Chapter 4 third quarter

Naoki Sawamura is known as the "wandering speculator". "What career are you talking about? It's just a stock play for a long time." Shimazaki leaned on the iron railing on the roof of the school building after school at the third university and said so. "He's been alone all the time," I said, putting my elbows on the railing too. "He's just wandering around without a company." Shimazaki pushed his glasses, and said with a grin, "Wandering? At most, he's just going around in circles. Speculators are useless if they leave the stock market. See how romantic you say it."

I was a little angry: "But, don't you think he is very powerful? One person left a property of 500 million yuan. If there is no tax deduction, the assets may be doubled. If one person fights alone, he will make a fortune." So much money." "So what if it's one billion? Investors in big companies can earn it with just a finger." Shimazaki said disdainfully. "Now is no longer the era of the lone wolf, the group is the biggest." "You're a disgusting person." "I'm just being objective." Shimazaki grabbed the iron railing, stretched vigorously, and then looked at me worriedly. "You don't look very good, you don't look like a kid whose family became a billionaire overnight. What's wrong?"

He was just that, by no means a bad friend. "I didn't sleep well." "Because you're too excited?" "There's excitement too..." Yesterday, after lawyer Maekawa went back, my parents and I fell into a state of exhaustion for a period of time.We each slumped on the floor and chairs in the living room, looking in different directions.Mom is facing the North Pole, Dad is facing the South Pole, and I am facing the equator.In the evening, the aunt of the Masaoka family next door took the bulletin board of our district, poked her head in through the unlocked entrance, and looked into the dark room.

"Mrs. Ogata! Is the power outage in your house?" Without her words, we might still be paralyzed this morning. After that, Mom explained to us bit by bit what happened between her and Naoki Sawamura. "That was twenty years ago. I remember it was very cold. It was probably late January." Mom began to think back. She was nineteen years old at the time. After graduating from high school in her hometown (my mother is from Kushiki, Gunma Prefecture, where my grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt still run supermarkets), she came to Tokyo alone to attend a secretarial college. .At that time, Mom didn't know Dad, and she didn't have any boyfriend.

"Students at that time were different from those now. Everyone was poor. My mother also used up all her energy just to earn living expenses by working part-time." At that time, the apartment where Ma lived was called "Macao Village". It was rebuilt from a cultural residence under the embankment of the Edogawa River. It was quarrelsome, the tenants came and went all day long, so that there was little communication between the neighbors.Mom lived there until she got married at the age of twenty-five, and became the longest-staying tenant in the history of "Zhencaozhuang".But she knew only one tenant during that time.

That is Naoki Sawamura. "He lives in Room 205 to the left of my room. He is a very quiet neighbor. I don't even know when he moved here." The first time Mom met him was when he came back from the bathhouse late at night, and he was sitting in the middle of the outdoor ladder of Zhencaozhuang—to be precise, he should have collapsed there, which troubled her very much. "Before that, I occasionally saw him a few times. I knew he lived next door, but I didn't talk to him. Besides, in my eyes, he was already an old man, so I was actually very scared at the time."

At first, Ma thought he was drunk and tried to sneak past him.But he didn't smell of alcohol, and even under the dim streetlights, he could see that his face was as self-satisfied as paper, so Mom decided to call him out. "I yelled several times, but he didn't respond. Just sleeping in that kind of place, even if he didn't get sick, he might freeze to death, so I pushed his shoulder tremblingly..." It turned out that the other party had passed out, and was wet from the left shoulder to the waist and abdomen; it was not rain, but blood. "I was so scared that my mind went blank and I couldn't even make a sound."

