After getting off the taxi at Biclicka in Manhattan, Naoki Nagayama led Wonta Nakai and walked around in alleys for more than ten minutes, which made Wonta Nakai feel a little tired.

"We haven't arrived yet? Naoki-san, are you lost?"

"Stop blabbering, take a walk after dinner, don't you know the truth about living to ninety-nine?"

Nagayama Naoki was racking his brains to think about the direction. After all, he had only been here once more than a year ago, and the route was already blurry.

"Aha~ Here we are." On an inconspicuous street, Naoki Nagayama finally found the bar where Madonna and Basquiat became friends. "Let's go and see if we can meet any friends!"

Walking into the bar, under the dim lights, many hippies had gathered together to drink and talk. Gangsters who didn't look like good people gathered together to whisper. There were also brightly dressed women pulling men to laugh and curse. In the middle of the bar

, there was also a band performing at the top of their lungs.

At first glance, it looks like a gathering of monsters and monsters.

"Naoki-san, are your friends in New York really good people?" Nakai Wonta was secretly frightened, feeling that he had entered the door of a new world.

"Of course, Yuan Taisang, don't look at them with tattoos, smoking, drinking and cursing, but most of them are friendly and enthusiastic good people!"

What Naoki Nagayama said is right. Although it is difficult to say in other aspects, most of the people here are counter-trend people at the bottom, representatives of advanced culture, and advocates of the spirit of love and peace.

In the 1980s, it was not easy to find such a bar in New York that did not discriminate against skin color and was racially equal.

"Hey, Bob, bring us two Manhattan cocktails!" Naoki Nagayama shouted to the bartender, like a regular customer, but Bob, the bartender, didn't recognize these two Asians at all.

While waiting for drinks, Naoki Nagayama and Wonta Nakai were also enjoying the performance in the middle of the bar.

In addition to popular rock, the New York resident bands of this era were actively trying newer things. After the no wave faded in 1982, the new wave struck again. Underground bands added disco, punk, and more to their music.

The use of metal synthesizers made the sound richer and more varied, and the collision of multiple elements made 1983 a year of explosive album releases by major gods.

"The style of music here is very strange." Wonta Nakai took the cocktail and took a sip, feeling the spicy liquid from his throat to his stomach, and his whole body became excited. "There is a strange momentum!"

"Haha, this is the cradle of future music trends~" Naoki Nagayama laughed, then turned to the bartender and asked, "Hey, Bob, where's Madonna who sang here before?"

The bartender Bob now confirmed that the Asian in front of him was a previous customer: "You mean Madonna? That girl has signed with Sire Records and is no longer here."

"Oh? What about her boyfriend Basquiat?" Naoki Nagayama continued to ask.

"Hey, you're talking about my brother Basquiat!" The bartender Bob was obviously more enthusiastic. Madonna slapped her ass and left the bar after she became famous, but his good brother did not forget this after he became famous.

To help a friend, "He is amazing. He has already held art exhibitions in various places! He has been very busy recently and has not come over~"

Speaking of which, Basquiat could go from a low-level street graffiti artist to a well-known painter with exhibitions. This is a true manifestation of the American dream, and makes every guy who hangs out at the bottom of New York envious.

Nagayama Naoki was helpless: "It seems I won't be able to see my old friends today~"

Wonta Nakai shrugged. He didn’t know these two people anyway, so he could drink here~

The two of them hung out in the bar for two hours, immersed in the noisy and jubilant atmosphere, listening to the band singing at the top of their lungs, and bragging with the drinking buddies they had just met.

Feeling relaxed and happy.

Looking at Wonta Nakai who was already flushed with alcohol, Nagayama Naoki pulled him out of the bar and let the cool night breeze blow away some of the alcohol: "Wonta-san, you can't get drunk so quickly. You haven't drunk yet."

I’ve seen the wildest club in New York!”

"Naoki. What did you say?" Nakai Wonta spoke with a big tongue, "Club?"

"Yes!" Naoki Nagayama pulled him into the little yellow car, "Driver, go to No. 77 White Street, Manhattan!"

Muddclub, one of the most legendary clubs in New York, a paradise for no-wave artists, a destination for rock youths, and a nightclub where many well-known artists hang out. The Rolling Stones' ER and David Bowi, Blondie frontman Debbie Harry, and Talkingheads all hung out in this club.

Until dawn.

When Naoki Nagayama came here again, he expected to see a group of guys in fancy clothes waiting around the small gate, and maybe he would have to wait in line for several hours.

But when he finally stood at the door of the club that was converted from a factory building, he was still shocked.

The place is now deserted, even the muddclub sign has been removed.

muddclub, disappeared~

"Naoki-san, are we here?" Nakai Wonta put his hand on Nagayama Naoki's shoulder and looked around as if looking for the entrance.

