Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

The performance was all the way from the road, and then the final ceremony was completed on the performance stage.

The rostrum was high and overlooked, and it was very clear and comfortable to watch the activities. It was also the best position in terms of design.

The first row was for bigwigs with official status, the second row was for industry bigwigs in culture and tourism, and the third row was for industry leaders.

Oda Shingo looked at the only empty seat in front of him and was curious.

He was in the second row, but he hadn't come yet?

Which industry bigwig related to the Ministry of Culture or the Ministry of Tourism would it be?

If it was Mrs. Yukino, she would be qualified to sit here, he thought. Although Yukino was a female assistant reviewer in the winter, she was there out of interest, and her social status was definitely higher than his.

As the sky darkened, the performance of the Autumn Equinox Festival began.

Unlike China, Japan's festival performances are mainly traditional, with very few modern pop songs or modern dances.

At least it won't be like the autumn harvest performance in a certain place, where popular stars were invited to sing love songs...

But when it comes to traditional performances in Japan, some are very good, but some are not so attractive.

The performance started with the drums. Eight young men and eight girls came from afar playing small drums. After they got on stage, the staff carried bigger drums.

Bang-dong, bang-dong, bang-dong, bang-dong--the sound of the large drums was deafening, and the drums were beating rhythmically. Especially a few girls, who swung their bare arms so loudly that it was hard for people to watch.

Oda Shingo thought of the drum master he played when he was a child, and even subconsciously waved his hands in the air.

"Have you played it too?" Fujido Kaoshi smiled.

Oda Shingo nodded: "I've played the drum game."

"When will you take me to the arcade to play?" Fujido Kaoshi raised her eyebrows.

"When you're free."

"Bad guys."

The next performance was the sword dance and fireworks performance. Most of the performers were students from nearby universities. They were all wearing traditional costumes, which was unique.

Although Oda Shingo had similar memories, they were inherited from this body after all. It was the first time for him to watch, and he couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Are your eyes not enough?" Namikaze Yukaku suddenly whispered beside him.

"No." Oda Shingo quickly retracted his gaze.

Namikaze Yukaku looked at him and whispered, "I can dance too. I'll just dance for you next time?"

"Uh..."

"You don't mean to say "when I'm free", do you?" Namikaze Yukaku's face was cold.

Oda Shingo saw that it was not good, and immediately explained quickly: "No. In my concept, dance is an act of showing the beauty of the opposite sex, but Yukaku, you usually give me a very beautiful impression, and you don't need to perform dance to show it."

Namikaze Yukaku was stunned, and then his face quickly turned red, and he lowered his head and dared not look at Oda Shingo again.

"Sweet words! Why were you so perfunctory to me just now?" Fujido Kaoru raised his inverted triangle eyes at the side.

It turns out that Mr. Oda is so good at coaxing girls... Yuko Mikami was surprised, but soon began to wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend at present?

The next performance was a performance of dozens of traditional Japanese monsters patrolling the streets at night. The appearance was carefully made, and there was official funding support, so the effect was quite good.

Oda Shingo got up and went to the bathroom.

"Bring the invitation ticket." Namikaze Yukaku reminded.

The bathroom is a distance away, quite far from the avenue.

"It's stuffy." The weather was humid, so he took off his mask and only wore sunglasses.

When he came out of the bathroom, Oda Shingo heard the shouts of the "Oiran Dochu".

"Oiran Dochu" originated in the Edo period, referring to the behavior of high-ranking prostitutes in the flower street wearing gorgeous clothes to welcome important guests.

The road opener was in front, holding the "Kurokawa" lantern, and loudly announced the departure of the oiran.

Behind them, male and female actors who played kappa and foxes beat hand drums and sang traditional ballads:

"Kageme yo Kageme yo When will the caged birds come out?"

"Before dawn, the crane and the turtle slipped and fell. Who was behind them?"

Oda Shingo was surprised. This set of "Oiran Dochu" was very complete.

Even in Japan, most of these performances do not have monsters such as foxes and kappas as foils. With official support, it is indeed a big investment.

The guards followed the procession, holding sticks and marching in an orderly manner. Following closely were two kimono maids, holding pipes and cigarette boxes.

One attendant each supported and held an umbrella, accompanying the oiran in the center.

Then there was a young girl called "Furisode Shinzo" behind the oiran.

The team was eye-catching, dignified, and had a strong Japanese style, which made Oda Shingo unable to look away.

"What a long team." He took off his glasses and stood on the side of the road to watch the excitement seriously.

The oiran walked slowly towards him, and Oda Shingo's eyes first fell on her feet.

There was no way, it was too conspicuous.

It was very reasonable to need someone to help you walk in the heavy black clogs that were more than 20 centimeters high. Oda Shingo complained in his heart, although he knew it was to show his nobility and avoid falling.

The hand-embroidered kimono, mainly red and purple, and the numerous expensive accessories, showed the identity of the oiran.

The oiran's age could not be seen at all, because her face was covered with thick white powder, red lips and deep eye shadow, and it was hard to tell whether she was a human or a demon...

Oda Shingo knew that this was an actor, not a real oiran.

However, it was said that they were all played by beautiful women, and according to traditional requirements, they had to be unmarried young girls, but who could tell whether they were beautiful and how old they were with this dress?

The oiran walked over slowly.

Oda Shingo noticed that her back was pink and white.

The kimono of the oiran was designed to be backless but not shoulder-exposed, so a large area of ​​skin was exposed behind the neck.

The skin of this oiran was different from the white and tender skin of Mrs. Yukino, but a pink and white feeling of a lively girl.

She looked really young, was she a teenage actress? Oda Shingo speculated.

"Hey, young man, the oiran has been looking at you." An old man next to him reminded him.

Oda Shingo was stunned.

An older woman next to him smiled and said, "The ones who can make the oiran turn their heads are all handsome guys."

Oda Shingo then realized that the oiran had been looking at him.

She had walked slowly and had already passed by, but turned her head and kept looking at him.

He was busy looking at the beautiful back that needed a cupping, and did not notice the other person's gaze.

At this time, the two looked at each other.

The oiran's eyes were indeed quite beautiful, but under the thick eye shadow, it made people feel uncomfortable.

Oda Shingo didn't like heavy feminine makeup, so he subconsciously wanted to look away.

But the next moment, the oiran's lips, which were heavily painted with lipstick, moved slightly:

"Oda Shingo."

The oiran whispered Oda Shingo's name.

Although the voice was not loud, Oda Shingo could not hear it clearly, but the shape of his mouth was completely matched.

But the moment he opened his mouth, the traces of blackened teeth were clearly revealed.

In ancient Japan, black teeth were considered beautiful, so the teeth of the oiran during performances also maintained the traditional color.

It felt like a monster! Oda Shingo felt cold all over.

But she recognized him? Oda Shingo was stunned.

I didn't expect to meet my fans here?

It was a mistake to take off the sunglasses and mask. Oda Shingo immediately put on the sunglasses and mask and slipped away.

The oiran kept performing slowly and heavily, watching him go away, with a slight smile on her lips.