Chapter 5 5

[Matsuyama] (1) Matsuyama City in Ehime Prefecture also has window displays with famous brands. The central commercial street is crowded with people at 7:00 p.m.However, Songshan has a rare tram. Along the track marked on the road, a short yellow tram runs on the street. It is not fast, and even a little leisurely. When I was very young, I took a similar tram in Dalian.During a summer vacation, I traveled with my parents.Dalian gave me a very good impression.I really like the beach, greenery, fair-skinned and beautiful girls there.The color scheme of the trams is lovely and there is almost no competition for seats.

I am in the corner of Matsuyama, in the small shopping street in front of Dogo Onsen. Press the shutter on the lucky cat displayed outside the store, and notice the sight from the side when changing the photo paper.Standing is a man in his early fifties, wearing large-rimmed glasses, of medium height, and somewhat thin.Dark gray blue coat and blue scarf. ——After the past few months, it is inevitable that the memory will loosen, and I will keep scratching my head: maybe it is a camel scarf? Encounter with Mr. Okuda. I stopped, smiled at Mr. Okuda, who didn't know his name at the time, and nodded.

So he spoke to me: "Are you here for a trip?" "Ah, um, yes." "Where did it come from?" "China, from Shanghai." "Oh? Shanghai? 'Nonghao'!" He suddenly said a sentence of Shanghainese, which surprised me. Seeing my psychology, he laughed loudly: "I have learned it!" Pointing to the other side of the road, "There, it leads to such and such a temple." Understand, he took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket, wrote the name of the temple on it, then drew two straight lines and said, "On the way leading to that temple, there used to be a Shanghainese, yes, too." From Shanghai, he taught me the Shanghai dialect."

"Ah yes, really?" I raised my voice, showing cooperative surprise. "Yes, it's right there, go forward for a while, and it will be there at the end." "Well, is it there?" At this moment, I still regarded it as an ordinary conversation, and echoed it. "Are you staying at such-and-such a hotel?" he asked me. "Oh, yes, how do you know?" "I saw it just now, when you walked into the store." "Ah..." I just remembered that the person in the proprietress's sentence of "walking out while talking to people" seemed to be Mr. Okuda.

From where did the opportunity arise, he said "I'll take you there".Translating with Mr. Okuda's original sentence, the more accurate meaning is "I will be your guide". But there is a definite difference between the meanings of "I will take you there" and "I will guide you".I chose the former to understand, and when I followed Mr. Okuda to the temple he had drawn on the book - at the end of the uphill road, built in the middle of the mountain, I realized that he originally wanted to express the latter. Mr. Okuda led me in.Trees and stone monuments are of course the most common in the deserted courtyard.

Haiku written by ancient people in the past are engraved on the stele.After reading it, Mr. Okuda introduced to me that the author was Shiki Masaoka, a poet born in Ehime. "Look, here's the 'five-seven-five' rule." He said, "Have you read it?" I followed that line of the haiku.But at that time, the question mark "Hey? How did it become like this" popped up in my heart.A little embarrassed and funny, but I had to hold back until I exited to the monastery with him. Holding up my camera, I thanked him and hoped to get a photo of him as a souvenir. [Matsuyama] (2)

Mr. Okuda also took out his mobile phone and took a picture of me.Because of the posing against the light, he changed two places to reshoot, and finally he said "Okay, this one is good". "Thank you very much," I said. As a farewell sentence after an encounter.Going to leave here. "Where are you going next?" he asked me. "Ah? Oh... I want to go to a JR station called Umezu Station. There used to be a very famous Japanese drama called "Tokyo Love Story", and the final episode was filmed there. It was also broadcast in China, causing It’s a big sensation. So I’ve been wanting to take a look.”

