Chapter 50: The Agreement Is Made
Kitano Takeshi in front of him was still struggling with the crab, and the hot weather made his forehead covered with sweat.
Seeing him gritting his teeth, Baichuan Feng suddenly felt that Kitano Takeshi, who had such rich expressions, must have rich and delicate emotions in his heart.
When I noticed him in my previous life, Kitano Takeshi always had that expressionless face.
Under this numb expression, there is both a cold and violent side and a soft and warm side that heals.
"Brother Kitano," Shirakawa Feng put down his chopsticks and stared at him, "Have you ever thought about making a movie yourself?"
Kitano Takeshi let go of the half-bitten crab leg and raised his greasy mouth, "What a joke, kid! Do you think anyone can make a movie? That's a movie..."
As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and everyone at the table fell silent.
Matsuda Mikiko poured another glass of wine for Kitano Takeshi, Mori Masayuki looked puzzled, and Kaneko Jiro remained silent. As for Kotaro, he was enjoying his meal.
Kitano Takeshi picked up the glass and hesitated for a moment, but finally drank it all. "Movies are indeed fascinating, but it is very troublesome to complete a movie.
Although I have never been involved in this, but behind the scenes of the TV station I have seen dozens of staff members of all kinds working hard for a show.
This is just an ordinary variety show. If it were a movie, it would be much more complicated. The script, actors, crew, and the distribution and release are not something that can be done with just enthusiasm. "
After saying that, Takeshi Kitano picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempura, lowered his head and began to eat slowly.
"I'll write the script." Shirakawa Kaede did not move his eyes away, still staring at Brother Kitano, who was still a manzai.
Kitano Takeshi stopped, Mori Masayuki's eyes were like arrows, Kaneko and Kaneko Jiro looked astonished, and Torataro was eating happily.
Shirakawa Kaede's words immediately caused the whole room to fall into silence. Seeing that no one was talking, Kotaro realized it later and quietly put down his chopsticks, glanced at the wine glass, and moved his throat. He couldn't help but gently pick up the wine glass and sip it.
"Haha~" Kitano Takeshi suddenly laughed, "Shirakawa boy, why didn't I know you have the talent to write scripts."
Baichuan Feng faced everyone's gaze calmly, "I can't write a professional script, but I can write a story. With a complete story, it will be much easier to ask the staff to polish it into a script."
"Don't you think that writing a script can become popular just like the song "Ephemerida" you wrote?" Kitano Takeshi still didn't believe that Shirakawa Kaede could write a famous story .
He thought it was just a boast made by a young man to save face, and he had often done this kind of thing in the past.
"Brother, it's 'Dragonfly', not 'Mayfly'..." Baichuan Feng helplessly corrected the slip of the tongue for his careless senior brother.
"They're all the same. They look almost the same anyway..." Kitano Takeshi muttered.
"If," Mori Masayuki, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, attracting everyone's attention, "If Shirakawa-kun can really write a script, I might be able to help the crew."
He didn't know whether Baichuan Feng had the talent to write scripts, but judging from the communication he had just had with Baichuan Feng, the latter should not be a person who liked to brag.
"Eh" Kitano Takeshi was stunned. He looked at Mori Masayuki who looked serious, and then turned to Shirakawa Kaede who looked calm.
He fell silent and didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the half-eaten crab leg and started to bite it again.
Everyone remained silent, but their eyes were focused on Kitano Takeshi. Matsuda Kanko silently poured him a cup of tea.
"Pah" Kitano Takeshi threw down the crab leg with only the empty shell left. He picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped his mouth and fingers.
"Shirakawa" Kitano Takeshi put away his previous teasing and indifference, and his expressionless face made Shirakawa Feng seem to see the master of violent aesthetics in later generations.
"If you can really write a story that moves my heart, then, " Kitano Takeshi stared at him straight, "just do it!"
"Okay!" Shirakawa Kaede raised his glass, and Kitano Takeshi, Mori Masayuki, Kaneko Jiro, Matsuda Kanko, and the slightly slower Kotaro all put their glasses together, and with a "ding~" sound, the agreement was made.
"Ha~" After a glass of sake, Kitano Takeshi returned to his carefree and lazy look, "Shirakawa boy, what kind of story are you going to write? I can't be moved by clichéd stories."
Shirakawa Kaede glanced at Kitano Takeshi and Matsuda Mikiko with a smile, "Thanks to my senior brother and Mikiko-san, it's probably a story about the sea."
The idea came from what Takeshi Kitano just said about the beach vacation after marriage. I wonder if this senior brother will feel a sense of déjà vu when seeing the story.
…
After a unique wedding banquet, it was already getting dark when we left Takeshi Kitano's house.
Because she had classes at school tomorrow, Shirakawa Kaede said goodbye to Torataro and prepared to return to her dormitory in Suginami District that night.
In the summer evening, the sunlight has become much gentler.
The fiery sunset made the faces of passers-by red. Shirakawa Kaede took off his suit jacket and hung it on his arm, then walked slowly along the narrow street facing the afterglow.
As summer vacation approaches, businesses on the streets have begun to hang up signs announcing various summer discount activities.
Fireworks, goldfish scooping, taiko drums, just thinking about these things, my mind is already filled with various scenes of summer festivals.
Busy shops, enthusiastic adults, and cheering children.
Shirakawa Feng watched all this with a smile, and gradually slowed down his pace when passing by an orange telephone booth.
Recalling the figure in his mind, he chuckled and turned into the phone booth.
His fingers gently pressed the familiar yet seldom-dial paging number. After a few rings, he hung up the phone and leaned against the glass inner wall of the phone booth, waiting quietly.
"Ding-ling-ling..." The crisp ringing of the bell instantly woke him up from his distraction.
"Moshimoshi?" A soft female voice echoed in my ears.
For a moment, Baichuan Feng suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Shirakawa-kun?" the person on the other side asked tentatively.
"Hey," Shirakawa Feng swallowed back the words he was about to say, "Senior Tanaka, this is a public phone, how could you guess that?"
A smug laugh came from the other side, "That's awesome, right?"
"Very impressive," Baichuan Feng praised exaggeratedly, and laughed out loud after saying that. After greeting each other with laughter, Baichuan Feng relaxed and asked, "Are you still filming?"
"It's over now, but the sunset in Fukuoka is really beautiful."
The story of Yuko Tanaka's "Little Pony Sister" takes place in Fukuoka, so many of the exterior scenes were basically shot there. As a second or third role with considerable weight, she naturally had to follow the crew to shoot .
When she mentioned the sunset, Shirakawa Feng also looked out the window. The red light was suffusing the sky. "Yes, it is indeed beautiful."
The sunset in Fukuoka and Tokyo are no different, except that one falls into the sea and the other disappears among the skyscrapers.
"When will the filming of this play be completed, senior sister?" Baichuan Feng leaned against the glass and stared at the sky. He was so relaxed that even his voice became much softer.
"Probably around August."
“Have you been in Fukuoka?”
"That's not the case. I should be able to return to Tokyo in a month."
"If I can make it in time, maybe I can give Senior a gift."
"Hey, a gift?"
"Well, just consider it as a way of thanking you for taking care of me all the time."
“I’m really looking forward to it.”
"Well, see you then?"
"Hayi "
…
After hanging up the phone, Yuko Tanaka did not leave immediately. She leaned against the glass wall in the phone booth, fiddling with her pigtails left over from filming.
Suddenly she smiled, her face was like a blooming flower, her smile continued and her body swayed.
To say that he is taking care of me, I have always been grateful for his care.
