Chapter 7 old age -1

a slide At the time, every day was old age for me. I am in love.This is an experience I have never had.Before that, I always only cared about how to show my left side to the other party, trying to show my majesty. When the other party hesitated for a minute, I suddenly panicked and ran away without a trace like a gust of wind.However, during that time, I fell into a situation that made me confused about everything else, and I couldn’t even control the prudent way of doing things that I thought had fixed me. love. "I just like it, there's nothing I can do about it." That hoarse whisper was all I could think of.Twenty-five.My life is just beginning now.live.Live completely.I was serious.I can't help it because I like it.However, I don't seem to please the other party from the beginning.Just when I was beginning to understand the clichéd concept of forced martyrdom for myself, I was relentlessly rejected and never heard more.The other party just disappeared to nowhere.

When my friends call me, they all use ancient names like Sano Jiro Zaemon or Sano Jiro (さのじろ). "Sano Jiro.—But, that's fine. Thanks to that kind of name, your image is somewhat more chic than before, isn't it. Even though you were dumped, you can still be chic. This is simply trying to win sympathy. evidence,—oh, calm down." I can't forget the words of the racecourse.Moreover, I remember that the first person who started calling me Jiro Sano was Baba.Bachang and I met in Li in Ueno Park.We met in the small sweet wine shop next to Qingshui Hall with two long benches covered with red carpets.

When I was wandering from the back door of the university to the park in my spare time, I would often stop by that rum shop. The reason was that there was a seventeen-year-old named Xiaoju in that shop, who was small and very handsome. A bright, clear-eyed girl who looks exactly like the girl I like.The girl I like costs a little money to see her, so when I have no money, I will sit on the bench in that rum shop and order a glass of rum, and while I sip it slowly, let the girl called Xiaoju's girl acted as a proxy for my crush, watching her from afar.In the early spring of this year, I saw a very strange person at this liqueur house.It was Saturday, and the weather was fine early in the morning.After listening to the French lyric class, at noon, "The plum blossoms are in bloom, why aren't the cherry blossoms in bloom?" I randomly added cadences to sentences that were completely different from the French lyric poems I just took, and repeated them. Humming and walking into the usual rum shop.There is already a guest inside.I was taken aback, the appearance of the first guest was too abrupt no matter how I looked at it.He is very thin, but his height is about the same as that of ordinary people. The suit on his body is also a very common black khaki suit, but first of all, the coat on the outside is very strange.I don't know what form it is, but when I saw it, the first thing I thought of was the Schiller 2 coat.It was a beautiful silver-gray, with velvet and buttons all over the place, and it hung so loose on him that it was ridiculous.Then there's his face.If I use my first impression to describe this, it's like Fox 3 who wanted to become Schubert but didn't become better.Unbelievably prominent forehead, small iron-rimmed glasses and exaggerated curly hair, as well as a pointed chin and stubble.The description of the skin is a bit exaggerated, it is dirty blue like the feathers of the oriole, and it has no luster at all.He sat cross-legged in the middle of the red carpet chair, drank mulled wine from a large bowl of powdered tea, ah, he raised his arm and waved to call me over.I hesitated for a long time, and felt that the atmosphere would be more embarrassing if I continued to hesitate, so I forced a smile that I couldn't understand on my face, and sat down on the edge of his bench. "I ate very hard dried squid this morning..." He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a hoarse voice. "As a result, the right molar is hurting. There is really nothing worse than a toothache. But in fact, as long as you swallow an aspirin, you will be fine. Hey, did I call you here? No Excuse me. I am," he glanced at my face, with a little smile on his lips, "I don't recognize people. I'm blind.—No. I'm an ordinary person. That's just pretending. It's My bad habit, every time I meet someone I don't know, I can't help but pretend to be different. There is a saying called cocooning yourself, it's so cliché. No way. It's a disease. Are you Liberal arts? Are you going to graduate this year?"

I answered him. "No, one more year. Uh, because I retake the exam." "Oh, then you are an artist." He calmly took a sip of the rum without smiling. "I stayed in the music school there for eight years and couldn't graduate. Because I didn't pass their exams once. It's really not ordinary rude for people to want to test other people's abilities. Do not you think so." "yes" "I'm just talking. Actually I'm so stupid. I often sit here like this and watch people pass by me one by one. At first I couldn't bear it. There are so many people here. No one knows me, no one pays attention to me. I thought of this—ah, you don’t have to keep echoing like this. I was just following what you said. But now I don’t care about that kind of thing anymore, instead I also feel very happy. It’s like letting a gurgling spring flow under the pillow, not resignation, this is the joy of a prince.” He drank the rum with a grunt, and suddenly pushed the bowl of tea powder in front of me. "The characters written on this bowl are——白马火不不(ハクバオゴリテユカズ) 5. In fact, I don’t need to write it. It makes me very embarrassed to use it. I will leave it to you. This is what I got from the antique shop in Asakusa. I bought it at a high price and put it in this store as my special bowl. I like your face very much. The eyes are very dark. Those are the eyes I dream of. When I die, you will take this bowl Use it. I might die tomorrow.”