And Mr. Okuda then said: "Ah, then I will take you there." "Eh?" I was stunned, and quickly waved my hand, "No, no need. It's too much trouble for you." "It's okay, I'm fine today anyway. Didn't I just say that I'll be your guide today, and I'll take you wherever you want to go." {Bye-Bye} When I returned from Ehime after all my visits, I also took the bus.I was in a seat by the window, and I kept looking out of the window during the five or six hour journey. The bus entered the urban area, and with the sudden increase of traffic on both sides, it began to stop and go together on the road.

stop.Start again. stopped again.with other cars. So I noticed out of the window, next to the passenger bus I was taking, a blue sanitation vehicle.Although it is a sanitation vehicle, it looks very clean, and it is painted with pink cherry blossom patterns and cartoon characters on the body. It's novelty and cute.Look at it with relish. The rhythm of the two traffic flows in the same direction is inconsistent.Sometimes it moved forward for more than ten meters, and was overtaken by the bus I was on.Sometimes the bus takes the lead, but not long after it stops again, it reappears next to me.

On and off like this, after more than ten minutes passed, I suddenly found that there were three drivers sitting in the cab of the sanitation vehicle, smiling and waving at me. Suspicious at first, I looked back inside the car until I was sure they were greeting me. "Is it because I know I'm a foreigner?" The reason proposed later was also quickly rejected. I took an ordinary local passenger bus, and there was no indication of international travel. Perhaps staring at the novel body for a long time before also attracted their attention. The traffic was staggered, and the bus moved forward, leaving them behind again.

