Chapter 12 There are people walking pigs on the street

In Xiaoya's fifth year in Tokyo, she no longer feels lonely. It's not that I have many close friends, nor is it that every day is full of hustle and bustle. Just get used to it.Maybe, no time. She shared a very small apartment with two Chinese students studying abroad.Her room was only three square meters in size.After class or work every day, she sometimes eats a bowl of tonkotsu noodles at the ramen restaurant downstairs, or simply buys a bento box and a bottle of Mojito at the convenience store. The brand of wine is Compay, and the taste is clear.She drank little by little with the bento, and when the meal was finished and the wine was finished, Xiaoya would lie on her own bed, which was only one meter wide, and she would be in a daze for a while.

Then he jumped up vigorously, turned on the computer, and logged into Wangwang. In addition to attending classes and working in a part-time company, Xiaoya also works as a purchasing agent to subsidize herself. She has been doing it for three years and has basically maintained a group of old customers.Every day someone takes a picture of something before she buys it and sends it back to China.Most of them are cosmetics, baby supplies, and some old customers want iPhones. Basically, this work will not take up too much of Xiaoya's time.Process the order at night, memo the list of goods on the mobile phone, go shopping once every three days, and send EMS back to China.

Some customers ask about many things, asking whether the product is authentic or not, and even ask Xiaoya to follow her through video when she buys something, and Xiaoya agrees.She feels that all these years in Japan, what she has learned deeply is the professionalism of all walks of life in Japan. Since you are a purchasing agent, you must have a professional purchasing agent.Full video tracking is a reasonable request from customers. "Did you see it? Tokyo Tower is behind me." Xiaoya said to the customer with a smile while holding up her mobile phone to open the way. Why persist?

It is Xiaoya's dream to be a successful animation designer. Dreams are far away, but reality is cramped.In a room as large as three pings, on the crowded subway, in the daily life that is gradually becoming unfamiliar and getting used to, under the pen tip of a square-inch drawing paper. Tokyo is such a city, which is run vertically and horizontally by various underground and underground tracks. It maintains the surface peace quietly, but it is easy to get lost completely. Everyone has their own persistence.But how long it lasts is the question.When Xiaoya first arrived here, she was unaccompanied, stressed with language, and embarrassed in appearance.Even if you are an oriental person, because you are immersed in different cultures and living habits, your image and temperament will be completely different.The locals can still tell who is imported at a glance.

You have to work hard, you have to pay a hundred times the hardship, just to not go home in despair, wearing a hat that is afraid of suffering. Five years later, it can't be said that it has been reborn.But it does have a slightly different vibe.I can speak Japanese fluently, and I can find places to eat mutton buns even in the huge Tokyo.I also know which drug store sends the most samples, how to grab the first-hand iPhone and ship it smoothly, and even when asked for directions while walking on the road, I can point out the exact same thing.Occasionally, an earthquake warning was sent to her mobile phone, but she quickly forgot about it.After that, I spent it peacefully in the busyness and sleep, and there was no more chaos at the beginning.

On weekdays, Xiaoya is chatting with her colleagues while painting the Chinese-style clay dolls she designed. This studio is located in Odaiba. The owner's surname is Yang. He calls himself Lao Yang. He is Chinese. He mainly makes some Chinese-style small hand puppet designs.For example, Peking Opera facial makeup, and the four major famous characters.Xiaoya herself designed a set of four in Journey to the West.All of them are charmingly naive and very cute.Lao Yang was very satisfied.But the first batch was severely scolded and thrown into the trash can. Except for the administrative and financial work, which employs Japanese staff, most of the designers, including part-timers, are Chinese.

Xiaoya likes to work here, and she can say a word of Mandarin once in a while, which can be regarded as a solution to her homesickness and enjoys it very much. Maybe it's because people are in a foreign land, people are always easy to fall in love.Single women like Xiaoya are rare.People who know each other basically have lovers.This is also the reason why Xiaoya has never had close friends. It wasn't until the spring of 2014, after the once-in-twenty-year snowstorm, that Xiaoya got to know Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan is from Shanghai. The company plans to hold a design exhibition in Shanghai, and Zhang Yuan is the contact person.On the first day he came to Tokyo, he remembered that it was a rare sunny day, Lao Yang took him to eat sushi, and Xiaoya was with him.After drinking a few glasses of sake, a trace of melancholy appeared.

Zhang Yuan asked Xiaoya, what interesting places are there in Japan? Where have you been? Xiaoya thought about it, she had never been to anywhere except Tokyo. Zhang Yuan smiled, "While you're young, go and see more. Girls, be nice to yourself." Maybe it was because Zhang Yuan's smiling face was too kind, or maybe he owed himself too much pity, in short, Xiaoya's mood suddenly fell.Looking for a reason to run outside the store, endured and endured, tears still fell.Wiping away the tears, the false eyelashes fell off, and in a panic looking for a place to stick them, I bumped into Zhang Yuan.

"Why are you crying," he said, "I'll help you." He stretched out his hand to help her gently remove the other false eyelash, neatly, and said with a smile: "It's still better, the hibiscus comes out of clear water." After that, Zhang Yuan fell into Xiaoya's dream. But, it's just a dream. He does not come to Japan for a long time each time, and he leaves after a few days.There is nothing special about getting along with Xiaoya.Only once, he came in in a hurry, quietly pulled her up to the rooftop, and then came out with a Roujiamo from his arms.

He knew that she was from Xi'an, and Roujiamo was a piece of his heart that was accidentally left in his thoughts. Xiaoya bit the bun, feeling the body temperature left on the bun with her lips.The taste of meat has been forgotten, but the feeling of sweetness penetrates deep into the bone marrow. His little care and consideration because of her made her heart shine like sunshine in that rainy March.Warm and dry, without the sticky dampness that has haunted my heart for a long time. In June, Zhang Yuan's company held an exhibition in Shanghai that was very successful.Xiaoya also received a bonus.

