After Natsuki finished her daily morning exercise, she went out again with her camera.
The supplement to "New Times" is almost ready, but his special feature on elderly people living alone in cities is still not completed.
In addition to being an old woman who lives alone, the last old woman is also a notoriously stubborn person. She has been clinging to the house left by her deceased wife in a bustling commercial street for several years.
Recently, no one bothered the old lady anymore, until Xia Shu came to interview her.
Thinking of the last time he came, Xia Shu secretly shook his head.
What a stubborn old man, he wouldn't even let him in, and he always kept a straight face, as if he regarded reporters as evil spirits.
If it really didn't work, he could only give up. He didn't have to interview this old man.
If there is one more and one less, the magazine will not say anything...
Natsuki quickly walked through the neighborhood and found a small piece of land surrounded by high-rise buildings.
A single-family Japanese-style wooden house,
Trees were also planted in the yard, creating a unique scenery along the commercial street under the sunlight.
"Creak!"
The wooden door of the house is open,
The old man has white hair and is wearing a brown sweater.
After opening the door and looking at the morning sun leaking through the cracks in the building, I turned around and locked the door. As usual, I took my bags to a nearby convenience store to make purchases.
There seems to be an indelible sadness on the face that has been eroded by time...
For a moment, Xia Shu didn't want to come forward and disturb her.
"Grandma..."
"Who is your grandma?!"
When the old man saw Xia Shu, he hurriedly walked away to avoid it.
"I have nothing to interview, don't come again!"
"Ordinary people shouldn't have any reaction to my dark aura, right?" Natsuki scratched his hair.
really,
Compared to interviews on social topics, he is more suitable to deal with monsters, space beings or urban legends.
After this special topic is over, I will never do this kind of thing again...
convenience store.
The old man carried a basket of things to the counter to check out. He seemed to think that it was not enough and wanted to buy something else.
"Grandma, you bought so much today?" the female cashier asked in surprise, "Are you going to entertain guests today?"
"No, I have always been alone..."
"You should buy the same amount as usual. How can one person eat all this?"
"No, I want to buy them all back."
The old woman responded with a smile, as if she was happy about something.
Completely different from when facing Natsuki, his personality is very easy-going...
"I hate dealing with other people."
Natsuki took a photo of the old woman's house and planned to go back to the magazine office first.
What may be a dangerous task in the eyes of others is actually the easiest for him...
He still wanted to go to Suna Mountain.
Collect some legendary materials and see if you can collect the Suna ghost.
And here in Tokyo...
Speaking of which,
After the last meal of pasta, he never saw Obik, who sold soba noodles at night.
Unlike other dangerous monsters,
Obik didn't pose any threat. On the contrary, the ramen he made was particularly delicious. He originally planned to have a meal once in a while...
Maybe we can go to Hikono Town to see the situation.
"Speaking of eating noodles, I'm a little hungry again."
Natsuki turned her attention to the ramen shop on the roadside of the park.
After Halloween, the temperature in Tokyo begins to gradually cool down, and it has already been winter recently, so a steaming bowl of ramen is alluring.
"Boss, two servings of ramen."
Natsuki entered the store and shouted,
After sitting down, I found a wooden sign with prices written on the wall. The cheapest bowl of noodles actually cost 800 yen.
Judging from the noodles ordered by customers in the store, it is just a bowl of clear soup noodles with a few slices of Naruto rolls.
In comparison, Obik is simply a conscience...
"Um?"
Natsuki was distressed to eat the ramen while it was still hot, and suddenly noticed the old woman passing by from the corner of her eye.
I brought a big bag of things, including fruits and ingredients.
There are also cookies and desserts...
By the park where people come and go,
The old woman put down her bag and sat by the grass altar, feeding the pigeons one by one as usual.
I also remembered that when my wife and I came here in the past, we would stare blankly in front of the pigeons and continue to feed them slowly until the pigeons were frightened away by the children.