I clawed at the window until the blue car finally approached. The people in the cab used a gesture of waving their arms in a big way this time, except for the driver who was holding the steering wheel, but he finally freed his left hand and waved goodbye to me. Then the blue body leaned towards the outside road, and I realized, "ah, it's saying goodbye". His right hand shook desperately towards them through the window. The small blue car disappeared along the highway exit. {reason} In fact, there is still a little bit of confusion. I think a good thing needs a good reason to happen. But at the time, the mediocre journey of more than five hours was an unexpected joy at the end.Softened joy. {different} What I want to say is that every time I travel, I will meet some good people and things that impress me. Friendly, helpful, kind strangers. But Mr. Okuda was not among them. He was different from all the people I briefly spent time with on my travels. {start of day} Before the trip, I made a plan hastily. The target is Ehime, and Meizu Station is the first to go.There, Akana Lixiang, who was wearing a white windbreaker, looked up at the timetable and at the entrance of the station.A tram is slowly approaching in the distance. Then, the elementary school that Nagao Wanji attended has been demolished, but the pillar with their names engraved on it has been preserved.The place where it is preserved should also be visited. If I still have time, I originally wanted to go to Ozu Shrine in Ozu City, Ehime Prefecture.After Akana Rika cleaned her hands with a wooden spoon, Wanji left the handkerchief she had lent her.Clap, clap.The two made different wishes. I said to Mr. Okuda, no need really, I can find it by myself, don't bother. But I know very well that rather than feeling guilty, I am more worried that the characteristics of traveling alone will be changed.I try my best to keep and insist, hoping to experience the time alone. It's just that Mr. Okuda is more persistent than me, saying that he is fine today, it doesn't matter. "...Okay then...thank you." Finally I gave up and nodded. "So, are you going to Umezu Station? It's a bit far, but it's still very convenient to transfer." "Ah... um..." "Let's take the tram first." He walked in front of me. It is indeed much more convenient to have a familiar person lead the way than to fumble alone, saving a lot of time for checking the map, going around and getting lost.Mr. Okuda gave me a brief description of the route.Where to get on the bus, where to transfer, and how long it will take to arrive. We are on the tram from the starting point. The figure can be regarded as pocket-sized, only the length of a carriage.The two rows of facing seats are covered with blue velvet covers that show a little age.wooden floor. The speed of the tram is close to "yo-yo".During the day, most of the passengers are elderly.The stooped mother-in-law, who was seventy or eighty years old, walked up slowly.The driver also deliberately slowed down the speed of closing the door. Mr. Okuda said to me who was taking pictures: "If you want to take pictures of people, you have to say hello to them first." There must be a few small talk on the way.The most frequently asked questions are: Did you come from Tokyo?Are you alone?How many days will you stay?Was the language learned at school?What is your occupation in your country? "That...well, it's for writing articles." I said. "Writing? Writer Sang?" He showed a surprised expression, "Do you have your books with you? Can you show me?" "No, no, not a writer. No books." "I really can't see it—" He smiled, "It's amazing." At that time, the sentence "although...but..." still floated in my heart. Although...but I still hope that it's just me traveling alone. Before the trip, I made a plan hastily. The target is Ehime, and Meizu Station is the first to go.There, Akana Lixiang, who was wearing a white windbreaker, looked up at the timetable and at the entrance of the station.A tram is slowly approaching in the distance. Then, the elementary school that Nagao Wanji attended has been demolished, but the pillar with their names engraved on it has been preserved.The place where it is preserved should also be visited. If I still have time, I originally wanted to go to Ozu Shrine in Ozu City, Ehime Prefecture.After Akana Rika cleaned her hands with a wooden spoon, Wanji left the handkerchief she had lent her.Clap, clap.The two made different wishes. I said to Mr. Okuda, no need really, I can find it by myself, don't bother. But I know very well that rather than feeling guilty, I am more worried that the characteristics of traveling alone will be changed.I try my best to keep and insist, hoping to experience the time alone. It's just that Mr. Okuda is more persistent than me, saying that he is fine today, it doesn't matter. "...Okay then...thank you." Finally I gave up and nodded. "So, are you going to Umezu Station? It's a bit far, but it's still very convenient to transfer." "Ah... um..." "Let's take the tram first." He walked in front of me. It is indeed much more convenient to have a familiar person lead the way than to fumble alone, saving a lot of time for checking the map, going around and getting lost.Mr. Okuda gave me a brief description of the route.Where to get on the bus, where to transfer, and how long it will take to arrive. We are on the tram from the starting point. The figure can be regarded as pocket-sized, only the length of a carriage.The two rows of facing seats are covered with blue velvet covers that show a little age.wooden floor. The speed of the tram is close to "yo-yo".During the day, most of the passengers are elderly.The stooped mother-in-law, who was seventy or eighty years old, walked up slowly.The driver also deliberately slowed down the speed of closing the door. Mr. Okuda said to me who was taking pictures: "If you want to take pictures of people, you have to say hello to them first." There must be a few small talk on the way.The most frequently asked questions are: