Yukimura's shadow

He listened intently.The typhoon whizzed past his brave head.He is equally entitled to be invited, whether it is beside nature in a quiet siesta, or to such a crazy feast.Sweat soaked the inside of the raincoat, wet the back and chest, so he took off the raincoat and threw it aside.And so a barefoot young man in a white crew-neck shirt emerged heroically out of the stormy darkness.

——Yukio Mishima "Tide Sao"

Twelve o'clock, Tokyo.

Narrow and dirty alleys, small advertisements are pasted layer upon layer on the low walls, and the paper is so moldy that the original color cannot be seen.

It snowed just a few days ago, and it stopped for a day or two.The snow water turned into pools of puddles, shining brightly in the dim light.

There are several garbage cans at the entrance of the alley, the garbage piles are full, and there are many Christmas-related things, which were hung around like treasures two days ago to welcome the so-called festival.At this time, they were piled here without any hesitation, and no one cared about them.

The spreading snow water is mixed with garbage, and even in winter there is a faint smell of rancidity.

The young man walked out from the corner with his shoulders hunched, stepped into the puddle without any hesitation, splashed a splash of water, and sprinkled all of it on the rain boots.

He was wearing a raincoat, obviously it hadn't snowed, but there were still water stains on the raincoat, dripping into the puddles, and it was especially loud in the silent night.

There were noisy voices gradually approaching, two or three drunk punks were walking from a distance with a bottle in one hand, shoulder to shoulder, seeing the boy who was alone, he was overjoyed.

"Hey, boy, what grade are you in? Junior high school? Elementary school? You just finished cram school? Let me discuss something with you, how about lending some money to my brothers?"

The person walking on the side spoke first, reeking of alcohol, yelling loudly, not paying attention to the impact at all.

The boy on the opposite side couldn't help frowning. He was thin, but the baby face under the light was extremely handsome.

Maybe he drank too much, but the other person was serious and hurriedly reminded him, "Ah Cheng, it's already midnight, and the cram school should have ended long ago! Hiccup." Not a lot.

"Heh, junior high school student..." Hearing this, the young man raised the corners of his lips playfully.

"Could it be high school? You must have a lot of pocket money, right?" The man approached slowly with a bottle of wine in his hand, bouncing as he walked.He wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the person in the middle who hadn't spoken.

Although the man was tall, his body was morbidly thin. There were two heavy bags under the eyes on a face that was originally in good condition. His eyes were cloudy and lifeless. It looked like he had been hollowed out by wine.

"Hey...you look really good." The man clicked his tongue, and walked up to him in two or three steps, the twinkle in his eyes was extraordinarily wretched.

The boy was extremely upset when he saw the blond hair on his head that was dyed exactly the same as his own.As he slowly approached, the cicada-like sound in his ear became louder and louder...

The chirping of cicadas represents survival.

Heh, is this kind of person worthy of such a strong vitality...

He raised his chin slightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were hidden in the darkness, his voice was low and cold, like a three-foot ice cave.

"Go away."

As soon as the words fell, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed his chin, his eyes wandered greedily on his face, the tip of his tongue lightly moistened his chapped lips, with an impatient look on his face, when he spoke, there was a strong The smell of alcohol sprayed all over the boy's face, making him extremely disgusted.

"You still have a bad temper..." He chuckled, and before he could say any more flirty words, he felt a sudden lightness in his waist, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been pushed upside down into the trash can.

He was hanging on the trash can, and his upper body was pushed into it.Something sticky and greasy was pressed against his face tightly. Just as he was about to lose his temper, the force on his head increased and he was pressed even deeper. He could only let out a whimper.

The other two stood there stupidly, looking like they couldn't keep up with the rhythm.It seems that I haven't realized how things have become like this.

"It's noisy."

The cicada frowned impatiently, and the sound of the cicadas was endless.

He kicked the man's buttocks, and his crotch just touched the edge of the trash can. A heart-piercing cry stopped abruptly as soon as it came out. This kick must have stopped for a while.

"You kid—" The two of them looked angry, picked up the wine bottle and rushed over in a disorderly manner.

Cicada didn't panic at all, and casually took out her right hand in her trouser pocket, the combined sound of butterfly/butterfly/knife was almost inaudible in the other party's roar.

so noisy...

I want to end it all...

He sighed, and put the knife back before the opponent ran over. The two people on the opposite side didn't know it, but in a blink of an eye, the god of death brushed past them.

Cicada easily leaned over to avoid the wine bottle, and with a neat sweep of her legs, she cut down a few places without any mess.Everything happened in an instant, and there were two more unconscious guys beside the trash can.

Cicada looked uneasy and straightened out her clothes, and the raincoat threw out strings of water droplets because of his movements.

He clicked his tongue, tilted his head mechanically, then covered his ears and continued walking towards the depths of the alley, the dim yellow light stretched his shadow very long.

"I am back."

