Mazi Mazi: Thank you for attending the wedding two days ago. At the wedding, I was always worried that when you saw those relatives who came from the country, they would recall the events of the year again and cause discomfort, because those people didn't care about their unscrupulous words and deeds at all. The clean air was the only saving grace in that town, and it was a desert indeed.I realized this seven years ago after graduating from high school and entering a women's university in Tokyo. For four years I lived in a university dormitory.When he told his parents that he wanted to apply for a university in Tokyo, he and the others objected in unison, saying what if he was bullied by the bad guys and fell into prostitution?What if you are forced to become addicted to drugs?What if you are killed?

What rumors did you hear that made you think so?If you are born in a big city, you will probably be laughing after reading this. Although I also brought out the TV programs they liked to watch in protest—"That's because you watched too much "Twenty-Four Hours of a Big City"", in fact, I had similar terrifying imaginations many times.Still, I insisted on going to Tokyo. What's so good about Tokyo? Aren't there universities in the prefecture that you want to study?If you go to university in the county, even if you are reluctant to go home every day, the rent of the apartment is very cheap, and you can come back immediately if you have anything to do. Isn't that more reassuring?

Father so persuaded. How can you rest assured?Don't you guys know best how I have lived in this small town in the past eight years? In this way, they no longer objected, but only put forward the condition that they cannot rent an apartment alone, and must live in a student dormitory.I did not refute. It was the first time in my life that I went to Tokyo, and I found that it was like another world.When I got off the Shinkansen and saw that the station was overcrowded, I couldn't help thinking, are there more people here than in that rural town?What is even more surprising is that so many people can go their own way without colliding with each other. Even I can stagger to transfer to the subway while looking up at the bus guide, without bumping into anyone on the way, safe and sound reach the destination.

When I got on the subway, there was something even more surprising to me.Although there were many passengers around, almost no one spoke, and most of the people who occasionally laughed or talked were foreigners. I walked to school through middle school, rode my bike in high school, and took the tram only when I was in town with friends or family throughout the year.The journey is less than an hour, we are always chatting endlessly, such as what to buy, buying gifts in advance for someone's birthday next month, whether to eat McDonald's or KFC for lunch... I don't think our behavior is perverse , because the car was full of talking and laughing, and no one complained, I used to think that the time on the tram should be spent like this.

I suddenly thought, can people in Tokyo see their surroundings?Is it indifference to others?As long as you don't cause trouble for yourself.Is it none of your business what the people next to you do?Don't you even want to know what book the person opposite is reading?Do you turn a blind eye to the high-end bag that the person standing in front of you is carrying? When I came back to my senses, I found myself crying.A rustic countryman with a big bag crying might be mistaken for homesickness.I wiped my tears embarrassedly and looked around, but no one paid attention to me. What a beautiful place beyond imagination!I'm a little excited.I didn't want to come to Tokyo because of the trendy shops or the many entertainment venues. I wanted to blend in with people who didn't know my past and just disappear.

To be precise, as a witness to the murder, I want to disappear from the sight of the suspect who has not yet been brought to justice. The dormitory is a four-person room, and everyone is not from Tokyo. The meeting on the first day became a meeting to show off their respective hometowns and introduce themselves.The steamed buns are delicious, there are hot springs, and my home is very close to the home of a famous baseball player.But although the other three came from places, they were all born in well-known cities or small towns. I said the name of the small town in my hometown, but none of the three knew which county it was in.

When they asked what kind of place it was, I replied: a place with clean air.I think Ms. Mazi, you should understand that this is not because the hometown town has nothing to show off, but out of helplessness. Born in a small rural town, I took the air there for granted every day. I really realized that the air was clean when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, that is, the spring when the murder happened. Mr. Sawada, who taught liberal arts, once said in class: "Everyone lives in the place with the cleanest air in Japan. Do you know why you say that? The precision instruments used in hospitals and research laboratories need to be manufactured in dust-free workshops. Therefore, the factory must be built in a place with clean air. Our town built a new Adachi factory this year, and Japan's largest precision instrument manufacturer built a factory here, which means that this is the place with the cleanest air in Japan. Everyone should live in it Proud of such a beautiful town."

