I have had a special obsession with red brick walls since I was a child, especially the swaying and mottled tree shadows, which are sprinkled on the broken walls made of red bricks, with a crumbling barbed wire on the top of the wall. A little cat came out from somewhere, squatting under the corner of the wall, and meowing. The wind blew through the big poplar trees in the yard, and there were a few yellow leaves that fell on the red brick wall with the wind. I wanted to drink a bottle of wine, open my sleepy eyes and let my eyes spread from the wall to the sky. The sky was blue and deep, and I could not see the limit.
Tiexi Workers' Village is full of Red Mansions, and the three-story ridge-shaped ones can only remain in the depths of memory.
In fact, who doesn’t have a red brick wall deep in his heart?
Uncle Andre walked in front, staggering, his weather-beaten face covered with wrinkles, which were the folds blown by the north wind of Siberia . I don't even know if he will come here again in the future. Maybe he can only come here once in his life. He said that he just wanted to see the old Red Mansions, perhaps this was the red brick wall deep in his heart. He said he had an impression that there were many houses in his hometown of Far East . All the Red Buildings should be demolished, but there are not many left. These old buildings were designed by the Soviet elder brother back then, and the workers living in the buildings made contributions to the construction of the Republic. This place has become a tourist attraction, with the crowds rustling. As I walked, I told the uncle what kind of skewers were eaten here and what kind of skewers were roasting over there. I can only use skewers to define the current old Red Mansion, because this was once my skewers and beer paradise. No matter how wind and rain, my good buddies and I rushed here persistently. What's the point of getting drunk with him?
Grandpa San was with the uncle, and I followed him like a tour guide. Suddenly, I stretched out my hands from behind, covering my eyes with a faint fragrance. My heart was puzzled, what kind of shape is this? That wild boy dared to act wildly on my territory. I was about to take a break when I suddenly remembered the Arab story, avoiding the newly brewed wine and controlling it when I get angry. I suddenly heard a coquettish voice, あいしてる.
, why are you still a Japanese? I thought to myself, this is awkward, and the Russians are here, and it’s not like enemies don’t get together, what should I do? My hand loosened, and I turned my head and saw that it was really a Japanese girl with a familiar face.
The girl said, Chiki Ryona. Minako, such a familiar name. My mind was turbulent, and all the memories doubled in my head. I suddenly remembered, and I asked, are you Minako from Nara, Japan?
The girl lowered her head and said hushed. I said, this is really a coincidence. Why is it so coincidental? Mountains may not meet. People will meet one day, and those who are destined to meet will definitely meet. Miss Minako was also surprised. She didn't expect to meet me in Teshi and jumped up on the spot. Maybe my face, as a popular person, is so easy to recognize when it is scattered among the crowd, and there are always some characteristics imprinted in her heart.
Uncle Andrei and the third grandfather turned around and looked at me with confusion. I said, it is difficult to explain in one sentence or two. Grandpa San said, let’s invite Minako to go home and sit down. The most important thing now is to give Andre a good talk about Tiexi.
Uncle smiled and said, "I'm more interested in how you met Japanese people, but I don't have a good impression."
Minako also follows this group of Japanese tour groups to the next attraction. She turned around and told me that she lived in a hotel in Liaoning. I said, it's great, I'll treat you to Northeastern cuisine tonight.
There is a "Stories of Time" bar in front of it, which responds to the uncle's wishes. The uncle said, let’s go in and have a drink, just in time I want to hear your story.
sat down on the chair, and the third grandfather pointed at me and said, "You boy, you are not honest in Japan."
I greeted the waiter and came to three dozen Asahi Beer to recall the wonderful time in Japan.
I told my third grandfather, do you remember Nara?
Grandpa San said, I forgot during that time in Japan, how could I remember so detailed? Besides, Izakaya is really good.
After drinking a few glasses of beer, Uncle Andre kept asking, it seemed that this matter was more important than doing business and travel, and forced me to tell them the story of that year. This story has always been hidden in my heart, and I didn't tell my third grandfather. It seemed insignificant, but it still remembered it freshly. Many years later, it is still vivid in my mind.
