It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Tamura was sent back to his house.

Looking at the appearance of the village village, Higashino Tsukasa also felt a lot of emotion.

The actual Tokyo is very different from the Japanese anime and dramas that I saw in my previous life.

A more realistic and down-to-earth 'heart of Japan' is displayed in front of Tsukasa Higashino.

Drunken and down-and-out homeless people, tired office workers who have to work overtime, neighbors quarreling over a little profit...

It's not like Tsukasa Higashino hasn't traveled to Japan before, but at that time, from the perspective of a tourist, he naturally couldn't see any of this.

But now, it is precisely because Higashino lives in this international metropolis that he really feels a corner of this exotic culture...

For some reason, thinking of this, Higashino suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The brain is very light, the thinking is very divergent, and the inspiration gushes out like water!

Although he hadn't thought of what exactly he was going to paint, Tsukasa Higashino had a feeling for some reason.

As soon as he has a canvas in front of him, his fingers will move on their own – drawing his ideal Tokyo!

It's the best he's ever been!

But - what about the canvas?!

Higashino Tsukasa looked up and swept around, and he actually found a street painter.

It was a girl, and she looked like a college girl.

At this time, she had just set up an easel on the side of the pedestrian street and put her canvas on it—

Higashino Tsukasa rushed over without saying a word, and asked her excitedly: "I'm sorry, can you give me a position?" ”

If it were usual, Tsukasa Higashino would not have done this.

But the thoughts in his brain are colliding, and the actions of his body are one step ahead of his brain.

It's like the first time you do that kind of thing, the whole person is governed by the body, not the brain.

Perhaps frightened by the smell of alcohol (from Tamura) on Tsukasa Higashino's body, or as if attracted by the aura of the same kind of people on him, the female street painter glanced at Tsukasa Higashino and actually showed a very understanding expression.

She nodded silently and gave up her place to Tsukasa Higashino.

"Thank you."

Higashino took the canvas and brush in the other party's hand, squeezed out the oil paint, and the brush was rolled, but he didn't even play the draft, and he started painting directly.

Tsukasa Higashino is supposed to be a Tokyo street.

The long streets are lined with high-rise buildings and billboards.

Neon lights flicker, colorful lights wrapped around the greenery shimmer, and pedestrians come and go, brightly dressed and well-dressed.

They were laughing in the rickety lights, giggling and discussing, whispering and flirting, looking relaxed.

Because they are already successful in Tokyo, the bright future is like the neon lights on the streets of Tokyo.

The sky is lit up, and Tokyo looks like a city that never sleeps.

The neon lights flickered misty and shiny, and everything that shiny and shiny makes the entire Tokyo city look pompous and drunk.

Yellow and white, dark red and blue black.

The silhouette of the building is hazy in the light, and the pedestrians walking in oil paintings and behaving pompously.

Everything is in an indescribable atmosphere, just like Japan before the bubble economic crisis, which was shaking like a dream.

But...

"Cool color as the base color...?"

The female college student behind her looked at the overall picture of Tsukasa Higashino with an expression of incomprehension.

The overall warm light color block of this painting accounts for a lot, and the cold color as the background color can't suppress the whole picture at all.

But why does Higashino still use cold colors as the base color?

It's just that she didn't speak.

After all, after just a few strokes, she already knew that the level of the young man in front of her was much higher than hers.

There is no comparison between oneself and the other person.

Sensing that the people around her were curious to gather around here, the female college student silently stood to the side.

This action is to tell them not to approach for the time being, so as not to disturb the creation of the young man in front of them.

She also saw that this young man may have suddenly had an inspiration, which is why she asked herself about borrowing canvases and brushes.

Very understandingly, she drove away the crowd, and the female college student looked at Higashino Tsukasa again.

The next moment, she showed an unbelievable look.

Because... The oil painting in front of the young man has changed completely.

And what changed the whole picture was just a character drawn by the young man.

Wrapped in cold colors, even the light of the street lamps looked pale and weak.

That's probably a down-and-out middle-aged man.

He leaned against a lamppost with a dejected expression, his eyes staring blankly at the pompous view of Tokyo.

Dressed in formal clothes and full of alcohol, he seemed to have a smile on his lips, but tears flowed down his face very uncompromisingly.

Extreme depression, extreme pain, and finally helplessness.

This is a character that makes female college students feel like this when they see it.

It contrasts with the warm colors of the streets of Tokyo, with the sneering gaze of pedestrians, but with the cool background of blue and black.

The picture gradually rises in the eyes of the female college student and gradually becomes three-dimensional.

This is...?

The female college student looked around in surprise and confusion.

Suddenly came back to his senses, and the surroundings had already changed.

Exquisitely dressed pedestrians, warm neon lights flashing, reflecting everything full of hope.

For some reason, seeing this scene, an idea suddenly popped up in her heart.

This is Tokyo.

It is a place where hopes and dreams can be realized.

But as soon as the idea came to mind, the next second... The sky was spinning around, and the female college student fell heavily to the ground.

She looked up again.

It's still the same Tokyo street, but the scenery is completely different.

The middle-aged man with his back against the telephone pole was covered in alcohol, shouting complaining words and tears in his eyes.

Everything around was shaky, and in the cold night, even the light of the street lamps looked pale and cold, so that the female college student could not feel any warmth.

Everything around is so hopeless, depressing, painful.

The female college student looked at the middle-aged man leaning against the telephone pole in front of her with a complicated expression.

What kind of middle-aged man is it?

That's clearly the self after falling out of adulthood.

But this is also Tokyo.

It's a place where you rub your dreams under the feet of money and spit on two mouthfuls of saliva.

Why am I living like this?

Leaning on the telephone pole, he looked up, not knowing who he was asking.

Dressed in alcohol, she looked at the sky in a fog.

There is no night in Tokyo.

It's always lit up here.

But the excitement never belonged to me, and my heart had long since stopped brightening.

But this is also Tokyo.

This is Tokyo.

......

Not!

The female college student seemed to wake up from a dream, and everything seemed to have passed for a while, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

The surroundings were still like that, and there was a circle of people around Higashino Tsukasa, and these pedestrians watched him draw curiously, but no one made a sound to disturb him.

She looked at Tsukasa Higashino in front of her again, and she was only surprised in her heart.

The cold blue and black tones that I thought could not be suppressed have unconsciously wrapped the entire picture of the oil painting, forming a clear contrast with the exaggerated warm colors of the whole picture.

Middle aged.

A pompous and drunken Tokyo.

It's a great picture...