Masayoshi Kishimoto appeared at Miki Bookstore with something. He met Makoto Natsui, who was about to close. As soon as he reached out, he handed the MP3 to her in two paper bags with the pastry box.

Natsui Makoto could smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body, and knew that he should have drunk a lot of wine tonight. As she took the things, she knowingly asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Drink. Just after accompanying the company's customers, I came to you now. Kishimoto said bluntly.

Natsui Makoto looked at him as if he was about to fall, and he didn't worry about him alone. This is Ueno, and there are not only a lot of people, but also a lot of cars. What if something happens? Even if you have a hangover and fall asleep on the side of the street, it's not good.

"You go and wait for me on the bench outside. I changed my clothes and came out. Natsui Makoto handed back what she had taken and said.

Masayoshi Kishimoto responded with a "good" word, turned around and walked towards the door of the store. He was already drunk, and he looked a little staggering when he walked.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked out of the door of Miki Bookstore and found an empty bench not far away. As soon as he put down the contents of his hand, he turned and sat down, leaning his back against the back of his chair.

People who have drunk too much often instinctively want to sleep as soon as they sit down again, and he is no exception. He tried to keep his eyes from closing, but he couldn't help but fight his eyelids, out of his control.

Makoto Natsui changed out of his work clothes at Miki Bookstore, put on his civilian clothes again, and walked in front of Kishimoto, he could already hear his snoring.

She couldn't leave him alone here. Although he and Kishimoto know each other, I don't know where he lives.

Natsui Makoto couldn't sit next to him all the time, so he called a colleague who had just gotten off work at the bookstore to help. She flagged down a taxi on the side of the road, then grabbed her things and helped him into the back seat.

A drunk and asleep person is like a puddle of mud. The weight of Masayoshi Kishimoto is more than 100 pounds, which really makes the two girls who support him work hard.

After thanking the colleague who helped, Natsui Makoto sat on the passenger seat of the taxi and headed towards the place he rented.

It's not too late to be half past nine in the evening, and it's just the time when the nightlife has just begun. The men and women who went to the nightclub went out dressed up in style and glamorous.

Office workers also began to get off work one after another, either to drink and decompress in twos and threes, or to walk to the subway and bus station with their tired bodies home.

The taxi driver followed Natsui's instructions and parked the car under the building where he was renting. The building she rented was neither an elevator apartment nor a multi-storey building, but an early wooden house with two floors and a row of residents, which RB called a squatter house. According to the Chinese, collective dormitories.

In addition to the relatively cheap rent, this kind of house is generally located in the corner and in a relatively remote place. The soundproofing of the house is also not very good. The movement next door is a little louder, and you can hear it clearly.

Makoto Natsui lives on the second floor, and she can't get Masayoshi Kishimoto up alone. She had to ask the driver's uncle for help, and together they got him into the tatami room where he lived.

Natsui Makoto paid the fare, thanked the driver's uncle again and again for his help, and finally returned home with his things. As soon as she closed the door and looked at Masayoshi Kishimoto lying flat on the tatami mat, a thought suddenly popped into her head, why did she get him home?

Natsui Makoto shook her head when she thought of this. She thought about it again, and got it all back. Is it possible to get him out again?

It's the first time I've grown so big and I've been alone with a man like this. She came to Kishimoto's side and took off his shoes with her own hands.

Natsui Makoto was worried that he would catch a cold if he lay down like this, so he found the quilt he had covered at night and covered him with it. His own pillow was placed under his head.

She walked to the side and knelt down to rest, then put the things next to her on the small wooden round table, and then took out the contents of the paper bag one by one and looked at them.

Natsui Makoto, not to mention that I've never seen MP3, I haven't even heard of the existence of such a thing in this world.

She opened the cardboard box on the outside, and then took out the contents and put it in front of her eyes to look at it again and again, but she had no idea what it was used for.

So, Natsui Makoto put the MP3 aside and didn't bother with it. She took out the sixteen-compartment wooden box containing the small pastries from another paper bag and placed them on the small round table.

I opened it like a drawer, and the delicate snacks were placed one by one in the small cubicles.

She pointed to the small grid with her right index finger and counted one, two, three...... Sixteen. The snacks in each small compartment are not the same.

Natsui Makoto didn't eat them directly, but looked at them stupidly. For her at the moment, this is also a kind of enjoyment, after all, she looks so high-end that she is reluctant to eat.

She picked up the paper bag with it and looked at it with the two Chinese characters for "joy" printed on it. In an instant, she felt that the paper bag in her hand had become more advanced.

After Natsui Makoto had seen enough, she put it down and looked sideways at Masayoshi Kishimoto, who was asleep on the tatami mat. In her mind, she began to weigh and compare.

They are all people who are not from Tokyo and have come to Beijing from other places. He works in a bookstore, and he works in a small company.

I am not a regular employee, nor am I a dispatch employee, but I work as a temporary worker and get an hourly wage. As for him, I don't know if he's a regular member or not.

Yes, preferably. No, it doesn't matter. For her, life is probably like this. After a long time, it becomes numb.

Natsui Makoto just wants to find her own little happiness, and she can be satisfied. As for the material things, she didn't have too many luxuries.

When my colleagues go to social activities, they just want to find a better man, especially a man who can financially afford to support his wife, children and family.

Makoto Natsui just wants to find a man who likes him and he likes him. As for the annual income, it becomes less important.

She's been in Tokyo for almost a year. The most intuitive feeling that the people of Tokyo give her is indifference. They will show indifference to things that are not their own.

This is probably also because living in an international metropolis and the pressure of survival is high, so that ordinary people living here are not only in a hurry, but also often feel physically and mentally exhausted, so they do not have more energy and time to pay too much attention to other things.