Tokyo female publicist

Life is so simple, eat well, drink well, sleep well and have a good mood.

Today is the first day of debt collection, and Sayuri hopes that there will be no second day, but the one who owes money is always the uncle, so she has to be fully prepared.

White shirt with pleated skirt, black stockings and small leather shoes, wearing a pure white beret, Sayuri circling in front of the full-length mirror, clattering, clattering, fairy descending.

"Well, I am still so cute today."

Sayuri found out that she really has the potential to be a girl. It was only the next day that she could appreciate her beauty without any qualms. If this continues, she will definitely be able to take a bath with her eyes open tonight... right?

Probably.

Pack everything and go out, look at the watch at [-]:[-], it's early in the morning.

Walking the streets, the time is only the first ten days of March, the cherry blossoms in Tokyo have not yet bloomed, and there is no poetic and romantic scenery of cherry blossoms flying all over the sky. Feeling refreshed and at the same time shy, her thin red cheeks become the eternal poem in others' hearts.

Pressing the beret that was disturbed by the gust of wind so that it would not fly down the slope and start a fateful encounter, Sayuri walked slowly according to the direction of the mobile phone navigation.

It was still early, and she had plenty of time to prepare before going to debt collection.

Stopping and looking up, the wooden signboard of "本川のhair salon" above her head was quite old, and this was her first stop.

Don't worry, it's not cut, it's just dyed.

Chapter 18. Auntie is young

Ben Chuan's hair salon.

Searching on the map, this is the hair salon closest to the apartment. It's not a big chain store, just a small sparrow shop.

It is small but well-equipped. Walking inside, a row of sofas, two chairs are placed in the small space, and all other equipment that a hair salon should have are also complete.

The light transmission in the room is not good, but it still makes people feel bright after cleaning.

Like an ordinary hair salon, there are many photos of customers on the wall of the store, but most of them look old and yellow, and some are even black and white. Among them, the wall is covered with afro bobs, and there are old men and runaways. The interesting photos of the families hooking their shoulders and backs and giving each other thumbs up signify [More about me], with a strong Showa atmosphere, everyone should praise: "It's old."

The manager of the old store is "young". When he entered the door, he was middle-aged and slightly fat. There was an aunt in her 50s or [-]s who was busy cleaning the floor.

Having been doing hair for a long time, I always wanted to find some good works. The first time she saw Sayuri, she knew that good works were coming.

Aside from this girl's full head of hair, she only needs to do a little bit of work with only Qingcheng's face. A few moves of the scissors will be the most perfect work. I'm afraid there will be many young men after taking pictures and pasting them on the wall. I shave my head every day.

The good mood in the morning comes easily and it is even more gratifying. The more I look at it, the more I like it. I put down the broom, grinned, and my aunt greeted me warmly.

"Yo~ The little girl is so beautiful, come to cut her hair?"

Shaking her head, she twirled a strand of light gold hanging on her chest with her fingers, Sayuri said.

"Dye your hair."

"Ugh?"

The aunt let out a surprise, and the smile on her face faded.

Dyeing is more expensive than cutting. The old shop in her family, which was opened seven or eighty years ago, can’t keep up with the times. It's a job of cutting hair. In the past, if a young girl came and said she wanted to dye her hair, she would be very happy. It saves trouble and saves money. Who doesn't like doing business?

only......

"Girl, you just dyed it for a month or so, and your hair will be dry if you dye it too much. It's not worth it. Auntie trims and trims for you. It's so beautiful. Young people should cherish their hair. .”

It's just that the girl is too beautiful, even her businessman only hopes for good, and can't accept the black-hearted money.

But then again, where is black-hearted money for what you love and what I want?It's just that the aunt is taking pity on Sayuri for herself.

Sayuri smiled shyly and nodded. Auntie spoke to the point. It is true that it is not easy to dye her hair too much, but she really wants to change the style and dye herself back to black and straight.

Blonde hottie, no!

Literary girl, let's go!

"Blonde hair is too flamboyant. I always regret dyeing it. I still want to dye it back to black."

Whether it sounds good or not, whether you want to hear it or not, the fact is that this is a world of appearances, and people with outstanding appearance have a few more opportunities than ordinary people.

Sayuri knows in her heart that her appearance is her first business card for socializing, unlike facial expressions that can be changed at will, it is best to adjust the fixed "decoration" such as hair color to the most pleasing appearance.

Whether it's an impending debt collection operation or a future PR job, quiet brunettes are always far more beneficial than flamboyant blondes.

It's not that she made a big fuss when she went online, it's just that she used to start from a low level and struggled a lot in society. Sayuri has become used to starting from the subtleties and making good use of all the advantages around her.

