Chapter 6 6

{Meijin} More than half an hour later, we arrived at Umezu Station. As soon as he stepped out of the car door, he stepped into the scene of "East Love". —complete, memorable, vivid and unaltered over time. On the railing in front of the platform, a row of handkerchiefs was tied. There is a striking red sign saying that this was once the location of "Tokyo Love Story". I ignored the introduction to Mr. Okuda, excitedly took out the camera and kept taking pictures.Until I realized that he was following me, every time I pressed the shutter, he would say something like "ah, that's good", "very good", or "very professional".

Embarrassed, he reluctantly stopped his hands and suggested to Mr. Okuda: "I may have to stay here for a long time, why don't you go and sit there for a while, you don't have to accompany me, or I'm too embarrassed." Even with a lot of honorifics, and a very apologetic smile. No matter how you say it, it means being cold and rude. While taking pictures, when I remembered, I looked in the direction of Mr. Okuda. He walked into the seating area more than ten meters away.Press the phone on the chair, or look around.When I looked back again, Mr. Okuda appeared at the entrance of the station in the distance, poking his head and chatting with the staff inside.

More than half an hour later, we arrived at Umezu Station. As soon as he stepped out of the car door, he stepped into the scene of "East Love". —complete, memorable, vivid and unaltered over time. On the railing in front of the platform, a row of handkerchiefs was tied. There is a striking red sign saying that this was once the location of "Tokyo Love Story". I ignored the introduction to Mr. Okuda, excitedly took out the camera and kept taking pictures.Until I realized that he was following me, every time I pressed the shutter, he would say something like "ah, that's good", "very good", or "very professional".

Embarrassed, he reluctantly stopped his hands and suggested to Mr. Okuda: "I may have to stay here for a long time, why don't you go and sit there for a while, you don't have to accompany me, or I'm too embarrassed." Even with a lot of honorifics, and a very apologetic smile. No matter how you say it, it means being cold and rude. While taking pictures, when I remembered, I looked in the direction of Mr. Okuda. He walked into the seating area more than ten meters away.Press the phone on the chair, or look around.When I looked back again, Mr. Okuda appeared at the entrance of the station in the distance, poking his head and chatting with the staff inside.

{I have arrived} relieved. Slowly thinking that the moment when I can finally stay alone on the platform, I can allocate complete emotions to conclude: "I'm here. Very good, I'm finally here." I have arrived. {four forty-eight, four thirty-three} I watched "Tokyo Love Story" for the first time when I was in the first grade of junior high school.Japanese dramas were a completely new term at that time.Maybe one on TV a year.In addition to "East Love", "Gold Coins of the Stars" and "Waiting for You Someday", the former is the most famous masterpiece of Sakai Noriko and Takeno Uchitoyo, and the latter is starred by Atsuko Asano and Kiichi Nakai. They play a couple The family members who run the funeral have a very special background.Although more than ten years later, there are very few people who know Atsuko Asano, but Kiichi Nakai, as a senior Japanese actor, is more deeply remembered by the Chinese movies he participated in.

"East Love" is still special.With various "first" and "most" titles as titles, more than ten years have passed, and there are still people discussing Akina Lixiang's final choice to leave early. "I'll be waiting for you at the station." She hugged Nagao Kanji and said, "I just checked the timetable, there is a train at 4:48." "One more hour, "If you change your mind, come to me. "If it still doesn't work, then I'm leaving." "This is the last request." "Four forty-eight, then. "I want to see you, so I won't say goodbye."

{here} Akana Rika walked towards the station from here. from here.Sand and slopes. Akana Rika walked into this station.There are two strange bare trees in front of the door. Seventeen years later, there are still no sprouts, let alone branches.It is difficult to tell whether it is a living or dead tree, and it is not clear what purpose it is kept here. Akana Rika is waiting here.The place at the end of the platform.Behind the railing is the sea, and a small mountain in the distance. This piece of railing.sea ​​and mountains. She clutched the bag, her shoulders slightly tight. Akana Rika turned her head and looked at the timetable.Filled with numbers. How many buses are there at 4 o'clock.