Nara's freshness and translucence are not at all matched with me, a pauper. I went to Japan to work with my idea of living. To be honest, I am not afraid of wearing shoes barefoot. No matter how poor one is, you will think of change. The Japanese boss went to Dalian for an interview, and I rushed to Dalian with Liaodong Peninsula . My impression of Japanese boss has always been on anti-Japanese movie . A tug of beards, and as soon as you speak, it will be missy, or it will be fun. Before meeting the Japanese boss, I specially learned a few Japanese words, such as こ㓓にちは, and I learned the most friendly words in daily conversations. Unexpectedly, the Japanese boss of knows Chinese and English. He had a very happy chat that day and received a notice of joining the company in the evening. Of course, I only knew about these things after I arrived in Japan. It turns out that what the boss values me is my productivity.
I completely changed my view of Japanese bosses. It seems that people value more whether you can make money for him, and I value hatred. With hatred, I compiled software for the Japanese, and the Japanese gave me more than I unexpectedly paid. Although I have a lot of salary, I don’t know what my future is.
Nara has always been a warm existence deep in my heart, not just meeting Minako.
It was Saturday, and at noon I went to the countryside of Kansai . The people of Kansai are very hospitable. Their houses are all small two-story buildings, and the streets are very clean. Occasionally, I encounter taverns like the ones in the city, and I go around to relax. To be honest, it’s not because I’m tired, but because I miss homesick.
The scenery of the mountain village is very charming. I found a tavern to sit down and set up a shed outdoors. People were in groups of three or three, but I was a foreigner, sitting alone on the chair, looking at the distant mountains, streams and trees. The scenery was a bit like Changbai Mountain in the northeast. The waiter gave me a big glass of beer and a plate of side dishes, which I drank alone.
Suddenly, there was an old Japanese man next to him, walking down the chair. When I saw that I must have drunk too much, and I went to Japan. I thought again, it’s not right, it can’t be done at noon. I quickly got up, took two steps at a time, and ran to the old man. The old man dressed very well and fell to the ground, not like drinking too much. Someone gathered over, squatted down, and wanted to help him up. I immediately thought in my head whether this person had some kind of illness.
I shouted, don’t move, which scared the people next to me.
I didn't expect to use the medical first aid knowledge I learned in my early years. I squatted next to the old man. The Japanese old man clenched his teeth and held a bottle of medicine in his hand. When I saw that it was the medicine for coronary heart disease . I shouted, hurry to a nearby hotel and find the defibrillator . The Japanese language I was familiar with just now was still saying that a Japanese guy understood it and kept waving and running, and immediately took the defibrillator over. Someone had already reported an ambulance there. I unbuttoned the old man's shirt and turned on the electricity. After several combos, the old man miraculously responded. I sat nervously on the ground, as if I was fighting a tough battle. The Japanese over there kept bowing and thanking me, wiped the sweat from their heads, and we Chinese people did good deeds without leaving any name and quietly slipped away. Unexpectedly, when I was first aid, my backpack was gone. It doesn’t matter if I don’t have money, but I have my passport and ID.
I am not familiar with the place, but fortunately, I left a copy of the passport and just add one. I don't want to let the Japanese expose it here, I have to go back and edit software for my boss. He doesn't have a passport, so he is afraid of being caught by the police, so the Japanese police don't like to care about these other people's business!
I did a good thing for myself in Nara, and was so happy that I completely forgot that I lost everything.As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, although it can save the Japanese.
The next morning was Sunday. Before I woke up, I was woken up by a knock on the door. I thought to myself, it is said that Japanese people are polite, but they are nonsense.
Uncle heard a little strange and asked, "Do you really have first aid?" I have something wrong with you at that time. I have to beg you. Far East is even more like a rabbit that won't poop."
I said, please, please, I can save you anyway, listen to me to continue.
As soon as I opened the door, I was shocked. There were two gangsters standing with their eyebrows standing outside the door, with tattoos on their arms. One of them was a little older, and said in stiff Chinese, "My boss, I want to see you work."
