I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 139 Some things about the old alleys in Tokyo

next day
The weather is not so good.

However, it is a very wrong thing to pin your expectations for good or bad weather on the weather forecast.

It seems that the meaning of the weather forecast is nothing more than to give those who watch TV dramas a time to go to the bathroom.

Of course, there is also the time for those old men to look at beautiful women.

I often hear old men commenting on how good-looking the weather forecast host is in the tavern.

Except for these two, it seems that there is really no meaning for the existence of weather forecasts.

Originally, if he hadn't gone out, Koma wouldn't have had such high expectations for the weather.

Even longing for rain.

But right now, looking at the gray sky with a little sunshine.

In Tokyo at this time, the temperature is naturally going up.

But I always feel that there is a very damp and sticky feeling in the air.

If it is raining, it is naturally comfortable.

The most uncomfortable thing is that it is not a rainy day, but it still feels wet.

And the sun is half dead, showing a half-breathed look.

I can't feel any heat from the light at all.

After thinking about it for a long time, I can only use one word to describe it, which is nothing more than the wax head of the silver gun.

I can't help but complain about the weather more or less like those drinkers, "I, if the weather is bad, I will scold the weather when I go out", this is what they said.

If you scold the weather...

Ju hesitated at the door.

Then gently spit out two words: "Asshole."

"what?"

The first generation happened to pass by, and leaned over with his head tilted.

She seems to have heard Kou swearing.

This is really a rare thing.

Basically, in her impression, Ju is the kind of person who seldom has mood swings.

Apart from talking to people with a smile, his face is tense and expressionless.

As for being angry or complaining, there are very few.

Sometimes I wonder if he never complains to the world.

However, when she heard such a sentence just now, her curiosity rose like a river in Huangmeiji, going crazy.

But before she could ask, she saw Ju stepping on his wooden clogs and walking towards the outside with small steps.

"Ku, where are you going?"

"Go out for a walk."

"But, aren't you afraid of rain? You should bring an umbrella."

The first generation grabbed the bat umbrella leaning against the door frame and waved it towards Ma's back.

But at this time, Ju's figure had turned into a small black dot.

He would never hear what the first generation said to him.

I don't know how he managed to run so fast while wearing clogs.

The first generation shrugged and said nothing.

The running horse never discovered that he still has the talent for running.

Especially wearing clogs can run so fast.

Da da da.

The clogs made a crisp sound when they were tapped on the road.

Listening to the ears, it is especially brisk.

At this time, Kuma vaguely discovered the reason why so many people like to wear clogs.

This time he came out and followed the road where he met Mitsuo Kaneda before, passing through a few alleys, and then there was a brand new world that had never been explored before.

I still remember that when he was a child, when everything was still unknown, when courage overwhelmed everything, he liked this kind of adventure game.

At that time, holding a small straight wooden stick in my hand, I imagined myself as a world-class swordsman, experiencing the pleasure of walking alone.

Unexpectedly, here, you can also pick up this pleasure again.

But at this moment... Kuma looked down at his empty hands.

If only there was a little stick.

This brand new, unexplored world is full of dilapidation after seeing it.

But in Ju's opinion, the ruins did not dampen his interest.

Instead, there is a feeling of looking back on the past.

Next to a factory brick wall of unknown purpose, there is a small ditch.

This small ditch is much smaller than the river in the bridge hole where Mr. Jintian lived.

Of course, there is no aura from the stream next to the shrine.

Apparently this little ditch is full of artificial smells.

Along this man-made small ditch, there is an alley.

Alleys are very common in Tokyo.

Neon people have integrated their delicate personality into their bones.

There are very low huts lined up beside the alley.

The lower the hut was, the more winding the path in the middle.

The people in the alley are nothing more than relying on some traditional livelihoods.

Such as tailoring, snacks or lamps...

It's a completely different street than the one that turned in.

There are a lot of imposing signs of offices and chambers of commerce hanging there.

"Did it come from outside?"

When passing by a shop, a head poked out from inside.

The hair on the head is gray and pitiful.

About the same as a taro.

It's just that the black hairs on the taro are replaced with white, which is more similar.

"Outside?"

Koma was startled by such a sudden behavior, and took a few steps back one after another.

"Did I scare you?" He immediately grinned, his toothless gums looked borderless, with everything in them.

After a while, the canvas was lifted, and a crooked old man came out from inside.

He muttered apologies, and at the same time kept looking at the foal.

"It's just outside the alley."

"Generally, there are no outsiders here, so for those who come from outside the alley, we all call them outsiders."

"That's right, I came from there."

Koma pointed towards Ito's Tavern.

"How did you come here? There are some bad old men and some very old women here, young people like you."

When he said this, he pursed his lips and shook his head, the implication was very clear.

"Walking around at random is like getting to know the city of Tokyo."

"Ha ha ha ha."

After hearing what Kuma said, Old Taro laughed like a broken bellows.

Because of laughing too much, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat and coughed several times before he recovered, making his face flushed, as if he was about to die.

"Then, to be able to understand this place is very deep."

"Let me think."

"Go straight along this road, cross this alley, then turn left, and walk a little further, there is a prostitution temple.

Maybe it will help you understand Tokyo a little bit.

Of course, for an elderly man like me, it is more meaningful to come from such old things. "

Is it prostitution?
Ju looked in the direction that Old Taro pointed.

I saw Koma's expression of wanting to pass.

The old taro shrank back again.

After a while.

He has an umbrella in his hand.

"No, the weather is not good this time, it probably looks like it's going to rain, I'll give you this umbrella, young man."

Looking at the umbrella that Old Taro handed over, Ju thought for a while.

Then he smiled and said, "Do you want to go and see together?"

Old Taro laughed again.

Then he stepped across the threshold with his whole body.

He seemed quite proud and said: "Then, let's go."

(End of this chapter)