The dilapidated apartment, the dark corridors, and the rather terrifying atmosphere, it seems that something will emerge from the darkness in the next second.He kicked open the red door covered with small advertisements, and the man in the room turned around in response.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work."

"It's been so many years, and I still can't get rid of the bad habit of kicking the door." The man complained, and went up to close the door carefully.

Different from the dilapidated furnishings outside, although the interior decoration is not very elegant, it still has some strange taste.Cicada walked into the house slowly, took off his raincoat and hung it at the door, jumped onto the red sofa, and reached out to touch the heavy letters on the coffee table.

Plain envelopes were stuffed to the brim with wads of cash.

"Where's my clam?" After ordering, he threw the money back on the table, stretched his legs on the coffee table, and his long legs made up for his height disadvantage in proportion.

At the end of the work, he reminded Yanxi to buy some clams (clams) for him after he got the money.

The man named Yanxi closed the door and returned to the workbench.He was standing in front of the CD player changing discs, holding a stack of cases with a guy named Jack Crispin on the cover.

"Ah, I'm sorry. The seafood shop was closed when I went." Even though he said so, looking at his face, he didn't feel that this guy apologized at all.

"Are you complaining that I finished my work too late?" Cicada asked dissatisfied.

"I didn't mean that." Yanxi spread her hands innocently, such a small expression looked particularly cute on the uncle's face.

After the CD was replaced, the slow rocking music gradually rang in the room.

Yanxi turned around and went to the kitchen to get two glasses of water, and walked down with them.

"But when work is over, isn't that a custom?" In the past, Cicada would buy it by himself, but today it might be too late, so I asked him.

"Why, do you like clam miso soup so much?" He put the water glass in front of Cicada.

"It doesn't have to be miso soup, right?" Cicada glanced at him with a bit of disgust in her tone.

"Hey~" Yanxi sat down opposite him, shaking the water glass in his hand, his movements were elegant as if he was drinking a glass of fine wine.

He clicked his tongue twice and sighed amusedly, "Aside from making miso soup, are there other uses for clams?"

"How to deal with those guys is my own freedom, right? Don't meddle in other people's privacy!" Cicada picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, then put the glass back abruptly.

"Pfft, is clam miso soup considered private?" The uncle laughed out loud, put the water glass back on the table, and looked at Cicada as if coaxing a child.

"Stop rambling...you and I are just in a working relationship—" Cicada leaned her hands on the sofa, staring at Yanxi with an unkind expression, her deep voice rolling in her throat, like a bird that will show its claws at some point evil cat.

Yanxi was not afraid of his ferocious look at all, but felt a little inexplicably cute. He leaned forward and rubbed Chan's hair vigorously, and was waved away by him in disgust.

"How can you be so arrogant, boy? Huh? You have such a bad temper, did you fight with someone at night?"

"stop!"

"Heh... you can only kill but you can't make money." Yanxi squatted beside him, lowered his voice, took off his hat and pressed it on his head.This time the cicada was listening to him reluctantly, without any resistance.

"The most important thing is to negotiate and prepare." Yanxi said, his eyes gradually became clearer.He suddenly evoked a confident smile, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes.

"As the saying goes, you should be most careful at the moment before you exit the tunnel."

Originally, Cicada was listening carefully, and couldn't help but sneered when she heard this sentence, "Jack Crispin said it again?"

"Hey, you know a lot!" Yanxi woke up from his fantasy, and patted him a little triumphantly.

Cicada snorted disdainfully, and slapped his hand away, "Aren't you the same guy after all the talk?"

Yanxi ignored him, and reached out to take the poster on the coffee table with reverence.The poster is very old, and it can be seen that it is often flipped by people.

"Jack-Crispin, he has gone beyond the scope of music..." Yanxi held the poster with a dazed expression, and his tone became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had taken drugs.

"The moment the words came out of his mouth—"

Cicada picked out his ears impatiently, but the man seemed to have not noticed his movements, immersed in his own world, he wrinkled his face tightly, and clenched his fists hard, as if holding back a lot of force. Say this out—

"It's rock and roll! Like—"

"Ah, I'm tired of hearing these words!" Cicada jumped up from the sofa and fled the living room, "I'm tired! I'm going to bed!"

Yanxi glanced at his back with some regret. After being influenced by him for so many years, how could this guy still not understand Jack's charm.

Thinking about it, he still couldn't help but reminded me teasingly, "Don't forget to brush your teeth!"

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom, and then the cicada roared impatiently.

"Shut up! You're so wordy!"

small theater:

Yanxi: "How can you be so arrogant? Huh?"

Cicada (snorting proudly)

Ah Zha (eating melon seeds): "I rely on you to spoil him."

Cicada (glaring)

The author has something to say: Cicada is the younger brother, Nobuo is the older brother, and the facial features of the two are exactly the same.Brothers and brothers can hear special voices, but what exactly is it... hee hee hee

In fact, these are two different movie roles played by the same person (Ryosuke Yamada).

Station B has a clip that can match their story (I let the prototype of this brain hole in the comment area...)