"Ah, we're here." Nagayama Naoki felt an unspeakable sense of loss. It was the pain of seeing the legend disappear after arriving in this era, and then he truly felt the pace of the times, which was mercilessly passing in front of him.

"Eh? Are you here? Where is the club?"

"right here."

With the closure of muddclub, Naoki Nagayama suddenly lost the mood to continue the night out, and Wonta Nakai next to him was obviously a little drunk.

"Yuan Taisang, let's go back and rest!"

"Eh? Aren't you going to the club?"

"Already been there."

"Oh, it turns out I've already been there."

At this time, Wonta Nakai is as easy to coax as a two or three-year-old child. She will believe whatever she says and do whatever she says. If she puts it on the street, she will be sold easily~

On this day, Naoki Nagayama spent his first night in New York in his apartment in Manhattan. He had many dreams during the night. The noise in his dreams was gone in the morning, but he could not remember them.

"Morning, Naoki. Hiss." The pale Wonta Nakai covered his head. His long-term habit made him wake up early in the morning, but the feeling of hangover still did not let him go.

"I just drank so much and I'm so sluggish." The energetic Naoki Nagayama toasted slices of bread, fried eggs and bacon, and finally handed over a glass of hot milk like an old lady, obviously he was a guest.

"It's not like everyone is as rich as you~" Wonta Nakai hurriedly finished washing and took a sip of hot milk, "By the way, Naoki-san, let's sell the stock today."

"Um."

Nagayama Naoki nodded and started to eat today's breakfast. It was almost gone. In order to avoid the possible butterfly effect, it is better to sell it as soon as possible.

Stock trading in this era was not as convenient as that of later generations. The simple trading process not only required specialized terminal machines, but also specialized personnel to operate the transaction itself. Otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to operate such a complex machine.

"Dingling bell~"

At this moment, the phone in the apartment rang, which surprised Mrs. Nakai. As she walked over to answer the phone, she said: "It's morning."

"Hello~" After answering the phone, he saw that Wonta Nakai's expression became strange, and then he handed the phone to Naoki Nagayama, "Naoki. It's for you! It's calling from Japan."

"? Call me at your apartment? Moses Moses?"

Nagayama Naoki's first thought was Yoshimura Otomo from Shuyu Pictures, but after answering the phone, he heard a familiar voice:

"Ni-chan, it's me, it's me, Tsuruko!"

"Eh?!" This time he was really surprised, "Tsuruko! Why is it you? How do you know the phone number here?"

"This... it's a long story."

It sounded like he wanted to be reserved, but then Tsuruko immediately explained the process like pouring beans through a bamboo tube:

First, she called her home and went to the hotel in Los Angeles but couldn't reach Naoki Nagayama. Then Tsuruko entered the Yamazakura Academy with a spare key, found the office number of Shuyu Pictures in the phone book, and called to inquire about Naoki Nagayama's latest news.

After checking his whereabouts, he finally found the number he had contacted recently.

"That's why I contacted Ni-chan now! I must be awesome!"

Nagayama Tsuruko sounded like he was expecting to be praised.

Speaking of which, after arriving in New York, I really didn't call home to report that I was safe. Instead, I called the company first. Sure enough, the company knows your whereabouts better than your family.

"It sounds really impressive when you say that." He praised it perfunctorily.

Because from Tsuruko's tone, it shouldn't be an urgent matter, so Naoki Nagayama asked at this time, "But my family is so anxious to contact me, what happened?"

"Yes!" Hezi pretended to be mysterious, "Something important to human life has happened!"

?

"Don't gasp at this time!" Nagayama Naoki was speechless, "What happened?"

"Brother's girlfriend is pregnant! It's been more than three months!" Tsuruko shouted, "I'm going to be a aunt next year!"

So that’s what happened

Nagayama Naoki breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't it normal for young men and women to be unable to control their relationship? As for why they were so anxious and called across the ocean, it was only three months ago and they weren't about to give birth!

Wait, three months?

It took three months to find out?

Nagayama Naoki caught the blind spot: "Tsuruko, it's been three months? Do you know it now?"

"Yes, I heard that my sister-in-law only found out because her belly got bigger," Tsuruko said.

Already showing her pregnancy

My eldest brother’s girlfriend is a bit careless!

Silently complaining about his future sister-in-law, Nagayama Naoki became confused again: "Then why are you calling me in such a hurry? It's not my girlfriend who is pregnant? Shouldn't you call your elder brother?"

"We're getting married! We're getting married!" Tsuruko sounded like he was about to give Nagayama Naoki a knife. "Now my belly is almost visible. If I don't get married soon, people will laugh at the wedding!"

Indeed, even in the 1980s, things like getting pregnant out of wedlock are still quite sensitive in small places. Although people's ideas have improved, pregnant women at weddings are still very sensitive.

You will still be laughed at!

But listening to this, I have decided to get married~

Big Brother’s life-long event seems to have been decided!
To be continued...