Holding the money, Xiaoya couldn't be happy.Because the end of the exhibition seems to mean that Zhang Yuan does not have to come to Japan again. Unexpectedly, at the end of June, he came again.This time I want to introduce products.Of course, it is not suitable to sell Chinese-style things back to China. I hope to make some traditional Japanese folk hand puppets. The company attaches great importance to it, and after several meetings, it decided to make a series of traditional Japanese monsters. I still remember standing in front of the window on the thirty-fourth floor when they were discussing how to be those monsters.Not far away, you can see the copycat version of the Statue of Liberty and the Golden Gate Bridge.They chatted about Gu Huo Niao, Yan Yan Luo, and Qiao Ji. The atmosphere was originally chilling, but he suddenly pointed to the street downstairs and said, "Oh, someone is walking a pig." Xiaoya looked in the direction he pointed, and she saw a beautiful young woman walking down the street leading a big white and fat pig. This is not a very unusual thing in Tokyo, and it is not surprising to passers-by. She smiled and turned around to tell him that once she saw someone walking an electronic dog.As a result, his foot became unsteady, and he almost fell, but he held onto his shoulder.When she met his eyes, she saw the heat in his eyes rise little by little. Her mind was blank, and she only felt that she was also burning in his eyes. He came closer, getting closer, but only moved her earlobe with his fingers, and then stroked her hair strand by strand, and then stroked across, as if counting the few days that belonged to them. "How long can you stay this time?" Xiaoya asked him. "Ten days at most." "Would you like to travel with me?" "Okay. Things at work can basically be settled by phone." He was silent for a moment, then nodded. They applied for a rail pass, got on the train at the Yaesu Exit, and went to Osaka first. On the first day they arrived in Osaka, they went to the Church of Light.In front of the solemn and holy icon, Xiaoya clasped her hands together. In Global Park, the familiar Pink Panther, Hello Kitty, and Snoopy were all smiling and waiting to take photos with them. Then they went to Nara again.There are beautiful deer in Nara Park.In the small restaurant next to the park, Xiaoya held Zhang Yuan's hand after several glasses of Spring Deer Sake. "You go back first," she said, "just accompany me here. I will finish the rest of the journey alone." "I……" "I understand you. Where it can be controlled, I hope that we will stop." "Sorry." Xiaoya didn't see him off, and didn't even look back.Drank another glass of wine alone. Knowing that Zhang Yuan has a girlfriend, it was Lao Yang's reminder when he was asking for leave with Lao Yang.Lao Yang is already forty years old, and he is a taciturn bachelor.I have been in Japan for many years.He said to Xiaoya with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, it was my negligence. The company will arrange vacation activities for employees soon." But he still agreed to Xiaoya's fake. So, by a seemingly beautiful mistake, Xiaoya embarked on a trip to Kansai and saw the most beautiful scenery.With Zhang Yuan, the beginning is a clean mind, and the end is not regrettable. I still remember that at the end of March, the company organized an outing in Yoyogi Park.The weather was fine that day, so everyone took a sleeping bag and stayed in the park overnight.The weeping cherry trees, which were originally gray, were already in bloom when they woke up the next day. Xiaoya took a picture of Zhang Yuan standing under the weeping cherry blossoms.With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the millions of flowers on the cherry tree, and a spring bird passed over his shoulder. After a long time, Xiaoya felt that she was just the bird that passed over his shoulder.His shoulders were blurred in her direction, making her long to dock. After returning to Tokyo, Zhang Yuan has returned to Shanghai.Lao Yang had a conversation with Xiaoya once, saying that Zhang Yuan took the initiative to apply for a replacement to discuss cooperation. I don't know if it's because I'm being affectionate, but Xiaoya feels that Lao Yang suddenly becomes kind to her, and from time to time she will call her to have lunch together. Then one day, he invited Xiaoya to sit at his home. Lao Yang lives alone and his home is small.Entering the door is the kitchen, living room, and at the end is the bathroom, which is connected to a bedroom that is only about three square meters in size.It was very clean, probably tidied up on purpose. While Lao Yang was busy cooking, Xiaoya sat quietly in the room.There was nothing suspicious in the room, but Xiaoya, who was watching TV, felt the warmth of her long-lost home.The Mandarin channel on the TV, the smell of smoke and fire in the kitchen, the warm collapse of the double sofa, and the gentle wind blowing from the balcony all seem to be foreshadowing. Lao Yang made Roujiamo, the taste is very ordinary, and it is pleasant to eat and drink with Mojito. After eating, Xiaoya volunteered to clean up the cups and plates. While washing the kitchen, she heard Lao Yang say, "If I go back to China to start a business, please come with me." "Ah?" Xiaoya turned her head. "I don't want to leave you alone in Tokyo." Wiping her hands on the apron, Xiaoya finally understood Lao Yang's cryptic confession, she looked at him with a smile and asked, "Why?" "Because I want you to be my wife." Lao Yang, who has become very daily in thinking, is still taciturn and answers neatly. Maybe it is possible, Xiaoya thought.In Tokyo, where you can walk pigs on the streets, falling in love with Lao Yang, who is fifteen years older than yourself, is really not unusual. Go up to the balcony and see the Ferris wheel. Xiaoya thought a lot, her faint affection for Lao Yang, the gradual approaching of dreams and reality, the daily life of a wife... Finally she thought, being wooed in a place where the Ferris wheel can be seen is also a kind of romance.