What kind of clothes should I wear?

Deep in her heart, Keiko Matsumoto has recited this sentence silently several times.

In the dressing room on the second floor, she took off another slightly gorgeous dress in front of a tall mirror.

Even under the soft light, her silky skin is enough to make any man's blood rush.

But she herself didn't notice this at all, and she didn't have the confidence she deserved.

Instead, she looked at the hundreds of sets of big-name clothes from all over the world in the ten-square-meter room, and for the first time she felt palpitations and difficulty.

In fact, logically speaking, her almost perfect figure should make it easier for her to choose clothes. She looks good in almost any clothes.

What's more, she has attended countless high-class banquets and celebrity parties.

Whether in Paris or New York, whether attending the Cannes Film Festival or the Venice Film Festival, she never takes great pains to dress up.

However, today, I just wanted to meet a strange young man, a Chinese from a third world country.

She couldn't help but look at herself harshly.

Either I think that outfit is too fancy, or I think the style is out of date.

Either I was picky about the too complicated decoration on the neckline of the dress, or I was picky about the waist of the skirt, which made me look a little fat.

It was almost the first time in her life that she felt so embarrassed and panicked.

Even if it was the first time a movie she participated in won an award, she had never been so nervous when standing on the podium.

This is so inexplicable and strange.

In the end, she suddenly remembered the past few years when she went to China to participate in film exchange activities.

By the way, Chinese people are very conservative about clothing, and luxury may make them look vulgar.

At least in the eyes of that Chinese young man, that's probably the case.

His dressing style is so refreshing and simple, and you can tell at a glance that he likes simplicity.

So after much hesitation and trying on at least a dozen outfits, Matsumoto Keiko finally chose a white skirt suit.

On her feet she wore a pair of pearl white light-heeled leather shoes.

The jewelry only retains the pearl earrings on the ears, and they are replaced with darker colors.

The watch also gave up the most commonly worn rose gold diamond-encrusted Cartier watch and replaced it with a Seiko Kun watch with a white soft leather strap.

It should look much better this way, right?

Matsumoto Keiko looked in the mirror and thought to herself.

And when she finally felt satisfied, she turned around and was about to leave.

But he couldn't help but look at the book "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" on the dressing table.

That was the book that Ning Weimin was reading when they first met, and later agreed to lend it to her.

In Matsumoto Keiko's mind, this book was undoubtedly read carefully by that beautiful and clean young man.

Every chapter, every section, every word has been touched by him.

Maybe it's gentle, maybe it's casual, his fingerprints and the smell of his skin are left in every word.

So even though she had promised to return it when they met again, she still hesitated.

It’s better...don’t pay it back first...

Thinking of this, Keiko Matsumoto's cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot, and her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

Such shyness is something I haven't experienced in many years.

This wonderful taste is just like when she was naughty when she was a child, climbing trees to touch bird eggs with adults on her back.

I feel itching in my heart with longing, but also afraid of losing my footing and falling from the tree.

And when it came time to actually decide to go out, Matsumoto Keiko didn't even plan to drive the blue sports car she had last time.

Suddenly, she felt that the car seemed too flamboyant and too sharp.

But she wanted to sharpen up the sharp things so that she could appear gentle, elegant and leisurely.

So in the end I decided to be conservative and switched to another car of my own - a silver Toyota Crown.

…………

The time spent on the road almost flies by in an instant.

A full half hour ahead of the agreed time, Matsumoto Keiko arrived at her apartment in Nishi-Azabu.

When parking the car, she looked at her watch. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

In fact, the reason why it happened so early was because Matsumoto Keiko was looking forward to it.

It was also because she wanted to ventilate the room in advance and boil a pot of water so that she could better entertain the guests.

So as soon as she arrived and entered the apartment, she started to get busy.

After opening the windows, turn on the air conditioner to keep the room warm, dry and fresh.

Although it was a sunny afternoon with plenty of sunshine, she still turned on all the indoor lights to make the apartment more transparent and brighter.

It is precisely because I have hidden thoughts and inexplicable thoughts that I cannot explain clearly.

Moreover, she had just experienced experiences that made her feel sick just thinking about them, and she just wanted to forget them forever.

Matsumoto Keiko was even more afraid of darkness and shadows, and longed to be bathed in the light.

Finally, when everything was done and the water for tea was boiled, she couldn't help but start wandering in front of the full-length mirror behind the door of the apartment.

It was as if I had inadvertently peeked at the woman in the glasses, going back and forth several times. She walked to the mirror, took a look, then left, and then couldn't help but walk back again.

It's not that she's not confident, she just wants to take a photo and observe herself in her natural state in this way.

What she was particularly worried about was that she was afraid that if she dressed up too much, she would look artificial and old-fashioned, and be laughed at.

Finally, she met her own eyes in the mirror.

She couldn't help but examine the eyes in the mirror carefully.

In addition to confusion and tension, desire and joy, restlessness and rebellion.

There is also something like Eve's hunger for apples, Pandora's curiosity about the magic box, and something she can never grasp by herself...

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Suddenly frightened, she stood at the door for half a minute before Matsuzaka Keiko finally plucked up the courage and walked to the door mirror to confirm the identity of the person outside the door.

Still dressed in the same outfit, Ning Weimin, who came as promised, stood at the door and waited quietly.

Keiko Matsumoto peered at the young man she longed to see for a longer time than she had just been stunned.

Enough for a ripe apple to fall from the tree.

Finally, as she unlocked the door and opened the door, the young, magnetic and courteous voice she had heard before came from outside the door.

"Hello, I seem to be a little late for keeping you waiting. Sorry."

"It doesn't matter, the time is just right, please come in."

After Ning Weimin changed his shoes, she specially invited him again.

"The tea has been brewed, come and sit."

Ning Weimin's movements were still very light and he walked very quietly.

He walked slowly through the entrance hall to the sofa, peeked at the big star who was already sitting on the sofa, but did not sit down directly, but saluted again.

"It's too much trouble for you, why are you so embarrassed?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm the one to thank."

Seeing how polite he was, Keiko Matsumoto also stood up and returned the courtesy.

"The advice you gave me the last time we met was great. Thanks to you, I have temporarily solved my financial problem with a mortgage loan."

"Ah? My suggestion..."

This surprised Ning Weimin.

"Are you saying that this house has been mortgaged? So you called me here this time...not to sell the house?"

However, Keiko Matsumoto responded to this issue in a non-committal and evasive manner.

"Let's sit down and talk. The temperature of the tea is just right. You should quench your thirst first."

Indeed, after all, the two of them are still strangers, and financial status is an important privacy of a person.

There is really no need for Matsumoto Keiko to disclose the details of this aspect to an outsider.

So Ning Weimin couldn't refuse the invitation.

This time he not only walked to the second seat and sat down, but also readily picked up the cup with tea already poured into it and took a polite sip.

"Nice tea, thank you."
To be continued...