Now it has been replaced with a new style.But the numbers haven't changed. The music goes from a quiet, to a crescendo.stronger.Then a new melody sounded. Nagao Wanji jumped off the pile of stones and ran towards the station. Nagao Wanji ran across the tram takiri from here.The railing dropped behind him. from here.As the warning sounded, the yellow and black railings slowly fell on both sides.Greet the passing tram. Nagao Kanji walked through this station entrance.He yelled "Sorry!" inside. this entrance. Nagao Kanji jumped on a yellow tram that was about to leave.A total of two sessions, a maximum of three sessions.He didn't find Lixiang, and ran out of the door anxiously and confusedly before honking the whistle.

Yellow tram.Orange, and beige. Nagao Wanji asked the station master, "Is this the 4:48 train just now?" The station master gave him an affirmative answer, and he paused for a second after listening, "Then... have you seen a man in a white shirt? Where's the girl?" "Where did she go?" "Oh, she was standing there just now," the station master raised his finger and pointed, "She took the previous train, the 4:33 train, and left." Go to where the stationmaster pointed. A row of white railings with his handkerchief tied to it. After unfolding, Lixiang left a farewell written in lipstick.

Here, this piece of railing, the style has changed but the color has not changed.A dozen handkerchiefs were tied.Some, from the crispness of the fabric, feel as though they were hung a long time ago.Each note is written with various pens, various languages ​​of "love", heart-shaped symbols, and the names of both men and women, including "Lixiang". Leaning against the railing.The sea behind Wanji had just ebbed.It rose and fell over the next decade or so.Today, in front of me is a blue sea level that has made a comeback. "Goodbye, Wanzi." {Magic Parabola} I saw TV when I was eleven years old.I don't know much about love, but I have never wondered why it ended like this in the end.

