I am a god in Tokyo

"This is not for free." He said to the bewildered homeless man, "You have to work for me to get this piece of bread."

"Work?"

The tramp repeated in a low voice, and this time he finally reached out and grabbed the bread.

Gobble up the bread.

The homeless man looked at the gray-haired man and asked seriously, "What kind of work can I do?"

The man asked about the homeless man.

Knowing that the other party's name is Omiya, he has lost his memory, and he doesn't even know why he is a homeless man in Tokyo.

Although the other party lacked memory, both the conversation and the knowledge base opened the eyes of the man. The two chatted very happily, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

The man also told about the bankruptcy of his factory,

Omiya also analyzed the reasons for the bankruptcy of the factory and how to avoid such a bankruptcy outcome.

The man bowed his head in thought, as if waking up from a dream.

"If I had met you ten years earlier, maybe it wouldn't be what it is now."

He sighed helplessly.

After this conversation, the man is quite clear that this man who forgot his name but can always show his knowledge reserve and self-cultivation at critical moments is the same as himself in the past.

A man who falls from a height and has no one to reach out.

"You want to find someone in Tokyo...why don't you go to the police station and ask the police for help?"

The man is very curious.

Omiya shook his head.

"I went to the police, but I couldn't give any information, whether it's name, appearance or age, I don't know... The police registered the information and never responded to me."

This is normal.

Want to find someone, but don't even know the characteristics, not even the police.

Omiya did not want to be taken in by the government,

I can only find my memory while wandering.

"You should get a job, vagrancy is not a long-term solution."

The gray-haired man looked at Omiya's clean hands.

"Your palms are clean, cleaner than the average tramp."

The man judged: "This shows that you value cleanliness very much, but there is no condition for you to keep the overall cleanliness. If you want to do a suitable job, you can't do it like this."

He looked around and touched his wallet.

With the thought of being taught a lesson by his son and daughter, he brought Omiya to the bathhouse and bought another set of the cheapest yukata.

After taking a bath, Omiya's temperament has changed.

Fair skin, ordinary appearance, but wise eyes, overall looks like a university professor.

Just by showing off like this, he is much higher than a tramp.

It made the man conclude that the other party was the same type of person as himself before he became a homeless man.

leave the bathhouse,

Both were refreshed.

"Mr. Silver."

Omiya was ashamed and moved, this was the second person he had met who treated him so well besides Daisuke Katayama.

Another food, another cleaning, and a set of clean clothes.

Let him walk on the street and look up like a normal person.

"Thank you very much, but what can I do to repay you?"

The man called 'Mr. Silver' also frowned.

From food to clothes, he has helped so far, and from a stranger's point of view, it is enough.

With Omiya's appearance, he can also work part-time to support himself.

Provided that--

A permanent residence is required.

Omiya is still a homeless man with no fixed place to live, and no one is willing to take him in.

Let him continue wandering?

Then everything I did was in vain.

I want to pull him, just like myself who was once pulled out of the abyss by my son.

"Come with me."

Baiyin led Omiya down the street and came to the downstairs of an old apartment in the port area. He raised his head carefully and took a look at the house. There were dim lights and swaying figures there.

At this time, the son should still be working.

At home, it should be the daughter.

He brought the strange man whom he met for the first time home, and there was a daughter at home. Standing downstairs, Bai Yin also hesitated.

"Mr. Silver."

Omiya seemed to know what he was thinking, and shook his head slightly: "You have helped me a lot, and I will find a way to return the money to you tonight. I am really sorry for causing you trouble."

He bowed to the kind Mr. Silver, very grateful.

He also asked Mr. Baiyin's house number, thinking of finding a chance to return the money he spent on himself tonight.

"When you work part-time, you will pay me back!"

Mr. Shirogane took off the sunglasses from his forehead, grabbed Omiya's arm, and forcibly pulled him back home.

Said to be a home, the room is quite small.

