Asakusa, Kaede Shirakawa came to Takeshi Kitano's door again.

Unlike the last time, this time Torotaro didn't follow. At this time, he was busy in the warehouse of Shirakawa Electric.

Since the official establishment of Shirakawa Electric, Torotaro has volunteered to go to the warehouse.

In his words, "I have warehousing experience anyway."

Well, if he's talking about the experience of working as a temporary worker at Kashiwagi for two days when he first arrived in Tokyo.

Shirakawa Kaede plans to let him exercise in warehousing, production, marketing, and other links, not to mention whether he is competent or not, at least to be familiar with it.

Ringing the doorbell, Shirakawa Kaede waited quietly in front of the door. After a month, the sun is getting hotter and hotter on a July afternoon.

"Xiao Feng? Come on in. Miko Matsuda, who had long hair, saw that it was Shirakawa Kaede and hurriedly let him in.

"Kamiko-san, excuse me" After changing his slippers at the entrance, Shirakawa Kaede greeted Mikiko Matsuda.

Since the last time Shirakawa Kaede came here, Miko Matsuda has affectionately called him "Little Kaede".

In her opinion, Shirakawa Kaede is her husband's junior, and she is relatively young and talented. He also fully supported Takeshi Kitano in his career, and even took over the script, just to make his husband make up his mind and devote himself to the film industry.

With this relationship, Matsuda Mikiko is very long-sleeved and good at dancing, and recalls him "Xiao Feng".

"Is Senior Brother Kitano at home?" Before he could sit down in the house, Shirakawa Kaede asked about Takeshi Kitano's itinerary.

He knows that Takeshi Kitano, as an artist, may not be at home all the time.

"In the study, Xiao Feng will come with me." Mikiko Matsuda took him directly to the study to find Takeshi Kitano, and didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

Turning down the corridor, Mikiko Matsuda pushed open a paper sliding door, "Xiao Wu, it's Xiao Feng." With that, she smiled and turned her head to look at Shirakawa Kaede, and stretched out her hand to gesture towards the study.

Shirakawa Kaede nodded and walked into the study. Kitano Takemasa lowered his head and wrote something, and looked up to see Shirakawa Kaede, "It's Shirakawa boy, if you don't come again, I'll have to find you." ”

Hearing this, Shirakawa Kaede smiled awkwardly. "Senior Brother Kitano, it's delayed because of something. I'll send it to you as soon as you're done. ”

After that, Shirakawa Kaede handed him the script that had been prepared a long time ago, in fact, he had already finished writing this story.

It's just that because I've been busy with Baichuan Electric for a month, I almost forgot about the Haikou I boasted about at the beginning.

So as soon as the matter of Shirakawa Electric was straightened out, he immediately came to visit Takeshi Kitano.

Takeshi Kitano, who was sitting upright, put down the pen in his hand, took Shirakawa Kaede's manuscript paper and began to read it carefully.

At this time, Matsuda Mikiko brought two cups of tea, gently placed them on their table, nodded and quietly withdrew.

In fact, she is also an artist, and she is also a female comic talent, and even before that, she was the host of Taizheng TV.

She and Takeshi Kitano met at the small theater in Asakusa, and the two naturally came together over the years.

Now, according to the previous ceremony, she and Takeshi Kitano are already married. In fact, they just had a meal together, and they didn't even go through the naturalization procedures, so it may seem more like living together to outsiders.

However, Mikiko Matsuda has always taken care of everything in Takeshi Kitano as his wife, including work and life.

When her husband was talking to a friend, she offered two cups of tea and silently withdrew from the study.

The traditional Japanese style does not contradict the artist's long-sleeved dancing on her body, just like RB where the old and the new coexist.

While Takeshi Kitano was reading the script, Shirakawa Kaede was also looking at this study.

The style is very retro, there is no desk in the traditional sense, only a low table.

When you enter the door, you will find tatami mats, and there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. The whole study room exudes a faint charm.

I didn't expect Takeshi Kitano, who looks rough on the outside, to have such an elegant side.

Shirakawa Kaede lowered his head and glanced at the bookcase, which should have been half written by Takeshi Kitano.

As a comic, I watched him giggle on stage. In fact, in private, especially in the audience, every day I rack my brains to write some jokes that can make everyone laugh.

As an artist, they don't just make fun of themselves on stage, they take it as a profession. Making the audience laugh is their job.

"It was unexpected."

The silent study was suddenly interrupted by Takeshi Kitano's exclamation.

He looked up at Shirakawa Kaede, "Take out your Meiji student ID." ”

"Huh?" Shirakawa Kaede didn't keep up with Takeshi Kitano's brain circuit.

"Meiji, student ID." Takeshi Kitano emphasized again.

Shirakawa Kaede took out his small notebook and handed it to him.

Takeshi Kitano opened his student ID card and looked at it, "It turns out that he is really a student of Meiji." ”

Shirakawa Kaede's eyes darkened, Senior Brother Kitano, we haven't known each other for a day or two. Could it be that you think I lied to you before?

"But you're really not going to drop out of Meiji?" Takeshi Kitano returned his student ID to him, and he didn't forget to encourage him again.

Shirakawa Kaede ignored him.

"Shirakawa boy, you're composing music and lyrics, and you're writing stories, which isn't like what a Meiji business administration student should do."

Takeshi Kitano picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Brother Kitano is my role model." Shirakawa Kaede replied with a big grin.

"Haha" Takeshi Kitano laughed loudly, he knew that this was Shirakawa Kaede connotating him, and the students of the Faculty of Science and Engineering turned out to be a manga.

Is this reasonable? It makes sense.

"But this story seems like you can write it. Sentimentality, happiness and sadness are very much in line with the image of you in my heart, Mr. Shirakawa. ”

Senior Brother Kitano, do you have any misunderstanding about me..., no, do you have any misunderstanding about yourself.

Shirakawa Kaede has already begun to make up for the scene of Takeshi Kitano's left and right hands fighting each other in his heart.

"Although it is a pure love story, it has some sense of death, and it is still a cliché." With that, Takeshi Kitano closed the script gently. It was not returned to Shirakawa Kaede, but placed on a low table.

Shirakawa Feng raised his eyebrows and knew in his heart, "How about it, Senior Brother Kitano, the story didn't disappoint you too much." ”

Kitano Takeda sat in front of the desk, closed his eyes and pondered for a while. When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were calm.

"Shoot it"

Let's shoot, the voice in Kitano's heart bewitches him all the time.

Since the last time Shirakawa Kaede picked on him a movie, he has been hiding in the depths of his heart, and he can't suppress his desire and yearning for movies anymore.

Recently, he has been addicted to movies whenever he has time. Learn everything about it, framing, shooting, script, crew run.

Thanks to his frequent dealings with TV stations, he has also observed the work of the staff behind the scenes for a long time.

Today, even if Shirakawa Kaede can't come up with a story that makes him feel excited, he will try his best to find a story for himself.

In short, shoot something. He told himself in his heart.

Now, he glanced at the script in front of his desk. There happens to be a story that touches you, so let's shoot it.

"Good" Shirakawa Kaede's eyes brightened. He likes the light that shines when he makes up his mind when he wants to do something.

"But the movie is not so easy, it takes a long time to prepare. First of all, Haiyu's choice. Kitano Takeshi looked at Shirakawa Kaede with burning eyes.