We also have national integrity. No matter what boss you are or a Japanese boss, I will go to bed, what do you care about? I said I didn't know you, I wanted to sleep, and if I harass me again, I called the police. As I said that, I was going to close the door.
, but the short man stopped the door with his hands, and the tall man squeezed out a smile on his face and said, please, the boss wants to see you. I don't care about this, no matter what boss he is, I suddenly saw a short man stretching out his hands, and a black gun was exposed on his waist. What a good guy, that's a real guy. This is the first time I have seen a Japanese man holding a gun. I suddenly remembered, could this be the Japanese underworld? I have heard that there are people from the Jianghu here. Could it be that they are from the three-person group?
When I think of this, I don’t hesitate. I put on my clothes and think about the money I have borrowed from my friends recently. Could it be that old guy who went to Japan with me, this bastard has always owed me money and asked the underworld to kill me to silence me. Isn’t this the case in the movie?
didn't think much about it. There was a Japanese luxury sedan downstairs with a very short door. My figure still had to bend my waist to get in. These two Japanese gangsters, one in front and the other behind, seemed to be lying to me. I feel like I'm ready to die.
The car drove into the underground parking lot of a Japanese building, and classic scenes would happen in this kind of place. I didn't hesitate, nor was hesitation useful. Someone has led me to the elevator for a long time. The Japanese elevator is fast and quiet. The Japanese in the elevator don’t even say anything. Maybe I don’t understand if I say it. The accent here in Kansai is too heavy.
When I looked at the elevator door, I was shocked. Isn’t the old man I saved yesterday who greeted me?
is indeed him, but he was wearing a suit that day, followed by a group of Japanese small men in black suits, as if they were involved in something white. The old man hugged me, although he was very short, he obviously felt like he couldn't hold it. I was blindfolded, and a very kawaii girl came from behind the old man, especially like the heroine in the small movie. I kept my saliva secretly.
The girl said, my name is Minako, he is my father. Thank you for saving my father’s life yesterday. After saying that, he bowed deeply to me, and the group of black clothes also bowed to me in unison, shocked. This scene seems to have been seen there. I suddenly felt relieved. It was not that I owe someone money but that he owed me a favor. This thought was awesome.
I went into the reception room with my head held high and I had never seen it so luxurious before. Do you think I, a pauper, have seen the world, but we can't lose face. The boss brought me to the right position and said, "His name is Qianmu, to do some small business." When I saw that this was not a small business, I didn't compare to this.
Qianmu said, thank you for saving your life. After saying that, the tall man with tattoos picked up an travel bag from behind, and the zipper was opened, and I saw a lot of Japanese money. To be honest, I have never seen it in my life. Qianmu said, these are all a little bit of a word, thank you.
When I thought, this face was quite good, but should I charge this money? I can't accept it. Although I'm very poor, I'm not ok. He must be rejected, otherwise people will look down on us Chinese and think we are short of money.
I obviously didn't feel happy when Qianmu saw it, so I was not afraid. Anyway, I saved your life, but the Japanese are notoriously sour in their faces.Qianmu waved his hand again, and I thought to myself that I was going to tie me up, but I didn’t know that the little brother came in there.
The tall man said, I heard that your bag was lost, it was stolen by this black man. The bag was returned as it was. Look at it, there are a lot of things left, and the black man gave it to you for disposal. When I saw that there were a lot of passports in my bag and wallets, just a lot of things. I don't like black people, it's like charcoal.
I said, everything is there, it’s not easy for a man to let go.
Qianmu didn't think much. It was these little blacks who ruined our Japanese customs. It must have been brought by the United States again. It has been enslaved by us for so long, so we have to leave a mark for him. The Japanese don't say it, but they still hate Americans in their hearts. After saying that, he waved his hand and the short man understood. He didn't take action in front of us. After a while, this guy came out with his hands covering his hands, looking disgusting, and kept thanking him.
Minako saw that I was a little scheming and kept asking me for gifts. How could I accept this? Besides, people are poor and have ambitions. I was carrying my bag and leaving. Qianmu said, can I ask you to do some work for me? I beg you.