Since then, we have often met at the rum shop.Of course the racecourse isn't dead at all.Not only was he not dead, but he had also gained a little weight, his bluish-black cheeks swelled up sullenly like peaches.He said that it was the edema caused by drinking alcohol, and added in a low voice that it was almost dangerous to gain weight like this.I gradually became good friends with him.The reason why I didn't stay away from this kind of person, but became closer to him, is probably because I believe in the genius of the racecourse.Late last fall, a man named JosephThe famous Budapest violinist from Sigti 6 came to Japan and gave three concerts in the public hall of Hibiya, all of which received poor responses.This 40-year-old genius who is lonely and high-spirited, wrote an article to the Tokyo Asahi Shimbun in anger, in which he cursed the ears of the Japanese as donkey ears7, but after he finished scolding the Japanese audience, he would definitely add a sentence " Except a young man", bracket it like the refrain 8 of the poem.Who is this "a young man"? It is said that there was a lot of discussion in the music circle at that time, but in fact it was a racecourse.Met Joseph at the racecourse.Sigti, speak to him.On the night after the third concert at the Hibiya Public Hall that made him lose face, Baba found Sigetti's big red bald head behind a potted plant in the corner of a well-known beer hall in Ginza.Without hesitation, Machang strode to the table next to the world famous player who deliberately pretended not to care, smiled and licked the beer, and sat down next to the world famous player whose hard work was not rewarded.That night, Baba and Sigetti resonated, and drank carefully one by one in the relatively high-end coffee shops from 1-chome to 8-chome in Ginza.The account is Joseph.Submitted by Sig.Even after drinking, Sigti did not forget his noble demeanor, his black tie was neatly tied tightly, and he did not touch a finger with the maids. "Performing art is boring if you haven't analyzed it rationally. 9 In terms of literature, I like Andre Gide10 and Thomas Mann11." He said while biting the thumbnail of his right hand lonely .Gide is pronounced as Qide.When the sky was completely bright, the two were standing by the water lily pond in the vestibule of the Imperial Hotel. They shook hands in a hurry and left without looking back. That article with the chorus appeared on the Tokyo Asahi Shimbun that day.But I really don't believe that he blinked his eyes desperately as if he was very embarrassed, and then he told me these glorious deeds with a displeased look after he finished the story.Besides, is his foreign language level really good enough to chat with foreigners until dawn? From this point of view, it is also quite suspicious.If you really want to doubt it, you can't stop doubting it, but what kind of music theory he is holding, the strength of the violin, and his position among composers, I have no idea at all.Machang sometimes walks around with a shiny black violin case in his left hand, but usually there is nothing in the box.According to him, his violin case itself is a symbol of modernity - strong outside but capable inside. At this time, I even doubt whether he has really held a violin.Thanks to the piano box, whether his genius is believable or not, I don't even have the opportunity to evaluate his ability, so I think he must have other reasons to attract me.What's more, I'm also the kind of person who cares more about the violin case than the violin inside, so I also feel that his demeanor and talking and laughing seem to be more attractive than Machang's spirit and ability.He really often appears in front of me in different costumes.In addition to all kinds of suits, he also wears school uniforms, blue overalls, and sometimes he wears a belt and white socks12, which made me blush with shame next to him.According to his understatement, he changed his clothes all day long because he didn't want to make any impression on others.I forgot to mention that the hometown of the horse farm is Shimorenjaku 13 in Mitaka Village outside Tokyo. He comes to the city from there to play every day. His father seems to be a landlord or something. Anyway, he is very rich, so he can let him He changed his clothes day and night.And this is just one of the extravagant behaviors of the landlord's son——thinking about it this way, I don't seem to be particularly attracted by his demeanor.Probably because of money.It's really hard to say, but when you go out on the street with him, he's always the one who pays.He didn't hesitate to push me away, but he also insisted on paying the bill for me.There seems to be a subtle interaction between friendship and money. It is an indisputable fact that his degree of wealth adds to his charm to me.Maybe the relationship between the horse farm and me was nothing more than the relationship between the master and his retainers from the beginning, but from the beginning to the end, I respectfully and obediently obeyed him.