Did you come from Tokyo?Are you alone?How many days will you stay?Was the language learned at school?What is your occupation in your country? "That...well, it's for writing articles." I said. "Writing? Writer Sang?" He showed a surprised expression, "Do you have your books with you? Can you show me?" "No, no, not a writer. No books." "I really can't see it—" He smiled, "It's amazing." At that time, the sentence "although...but..." still floated in my heart. Although...but I still hope that it's just me traveling alone. Before the trip, I made a plan hastily. The target is Ehime, and Meizu Station is the first to go.There, Akana Lixiang, who was wearing a white windbreaker, looked up at the timetable and at the entrance of the station.A tram is slowly approaching in the distance. Then, the elementary school that Nagao Wanji attended has been demolished, but the pillar with their names engraved on it has been preserved.The place where it is preserved should also be visited. If I still have time, I originally wanted to go to Ozu Shrine in Ozu City, Ehime Prefecture.After Akana Rika cleaned her hands with a wooden spoon, Wanji left the handkerchief she had lent her.Clap, clap.The two made different wishes. I said to Mr. Okuda, no need really, I can find it by myself, don't bother. But I know very well that rather than feeling guilty, I am more worried that the characteristics of traveling alone will be changed.I try my best to keep and insist, hoping to experience the time alone. It's just that Mr. Okuda is more persistent than me, saying that he is fine today, it doesn't matter. "...Okay then...thank you." Finally I gave up and nodded. "So, are you going to Umezu Station? It's a bit far, but it's still very convenient to transfer." "Ah... um..." "Let's take the tram first." He walked in front of me. It is indeed much more convenient to have a familiar person lead the way than to fumble alone, saving a lot of time for checking the map, going around and getting lost.Mr. Okuda gave me a brief description of the route.Where to get on the bus, where to transfer, and how long it will take to arrive. We are on the tram from the starting point. The figure can be regarded as pocket-sized, only the length of a carriage.The two rows of facing seats are covered with blue velvet covers that show a little age.wooden floor. The speed of the tram is close to "yo-yo".During the day, most of the passengers are elderly.The stooped mother-in-law, who was seventy or eighty years old, walked up slowly.The driver also deliberately slowed down the speed of closing the door. Mr. Okuda said to me who was taking pictures: "If you want to take pictures of people, you have to say hello to them first." There must be a few small talk on the way.The most frequently asked questions are: Did you come from Tokyo?Are you alone?How many days will you stay?Was the language learned at school?What is your occupation in your country? "That...well, it's for writing articles." I said. "Writing? Writer Sang?" He showed a surprised expression, "Do you have your books with you? Can you show me?" "No, no, not a writer. No books." "I really can't see it—" He smiled, "It's amazing." At that time, the sentence "although...but..." still floated in my heart. Although...but I still hope that it's just me traveling alone. {Mr. Okuda 2} He said, "I am a private school teacher, teaching French and English."Gave me a business card. Carry a notebook and pen with you.Take it out frequently, and flip the pages with drool on your fingers.Ask me how to write a Chinese character. And I soon noticed that his hands were trembling slightly unconsciously when he was digging out things. Thick eyeglass lenses. I looked at him during the conversation—Mr. Okuda's left eye is a little weird, maybe it's too dark or something, but it's not so natural. Okuda-san that I gradually got to know. {ocean} We changed to the JR line at the JR station and walked into the car. He looked at the route posted in the car and told me how many stops to take. If he was alone, he must have plugged in the earphones to listen to music—to be precise, he deliberately pursued the need for music. He showed a very cool and silent expression, put his schoolbag on his lap, rested his chin on it, and looked at the train. outside the ocean. But for now, I can only eat the bread that is supposed to be lunch, and then talk to Mr. Okuda next to me from time to time.Speaking of the Bund.Speaking of the TV series "East Love".He said he hadn't seen it, which surprised me a bit.I thought that people in Ehime should be very familiar with this.When I just arrived here, I took a taxi. The driver heard that I came to visit the filming location of "East Love", and he talked about many past events incessantly. But Mr. Okuda didn't know.He said, "Ah, yes... Unfortunately, I don't know." I was a little disappointed in my heart, so I just smiled and nodded indiscriminately. The train left from the two bungalows, and the windows opened up instantly.A vast, glowing sea lay ahead. "The Seto Inland Sea?" I asked Mr. Okuda. "Yes, it is the Seto Inland Sea." "It's so beautiful." Emotionally excited, "It seems like the train is driving on the sea." It seems that the train is driving on the sea. The same winter afternoon is very bright sunshine. In fact, I can explain to Mr. Okuda that in the ending of "East Love", Rika Akana left on the train at 4:33, which is the train with red cushions at this moment.Winter afternoon.On one side is the ocean. She met a little boy on the seat, said a few words, and when she was looking for biscuits to give to him, she found a photo of Wanzhi in elementary school from her bag. A symbol of the end of love.Lixiang covered her face in her seat with tears streaming down her face. That's the seat, the one facing me, the one facing the sea. But after all, there is no way to say it. "If you're alone now, you must be getting goosebumps. Coupled with the music in the headphones..." At that time, there was still a sigh of similar regret in my heart.