I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

"Ah, this"

Matsuoka Daigo was a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse. For an adult who was nearly thirty years old to accept a treat from a student who was less than twenty years old and had not yet entered society, it was really outrageous and a bit contrary to Tiangang.

But he was really hungry, his face turned red, he didn't dare to look at Dong Yeyu, hesitating: "How is this good? This..."

Oda Saburo was cooking noodles in the kitchen, glanced at Matsuoka Daigo, shook his head and advised: "Matsuoka-kun, you are in your thirties, you are not as transparent as Higashino-kun, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student, eating this Can you eat enough? When someone is in trouble, you should accept it with gratitude."

In fact, speaking of it, I am almost forty years old in my two lifetimes, even though I spent most of my time in school.

Dong Yeyu thought in his mind and waved his hand as if he didn't care. It's just a bowl of soba noodles, which is less than a thousand yen.

Think of it as a banquet for your wandering self, and let the goodwill pass on.

"Just think of it as my reward for the song just now. It's a really good song. It sounds fresh and natural. Is it original? What's its name?" Higashino Yu opened the disposable chopsticks and scraped each other with two chopsticks. Burr asked.

Speaking of music, Matsuoka Daigo became much calmer and nodded: "Rebirth."

Rebirth? Dong Yeyu twitched the corner of his mouth and fell silent.

The name "Rebirth" is not suitable and unlucky. The number of players in Apex will be as many as the number of times the reborn horse will die.

So many righteous curses are like DDOS attacks, and the luck of the name Rebirth may also be damaged.

"Is this a bad name?" Matsuoka Daigo noticed Higashino Yu's expression and asked quickly.

"No." Dong Yeyu shook his head, "I just associate it with something else through this name. It's a good name, but I suggest you change it."

People who engage in art are usually very stubborn, and Matsuoka Daigo is the same. After hearing Higashino Yu's words, he pondered for two seconds and smiled politely.

"This name symbolizes my freedom from a life that can be seen to the end and finding something I truly love. It has a special meaning, so——"

"It's okay, I don't know much about music, I'm just talking casually, don't worry about it."

Dong Yeyu smiled and asked, "Isn't Mr. Matsuoka a local?"

Matsuoka Daigo shook his head: "My hometown is in Kamakura. I just lived in Tokyo for a few years and lived in Kita Ayase for several years. Thanks to Mr. Oda for taking care of me."

"I haven't seen Mr. Matsuoka much before."

"Because I was either practicing piano and writing songs at home, or teaching people to play guitar, and sometimes doing odd jobs, so I didn't come here often."

"Oh, that's it. Mr. Matsuoka is from Kamakura. It is said that there are many rumors of monsters there? It is called the capital of monsters. You will definitely encounter some strange things when you live there, right? But it's not far from Tokyo. Here It’s very convenient for work. ”

Dong Yeyu replied thoughtfully.

"I did hear a lot of rumors about monsters when I was a kid, and some of them seemed to be true, but most of them would be proven to be false in the end. I think they were probably used by the local government or some tourist attractions to attract tourists and deliberately put them there. As for the rumors coming out—”

Matsuoka Daigo showed a nostalgic look, and smiled bitterly after saying: "It doesn't matter that I work in Tokyo. I am just an unemployed vagrant who has been wandering around Tokyo for nearly ten years with unrealistic delusions. I don't even have a university. After reading it, I’m just a loser who has accomplished nothing so far.”

Humanity says that Luoyang is full of flowers, but it is not spring when I come. Most frustrated people have this feeling.

Only a few people have such open-mindedness and optimism as "Who knows that there is no spring beauty in three winters, but silver is thousands of miles high on the iceberg".

"I'm serious, I believe Mr. Matsuoka's talent will eventually be put to use."

Dong Yeyu comforted.

But in fact, people in Tokyo, whether they are engaged in music or idols, are very popular. If it were not for their incredible talent, most people would gradually drown in this city that never sleeps.

Matsuoka Daigo understood this truth after working in the industry for nearly ten years, but auspicious words are always nice to hear, and he smiled as if he was comforted.

"Here comes the noodles~ Oda's handmade soba noodles, eat them while they're hot!"

Oda Saburo held two small bamboo strips and put them in front of the two of them. Each contained a large ball of soba noodles, which was much larger than what you would find in an izakaya or soba shop outside.

