"Yes, after some time, I can get what I want. The key is to make people believe in you, not in your money, but in your beliefs. ”

"Take this plane, for example, the 80-ton metal, the elastic cushions, and the burgers you ate shouldn't be flying in the sky at all. ”

"But what Newton said, what air flowed through the wings, what created updrafts, or whatever it was, was all nonsense. ”

"But there are 82 passengers here who are very confident that the plane will make a safe journey. ”

"What makes us fly in the sky?"

"Newton, or faith?"

As he spoke, he folded the tin foil that once wrapped the hamburger into the shape of a small paper airplane.

Qingshan was a little confused, and he actually felt that this woman's words were not unreasonable. When he was about to think about it......

"Qingshan, I see your fate, and you have to be extra careful every step of the way. ”

There was a thunderstorm outside, and Aoyama woke up in his seat. The atmosphere in the cabin was a little dim, and Aoyama calmed down, staring at the small tin foil plane in the trash can of the seat next to him.

Classical music reverberated in the room, yes...... It's Schubert's wild rose.

A man in a suit was making breakfast, a common outfit in this country, two sliced eggs and bacon, breakfast with his mother, the man's name was, Jiro Sato.

Jiro Sato is the second son in the family, so his father named him Jiro, because of national policies, the child's tuition and milk powder fees will be directly borne by the state, so generally everyone will have an older brother and sister. My brother's name is, Taro Sato.

My brother was working in other places for a long time, my father died of illness, and now breakfast with my mother is the daily routine of this family.

Turning around, the huge hand was still flipping the egg, combing the back of the hair, it was a man's face.

The square jawbone, the big eyes with gods, the high bridge of the nose, and a vertical scar above the center of the eyebrows, according to the mother, seems to have been bumped when she was young. If there's one word that just happens to describe this face, it's it, not angry, but mighty. This face is too powerful, which caused Sato to not make any friends when he grew up, and everyone said that his face was a little scary, some serious, and some flat, but Sato didn't care, because it was the same face as his father, a face of a man among men that only existed in the last era.

"Come, breakfast is ready. ”

Thirty-three-year-old Jiro Sato takes good care of his mother, spending most of his time with his mother except for work and recreation, which is very rare in this country.

Jiro Sato likes dogs, he thinks that dogs can become people's relatives, can be man's best friend, can be a part of people's life, a playmate, a dependent, the home is also full of dog peripherals and toys, among which Shiba Inu is the majority, but I don't know why, he has never had a dog. I don't usually smoke, but I don't object to others smoking, I don't drink well, and I don't drink at all in my daily life.

"When did you get that wound on your hand?"

"Hmm...... I don't know, it's almost healing. ”

"Maybe the weasel did it. ”

"No, if it's a scythe, I'll notice it. ”

The Weasel, a legendary youkai made up of three siblings, the eldest brother will trip people, the second brother will cut people, and the third sister will apply medicine to the wounds. After that, the three siblings fled the scene at a very fast speed, looking like a weasel, and they were extremely fast monsters that made people unknowingly hurt.

"This on the door of the brain, maybe they did it. ”

Sato's mother trembled slightly, "Hehehe, maybe that's the case." ”

Sato, who graduated from economics at the University of Tokyo, has a great job that makes him complacent.

"So, I'm going to work. ”

"Good all the way. ”

The bookstore on the corner is a place frequented by Jiro Sato, and he usually reads manga and other things, but his favorite is literature.

Before each work, he would stop here for ten minutes, and then reminisce about what he saw in those ten minutes on the train.

Today he was holding a copy of Natsume Soseki's [Cat].

"Boss, give me this. ”

It seems that today he has found a good book worth collecting.

The morning's work has passed in the blink of an eye, and it's time for lunch.

"Erlang, let's have lunch together once in a while, right?"

The one who talked to him was his only boss, a young man much younger than himself, who looked like he was in his early twenties, but the distance between the two was very short, and the title was also very intimate.

"Sorry, I have a book I want to read today. ”

Sato doesn't usually eat lunch with everyone, maybe he got used to it when he was a student, and some people always think that looking at his serious face will make the food unpalatable. Over time, Sato got used to eating alone. It's better for him to be able to savor the food slowly and carefully.

He found a bench in the shade of a tree, opened the rice balls he had prepared last night, and read the book as if it were the seasoning for the meal.

The afternoon work began, and Sato had been in the industry for almost ten years, so he was already familiar with it. There is hardly any pressure at work.

Tick tock, the needle of the watch just turns.

"It's five o'clock. ”

"Sato-senpai, do you want to have a drink with us today?"

Jiro Sato doesn't usually drink alcohol, but he occasionally goes to a liquor house with his colleagues after work, and even though he only drinks Coke, according to me, it's because he finds it hard to drink no matter how he drinks, and he can't experience the fun.

Maybe his life is hard enough.

The train after work was not crowded, and Sato bought groceries on the way home, when he was about to get home......

Stretch and bloom~ Pray for the moon~

Apply light makeup to the calm nosaka~

I don't know very much~ sigh ~

There is no way to know the traces of flower buds~

It's the sound of a girl singing, and Sato looks at it.

A young girl dressed in red and white dress stands under the torii gate, singing a ballad to invoke the gods and dancing with her hands.

Sato watched quietly from the side, and began to think that because the shrine next to his home was next to him, he joined the archery club when he was a student, and now he often comes here to play, and kyudo ...... That's a good thing, it can make people's spirit unified, their hearts calm, and their consciousness highly concentrated.

The girl's graceful dance ended, and she straightened her somewhat disheveled hair and looked in Sato's direction.

Slightly thick lips, slanted corners of the eyes, small nose, eyebrows with two maro, face bulging, if you have to say, this girl looks a bit like an Akita dog, but very cute. Her name is ......