Added Mushrooms for You Works The Leisurely Metropolis of a Solo Traveler 004 Pigeon Cage

  The morning in Tokyo is divided into several periods.

  4-5 am - This is the time when various small vendors enter, selling breakfast and setting up stalls at the early market. The bosses will set up their stalls at this time, and miraculously, there has never been fatigue on these people's faces.

  Early 5-6 o'clock - time for old men and women to take a stroll, at this time the streets are filled with boring chatter.

  6-7 am - This is the time when those who live far from their workplaces, often having to cross half of the city to get to a bustling financial center.

  Between 7-9 am - Those who clock in for work appear around this time, they usually manage to punch in within 5-50 seconds before being late.

  On his way back home, Fang crossed over into the three time periods behind him.

  He witnessed the boredom of the elderly and the rare tranquility of the imperial capital.

  He witnessed the miserable office workers entering the subway like ants.

  He witnessed people scrambling for time, or rather, squandering their youth.

  At times like these, he felt his own insignificance and confusion, tired of running around in vain.

  He finally arrived home with a sigh of relief.

  If this is what you call home...

  Because the land in the imperial capital is worth its weight in gold, even the cheapest rental housing costs over 1,500 per month. For him, with a monthly salary of only 3,000 to 5,000, living alone in an apartment is as luxurious as studying abroad.

  Thus a strange existence was born, known among the people as - Grid House!

  Its homophone is Dove's house.

  Thanks to the wisdom of real estate agents, generally speaking, a house with an area of over 80 square meters, especially two bedrooms and one living room or three bedrooms and one living room, is not easy to rent. Due to the area, their monthly rent will exceed 3,500 yuan, and people who are willing to spend so much money on renting a house have the ability to take out a loan to buy a house.

  Then, the clever house intermediary, after obtaining the owner's permission, began to renovate. They can very professionally divide a 100-square-meter house into dozens of independent single rooms, each less than 7 square meters, just enough to fit a university dormitory-style bunk bed, with people sleeping on top and a desk underneath.

  With this plan, each single room can be settled for just three to five hundred yuan in rent.

  The tenant is happy, the house agent is happy, and the landlord is also happy.

  Fang Xian always thought that when someone is happy, someone else must be suffering, but as for this matter, no matter how hard he thinks, he can't figure out who's the one getting hurt.

  In short, he returned to the pigeon house.

  The pigeon house in the morning is terrible.

  Because of rushing to the toilet.

  On a hot summer day, dozens of old men wearing only underpants stood in line in front of the only toilet, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

  Fang Xian's enthusiasm was instantly dampened by the scene before him. The place reeked of men's sweat and cheap cigarettes, making it far from an ideal vacation spot.

  He then made a luxurious decision, the most luxurious decision of his life.

  He returned to his cell, took out some daily necessities and stuffed them into his backpack, made sure he had cash, cards, ID, driver's license and other items on him, then grabbed his laptop and turned to leave resolutely.

  "What are you going to do?" a man with chest hair and underwear asked.

  "Go out and have fun." He slammed the door shut without even turning his head back.

  A group of people were left speechless.

  He walked out of the compound, gazing at the crowded throngs of people, and felt a strange sense of superiority. At least for the next week, he wouldn't have to live this life of being cooped up during the day and locked in at night.

  This week, he wants to stay in and show off his style, stay in and show off his status, stay in and indulge in luxury, and if possible, stay in and be decadent. Anyway, this money will eventually be squeezed out by women, so it's better to let himself enjoy it first.

  He had 2,500 yuan in cash on hand, less than 20,000 yuan in deposits in his card, and a credit limit of 5,000 yuan.

  The destination is only a five-minute walk from the residential area, Fang Xian has been yearning for it for a long time, but has never entered, always feeling inferior or shy.

  Stepping through that great gate is a solemn and sacred thing, one must be fully prepared.

  There is an idiom to describe people's transformation, called "change one's face and swap one's appearance".

  Before entering that "sacred place", Fang Xian first arrived at the styling center next to the sacred place.

  Don't think too much, here is just haircut and beauty treatment, no massage at all.

  It was still early, and there were no customers in the store. Only a few waitresses were yawning, when they saw a young man with a backpack walking in, looking confused. One of the waitresses approached him with a practiced smile.

  "Excuse me, sir. Are you here for a styling or just a regular haircut?"

  Fang Xian was taken aback and asked: "What's different about this?"

  The young lady smiled and said, "Haircut is a traditional business. Hair designers are only responsible for designing your hair. But in this era, simple hair design can no longer satisfy the needs of fashionable people."

  "Am I fashionable? Do you think so?"

  "Hehe, how about this? You just need to change your hairstyle, wear a pair of glasses that suits you, put on a coat that matches your temperament, trim your eyebrows so that the glasses look more spirited, then do something about those dark circles under your eyes..."

  "...dialect deliberated for a moment, saying that changing one's hairstyle is equivalent to changing one's mood. Anyway, it costs money, so might as well go all out. After the young lady finished speaking, he bravely asked about the price."

  "Looks like you need a mainland stylist or a Hong Kong stylist. Mainland stylist 188, Hong Kong 388, including consultation and haircut, if you need perm, dye or beauty treatment, it's extra."

  "Is there a Cantonese stylist?" Fang Xian asked.

  "Are you Mr. Shao? Do you have a reservation?" The young lady walked over to the wall and pointed at a man's photo, asking.

  "No."

  "Let me check if he has an appointment this morning." The receptionist returned to the front desk, flipping through the schedule as she asked, "How did you think of looking for a Guangdong stylist?"

  He lazily picked his nose and replied: "He can speak Cantonese, I can deceive myself into thinking he's from Hong Kong."

  The young lady was chilled by this cold joke, and then restored her professional smile, leading Fang Yan inside.

  Mr. Shao is a middle-aged man with a duck-tongued hat.

  Actually, many people who work as stylists have very simple hairstyles themselves, such as buzz cuts or shaved heads.

  But Teacher Shao had no choice because he was bald, and under Fang Xian's strong request, Teacher Shao was forced to communicate with him in Cantonese.

  "Two changes (handsome guy), I guarantee, after you go out and change, you'll become a completely different person!"

  "Is this Henan dialect of Cantonese?"

  "My mom is from Zhengzhou."

  "Never mind, just speak Mandarin."

  “……”

  It seems like frequently asking for likes and shares is a behavior that people find annoying.

  But I just can't help it!!

  I've added mushrooms for you!!

  P.S. Transitioning in between, will be back to gaming soon. According to plan, the game and city's screen time ratio is 6:4, so exciting, so cool.