He is able to lure people into his bait with rhetoric to his subordinates, but he never forgets to flatter his superiors. Many people would hate this kind of person.

But it is also this kind of person who can stand out in the organization.

She doesn't shy away from it and doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, Sayuri has been working hard to become such a person.

She is an adult, she is about to live, and her innocence should be left to her once youthful self.

After all, it is the customer's decision, and the auntie can't change anything. She said to herself, "Blonde hair is so nice, it looks so energetic and cute", and then helped Sayuri to wash and dry her hair. It's just dyeing.

The hair dye was squeezed into the ink dish and stirred with one hand while the aunt pressed the old record player with the other.

"hey, jude~"

The melodious jazz immediately reverberated in the small space, and the sound was not too loud to the extent that it would not affect people's speech.

Sitting on a chair and obediently letting her aunt wrap the cloth around her, Sayuri asked curiously.

"What song is this, it's really nice."

So the young people nowadays, shaking their heads secretly in their hearts, the aunt said slowly.

"Hey Jude, the classic song sung by the Beatles in [-]."

"That's really Showa."

"Girl, you are also very flat."

Hehe, Auntie's words were funny, the two of them laughed together, and the chatterbox officially opened.

They exchanged names with each other, and knew that the aunt's name was Masako Honkawa, who took over from her father 20 years ago.

"At that time, I was quite resistant to taking over the hair salon. Who doesn't want to be young when you are young? To tell you the truth, I also formed a band and sang death metal at that time, and I was shaking my hair in bars all day long... .”

"I didn't expect my sister to have that kind of experience. No wonder the voice is so loud. I remember that I also had an electric guitar at home when I was young..."

"Hehehe, Sayuri is really sweet, how can she be called sister at such an old age, stop complimenting her, just call her Auntie Masako."

Humans are the most prone to disagreement. Masako Honkawa is happy when she says that she is old. Neon people are quite well-behaved in most social situations, and they often call each other's surname after a long relationship. There is no such thing as calling Sayuri by her first name and making her Auntie Masako when they meet for the first time.

This is ecstasy.

Sayuri knew it well and didn't point it out, instead she added another pot of oil and continued to fool around.

"Where is it? Miss Masako looks like she is in her 30s. Why can't she be called sister? I am not as young as you think. I am going to work in my 20s. You have to be 50 or [-] years old to be considered My aunt...what's wrong? Sister Masako, you're smiling like this."

Flickering, Masako Honkawa was laughing suddenly, the ink plate in her hand was dangling and almost spilled black oil, so she hurriedly stabilized, a smile that could not be concealed floated in the words that came out.

"How can I say you are a good child, sister...Auntie is almost fifty this year."

"what?"

Extremely surprised, Sayuri opened her mouth wide, looked at Masako Honkawa's face full of dust and dust in front of the mirror for a long time before she frowned, her muttering lips pursed slightly, looking a little aggrieved.

"I really thought you were in your thirties, then you have taken good care of yourself."

Chapter 19. Good Words and Good Luck

Is Masako Motokawa young?The answer is obviously no.

Even she herself knows that she is no longer young, and can only look back at the water waves along the way in the evening light of the setting sun and sigh to herself.

But being praised by Sayuri, she almost believed that she hadn't been eroded and worn by the years, and she was so carried away that she almost really called herself "sister".

This is the art of speech, or rather of compliments.

At the beginning of the words, she called her sister, and then she immediately mentioned that she also had an electric guitar at home, which invisibly shortened the distance. As for whether the electric guitar is real or not, it doesn’t matter, anyway, she said "Childhood".

This is the second introduction that Sayuri planted to continue the conversation, but as an elderly middle-aged woman, Masako Honkawa really cared about her age the most, so she chose to start the topic from the first introduction.

"Masako, you are still young." "Masako, you are still as beautiful as you were at this age, which is really enviable."

I grew up on this street since I was a child, and after taking over the old store, I have worked hard for more than [-] years. The neighbors and neighbors are familiar with each other. Masako has heard too many compliments like this on weekdays and never took it to heart. It still made her extremely happy that the words came out of the mouth of a young man who was more youthful, beautiful and beautiful than her, as if walking out of a painting.

If you can say such words, you will know that Sayuri is a sweet-mouthed and sensible girl. She does not take it seriously, but she also accepts this kindness. With a sweet smile, she overcomes the cumbersome rules of neon social life. calling his own name.

When the goal of getting closer to each other is achieved, most people stop here, but Sayuri does not stop, so she is always more lovable than ordinary people.

After Masako Motokawa said it was a compliment, Sayuri immediately asked back, telling her guess about Masako's age, and even pushed the "fault" that Masako thought she was saying compliments on Masako herself.

