincidence..."

"Ohno-kun...are you still making movies now?" the girl suddenly asked.

Ohno Nagaharu suddenly suppressed his blush and said at a loss: "I won't shoot anymore... It was just a whim at the time..."

"It's such a pity. I think Ohno-kun is a very talented person. If he perseveres, he will definitely achieve results." The girl looked a little disappointed, "It was with Ohno-kun's encouragement that I chose the career of acting. Although I still don’t have very impressive results, but I won’t give up. Thank you very much for choosing me to be your heroine!”

With that said, the girl bowed deeply to Ohno Nagaharu.

Ohno Nagaji looked at the girl, with a hint of pain in his complicated eyes.

After the girl finished speaking, she went to her friend's table.

Ohno Nagaharu sat down and was in a daze for a while, then suddenly said: "Let's go."

Fujiwara Kei asked: "Won't you stay for a while longer?"

"Drink somewhere else! I'm treating you!" Ohno Nagaharu said anxiously, taking out a wallet.

Ohno Nagaharu left the izakaya like a deserter, and the two of them changed to a hotel. Ohno Nagaharu ordered wine and drank one glass after another.

"I've... made movies before, and I'm considered a movie director." Ohno Nagaharu said suddenly, slightly drunk.

"That's awesome. What's the name of the movie you made?"

"What name? It doesn't matter anymore..." Ohno Nagaharu said in despair, "Anyway, no one remembers that child except me... I spent my whole youth writing its script, and saved money for four years in college. After graduation, I missed the best time to find a job and filmed it during the last bus of the bubble economy...and took it to the film festival to be screened..."

Two strings of snot suddenly came out of Ono Changji's nostrils, "But no one remembers its name! It didn't leave an impression on anyone! No one even scolded it, even for bad movies! I filmed it Not even a bad movie! Shit!!!”

Ohno Nagaji burst into tears, and Fujiwara Kei quickly handed over the tissue.

Ohno Nagaharu, who was already drunk, took out the tissues one by one, and then patted his face. The tissues immediately stuck to his face like a charm that sealed zombies.

"I didn't give up, so I made another movie, sold my beloved motorcycle... and defrauded my father of a sum of money. The girl just now was my school girl, and she was the heroine of my movie. At that time, she She could have gone to the news station to be a female anchor, but I told her that my work would definitely be a hit, so she finally gave up her job at the news station and worked part-time to make ends meet while filming movies for half a year..."

Although he knew that the final result was not good, Kei Fujiwara couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"

"I went to the film festival again. This time someone finally cared about my work..."

Ohno Nagaharu took the tissue off his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes: "But they called my movie a once-in-a-lifetime bad movie!"