Tokyo Bubble Life

   Chapter 182 181, lies come out without drafting

  The reason Naoki Naoki came to the United States, the literary exchange meeting was held at the New York Library,

   The event is called the World Children's Literature Exchange in name. In fact, most of the people who come here are white people from the United States and Europe, and it is rare to see authors of other skin colors.

Similar to the award ceremony they attended in Japan, several older men announced the winners of this year's Newbery Children's Literature Award and the Gardecott Literature Award, and invited the two authors to give their acceptance speeches, and then proceeded as usual. After taking pictures, finally, we entered the official content of the exchange meeting - the salon.

  Yes, it's not a book club yet, it's more like a social place in the upper class of New York, where well-dressed gentlemen and ladies are chatting with wine glasses, occasionally expressing their reverence and love for literature,

   And the authors are like the mascots of the venue, flying between groups like butterflies wearing flowers.

  Nagayama Naoki basically didn't know the people here, and didn't want to become a literary activist, so another person quietly brought a stack of desserts and found a corner to sit down,

   After all, it is a name for literary exchanges. The works on the event site can be seen everywhere, and the quality is also high. Naoki Naoki directly picked up a book and read it.

   Well, "One Hundred Years of Solitude", why is there such a profound book at the Children's Literature Exchange?

   But he didn't dislike it. After all, it was a work of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

   With the same complexion as everyone else, and an introverted personality, no one came to talk to me until the event started.

   "It's almost like there's a commotion~"

The    event allows participants to take a book as a souvenir. Naoki Naoyama directly took away "One Hundred Years of Solitude". It's a pity, do you know someone who is as boring as Haruki Murakami?

  To be honest, the exchange meeting has begun, and the reason for Naoki Naoki to come to New York has already begun,

   Before returning to the hotel, I borrowed the hotel's international long distance to make a call to Basquiat, and wanted to know about the refund of the movie release in Japan, so as to determine the time to go back:

   "Moses Moses, outside is Yitang's house." A tired voice came from outside the microphone, Basquiat himself was at fault.

   "Shan Zhishu, you are Xing Ruozhishu, are you disturbing his rest?"

   "Oh, Naoki-san, have you, you still have no sleep." Basquiat said, "Is he in the United States now? How is the exchange program?"

   "Oh, it's still afternoon in New York, and the event is going on~" I know why Xing Ruozhishu immediately said that the event has started, "Shanzhishu, has the movie been released yet?"

   "Nothing for now. It's expected to be officially premiered the day before yesterday. We were discussing the filming and rehearsal for the past two days. We drank a lot of wine."

   "Hahaha~" Naoki Naoki smiled with a guilty conscience, "Maybe it's time to come back, there was a special exchange for the writers in the country before that~"

  The lie came out as soon as it was drafted. In order to avoid the propaganda activities in the dark, Naoki Naoki found a reason in an instant.

   "It's relevant, Naoki Yamanaki and Xiaoyou-san of the premiere will be done! Doubt him!"

   "Hey, there is still a little bit of confidence in Zhishu Sang." Basquiat completely has Wuming Fang Xing Ruozhishu's words, "But you will work hard to do it well."

   "Hi! You've worked hard."

Before    hung up the phone, Naoki Yongshan felt a little guilt. Fangcun and Xing Ruoshu were busy in the country, but they were free and restrained in the United States. It was too much.

   Be sure to buy less gifts to bring back to us!

   Before taking the name of Fangwai Construction, I called my hometown and wanted to ask my mother and Tsuruko what gifts they wanted.

   "Moses Moses, outside is Xing Ruo's family." At that time, the whole family should be watching TV in the living room, and Hezi answered the phone.

   "Tsuruko-chan, it's you."

   "Ni-chan! Is he in America?"

   "Of course it is."

   "It's daytime here, right?"

   "Yes, it's still noon outside."

   "Is it hot in New York?"

   "Yes, New York is still above zero now~" Xing Ruozhi interrupted Hezi's 100,000 why, "Hezi, how is Taro?"

   "Of course Taro is good! He said yes? Yes? Taro?"

   As he said that, he heard a humming voice coming from outside the microphone, and Naoki Naoki could only say silently outside his heart: "Hold on, Taro, I will pick him up when you go back."

