Before leaving the Furukawa Hall, Yukino Riho found the housekeeper and settled today's payment.
One afternoon, 6,000 yen.
After counting, she put the money into her backpack, smiled bitterly, and looked a little sad.
There are three classes a week, and the money I earn in a month is only enough to pay the rent of the small building in the bakery. Other than that, I can only rely on the savings I left behind for other living expenses.
Now the savings are about to bottom out, the bakery can’t make any money in a short period of time, the income and expenditure are seriously unbalanced, it’s really a headache...
Holding her handbag, Yukino Riho walked towards the door of Furukawa Hall, and met the bodyguard Mr. Kamiya on the way.
She thought for a while and said hello: "Mr. Kamiya, can you drive a motorcycle?"
"As a bodyguard, I am professional." Mr. Kamiya replied.
"Um?"
Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly, not understanding why he answered the question incorrectly.
"...yes!" Mr. Kamiya was very tired.
After living alone for five years, it seems that she still has not integrated into human society at all.
Asking a professional bodyguard whether he can drive a motorcycle is a mentally retarded question. Really, anyone who knows something about human society would not be able to ask!
"That's great." Yukino Riho laughed happily, "Mr. Kamiya, please help me drive my motorcycle to the flea market. I want to sell it."
"……good."
Mr. Kamiya felt at that time that a mouthful of hot blood was stuck in his throat.
When selling second-hand motorcycles, why don't you post a transaction online and let people come to see you? How can anyone go to a flea market to sell motorcycles?
Looking at Xue Nu's innocent appearance that day, he didn't know how to refuse, so he could only nod helplessly: "I'll help you ride over to it, which market?"
"Well, let's go to Meiji Park. The transportation is more convenient there."
As he spoke, Yukino Riho took out the key from his bag and handed it to Mr. Kamiya: "Mr. Kamiya, please go to my bakery and bring the car over. I'll wait for you in the park."
"OK."
"Thank you so much."
After leaving the Furukawa Kaikan, Yukino Riho took the Denen City Line train from Sangenchaya Station back to Shibuya, and then walked to Meiji Park.
Pay the 200 entrance fee and go to the crowded flea market.
She picked up a piece of cardboard from the roadside and planned to borrow a large pen from the stall owner to write sales information on it. When she looked around for stalls selling second-hand stationery, a familiar figure suddenly passed her eyes.
Huh?
Yukino Riho looked over in surprise.
Wearing a high school uniform, a handsome young man squatted in front of a stall selling handicrafts. He was holding a strange toy in his hand. While bargaining with the stall owner, he turned over the thing in his hand with some boredom and said, "What if?"
I bought the red Pang Na form." Then he shook his head with regret and walked to the stall on the other side.
Sure enough it was him!
Yukino Riho bit her lower lip hesitantly, followed him for a while, and saw him squatting down in front of an old bookstall.
Want to buy a book?
She stopped behind the boy.
This time, I must ask his name.
Perhaps after this, the two sides will never interact again, and the other party may not have ever taken saving people seriously, but as the first human being to help him, Yukino Riho believes that this is of great significance.
At least, you need to know his name.
After waiting for a long time, the boy bought a book and stood up from the stall.
Yukino Riho quickly bent down slightly and made a greeting, then raised her head and smiled: "What a coincidence, I can meet you here, may I ask..."
Before she could finish speaking, the young man blinked and waved: "Hello, goodbye."
Then, he turned around and left.
Yukino Riho froze on the spot, looking a little aggrieved.
She was full of enthusiasm and came to say hello.
he……
How can he be so cold (broken voice)!
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"What a coincidence, I can meet you here, may I ask..."
When he heard this, Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment, and then complained in his heart that Tokyo is really small, and said: "Hello, goodbye!"
After that, he turned around and left.
There was a stall selling second-hand guitars not far away. Fujiwara Izaya wanted to take a look, but before he took two steps, a question suddenly came to his mind - could the person selling second-hand motorcycles be this stupid woman?
Look at your watch, it's exactly half past five...
Fujiwara Izaya stopped and turned around.
Under the soft twilight of dusk, the foolish woman stood sluggishly among the crowd, looking slightly dazed.
Counting high heels, I am 175+ tall, and I stand out tall in the crowd. I wear a light brown spring coat, a uniform short skirt with high heels and black stockings. The clothes give me a neat and comfortable feeling.
She didn't wear any accessories, just a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses. These glasses added a ray of intellectual beauty to her originally quiet and cold temperament, which made Fujiwara Izaya's eyes light up.
"It's you, I almost didn't recognize it!" he shouted with a smile.
After seeing the relieved smile on her face, Fujiwara Izaya immediately squatted in front of the guitar stall and negotiated the price with the stall owner.
He will pay the price of killing the stupid woman later, so he can't show too much intimacy now, otherwise he will be embarrassed to speak later.
Finally, we struck up a conversation... Yukino Riho breathed a sigh of relief, came to his side and squatted down, waiting quietly.
"How much does this guitar cost?"
"Thirty-five thousand yen."
"Is ten thousand yen okay?"
"No, this is a genuine Yamaha guitar. It cost more than 60,000 when I bought it new," said a young female stall owner who must have just graduated from her age. "And I haven't used it a few times. You can see that the condition is still so new."
."
Fujiwara Izaya reached out and plucked the strings.
The four elements of "stable, accurate and clear" sound are acceptable, and the price of 35,000 yen is also reasonable.
"What a good thing..." He raised his head and showed a slightly shy smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have enough money to buy it. But I really like this guitar. You can keep it for me to buy next time.
?”
The delicate and handsome artistic young man showed such a lethal expression. The female stall owner's heart trembled and her voice immediately softened.
"How much can you offer?" she asked gently.
"Only ten thousand..." Fujiwara Izaya looked shy and sounded slightly disappointed, "I am a country boy who came from the mountains of Nagano Prefecture. I have loved music since I was a child. My biggest dream is to have a guitar of my own.
But in the year I came to Tokyo, I only saved so much money through part-time jobs..."
In the eyes of the stall owner, the young man who fell into a state of despair was particularly lovable.
Especially when he said this, he was still rubbing his fingers. This awkward look made people want to hold him gently in his arms, touch his head, and gently soothe his emotions.
If it were a male stall owner, he would probably scold him by saying, "Your dreams are none of my business."
But as for the female stall owner, Izaya Fujiwara looked at the motherly eyes of the woman in front of him and felt that he was betraying his appearance.
Next to her, Yukino Riho also fell into an inexplicable sad mood.
What it feels like to have no money...
She feels it so much!
"Just ten thousand, it doesn't matter."
"How can this be done..."
"Take it."
The female stall owner put the guitar directly into the boy's hand.
"Thank you." Fujiwara Izaya cherished the guitar with both hands, and a smile as pure as a white lotus bloomed on his face, "Sister, you are so beautiful."
"Dong~"
The female stall owner clearly heard the sound of her heart trembling.
My ears were buzzing and my head was a little dizzy.
When he came back to his senses, there were ten crumpled thousand yen bills left on the stall, and the boy had disappeared.