People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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He wiped his face hard and his palms were full of water.

"You are such a good storyteller, boy."

The boss' voice was a little choked, and he squeezed Lin Sen's shoulders hard again.

"However, one thing is certain."

"Each of us has been struggling to face life."

Chapter 7 When it rains, it pours

It will rain tonight.

At first it was just a soft drizzle, which was as if nothing had fallen on my face, and it was like giving me a free hairstyle.

In fact, getting your hair slightly wet can improve your appearance a little bit.

It’s all good things!

But gradually something went wrong.

The amount of water is not only good for shaping your body and improving your looks, but you can also wash your hair and take a bath, and then get a kayak and call some friends for a city rafting.

heavy rain.

As a result, passers-by who did not bring umbrellas were 100% or even 90% wet.

On his way home, Lin Sen held the umbrella he had brought with him in the morning, and looked at the pedestrians around him who were busy with their lives, in silence.

Staring at the miserable looks of other people around me hiding from the rain, certain emotions began to gather.

So much so that after he hurriedly took a shower and it was late at night, he finally couldn't control his emotions and laughed out loud while hiding under the quilt.

Do you prefer not to remember the weather forecast? Do you see a guy holding an umbrella in the morning and look at him with a sidelong glance, looking at him as if he's idiot?

Are you comfortable now?

But the joy didn't last long.

The rumbling thunder and the sound of rain pounding on the ceiling further fueled the arrogance of nature.

Storm is coming.

Lin Sen lives on the top floor. If there's a leak anywhere, the whole house will be destroyed.

I checked it again out of concern, but found nothing abnormal.

The roof still withstood the pressure.

Just as I was about to lie back down for a good night's sleep, I was interrupted by a crisp sound mixed in with the rustling.

"Dong dong."

Bad feeling.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a face with a bitter expression.

"senior..."

I was led all the way to Ito Nishika's house.

Three words: mess.

There were many small bulging holes in the wall where the ceiling light was, and a piece of wallpaper was hanging down, and water was dripping down like a faucet turned on the lowest power.

The situation in the bedroom was even worse, with many damaged areas including the floor and bed.

Damn, how did such a nice apartment become like this!

Fortunately, the girl had several storage boxes at home.

I quickly helped to rescue the items that shouldn't be exposed to water and moved them to the corridor.

After finally finishing the work, the water on the floor was almost enough to cover my slippers.

The short-haired girl in pajamas squatted down helplessly, looking worriedly at the water all over the floor.

Speechless.

"Let's go find the landlord and deal with it tomorrow."

"Um..."

The question is what to do today.

Rainwater slanted in through the gap between the railings and the roof, leaving traces of rain all over the corridor.

It looks like it will get wet in a while.

There has to be a place to live.

Suddenly, I made up my mind and picked up several plastic boxes filled with miscellaneous things on the ground.

"My house is pretty big, Ito."

"what!"

He led the timid girl to the living room where the tables and chairs had been moved away, and found a few layers of clean sheets from the closet and spread them on the floor.

"Let's leave it like this for now."

"it is good."

By the way, help her take out some things that were wet and put them aside to dry.

"There are several quilts in the three drawers under the cabinet next to my bed in my bedroom. Take a look and see which one you want. They are all washed and folded."

"Ok."

Finally freed from his helpless state, Ito Xiguo rushed to the bedroom.

Enter the door and look around.

"At this."

The girl quickly squatted down and opened the drawer.

But something was a little off about what I saw.

My eyes are full of sleeping pills and antidepressants.

For a moment I stood there dumbfounded.

"Wrong drawer."

As she murmured, the girl's gaze gradually became unfocused.

I can't help but recall the night when we first met.

I thought of someone's expression when he saw a lot of sleeping pills and sedatives bought for his grandmother in his house.

"I didn't understand that strange look at that time, it turns out..."

Ito Xiguo pursed his lips and was silent for a while.

Just as I was about to close it, my attention was attracted by something else.

A photo, back facing up, was buried at the bottom of a pile of medicine boxes.

I looked outside the door cautiously, but was eventually overcome by curiosity.

Pull it out, turn it over, and there's a photo of the two of you.

One of the protagonists is right outside the door.

He looked very bad and his whole soul was a little depressed, but in the photo he tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, raised his mouth, and put on a very happy smile.

It gives people a feeling of being lifted up for some reason.

She was wearing a kimono that looked somewhat familiar.

It was made of grey linen, which was what he was wearing when he first met her.

There is a woman next to me.

Her appearance is not particularly stunning, but she is the type that is pleasing to the eye.

She was wearing a cherry and white kimono and had a gentle smile on her face.

Behind the two people are the stairs of the shrine, and they must have just completed their New Year's prayers.

The girl stayed there for a long time.

"I had intended to die last winter, but someone gave me this gray, pinstriped linen kimono as a New Year's gift during the first month of the year. It's a kimono perfect for summer. I thought, I'd better live until summer."

"But, just this spring, the person who gave me the kimono...she got married."

Those two sentences echoed faintly in my ears.

The vague story in my mind seemed to gradually become clearer.

Until the sound from outside the door interrupted my thoughts.

"did you find it?"

"M-right now!"

After hurriedly putting the photo back in its place, the girl opened the drawer on the other side and picked up a quilt at random.

I hurried outside the living room, only to find him staring at a wooden photo frame in his hand.

There is also a photo inside.

But, she is the protagonist.

And my cousin.

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This is a photo from when we were very young. She was a silly little girl, with her hands on her hips, and next to her was her cousin, who was wearing a smart smile.

Although he has been a good student since childhood and seems to be an excellent student with a bright future, he is actually an extremely unreliable guy.

Fortunately, he has a good childhood sweetheart who looks after him. It is a gift from God to this silly old man. They have a good relationship and are now working hard together in Tokyo and are even discussing marriage.

This photo was taken in my hometown. On the day it was developed, my grandmother framed two copies and gave them to her and her silly cousin, her two grandchildren.

I threw it somewhere and haven't seen it for a long time.

I didn't expect it to be turned out.

He hurriedly tried to get closer to the young man holding the photo frame, but found that he suddenly turned his head and stared at him.

"Is this you?"

When he said this, his expression seemed difficult to understand.

A little bit of curiosity, mixed with some indescribable emotions.

In an instant, the photo I had just seen in the house also flashed through my mind.

The next moment, Ito Xiguo vaguely felt that he understood the deeper emotions on the other person's face.

Is it a kind of sympathy?

"..."

For a moment, some images flashed before the girl's eyes again.

When he looked at himself at the door of the convenience store, he met the same gaze as that of a fellow human being.