"Hey, it's okay to adapt, Tsuruko, I'm calling to ask, what kind of gift does he want? After going to the clothing store, the clerk here said that if you want to buy clothes for men, it's best to ask your own opinion."

   "Gifts? Clothes?" Tsuruko's voice immediately became excited, "You want the latest fashion!"

   ". What exactly do you want? The clothes outside should be the latest fashion."

   "Uh." Yongshan Hezi obviously had no idea, so he handed the microphone to his mother, "Gasang, he told me what style to look at."

   The voice of the microphone was changed to Xing Wakanako: "Naoki, is the event in New York going well? Is there any service without soil and water?"

"Hey, the activity has been successfully completed, and your body is also very good." The mother really still cares about the child's body, she cares about the child's body like Tsuruko said, "Gasang, if you want to buy clothes, what kind of clothes should you buy? Woolen cloth?"

   "Naoki, let's forget about the clothes~" Nanako Yongshan hesitated, obviously it was my aesthetic, "Or just a small coat or a cheaper souvenir."

   "Uh, okay~" Naoki Naoki, who heard the disgust, was not a little sad, "You can buy it like that~"

   "When will Naoki come back?"

   "About a week or two ago, I wanted to go shopping in the United States~"

   "Be aware of the danger~" Nanako added, "Haha, Tsuruko said that you should buy less of the local specialties."

   "Hi Hi~"

   Naoki Naoki, who hung up the phone, thought about his previous itinerary. Yesterday, he was delayed by the big gangster. There are very few scenic spots that have not been seen.

  The Statue of Liberty must be seen, the Empire State Building and the Twin Towers can also be photographed, the Brooklyn Bridge is a must, and the Broadway show is also a must.

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  Have lunch outside the hotel, take a taxi and head to the Statue of Liberty.

In that morning, Xing Ruozhishu completely regarded himself as a first-time tourist. Although the young people have been here in the next life, the scenery after a few decades is exactly the same as before, not to mention that the Twin Towers have been in their previous lives. There is no.

  Photo + photo + photo, Naoki Naoki Naoyama is fortunate to have brought several spare films, so today's trip can be completed.

The statue of Liberty is a symbol of the United States. Before taking the cruise ship, you can find that the inner surface of the statue has turned green, but the interior is still the true color of copper. The elevator at the bottom of the bronze statue can reach the top of the pedestal. The 171-level spiral staircase inside the statue of the male **** descends to the crown at the top.

  Nagayama Naoki looks out at the small sea and Manhattan city from the big window at the top of the crown, and it feels as if the whole New York is above the field of vision.

  The Empire State Building can take the elevator down. The observation deck on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building can overlook New York City 360 degrees. There are no fixed binoculars, and the scenery is very wrong.

   As for the Twin Towers, you really have to look up from a distance, or you have to go down.

  The taxi carried Naoshu Yongshan around under the Brooklyn Bridge. Before the addiction was over, it came to the 7th trail and ended the shopping~

   "If you want clothes, just buy a bag, it must be wrong."

Naoki Yongshan is now considered a poor man. In violation of the principle of "only buying expensive is the right one", he bought an old Hermès bag for his mother, and then bought a Chanel perfume for Tsuruko, after all I'm still in school, I'm using the package~

   For father and younger brother, the two are basically trend-followers, and they can only buy some carved handicrafts and professional sea fishing equipment.

  The low-end stores outside of that of course also support door-to-door delivery, and all of them have left the address of the Central Plaza Hotel.

  The Broadway show doesn't end until 7 o'clock, and there is not one or two hours left. Naoki Naoki wanders under the streets of Manhattan,

  Suddenly saw a guy with a hood and a bag appearing outside the big alley. He squatted up and took out a spray can to scribble under the wall.

   Another street artist? Naoki Yongshan approached and shouted loudly, "Andy Water?"

   The guy raised his head, he was a white man, and he had a good temper. I saw Naoki Yongshan and raised the spray can aggressively: "Go away, don't mind your own business!"

  Xing Ruozhishu shrugged. In New York, there will always be friendly people and kind people. That is the inclusiveness of small international cities.

   "OK, you go, you go~"

  Nagayama Naoki raised his hands slightly and stepped forward.

  Perhaps the posture is very similar to being robbed. The patrolling policeman on the 7th path nearby saw it, and immediately blew the police whistle, and then ran over.

   The white guys shouted before they found out: "SHIT!"

   Throw something and run away.

