People start to check in in Tokyo

Chapter 153 Spirit

At this moment, Aoba is also very helpless. When he just started trying to make coffee, he suddenly found that his skill [cooking proficiency] began to play a role. I didn’t expect that even coffee making can be counted in cooking. This is an accidental discovery up.

"Asama-kun, you are... not lying to me, are you?" Kyoichiro Aragaki looked at Aoba Asama in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"It's indeed my first time trying to make coffee, and the equipment is also very unfamiliar to me. It's the first time I have come into contact with it. Maybe Mr. Aragaki demonstrated it well!" Aoba smiled and shook his head.

"That's true." Kyoichiro Aragaki thought for a while, and it was indeed as he said that Asama-kun's movements at the beginning were completely unfamiliar, but as he gradually began to touch the equipment at hand, his movements became more and more complicated. become more proficient.

Is this guy a genius?

"I didn't expect that Asama-kun is so talented in this area, I'm really shocked!" Kyoichiro Aragaki said with a surprised expression while tasting the freshly brewed coffee.

He looked at the young boy in front of him, he was able to make coffee that was even more perfect than himself just by trying it for the first time, and at this moment Kyoichiro Aragaki suddenly wanted to curse someone, he just wanted to show off his own at first Craftsmanship, but I didn't expect to be educated once, so I talked about life.
Aoba walked back to the seat and sat down again.

"Mr. Aigaki, are you the only one in the store now? I remember you said that before." Aoba looked around suspiciously. He remembered that Mr. Aragaki had said before that there were part-timers in his store. Why? It's been a long time and I haven't seen her appear.

"Oh, you said that part-time lady, she only comes here at night." Kyoichiro Aragaki looked at the empty shop and laughed.

"So that's the case!" Aoba nodded.

"And the son and daughter-in-law are also busy with their work. Except for the granddaughter who often comes over, there are not many guests during the day, and they are always relatively quiet." Kyoichiro Aragaki's tone became calmer.

"Uh" Qingye heard loneliness from the old man's tone, and at the same time felt some strange emotions, like unwillingness and nostalgia.

Listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, there was a brief silence between the two.

Aoba put down the cup in his hand, and looked around the decoration style of the store.

The style is a bit like those classical coffee shops on the streets of London, England, with yellowish lights under the glass cover above the head, several brown-wood tables and chairs are symmetrically placed in the store, and there are various styles of exquisite cups on the cabinets on the facing wall. and several glass jars filled with coffee beans, each labeled.

The pure wooden operating table next to it is also very British style. Several leather high chairs are displayed side by side. The checkered vertical wall skirts of the same color as the tables and chairs surround the diamond-shaped plaid wallpaper. These beige walls are illuminated by the lights. Under the sunlight, the coffee shop has a more elegant atmosphere.

"How is this store? I personally designed and supervised the decoration before!" Noticing Asama Aoba's eyes, Aragaki Kyoichiro proudly introduced everything in the store to the other party.

"Unified color style, bright but not glaring lighting, coupled with this soothing music, the overall atmosphere makes people feel very comfortable." Aoba looked at the retro gramophone placed in the corner and listened quietly.

"Oh? I didn't expect, do you like this style too?" Seeing Asama-kun's expression, Aragaki Kyoichiro said in surprise.

"Yeah! It's just..." Aoba looked at the vertical phonograph suspiciously, her voice was a little strange.

"Like the old-fashioned phonograph, because of the different electronic components and playing methods, it can't compare with the clarity of the sound effect of the modern music player, but because of this, its sound can give the next People have a unique sense of haze, some people think it is a mist, but some people think it is a cradle, which is a resonance that cannot be felt in modern music players." Aoba said.

"It's just, why is this retro phonograph?" Aoba was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, Mr. Asama, it seems that you understand it very well, but there is one thing you guessed wrong. This phonograph is not a retro product, but a real antique." Kyoichiro Aragaki explained with a smile .

"A real antique?" Aoba was taken aback for a moment, then nodded knowingly, no wonder there was such a voice.

"That's right, even the records on it are the same. Moritz Travis's early works were released in late 1912. Because he was not well-known at the time, only a few dozen copies were released." Kyoichiro Aragaki smiled Said.

"So that's it!" Aoba rummaged through the knowledge contained in her skill [Musical Instrument Proficiency], and finally found the Moritz Travis that Kyoichiro Aragaki mentioned. Few, and the Moon Song that is being played now is a work he created in his early days out of the joy of the birth of his beloved daughter.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Aragaki could get such a rare thing." After Aoba checked his memory, after getting to know Moritz Travis, he also deeply admired this Kyoichiro Aragaki, even such a rare Everything can be obtained.

We must know that Moritz Travis almost mortgaged all of himself in order to make his own records. Even with such a large payment, his works are still incomprehensible. Travis, in his room, set himself on fire with alcohol, along with a room full of compositions and unsold records.

So, to have an original Moritz Travis record in your collection is a rarity.

"This is not something I can get. Although it belongs to me now, it originally belonged to the previous generation of owners of this store, even this vertical phonograph!" Kyoichiro Aragaki shook his head and looked at the Some old machines, stuck in certain memories.

Looking at Aoba Asama in front of him, he was just like he used to be. It was decades ago, on an afternoon after autumn, with the sky full of fallen leaves, he walked into this coffee shop, and its name at that time was It's not even called [Bird's Song], that's where he met the person who changed his life.

"The previous generation master?" Aoba was stunned for a moment, it turned out that Mr. Aragaki was not its original master.

"Well, that's right, I still have this store in the room upstairs. I'll show you the photos before I took over. Please wait here for a while, Mr. Asama, I'll be right back." Aragaki Kyouichiro was very interested, without waiting for Aoba Asama to say anything, he put down the coffee in his hand, turned around and went upstairs.

"Uh" Aoba looked at the back of Mr. Aragaki leaving in a hurry, that's all he said, but it was good, at least it gave Aoba and it a chance to be alone.

"Then." Aoba took a sip of coffee, and then looked at the seat of Kyoichiro Aragaki just now.

"Tell me, what exactly are you?" Aoba asked suspiciously, a young blonde woman was standing there, but her body was somewhat transparent, and she was still floating in the air.

"Can you see me?" The woman was stunned suddenly when she saw Aoba Asama's derivation.

"Obviously!" Aoba nodded.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone could see me again." The woman didn't mind Aoba Asama's rudeness, but looked at him a little excitedly.

"So, what exactly are you? A ghost?" Aoba asked suspiciously.

"My name is Leticia Travis. As for what I am now, I actually don't know!" Leticia shook her head blankly.

"Leticia Travis? What is your relationship with Moritz Travis?" After hearing the woman's name, Aoba was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the Moritz Travis mentioned by Mr. Aragaki before. Ritz Travis.

"He is my father!" Leticia said sadly.

"In that case, you should be an ordinary person, right?" Aoba said doubtfully.

"Yes." Leticia nodded.

Aoba looked Leticia up and down, and couldn't understand, if she was a ghost, but she didn't have any ghostly resentment.

Thinking of this, Aoba gently shook the bracelet on his wrist, and the next moment Qingling and Shizhi appeared beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

"Huh? A monster?"

"Huh? Ling?"

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