Obviously it is the most reasonable, the most realistic and sad perfect ending. When I came across the word love, I threw away the words naive and ignorant when I was young, and asserted rationally and clearly that "of course it will be" and "surely not". Like a magical and long parabolic movement, the starting point and landing point span several years.After more than ten years, the bones and hair have grown enough to meet love again, but suddenly something falls from the sky. The parabola sends childishness and ignorance. Hit the brain hard. In love after adulthood, in the confusion of thinking, you can only ask "why" and "why not", stalking and crying, calling the other party repeatedly while holding the phone, listening to "the number you dialed is turned off" over and over again .Can't let go. It's also natural. {next stop} Spent several hours exploring and walking around Umezu Station. I can't take care of Mr. Okuda, so I have to ignore him for the time being. Finally, I felt that it was almost time to end, and then there were other places to go, and time allocation had to be considered. I returned to the station, and Mr. Okuda sat on a chair. "Is it all done? Is it enough?" "Well, it's ok, we can go now, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." "Then where are you going next?" I took out the notepad from my backpack and turned to a certain page, "There is a place called 'Hometown Travel Village', but I don't know the exact location, have you heard of it?" The pillars engraved with the names of Wanji and Lixiang are preserved there. Because the departure was hasty, it was too late to check its exact location on Yahoo.So when Mr. Okuda used his mobile phone to surf the Internet and quickly found its location and traffic map for me, I felt a little joy in my heart. Secretly happy, accompanied by the low conclusion of "maybe we will be with Mr. Okuda today". Still hoping to get some, alone time.Although Mr. Okuda took me back to the city by tram, and then checked the complicated bus timetable on the side of the road, he smiled at me happily and said, "Good luck, the bus will arrive in five minutes, and if you miss this one, you will be there." It's going to be over an hour." Although it is a link that needs to be thanked. {unspeakable} Tiny, like fluff, it can't be more intense and clearer. They are born from stress of unknown origin. On the bus from the city to the suburbs, I sat with Mr. Okuda. At the same time, the shame of this feeling, and the joy of enjoying the convenience of traveling. They gather like a sewer entrance.It is blocked by hair fall, dirt, and some unknown foam, and the water flow cannot be cleared for a long time. We drove for a long time on the bus heading out of the city, with mountains and quiet paths on both sides. {Mr. Okuda Three} While waiting for the train to Umetsuji Temple, I asked about the situation at Mr. Okuda's house. The topic started when he asked me what my parents did. I said that my mother is a teacher and my father's current job is related to environmental engineering. So he replied very smoothly: "Mr. Okuda's child, how is (the situation)?" "No." He waved his hand at me. "Huh?" I didn't understand at first. "No, I don't have a child." "...Is that so..." I was dumbfounded for a moment. Mr Okuda explained: "I have no wife and no children. "Because I have no children, my wife also separated from me. "Separated many years ago. "I live alone." I would only answer "Is that so", "Is that so", "Um". Feeling unable to say anything meaningful.The shameful lack of words continues. {happi,y} Indeed, every time I travel, I will meet kind, warm and kind people.More than once. One night in Tokyo one year. Nearly 11 o'clock, I came out of the subway station on the way to the hotel, my legs were very tired after a day of walking, so I was very grateful for the food stalls that appeared on the roadside. There is a small cart with a roof, and thick transparent plastic sheets hang down around it. The boss is sitting in it, with a paper lantern hanging beside him. You can almost imagine yourself as someone who is waiting for you. I lifted the curtain and sat on the stool.Saying "Good evening guest", the boss chatted with me while taking out oden, radish, fish balls, kelp and so on from the thick soup. Then a regular customer of the boss came, a man in his thirties, wearing a crew-neck jacket and belted.He joins our conversation.When I mentioned that I wanted to go to the summer festival, the Mr. Belt patted his head and said, "Ah, tomorrow night, there will be a festival in the nearby shrine."Then he took out a piece of white paper from the backpack behind him and drew a map for me. The stall owner said to him: "She came here alone, from Shanghai, China, and is interested in our traditional things." Turning to me, "Is it?" "Ah?...Ah, yes." I swallowed a piece of radish and nodded quickly. "That's it," Mr. Belt picked up the topic and asked me, "By the way, do you want to see a kind of clothing, which is unique here." He pronounced it "happi". "Hey..." I put down my chopsticks, "What?" "Let's think about it, you should be able to see it in that store," Mr. Belt asked, "Do you want me to take you to see it, it's very close." The stall owner also suggested to me: "Go, I'll wait for you here. Just put your backpack here." With a trace of bewilderment, I followed Mr. Belt, crossed two small roads, turned a corner, an elevator and a small car, he took me to the third floor, the door opened, and it was a restaurant. I heard Mr. Belt ask the waiter by the door, "Huh? Where's your 'happi' today? Didn't you come?" "Oh, I'm not here today." The other party answered him. "Ah..." scratched his head, "Then do you know where I can find it?" "There is still ○○ barbecue." "Oh, thank you." I followed him and squeezed into the elevator again.It was the hottest time in August, and at close range, he could clearly see the glistening sweat on his forehead. After walking out of the building, Mr. Belt continued to lead me and quickly found the barbecue restaurant. The slung backpack hopped and jumped behind him. At first, he thought that Mr. Belt knew them, but he knocked on the door, and the inside was already closed, and the waiter who was sitting and chatting turned around. "Well, excuse me...it's like this..." I heard Mr. Belt say to them, "This is a friend from China who wants to see people wearing happi. Excuse me, can you take a photo with her." That's when I realized that those who wore loose gowns with big sleeves, something close to a "bunt" top, had "happi" on them.Including two young boys, two young girls, the four of them looked at each other and said "oh, okay".One person has taken off the happi, put it back on, and walked out of the store.Before I could thank you, I handed the camera to Mr. Belt.Surrounded by waiters. Mr. Belt held up his camera, and he yelled, "One-two-three-!" In the enlarged photo later, the girls smiled and made a "V" sign, and one of the male waiters, who was obviously bold and unrestrained, made exaggerated movements, stretched his arms high, and half-tied his horse, "Yeah——" , cheering. {Mr. Okuda 4} The "homeland travel village" where the pillars are preserved is deep in the mountains.There is no direct bus, so you have to take a taxi.So Mr. Okuda took me to a taxi stop after getting off the bus. Unlike metropolitan cities, taxis driving in the countryside are more like buses. You can’t expect them to appear on ordinary trails, and you have to walk to a fixed parking spot to take a ride. A fat old man who seemed to be in his early sixties pushed the door out of the lounge. "Oh, where are you going?" he asked. A very distant destination indeed.A taxi also takes thirty or forty minutes. Along the way, Mr. Okuda was in good spirits, chatting with the driver constantly.It starts with me, the Japanese drama I watched, where we went this morning, Matsuyama, and Ehime's unique accent. "Oh-ah...haha", "Really...", "Yes--", "So it's like this--", Mr. Driver nodded in front of him. Around the mountain road.Go through the tunnel. Mr. Okuda turned out to be a person who spoke more eloquently, and his voice was a little hoarse and not so clear. He said he was fifty-eight years old. No heirs and family.I make a living by running a private school teaching French and English in Matsuyama, but there are no classes today. He lives alone. {yes} Unlike all the people I've ever met, for a short time on the road.