The washbasin in Mom's hand fell, and the shampoo, comb, and towels in it all fell down the stairs, and one of them hit the fainted person on the other side.He woke up, blinked weakly, and looked up at Mom. "Help, save, save, ambulance..." Mom wanted to say she was going to call an ambulance, but the wounded man shook his head silently, raised his hand with difficulty, and made a "go away" gesture. Mom's temper is soft and not hard, and it's the same now, no matter what troublesome things, as long as you tell her that it has nothing to do with you, she will get angry and insist on intervening, so she is often accused of being in charge of school-related affairs people.There must be someone in the parent meeting who knows Mom's temper well, I think.

It was the same at that time, as soon as my mother was kicked out, she lost her temper. "But, you're hurt!" Mom said.The man ended up waving her away with an even ruder gesture, but that only added fuel to the fire. Mom knelt down beside him and said, "Are you from room 205? I'll take you back to the room first. If you die here, it will cause us trouble, and it will take a lot of work to clean up afterward!" As soon as he said that, Mom stretched out her hand to grab the man's body, pushed and pulled him up, and dragged him upstairs.A girl in her early twenties is carrying a weak man on her shoulders. It is absolutely impossible for her to go smoothly. He must have been tortured to death.Later, as a result of the actual inspection, there were two bruises on the man's body, which looked like they were caused at that time.

Mom forced the other party to hand over the key with a yell, and opened the door. "I was really taken aback because he didn't have any furniture in his room, except for a gasoline stove, but the tatami mats and walls were clean." After Mom let him lie down on the tatami, she looked for phones everywhere, trying to call an ambulance, but the man told Mom to go back. "It's not something a girl like you should care about." But how could mom just leave him alone?Because looking at it under the light, his injury was more serious than Mom thought. If he was left alone, he might really die.