There are three people living in a house of less than [-] square meters, and the youngest daughter still uses a cloth to separate her bedroom.

When the two entered,

Sitting in the living room, the silver-haired girl bowed her head while doing her homework, raised her head as usual, and greeted her father.

"Why did you come back so late..."

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she saw the strange man behind her father.

Since the family went bankrupt, my father had no contact with his former friends, and never brought anyone back home.

"Guy."

Father Baiyin, who still wanted to fool the past, raised his hand to greet his daughter, and introduced him to Omiya.

"This is my daughter, Bai Yingui. I also have a son who is still working outside. His name is Baiyin Yuxing. You will see it later."

"dad!"

Bai Yingui got up, grabbed his father by the collar, and dragged him to the kitchen.

"What's going on, why did you suddenly bring a stranger back?"

Father Baiyin squinted.

"Just staying for one night, I made a new friend today!"

"new friend?"

Bai Yingui's eyes were ferocious, and under the ferocity of his daughter, the father hesitated to tell what happened tonight.

Upon learning that,

My father chatted happily with the homeless man, and even used the extra money to buy bread, go to the bathhouse, and buy bathrobes.

The girl pursed her lips, her eyes seemed to be on fire.

But the next moment, she glanced at Omiya who was at a loss in the living room,

The light went out, and he sighed softly.

"It's okay to keep him for one night, but what will happen in the future? How will you explain it to your brother?"

Father Baiyin: "I'm most worried about you, Yu Xing better discuss it with him... let him have a place to stay tonight, as for tomorrow's matter—"

He sighed low.

"Think about it tomorrow."

Not long after,

The tired blond young man pushed the door open and saw the strange man talking to his father in the living room.

He was a little dazed, then turned his head, and saw his sister was sulking with a cold face.

After learning about it from my sister,

Baiyin Yuxing scratched his hair, also distressed by his father's presumptuous claims.

But he was soft-hearted after all, and couldn't bear to drive this gentle-smiling uncle out.

When he knew that Uncle Omiya had a past similar to his father's, Baiyin Miyuki understood his father's approach.

"Only stay here for one night."

He pulled his father and whispered, "I will guard Gui tonight."

Father: "What should I do tomorrow, Yuxing, you have a better brain than me, what good way can I help you, Uncle Omiya?"

Teenager scratching his hair.

"Dad, we are all having a hard time ourselves, is there really a way to help others?"

Faced with his son's questioning, Father Baiyin's expression changed from calm to disappointed.

"unless--"

Baiyin Yuxing paused.

"The reason why he can't find a job is because he doesn't have a fixed place of residence... There is a small single-room warehouse downstairs in our apartment. Maybe we can ask the administrator to come over and let him temporarily settle down, find a job and then pay the rent."

While the father and son were whispering,

Bai Yingui bit the tip of his pen and continued to study in the corner of the living room.

Being trapped by a problem beyond the outline, the girl glanced in the direction of her brother, and because of her temper, she didn't want to ask her brother for advice, so she planned to stay up all night to solve this problem.

"Gluconeogenesis."

There was a gentle voice in my ear.

The girl almost jumped up in fright, only to realize that it was Uncle Omiya brought back by her father, and this man, as refined as a university professor, was looking at the topic she was struggling with.

The girl's resistance made Omiya a little ashamed.

He quickly explained the solution to this problem, smiled embarrassedly, and was about to walk away.

Bai Yingui scanned the question again and was enlightened.

Omiya's explanation actually analyzed this question in depth, far clearer and clearer than the explanation given by the teachers of Xiuzhiyuan.

That's all

It is enough to prove that the other party is not an ordinary tramp.

Bai Yingui picked up the book, walked up to Omiya nervously, and opened the book while the other party looked restless and flustered.

"Can you teach me this—"

The girl spoke seriously.

The house was lit like beans, accompanied by the young girl arguing with her elder brother and the father laughing loudly.

This is something Omiya has never felt before,

The warmth from 'home'.