The noodles have just been cooked and run through cold water. Now they look elastic and moist, making you quite appetizing.

As he said that, he brought two more things like teacups, filled with dark sauce.

This kind of cup is actually called a buckwheat pig mouth cup. When Japanese people eat buckwheat noodles, they like to put buckwheat juice in this quilt and eat it for dipping.

The color of buckwheat juice is lighter than that of soy sauce. As for the taste, it can be regarded as diluted soy sauce with dashi added, which is salty and fresh.

Finally, I took out a grinder and a rhizome of some kind of plant.

"'Wasabi'~, it's a bit spicy, use less." Oda Saburo said with a smile on his face.

It is said to be wasabi, but it is actually horseradish. A fresh stick only costs a few hundred yen and is worthless. The reason why it is called wasabi is just a joke between the regular customers and the boss.

After all, with the price of wasabi, a stick of fresh high-quality wasabi costs 20,000 to 30,000 yen. Very few customers in Mr. Oda’s small izakaya are willing to spend it.

Higashino Yu first ground some horseradish into a pig cup, handed the horseradish to Matsuoka Daigo, and then said: "I'm starting."

In fact, islanders used to eat more soba noodles during the Chinese New Year, but now, just like rice dumplings, people can enjoy it almost all year round.

And doesn’t today count as the Chinese New Year?

I picked up the soba noodles, dipped them in the sauce, and popped it into my mouth. I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. I have to say that noodles are a dish that can easily bring happiness to people.

After eating and drinking, Oda Saburo gave him two cups of free oolong tea, then wiped his sweat, sat on the general's bench, and looked at Matsuoka Daigo.

"Matsuoka-san, what are your future plans?"

"Are you planning to do that?"

Matsuoka Daigo glanced at the guitar placed aside and remained silent for a long time. The lights of the izakaya hit his face, and the shadows confused his expression.

"Actually, my sister just called yesterday and said that my grandma passed away and my father was sick from overwork and is still in the hospital. I came here to say goodbye to you. I have to go back to attend the funeral. I may not be here after I go back. I’m coming to Tokyo again, and I’m going to inherit my family’s small fish shop.”

His tone was filled with reluctance.

I guess there is still a fish shop that can be inherited? The smile on Dong Yeyu's face disappeared, and he returned the kindness to the hungry and poor to me.

But it is true that Tokyo has sent away another frustrated person. Dong Yeyu felt a little emotional in his heart, but couldn't empathize with him.

I am a relatively practical person who has dreams, but I don’t regard dreams as everything in life, so I can never understand these people who chase their dreams like moths to the flame.

In order to take a chance, I would rather waste half my life, throw away everything, just to fight for the one in a million chance.

Can’t we live and work well and pursue our dreams?

Of course, this is a bit too extreme. At least Matsuoka is really good at playing guitar, and he might be able to support himself as a wandering singer - in my layman's opinion.

Saburo Oda nodded: "It's a down-to-earth idea. Yes, I always feel that people must eat enough before they have the strength to pursue their dreams."

He said, picking up the teacup and clinking it with Matsuoka Daigo, "Have a nice trip. If you have time to visit Tokyo in the future, you can come and sit in the store."

Matsuoka Daigo smiled a little shyly and offered another cup of tea to Higashino Yu.

"If you two come to Kamakura in the future, please let me host you. My home is in a small town near Shichirigahama, and there are many places worth visiting."

"Definitely."

As he said that, he picked up the guitar and his face turned red: "Let me play and sing some more songs for you two!"

"Okay!" Saburo Oda smiled, and Higashino Yu applauded.

Matsuoka Daigo nodded solemnly, stood up, and played a few tunes between the strings with his light and nimble fingers. Then he showed a confident and intoxicated look and smiled: "After ten years of wasted time, street singer Matsuoka Daigo sings for you - —”

At this time, another customer came to the door. They were two office workers in suits. They smelled of alcohol and seemed to be here for a second fight.

After entering, I saw the situation inside the izakaya and was stunned for a second, not knowing whether I should come in or not.

It wasn't until Saburo Oda's hearty welcome came that the two of them walked in with a smile and prepared themselves. Without asking the reason, they ordered food and drinks, and pretended to be quiet and ready to listen.

Accompanied by the lyrical and refreshing sound of the piano, the man's slightly aged voice sounded.

"You taught me what life is, but I can never forget you."