"If I let you die here, I might commit some crime." Ma blurted it out without thinking, and the dying wounded laughed. "You can still laugh!" Seeing his mother angry, his expression became a little more serious, and he said after thinking for a while. , "If you don't do what I say, things will really make people laugh." "So let's call an ambulance." "You can't call an ambulance, and also, you can't call the police." Now, finally, even my mother understands. "You suffered a gunshot wound...?" In this way, of course it is safest to listen to him and go back to your room and pretend that you don't know anything.But Mom can't do it. "I think it's the same no matter who you are. It's fine if he looks like a gangster, but he doesn't look like..." So my mother asked: "Then what should I do? I am also very uncomfortable. Knowing that you are dying next door, can I still watch TV with my hair curled up? I am not so nervous." After Mom said so, that person still hesitated for a while.During this period of time, his bleeding became more and more serious. Mom was so anxious that she wanted to get up several times and call an ambulance. "Then, let me trouble you with one thing." Hearing what he said, his mother immediately agreed, and he asked his mother to call someone for him. "He told me that if someone picks up, just say 'I'm calling on behalf of Sawamura, please come here right away'; if no one picks up, just go back and cover my head with a quilt and sleep on my big head." Ma did as he was told.No one answered the first call, and neither did the second.Mom scolded and called for the third time, and this time the connection was made. A man said "Got it" in a sleepy voice, and hung up the phone. The man said "that's fine, thank you" to Mom, and waved her away again.This time, Mom listened to what he said, but as soon as she returned to her room, she took two old bath towels and went back to Room 205.My mother's personality is to be aggressive, but she is very kind and a bit nosy. "Because I don't know how to stop the bleeding, I can only press the wound hard." It's better than doing nothing.Mom's behavior made that person astonished, but he was already very weak at that time, so he stopped talking. "After about 30 minutes, a man in his early fifties came with a leather bag very unhappy." The middle-aged man with the leather bag drove Mom out and was busy inside for a while. "I guess that person must be an unlicensed doctor." When it was dawn, a middle-aged man with a leather bag knocked on Mom's door and asked: "Are you the one who notified me?" "right." "Are you a woman from Sawamura?" "I just live next door." As the sun rose, Mom began to feel scared in her heart, and her judgment was restored, so she could only pretend to be okay.The middle-aged man carrying the leather bag stared at Mom for a while and smiled. "The matter has come to this point, if you are still willing to take care of him, I will tell you what to do next; if you are not, I will go back directly." "What happens after that?" "Well, maybe you will have new neighbors soon. But before that, the landlord will probably have to change the tatami first." Mom thought about it, and asked bravely, "Is the person next door a gangster?" "He's similar, but no. At least he's not the type to sell you out or inject you with drugs." "Inject what?" Mom said she didn't understand anything at the time. "I didn't say it, but you'd better not get involved with him." "But, I won't be able to sleep well." So the middle-aged man carrying the leather bag said, in this case, I will teach you how to change the bandage and how to feed him medicine, and then said: "It is best not to mention this matter to anyone", and finally left a sentence: " I will probably come to see it once every two days," and immediately disappeared. "So, according to what you said, your mother really went to take care of the people next door in the end?" Shimazaki asked, a light flashed in his glasses.I nodded slightly. "It's like a series, right?" To be honest, when I listened to my mother tell this story, I almost laughed out several times: I had a feeling of "stop lying!" in my heart, which was very similar to the feeling of listening to my parents tell the episodes of their love time. "Although it's easy to forget," Shimazaki said, "our parents were young too." "Yes, my mother also had a spring when she was nineteen years old." "If your mother hadn't really gotten 500 million won, I would think she watched too many Japanese westerns from the 1950s and 1960s when she was young." "Even now, I still think so in my heart." "Because it's easier that way." Mom took care of the injured next door for about two weeks. His injury was so serious that Mom couldn't leave half a step in the first three days. He even asked for leave from school. During this period of time, nothing dangerous happened. There were no bullets coming in from the window, and no suspicious figures wandering around Zhencaozhuang.Maybe Zhencaozhuang can indeed hide safely, and the man next door will collapse there as soon as he comes back. The leather bag man with an unhappy face really kept his word. He came once every two days, and within the possible range, he replaced the injured patient who was sleeping most of the time to answer his mother's questions. "He's a stockbroker." Regarding the origin of that person, the leather bag man only revealed so much. "There are many dangers in their world, and this kind of bad luck happens occasionally." "What's his name?" "Didn't he tell you?" "Well, not yet." "There's no name tag here either. You'd better ask him, but I don't know if he said his real name or a pseudonym." So when the man recovered enough to speak and said his name was "Naoki Sawamura", Mom couldn't help but laugh. "He asked me what was so funny, and I said that this pseudonym really didn't suit him. He also laughed when he heard it." The two of them hardly ever really said anything.Although my mother was both curious and scared, she didn't dare to ask in the end. The man named Sawamura didn't ask about his mother's background, but he was very sorry that his mother couldn't go to class. "He asked me what I was studying, and I said I was learning