  The police originally ran over quickly, but as soon as the white guys ran, it ended and turned into a chase.

Seeing that the two pairs of small long legs disappeared after a while, Naoki Naoyama praised: "Those two can go to the Olympics! If yesterday's gangsters were not as good as seven-eighths of ours, you might It just ran and fell."

  It was Naoki who passed Yongshan and looked back and saw the pack of spray cans that everyone had left behind. He took a few cans, but they were all white, white and red, and stuffed them back into the inner pocket of his small jacket.

   As expected, it is a windbreaker that can be seen with a submachine gun, and there is no deformation at all.

   Outside of those two years, Naoki Yongshan walked along the Seventh Path to Broadway. When he came across a place without graffiti, he would stop for a while and pretend to appreciate it.

   However, when someone was there, he immediately sprayed all kinds of stick figures in the blank space next to them, and added the iconic "Suprise!!!MotherFu*ker!!!"

The exciting feeling of    is like being without addiction. It’s no wonder that so few street artists forget about graffiti, even if they risk being chased by the police, they have to draw another picture.

   By the time we got to the Broadway Theatre, the spray cans had long been used up, and Naoki Naoki also remembered how many stick figures he had drawn. Anyway, he felt relieved.

  The Broadway Theater in the evening was playing the musical "Cat". It can be seen from the poster of the theater that it was the first time that musical was shown in New York.

  Nagayama Naoki is holding the ticket stub outside his hand, ha, that is a very memorable ticket~

  The interlude "Memory" outside the musical is said to be a song improvised by the musical's creator, Andrew Lloyd Webber.

   Improvisation, to be able to not have such a level, that is the real genius~

   With the name of the Broadway musical, Xing Ruozhishu also returned to the hotel,

   It was okay to go back to Japan at that time, but we had to wait until there were fewer promotions.

  I ate supper in the Palm Hall while flipping through the travel brochures of the United States, preparing to visit my place.

   A few days ago, Andy Walter, who was working backwards outside the studio, put on painting equipment when he saw Shuyi Thornhall walking away and retreating.

   "Andy, your brother, why is he here?" Andy Walter gave me a hug coldly. Xiuyi Sanhol can be said to be my good teacher and friend, and a noble person in my career.

   "Is there anything, just come and see him~" Xing Ruoshu Hall looked at the paintings outside the painting room, still bright and colorful, containing profound thoughts.

   "Let, does he know that there is a stickman under the street?" Xing Ruoshu lit a cigarette, leaned against the window sill and said casually, "Everywhere screaming Suprise!!!MotherFu*ker guy."

   "? Stickman? MotherFu*ker" I spent the past few days painting outside, so I knew the inner circle very well, "William?"

   "Oh, he knows me?" Shuichi Thornhall said with a smile, "It's no wonder he doesn't even have my graffiti in his 'gallery'."

   "A long-time friend."

   If Xing Ruoshu Hall mentioned it, after ten days and a half months outside the painting room, I would have forgotten that friend I only saw one morning.

"What's wrong with me?"

"My stickman is on fire." Shuichi Thornhall said with a smile, "Now from the Seventh Trail to MUDDCLUB, my stickman can be seen everywhere, street graffiti artists, and no one has stopped imitating my style. already."

  “???”

  Andy Water was not a little surprised, obviously that guy was just a beginner, and the first graffiti work was completed under his own eyelids.

   "The artistic content of the stickman is low, how can it become popular?"

   "This magical line and complex painting style satisfy the emotions of the elderly and people in New York who are disappointed with reality. Let's catch the rhythm of the times."

   During the economic downturn in 1982, there was no anger in everyone's heart, and the stickman represented no one to scold them.

  Shuichi Thornhall asked, "Can I introduce you to meet? You want to see what kind of guy he is."

  Xing Ruoshu has a unique language: "Do you have my contact information?"

  “?”

   "It's just a friend I've only met once." Xing Ruoshute said, "I'm a Japanese who just came here for a trip, oh oh, I'm still a writer, model and actor, very handsome!"

   That time, it was Shuyi Thornhall’s turn to say something: “If you want those things that are useless, you can get in touch, so I didn’t have a chance to talk about it before.”

  Andy Walter smiled: "The stickman that mysteriously appeared and disappeared. It's so cool. You must talk about it when you saw me last time."

   (end of this chapter)