"There is no substitute for a souvenir of love, and loneliness is no match for it."

Soon a solo song was sung acapella,

"Okay!" The four people present all applauded.

"Thank you for the hospitality. I'll take my leave."

After finishing singing, Matsuoka Daigo took his guitar and bowed to Higashino Yu and Oda Saburo, saying goodbye calmly.

"Mr. Matsuoka, have a nice trip."

After Matsuoka Daigo left, Higashino Yu ordered some more things, packed up and left the izakaya.

There were not many things to pack, just a small pot of sake, a bag of fried peanuts, and a plate of fried tofu to be offered to Chun Yuan as promised to Xiuji.

Although it was indeed Haruhara who rescued Sayuri just now, he still had to ask before he felt relieved.

When I came to the small shrine belonging to Chungen outside the apartment, it was already late at night. The street was deserted. The street lights each drew a circle of light under me, and other buildings were submerged in gradual shadows.

Just as he put down the fried tofu and before he could ask Chun Yuan, Dong Yeyu heard some noise in his ears. He turned around and saw that Yuzi was hiding behind a wall not far away, sticking out her little head.

"Miko?"

It's so late, why is this girl here?

Dong Yeyu was confused and walked over in a few steps and asked: "If you are not sleeping at home, what are you doing here? Do Grandpa Iori and Grandma Iori know?"

Yuzi stood by the wall at the corner of the street, leaning on a cane. Her thick and slightly curly brown-red hair was not tied up, just hanging loose, especially fluffy. There was a light blush on her fair face, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Pearls, eyes shining like stars.

Wearing a white nightgown, her fair and slender neck and delicate and lovely collarbones are exposed in the dim street lights, and below are the budding green undulations.

The nightgown only reaches the calf, and the white skin is a bit dazzling. The small ankles are exposed, and the toes like jade beads occasionally move cutely. A pair of wooden clogs that match Miko's delicate feet contain this amazing treasure.

Is it you, nose?

Nose: You haven’t released your restraints from just now. Please face reality.

Dongye Yu felt strange, it was just a pair of jade feet, who would like such things?

At the same time, it was even more strange why Miko had to run so far in wooden clogs - her body was not fully recovered yet, and she still couldn't get rid of her cane, and it would definitely be troublesome to walk in a pair of wooden clogs.

And she ran out after eleven o'clock. Although the straight-line distance from this place to the shrine may be only one kilometer, there are many stairs to go up and down.

She also had to cross a road and pass through the shrine's long approach in the Zhenshou Forest, and she was still wearing a thin nightgown.

Even within the jurisdiction of Chunyuan, this girl was really a bit bold. Although she was petite, she was a girl of fifteen years old. Wasn't she afraid of encountering a pervert?

Miko glanced at Higashino Yu, her eyes were as misty as the winter spring, her eyes were clear and ethereal, then she lowered her butterfly-like eyelashes and shook her head: "Grandpa and grandma don't know."

Higashino Yu frowned: "So you ran away secretly? Is there something wrong?"

After hearing this, Miko actually pondered for two seconds, then looked up and looked at Higashino Yu: "Higashino Nisan, please don't hurt Feiyi, okay."

"Feiyi?"

"The crow monster that Higashino Nisan talked about yesterday."

Higashino Yu was stunned for a second: "Isn't she called Sayuri?"

Miko shook her head: "Her name is Feiyi, Sayuri is a name given to her by others, she said she didn't like it."

"If it is a good monster, I certainly won't hurt it, but the current situation of Feiyi cannot be determined, and she has been targeted by the Ministry of Religion, Culture, and Science for stealing things."

Higashino Yu said here, pondered for two seconds, and remembered that Haruhara took action tonight, maybe it was related to Miko?

"Did Miko ask Haruhara to save Feiyi tonight?" Higashino Yu asked.

Upon hearing this, Miko's thin and petite body stiffened slightly, and she pursed her lips nervously. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded and added: "Haruhara said she is not a bad monster. Although stealing is indeed bad, the crime is not serious enough to kill her."

Haruhara has rarely interfered in the affairs of the mortal world. This sudden action is reasonable and unexpected.

But if it was Miko's request, it would be understandable.

Miko looked up and saw that Higashino Yu was frowning and thinking. She waited for a few seconds and saw that he didn't speak. She carefully leaned on her cane and took a few steps closer: "Is Higashino Nissan angry with Miko?"

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