bookkeeping, English typography and so on. At that time, I was not good at typing. I remember complaining to him that no matter how much I practiced, I couldn't type well, and I always failed the exam. " This strange intercourse with the neighbors lasted only about two weeks, as has been said; and it ended very abruptly, for he suddenly disappeared. And his words were said the day before his disappearance, the words relayed by lawyer Qianchuan. "I will never forget your great kindness. When I make a lot of money in the future, I will definitely repay you." Ma was hanging out the wash bandages, so she had her back to him when she heard this. "At that time, I thought to myself, people who live in such a broken apartment really dare to boast." As lawyer Maekawa said, Sawamura has experienced ups and downs in his life.When he met Ma, it must have been just when his ship had sunk to the bottom of the world's oceans, and he was living in that crappy apartment with almost nothing and his life in danger. Therefore, at that time, Mom didn't take that sentence seriously, maybe he said it to himself. On the third day, he disappeared.Mom came back from school and found an envelope in the mailbox. "There are 100,000 yuan in cash and a letter inside, which says: Although it should be impossible, but in case someone comes to me after I leave and causes you trouble, please contact here. It says a phone number The number is the one that called the doctor." His injury has not healed yet, so my mother was very worried, and immediately called there, but no one answered, no matter how many times she called. The landlord also knew nothing about the tenants of Room 105.He paid the deposit, key money, and rent according to the rules, especially when the deposit was not taken back when he moved out, the landlord was very happy.When he moved in, the domicile registered in the documents was false, and his job only stated "opening his own shop" (so he could move in, no wonder the landlord and the tenant kept arguing). Mom felt as if she had been tricked by the fox fairy. About a month later, Mom received a box of packages.The package was very heavy, and when I opened it, there were three brand new Corona typewriters inside, no letters attached this time. Mom called the doctor again, but couldn't get through. "The number you dialed is an empty number..." Mom said that since then, she has never met that person named Sawamura or that doctor who made a bad face. All in all, Naoki Sawamura is such a person. Mom kept talking to us until midnight, and by the time I got into bed, it should have been past three in the middle of the night.I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned, thinking about it, and finally it was like a clichéd storyline, I was so tired that I fell asleep until dawn, and when I woke up, it was already ten twenty in the morning. The one who woke us up this time was also the aunt of the Masaoka family.She knocked hard on the door and yelled loudly. I crawled out of the room and saw Dad still wearing yesterday's clothes, staggering to open the door. As soon as I got close to Dad, I smelled a strong smell of whiskey.As soon as we opened the door, Masaoka's aunt rushed in. "Ahhh! Don't be scary, okay! Everyone is doing well! Yesterday you three sat in the dark house, and at this time today, you didn't even open a window. I thought your family was making a fuss. Suicide, I couldn't help it, so I ran to see it!" Dad looked like he was still asleep, and stood there blankly.We lived in a small apartment building, and I didn't want my neighbors to look at me weirdly, so I hurriedly made up an excuse that our whole family seemed to have the flu... Shimazaki adjusted his glasses and took a closer look at me. "Indeed, you look very much like having the flu." I myself looked in the mirror in the morning and it sure looked pretty miserable. "I'm more worried about my dad's attitude last night, and the smell of alcohol this morning." I whispered. "I think my dad was not so much surprised as having a bad reaction." It was the first time I saw Dad drink like that until his eyes were red. "Because 500 million yen suddenly fell from the sky." Shimazaki comforted me. "It's impossible to keep calm." "Five billion..." When I mentioned the word 500 million, for some reason, my voice would become quieter, and I would look around peeking around, as if I had become a bad section chief embezzling public funds.I don't know why I think of "section chief" when it comes to embezzlement of public funds, but I always feel that it is just like this, and there is no deep meaning. "Will our family be forced to commit suicide with the money?" "Well, if you are hit by a 500 million yen bill, you might really die," Shimazaki said, frowning, "However, 500 million is really an unlucky number, it would be good if it was 300 million, because That's a complete crime." "what?" "It's the 300 million yen robbery case in Fuchu. 500 million is the number that made Kakuei Tanaka fall into a fight, the same amount of money in the Lockheed scandal. Whether Tanaka is good or bad, he always manipulates Japan's last dictatorship He stepped down, and the era when dictators were equal to heroes is also over. After that, all politicians have become puppets of factions.” "I can not understand what you say." "It's okay if you don't understand." After finishing speaking, Shimazaki smiled.Obviously his smile is cute enough to be a child actor (my mother always said that he must be a handsome guy when he grows up), but the bad thing is that his mouth can't be closed.Why would an honest barber like Uncle Shimazaki give birth to such a son? I looked at my buddy, the son of a barber shop who talked about world affairs.He faced the setting sun and squinted his eyes, as if he felt the sun was glaring. "What a beautiful sunset, the sky seems to be melting." I originally said that to change the subject, but Shimazaki said without even looking at me: "I think it's more like the color of blood. In the future, your family may be bloodied, and the real storm is just about to begin." "You guys are really annoying." But Shimazaki was right, in every way.

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