1985 year.

Yesterday I was teased by the autumn tiger, today it is cold and rainy, and the weather in Tokyo is more unpredictable than expected.

Get off at Shinjuku Station and go through the underpass. Walking out of the station, Shinichi Iwahashi held up his umbrella and melted into the sea of umbrellas on the street like raindrops falling into the water.

It's been almost three months since he lived in Tokyo, and he still hasn't been able to adjust to everything this sprawling city has to offer. It was probably the rustic breath rooted in his bones that made him unable to immediately integrate into the prosperity of the big city.

In his previous life, he spent most of his time in a small town in the south. The silence and seclusion of the small place gave him a sense of security, but it also made him inert, and he never thought of leaving until he was reborn.

Maybe in a few years, he will change his mind and leave his hometown to see the world outside.

It's a pity that he hasn't had time to give this sentence "maybe" a chance to be confirmed. Life ended prematurely, and when I opened my eyes again, I arrived in this strange country and was forced to be an eastward drifter.

Shinichi Iwahashi, born on June 1, Showa 41 (1966), graduated from high school at the age of 18 and went to Beijing from his hometown of Shizuoka City, like many young people who see Tokyo as a stage to realize their dreams.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to give this "expectation" a chance to perform. Life ended even more prematurely, replaced by his soul, which came from more than thirty years later.

The signal lights turned from red to green, and Shinichi Iwahashi followed the crowd across the zebra crossing.

The days are getting shorter, and the night has fallen. The streets are lit up with colorful neon lights, and the various billboards reflect each other, making people's eyes hurt.

He made his way through the streets surrounded by gaudy neon signs, carefully avoiding the standing water beneath his feet until he turned into a narrow road between the buildings that could only be entered and exited by a single person, and burrowed into the alleyway at the back of the building.

Under the quiet street lamp, the rain is like a swarm of silver flying insects dancing in the mist.

In the dimly lit alley, near the garbage can, two or three wild cats were foraging, feeling the breath of a man, raised their heads, glanced at him, and withdrew their gaze indifferently.

Climbing up to the second floor along the iron staircase welded to the outside of the building, Shin'ichi Iwahashi unscrewed the small door that led to the backstage.

The nightclub "Odyssey" has not yet reached its official opening hours, and the waiters are chatting in the corner of the hall, only the colorful light from the colorful lights on the roof of the hall flows silently in the hall.

Shinichi Iwahashi changed into his uniform, tied his bow tie, and walked into the hall, blending into the bored crows in the corner.

When the business hours were approaching, the escort lady came in from the gate one after another.

The market has been good for a while, and a little cold rain has not extinguished their work momentum. When they walked to the backstage preparation room, they chattered a lot about the weather, but none of them would take their shifts.

In this interscency, the backing band has taken to the side stage. When the time comes, the show starts on time, regardless of whether there are guests or not.

The first lady to return to the hall from the preparation room saw him and shouted, "Iwahashi!"

"What?"

Blues was playing in the hall, and she pointed to the backing band on stage, "Let's do a puppet dance together." She spoke in a slurred tone because she was chewing gum in her mouth.

"Okay. Shin'ichi Iwahashi walked over to her.

As soon as the distance is closer, the sweet perfume smell enters the nose.

When the warm-up is warmed up, the bored escort lady dances to the music to pass the time, and sometimes pulls the waiter as a dance partner. Among the waitresses in the shop, Shinichi Iwahashi danced the best.

At this point, he became a sought-after commodity.

In his previous life, he participated in a dance club in college, but he didn't expect that one day, the fun of his student days would come in handy in a nightclub in a foreign country. Life is wonderful.

He was still very young in his previous life, an age young enough to use "my life" as the opening sentence to recall his previous life, and he still felt that he was not worthy of such a solemn word.

In a short life, he lived an ordinary life and lived an ordinary life. Now the identity change is not much better. Open your eyes and live again, there is no road paved in front of you, and there is no life that creates miracles.

But even so. After the end of life, it is already a miracle to be able to get a chance to start again, even if it is ordinary. He felt quite content.

Live well, and good things will happen.

It was Friday night, and the number of companies that have recently implemented the two-day holiday system has increased, and Friday's performance has been bullish. A little cold rain could not extinguish the enthusiasm of the wine lady to work, and it did not affect the customers who came to the store to have fun.

A few office workers came in together, the band changed to a new tune, the female singer sang on stage, and the waiter and the escort lady also returned to everyone. This situation is like the short-term contract between Cinderella and the pumpkin carriage. When the time comes, that's it.

The barmaids in the store almost never maintain a good relationship with the waiter, and they all know where the waiter's ceiling is.

After nine o'clock, three waves of customers poured in one after another, and business was booming. Shinichi Iwahashi shuttles through the store, delivering towels and menus to customers' tables, replacing faded whiskey and full ashtrays.

At this time, the accompaniment band played the song that he had danced with the barmaid at the beginning of the day.

Like a wild cat that sensed the breath of a human while foraging for food, Shinichi Iwahashi raised his head, glanced at the pairs of figures dangling on the dance floor, and withdrew his gaze indifferently.

The hall was filled with smoke, and the lights fell and turned on, flowing silently.

He has lived in Tokyo for almost three months, and Shinichi Iwahashi has been working in a nightclub for almost three months.

In his last life, he worked as a storekeeper in a bookstore, worked a summer job at a barbecue stall, and wore a doll hood to distribute leaflets on the street, surrounded by crazy children.

Until he was officially inaugurated, he had done a lot of decent and undignified work.

However, this is the first time I have been engaged in a night-related job.

That said, although it was his first time working in a nightclub, he did very well. The work within the division is neat, the relationship with colleagues is maintained, and the evaluation of the manager is also good, and it is still the NO1 dance in the heart of the wine lady.

It was really smooth sailing.

If it goes on like this, maybe one day I will be able to stand at the apex of the waiters in the store - the waiter foreman.

...... Just kidding.

A song ends, and a song begins again.

This night was no different than every night before it, and if there was no better job, there would probably be many more nights like this.

is in this bright night world, but none of the thousands of colors in this night world have anything to do with him.

He looked around the noisy venue, put away for a moment, what could be called a confusion about the future, and walked towards the new table of guests. As soon as the towel was served, the other side greeted him with a smile, "Good evening, Iwahashi." ”

Iwahashi Shinichi raised his head, "Takeuchi-san." ”