Chapter 131 130, What to Do if Your Thoughts Are Not Clear

Chapter 131 130, What to do if the idea is not clear~

The people in the salon come and go very freely,

Everyone is busy making connections and expanding resources,

At the very least, they have to make themselves familiar to the big guys in the circle,

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

And Naoki Nagayama chatted with this future famous writer who he just met for more than an hour,

Until the people in the salon began to leave slowly.

Kunji Morikawa finally remembered that there was another person he brought to the venue. He glanced and found him in the corner.

"Naoki-san, you have made a new friend too!" Kuniji Morikawa walked to the side of the two people and looked at the other person for a while. He looked very introverted.

"Haha, I just met a writer and chatted for a while."

Haruki Murakami nodded to Kuniji Morikawa without saying anything.

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

"Yes, it's almost time to leave. Naoki-san, do you want to go with me?"

"Of course, you brought me here, so of course you have to take me back."

After Naoki Nagayama said this to Kuniji Morikawa, he looked at Haruki Murakami: "Haruki-san, then I'll say goodbye today!"

"Well, Naoki-san, see you again if we're lucky!"

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

"Naoki-san, the new friend seems very shy~ and he's very interesting to talk to. Let's meet again if we're lucky"

"Yes, he's a very interesting guy~"

He'll be a big name in the Japanese literary world in the future!

It was already past 5pm when he returned to Yamazakurain.

After saying goodbye to Kuniharu Morikawa, Naoki Nagayama returned home.

Generally, Naoki Nagayama would have started preparing dinner at this time, but he had eaten too much this afternoon, so he probably didn't need to eat dinner.

After changing into a casual outfit, Naoki Nagayama sank into the soft sofa in the living room.

The sky gradually darkened, and under the warm yellow light, the dark-colored living room still looked cold.

I don't want to watch TV, read, or go to bed early.

What should I do to kill time at this time?

I just ran into Haruki Murakami in the afternoon, and I thought of his famous work "Norwegian Forest". What does the original version of the Beatles sound like?

Naoki Nagayama quickly searched in a box of records he had bought before.

Blues, blues, and this one is still blues. Oh, this one is citypop.

There is no rock in the classic records recommended by the store owner? No Beatles?

This has to be given a bad review!

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

The idea of ​​listening to music was aroused in his mind. If it cannot be satisfied, it will cause the idea to be unsatisfactory. What is the use of making so much money? !

It was not completely dark yet. He quickly put on his shoes and ran to the garage to drive out his beloved car. Naoki Nagayama was going to Shimokitazawa to find trouble with the record store manager!

The night of Tokyo at the end of the year was still very prosperous. Chiyoda District was relatively quiet after get off work, but as soon as you entered Shibuya, the atmosphere of feasting and revelry suddenly rose.

The road was full of colorful neon lights, the aroma of roadside stalls, the smell of alcohol in izakayas, the popularity of nightclubs, and the smell of powder in dance halls. All intertwined, under the fluorescent lights of shops along the street and the street lights on both sides of the street, it turned into a colorful illusion.

There was no shortage of traffic during the evening rush hour. Sometimes you have to wait for more than ten minutes at an intersection. The congestion in the future can be seen at this time.

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

If he spent so much energy and still couldn't buy the original record of "Norwegian Forest", then he really had a bad idea.

I was looking forward to the record a little more.

There were still many people wandering around Shimokitazawa at night, and the record store he had visited before was still open.

Naoki Nagayama pushed the door open aggressively and scared the boss.

But he calmed down as soon as he opened his mouth:

"Boss, do you have any classic rock records?"

"What style of rock do you want?"

"The Beatles!"

Okay, this is more accurate now.

Seeing that there would be another big order before the end of get off work, the store manager also cheered up. While looking for Beatles records for Naoki Nagayama, he introduced him to Elvis, the Rolling Stones, Queen, etc.

Naoki Nagayama noticed that the store manager put more and more records on the counter.

"Manager-san, wait a minute."

"What's the matter? Are you not satisfied with these records?"

"No, I'm not really interested in rock music. I prefer folk songs, these." Naoki Nagayama wanted to use this as an excuse to ask the store manager to put some photos back, but he was even happier.

"Folk songs, right? You have the same interest as me!"

Then he put a bunch of classic folk records on the counter at a faster speed.

In the cold night, Naoki Nagayama walked out of the store with a carton of records and an empty wallet.

Looking back at the sign, it said "Record Assassin".

Sure enough, this knife caught people off guard.

Put the box full of records and tapes on the back seat, started the sports car and drove to Chiyoda,

Naoki Nagayama took a random tape from the box and inserted it into the car stereo.

After a while, a soothing melody sounded,

This is an American "Tennessee Waltz",

Is this a folk song? Or the countryside? Did the store manager lie to me?

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

The road back was quite empty.

Most of the time, I am the only car on the quiet road. Occasionally, a few cars drive by quickly.

Just when I thought I would be able to get home so smoothly, suddenly there was the sound of a roaring motor from behind, and three obviously modified motorcycles roared past from behind.

"Bosozoku?"

Seeing the inexplicable words written on their iconic leather jackets such as "Noisy is the best", "I am the only one in the world", etc.,

"You're riding a motorcycle outside on a cold day, and your leather jacket doesn't look very thick. Aren't you cold?"

But after driving for so long, it was really interesting to finally see one of Tokyo’s features.

As the road enters the city, there are more and more traffic on the road.

Just as he was about to enter Shibuya, Naoki Nagayama actually saw these three motorcycles again.

He was actually waiting for the traffic light like other cars.

When he arrived at the next traffic light intersection, he actually stopped next to them. Naoki Nagayama glanced at them and couldn't help but laugh~

The little girl sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle saw Nagayama Naoki's smile through the glass, and patted the window glass arrogantly.

"What are you laughing at! What a duck~" The ejection sound was made quite decently.

When I saw the bosozoku next to me, they all looked over. It looked like there would be a conflict if I wasn't careful.

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

"Very handsome!"

Then when the light turned green, he started the car and continued moving forward.

Several young bosozokus were a little confused by this move. What kind of operation was this?

Isn't it a provocation?

Shouldn't there be yelling, racing, and fighting next?

The simplest thing is to just ignore it, or let us scold you~

How did it become a compliment? ?

Speaking of which, I was a little happy to be praised for being handsome~

The little girl was fascinated by Nagayama Naoki's smile, and realized that he had already left.

All I can say is:

"You still have to say it!"