【Obviously you misjudged my age and thought I was only sixteen or seventeen years old, so how can you blame me? 】

Instilling such fallacies into Masako's sea of ​​anger, Sayuri then used her work to prove her maturity, saying that only people in their 50s and [-]s can be called aunts, further emphasizing that Masako is only in her thirties in her eyes This "fact".

After a combination of punches, Sayuri didn't have time to finish her sentence before she was interrupted by Masako's laughter. Just Sayuri asked pitifully what was wrong with me?

So far Masako is completely Sayuri's captive, she even tells Sayuri ostentatiously the most taboo secret of women, her real age.

She thought that this would be able to clear up Sayuri's misunderstanding of herself...

That's right, misunderstanding, just a few words, Masako believed that what Sayuri said was not a flattery against her will, but a beautiful misunderstanding, it was a girl who was innocent, not deeply involved in the world, and even her age was difficult to accurately estimate.

Now, since I told you your age, you should obediently call me Auntie, right?

Masako didn't know what evil happened to her today, she would stare at her if she dared to say that she was old, but today she chased after other girls and asked someone to call her aunt.

The world is really unpredictable, but what is even more unpredictable is Sayuri's thoughts.

"what?"

A cry of exclamation exhausted the astonishment, and then he frowned and pouted to show a bit of grievance, ashamed of his misjudgment of people, and even complained about Masako's bluffing appearance.

It's all your fault that you are as young as 30 years old, which made me have such a big oolong!

Alas, Masako, the seasoned, sophisticated hair salon proprietress, is being manipulated to death by Sayuri.

There was a wonderful misunderstanding. The more Masako looks at Sayuri now, the more she feels that she is close to everything. If she is a fair boy, she might introduce her granddaughter who is still in kindergarten to her.

The brush in his hand was slowly wiping, and the words in his mouth were spitting out. It was clear that the two of them met for the first time, but they seemed to have endless topics to talk about. comfortable.

What silence is golden?Kind words are gold!Being around someone who can talk is a comforting beauty in itself.

"It's rare to meet a girl with such a juicy mouth and a sweet mouth like you. How is it? Have you got a boyfriend yet? If not, auntie..."

In a few words, the relationship was so good that Masako was about to ask Sayuri to find a partner, and was about to tactfully refuse, when the phone rang.

"excuse me."

Sayuri's hair is long, and Masako wants to chat with her for a while, but she is a little "passive and sabotage". At this moment, only half of the hair dye has been applied, and the other side is clean and unstained, and she can still answer the phone.

Saying a word of impoliteness, she took out her phone, and seeing "Miss White Rabbit" written in pink on the call notification, Sayuri couldn't help showing a doting smile.

There was nowhere for a little boyfriend, but the girl who might become her little girlfriend called in.

"Sayuri~"

Pressing the answer button, Meiji's joyful voice immediately spread to the bone marrow, which made her a little numb for a while.

Hey, this sound is too delicate, Sayuri seems to be able to imagine the graceful scene of Meiji's body writhing unnaturally due to joy at this moment.

The voice suddenly lost its clarity and turned into a gentle murmur, and Sayuri responded softly.

"Well, I'm here."

"Hey~, I didn't disturb you by calling you so early."

There was a bit of apology in Meiji's words, the time was exactly [-]:[-] am on Saturday, it seemed that in Meiji's impression the original owner was sleeping comfortably at this time.

But since Meiji chose to call at this time when she might still be asleep, it seemed that there was something important.

"No, I got up early today, the morning sun is really refreshing, warm and comfortable, you think so too, Meiji."

You and I are bathing in the same sunshine, Meiji, are you happy?

Meiji was obviously happy, and immediately let out a vigorous laugh.

"Yeah, it's a beautiful day today. By the way, what's the sound over there, listening to music?"

"I'm getting a haircut outside, and there's nice jazz music playing in the shop, if you guess what song it is, you won't be able to guess..."

"The Beatles' Hye Jude, that's right. I still have many Beatles' rare records at home. If you like them, I'll bring you a phonograph when I come back, including the discs."

This is the difference in self-cultivation. As a young lady, the cultural influence Meiji has received is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and she has dabbled in old songs from decades ago that young people have not often come into contact with.

Of course, the original owner may also have good self-cultivation as a high-achieving student at Waseda, but at least there is no reliable adult social animal Sayuri who was busy with socializing all day long and struggled with promotion.

The little thought she wanted to show off was punctured shamelessly, and her bright face froze instantly. Even though Miki couldn't see it, Sayuri snorted to play her petty temper, and everything fell into the eyes of Masako who dyed her hair silently. She was so cute, her eyes became more gentle, and she actually overlapped Sayuri with her well-behaved daughter who was married and moved to the other side of Tokyo for a long time.

Humming, humming, several engine roars were suddenly heard from Meiji's side.