As if abandoned by this world, full of loneliness and loneliness.
at last,
The old woman slowly left amid the sounds of children playing in the park, and stopped only when she reached a bridge.
The river flows like time passing by.
The old man recalled the past...
"Have you thought about it?"
A young couple by the bridge seemed to be waiting to see the old man jump into the river. After waiting for a long time, they couldn't help but urge,
"Hurry up!"
"We are very busy. Do you want to jump or not? Decide quickly..."
Natsuki's figure appeared at the bridge,
Seeing the old man frowning slightly, he walked towards the couple in a cold voice and said, "Is it fun to watch others jump into the river? Do you want to experience it yourself?"
"what?"
The man looked at Xia Shu who was wearing a cheap suit, pushed him and cursed,
"Uncle, who are you?"
"boom!"
Natsuki reached out and grabbed the man's arm firmly.
Then he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's collar, and pushed him to the guardrail of the bridge with one hand.
"Hey! Don't mess around!" Half of the man's body was exposed on the bridge. He turned to look at the river below and cried, "Uncle... No, brother! I was wrong! Let me go!"
Natsuki ignored the man and turned his eyes to the little girl-like woman next to him.
But the little girl didn't even look at her boyfriend, she just ran away and ran out of the bridge in a blink of an eye.
"This stinky woman!" The man couldn't believe it, and then he begged Xia Shu with a mournful face, "I can't swim, brother, I will die if I fall!"
"You can't use violence," the old woman reacted and shouted hurriedly, "It's okay with me."
"roll!"
Natsuki threw the man aside and adjusted his suit before turning to the old woman.
"To deal with such a person, a beating is most effective..."
"Huh?" The old woman recognized Xia Shu and sighed helplessly, "It's you again... didn't I say there was nothing to interview?"
"Interviewing is indeed not my specialty, so I have given up." Natsuki said calmly.
"Give up?" Grandma said in surprise, "But isn't interviewing your job? You can interview other people..."
"It's no longer necessary."
Natsuki shook her head.
"Grandma, please go back quickly. If you are not here, those beautiful memories of the past will no longer exist."
He knew the reason why the old woman refused to move,
Just to preserve the memory of the past.
It would be too cruel if the only thing you miss is gone.
He could understand this feeling.
…
Park Plaza.
Natsuki passed by with a backpack on her shoulders and raised her head to look at the big screen in the square.
"Regarding the recent World Motorcycle Championship held in Japan, Takumo Aoki added another championship trophy to his career. Below..."
The TV is reporting motorcycle racing news.
Not just Takumo Aoki,
Mayumi, who was wearing a leather jacket, mingled among the contestants and made a face at the camera.
The fate of these two people has really completely changed,
Originally, Mayumi was in the most pain at this time when Takumo was killed...
"Hello!"
A motorcycle stopped next to Natsuki. Mayumi took off her helmet and greeted Natsuki lively: "Are you alone again? Are you collecting materials here?"
"Yes," Natsuki came back to his senses and looked at Takumo who was with Mayumi, "Can I take a photo for you? In fact, I am also a motorcycle enthusiast..."
"Of course, no problem," Aoki Takumo took off his helmet and asked doubtfully, "Have we met before somewhere? It always looks familiar."
"This should be our first meeting. I am a freelance journalist."
Natsuki smiled,
After adjusting the camera to include the two people and the motorcycle, press the shutter button.
"Crack!"
The photo captured the smiles of the two people.
"OK, thank you."
"It's okay," Takumo Aoki made an OK gesture and put on his helmet again. "There is a private game next week. Do you want to go watch it?"
"I know, I will go when I have time."
Natsuki put away the camera.
He doesn't really like watching games anymore. It doesn't have that kind of excitement at all for him. He might as well make some money and collect more motorcycles.
"By the way," Mayumi turned around and invited when she left, "Takumo and I are going to hold a wedding in Tokyo next year. Then you, Dagu and the others will come together."