After class, we asked Mrs. Emi Rizawada if what she said was correct."Dad said the same thing," Emily said. That's when we really believed our hometown town had clean air.It wasn't because Emili's father was a dignified, sharp-eyed, big shot at the Adachi factory, but because he was from Tokyo. At the time, no kid thought it inconvenient that there was no convenience store in town.Only what has been there since birth is taken for granted.Even though there is an advertisement for Barbie dolls on TV, because it is a toy I have never seen before, I don’t think of owning it. Instead, I think the French dolls in every living room are more important.

However, since the factory was built in the town, we have developed a strange feeling.The arrival of Emilia, a transfer student from Tokyo, made us gradually realize that the life we ​​used to be used to in the past is actually quite backward and inconvenient. First of all, the place where they live is very different from ours.This is the first time that a building with more than five floors has appeared in the town. Although the design style of the staff apartment of Adachi Manufacturing Factory is based on the theme of integrating nature, it looks like an exotic castle to us. Emily's home was on the seventh floor at the top of the apartment building, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep when I learned that she was inviting me and other girls in my class who lived on the west side of the town to her home.

The four people invited were me, Maki, Yuka, and Akiko. The four of us played together since we were young and have lived in the same environment ever since.Everything we saw at Emilia's house seemed foreign to us. The first thing that surprised us was that the room was not divided by walls.At that time, I did not have the so-called LDK (that is, a living room, dining room, and kitchen) concept. I was really surprised to see the living room, dining room and kitchen integrated. Emili poured us black tea out of teacups.The teapot and teacups come as a set, which is something that children will never touch in my house.On the matching plate of the tea service there were tartlets studded with fruit, with the exception of strawberries, which were unnamed fruits.I munched on the pie, a little intoxicated, and felt that there seemed to be some incongruity.

After tea, a rag doll was suggested, so Emili brought Barbie dolls and a plastic heart-shaped clothing box from her room.That day, she was wearing the same clothes as Barbie. "There's a store in Shibuya that sells the same clothes as Barbie. I bought them for my birthday last year, right, Mom?" It was already unbearable, and there was a feeling of wanting to escape. This is, I don't know who said: "Let's take a look at the French dolls of Emily's family." Emily froze for a moment, then asked, "What is that?" Emily didn't have a French doll, she didn't even know what it was, and my weak heart seemed to swell again.It was normal for Emily not to know, since French dolls were long out of fashion in the city. Most of the ancient wooden houses scattered in the town are about 20 years old.They have one thing in common: the room closest to the entrance is designed as a Western-style living room, which must have a chandelier and a French doll in a glass box.Although French dolls had been around for a long time, it wasn't until about a month before Emili moved in that it became popular among girls to go door to door admiring dolls. At first, I only went to friends' houses, and then gradually went to neighbors' houses.Almost all residents in rural towns know each other, and the dolls are placed in the room closest to the entrance, so they are seldom rejected. In the meantime, we started what we called "Doll Notes," ranking French dolls.Back then, unlike now, children could easily take pictures, and if there was a doll we liked, we would draw it with colored pencils. The ranking is mainly determined by the beauty of the skirt, but I prefer to look at the doll's face.Probably what kind of doll to buy reflects the personality of the owner. I always feel that the face of the doll is somewhat similar to the child or mother of that family. Emili said she wanted to see dolls, so we took her to the top ten houses.Thinking that the other children living in this apartment must have never seen each other, Emilia also called several other children whose ages and names were not known. Some boys also mixed in for some reason, and we visited people in the town together. . The first family member said that this is a "French doll tour", and we agreed with it very much, so we decided to name the event that day. My family's doll is ranked second, with a pink skirt, with soft pure white feathers on the chest and skirt, and large purple roses embroidered on the shoulders and waist. However, I prefer that it looks somewhat similar to myself face.I used a magic pen to mark a tear mole like mine under the doll's right eye, and was scolded by my mother.In addition, this doll does not feel like an adult or a child, and it seems to be ageless. I like this feeling very much. I still feel that although I proudly said that my doll was great at the time, the children from the big cities seemed to have no interest, and I was very disappointed. After going to the last house, Emily said, "It's better to be Barbie." I thought she was completely innocent, but because of her words, the French doll who had always looked shining suddenly became worthless.After that day, we stopped playing French Dolls and the doll notes were tucked away in the back of the drawer.