Chapter 20 Section 20

After returning home, Junya was still awake, apparently watching a football game in the living room.He was wearing knee-length jeans and a black T-shirt. On the back of the T-shirt, there are white words saying "Don't think this is the back" in English.He likes that T-shirt very much.Shiori fell asleep on his shoulder. "Brother, you're back." Run also stared at the TV screen, and greeted me with his hand. "The Japanese team?" "It's a friendly exhibition match against the US team." Run also replied.My body suddenly reacted unconsciously. "Why is it America?" I said.

"Why? Why do you say that?" Run also glanced at me.It happened to be halftime, and the picture of the advertisement came from the TV. "Hasn't this been broadcast before?" When Shima and I went to the izakaya a few days ago, there was also a live broadcast of the football match, and it happened to be Japan vs. China. "Today's generation is different." Run also said. "What generation and not generation?" "There is an age limit. Different ages participate in different competitions. The team broadcasting the competition today is younger than the previous few days."

I set my briefcase aside, took off my suit jacket, and hung it on a hanger. "Where did you go today? Did you go drinking with friends?" "Go to a live concert." Hearing what I said, Jun also looked up at me. "Which kind?" "Rock band." At this time, the sound of the stadium broadcast came from the TV screen again, and the second half of the game began. "Which team wins now?" "One to zero, the Japanese team leads." "yes?" "However, the atmosphere is always uncomfortable." Junya's disheartened expression aroused my curiosity. "atmosphere?"

"The atmosphere of the stadium. The fans of the US team are very excited, it is really exaggerated." "Football shouldn't be so popular in America, right?" "It's the same with any sport. You will be very excited when you watch the game." I just sat down at this moment, almost lying on the low table, staring at the TV screen.While the referee blew the whistle, the players of the Japanese team kicked the ball.The emerald green stadium turf is very dazzling. "Brother, are you okay?" Junya said without turning his head back to the TV. "What's okay?"

"That's what I said before, you've been thinking a lot recently." I don't know what to say.Thinking of what boss "Duce" said just now, what exactly is he trying to tell me?What do you want to convey to me?Or want to test something?Use your brain.However, even if I use my brain, can I find the answer? I was thinking about how to answer Junya, and inadvertently looked away, and suddenly found a library book on the table.The book is covered with the paper book jacket of the bookstore, which is a little thick.I slowly reached out, imagining who the author of this book would be before opening the cover.

"That book is great, bro." Junya glanced sideways at my movements, and he said, "It's Kenji Miyazawa's poetry collection, and Shiori bought it." "Sure enough." I picked up the book. "Kenji Miyazawa is very popular recently." "yes?" "At least all my friends are reading it." I flipped through the book quickly. "What are these folded places?" I pointed to the upper right corner of the page.Jun also took a look and said, "Oh, Shiori and I folded up our favorite places, you should read it too, it's great."

Even if Jun didn't say anything, I'd already read those pages.The first thing that catches the eye is the song "Masters, this is exciting" that Shimao recited in the izakaya before. "The last one was quite shocking, brother." Run also said, "That one, "Conveying the Message with Eyes"." "Yeah." I just turned to the chapter Junya said, so I read it quickly. no more can't stop pour out endlessly These lines are the beginning of the poem.What the hell is gushing out?The answer is revealed in the next line. Can't sleep since last night, blood keeps pouring out

It turned out to be blood.Is this a dying poem?Although it is impossible to see who died and why, it conveys the existence of the author in a state of dilemma. The more I read, the more I feel incredible.This is a scene of death that should be unsettling, but the poem is vaguely refreshing.It feels very laid back, as if "Death" was originally somewhere far away. "Brother, how are you doing, isn't it good?" "Well, great." I closed the book.Although not to the extent of moving, but also feel a magical fresh feeling. "I'm going to take a shower first, my whole body is covered with sweat." Although there is no sticky feeling after the sweat dries, it is really uncomfortable not to take a shower.

"Turn off the light in the room," Junya said.So when I walked out of the living room, I pressed the switch on the wall. "Turn off the lights." Said Shiori, who was already asleep. After taking a shower, I dried my hair in front of the sink, brushed my teeth, put on my pajamas, and went back to the living room to see that Junya had also fallen asleep.He leaned against Shiori and closed his eyes tightly.Although there was no snoring, there was a steady sniff.The TV was still on. I sat down and watched TV and the football game was over.Not knowing exactly what happened, the Japanese team ended up losing the game 4-1.A man with a beard who looked like a narrator showed an unhappy expression in the studio, folded his arms and said, "This kind of input method is really unbelievable."

At this point I suddenly wanted to try ventriloquism.I'm wondering if looking at the people in the TV has any effect. I stare at the bearded commentator and feel like I'm getting under his skin.I closed my eyes, imagining myself passing through the outer film of the TV screen, and at the same time thought, if it can be done, then the application range will be much greater.If this ability can also be used through the TV screen, then the objects of ventriloquist are almost infinitely broad.Not to mention the Prime Minister of Japan, even the President of the United States has no problem.I can make famous people say what's on their minds through the TV screen.Of course it also includes dogs.

I struggled to concentrate and held my breath. In conclusion, the experiment failed.I tried several times to enter the body of the bearded commentator, trying to get him to say the boring maxim "to lose is to take advantage", but failed.Then the screen jumped to the scene of the captain of the Japanese national team being interviewed in a uniform covered in dirt.Of course I tried ventriloquism again, but it still didn't work.