In the evening, Akimi Oshima returned to her residence in Meguro Ward.

Kicking off her high heels, Akimi Oshima collapsed on the couch, her mouth wide open like a fish out of water.

After a while, she pulled out her numb arm, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

“…… I was shocked to hear of his death, and I still can't believe it...... His beautiful face had fallen asleep. I tried to wake him up over and over again, but he was still asleep......"

YOSHIKI'S SAD VOICE CAME FROM THE TV.

Akimi Oshima's body trembled violently, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

The "he" in YOSHIKI's mouth is HIDE, a guitarist who also belongs to the popular rock band X-japan.

Today is the day of HIDE's funeral.

HIDE DIED FIVE DAYS AGO, HE WAS FOUND DEAD IN THE BATHROOM OF HIS APARTMENT, WITH A TOWEL HANGING IN A LOOP ON THE INSIDE DOORKNOB, HANGING HIS HEAD AS IF HE WERE GOING TO SIT ON THE FLOOR...... When he was found, he still had a pulse, but after emergency rescue, he was still declared dead, and finally died at 8:52 on the same day at Tokyo Metropolitan Hiroo Hospital at the age of 33.

Akimi Oshima and HIDE are like siblings, and although several days have passed, she still can't accept the reality of HIDE's death.

"Smack!"

Akimi Oshima slammed the remote control on the ground, got up suddenly, and went into the kitchen to open the refrigerator, only to find that there was not a single can of beer inside.

"Ahhhh

Akimi Oshima grabbed her hair, yelled a few times, picked up her wallet and keys, and slammed the door.

……

Akimi Oshima came out of the supermarket with a bag of beer and was walking back when she suddenly heard a familiar melody.

Forever-Love, a song written by YOSHIKI for the theatrical version of "X-Men", is one of X's masterpieces.

Akimi Oshima subconsciously walked towards the source of the voice, and as she walked, her eyebrows gradually raised.

Forever-Love is a lyrical rock song that is understandable to be played on folk guitar, but it is the first time she has encountered such a bad play.

Listen to what this is playing! The grinding sound of changing positions is as jerky as sawing wood, and the strings are like striking iron...... That's it, not even the tone is in tune, this is a mistake that beginners don't make, right?

The more Akimi Oshima listened, the more angry she became, and she felt that this person was clearly insulting music!

She quickened her pace, and soon, the figure of the performer appeared in her field of vision.

It was a thin man, and judging by his messy hairstyle and dirty clothes, it was clear that he was a vagabond.

The homeless man sat by the flower bed with his guitar in his arms, and in front of him was a bucket of milk powder, into which coins were tossed from time to time with a clanging sound.

Playing so badly, and someone still rewarding it? Oshima Xiaomi felt incredible.

Especially those female high school students, what are they doing with that look?

When did the aesthetics of Tokyoites become so distorted?

Just when Akimi Oshima was puzzled, the wandering singer cut a note and then sang along with the music.

"I can no longer continue to walk alone, and now, the wind of the times is too strong...... note 1

Akimi Oshima's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and her whole person froze instantly.

This......

Akimi Oshima, a music writer, felt that she was running out of words and didn't know what words to use to describe the singing voice of this homeless man. If I had to say, this song is like an ice blade in the hands of a top sashimi master, pure and sharp, it cuts effortlessly into the skin, through the nerves, and straight into the soul......

……

At the end of the song, Akimi Oshima came back to her senses and strode towards the homeless.

"You-"

As soon as Xiaomei Oshima opened her mouth, the homeless man's face suddenly changed, his body suddenly jumped up, grabbed the milk powder can on the ground, and ran away.

Akimi Oshima was stunned by his reaction, and chased after him, shouting loudly while chasing: "Hey, don't run, wait......"

It's okay if she doesn't shout, but this shout, the other party runs faster.

……

On the night of May 7, 1998, there was an amazing scene on the streets of Tokyo's Meguro district, where a homeless man ran wildly on the sidewalk with a milk powder can in one hand and an acoustic guitar in the other.

Is this filming a TV series?

Passers-by instinctively ducked to the sides, curiously looking for the camera hidden in the shadows.

"Stop him, stop him for me!" Akimi Oshima shouted angrily, scolding in her heart - these bastards are social animals, can't you see that the old lady is almost exhausted, why don't you hurry up and help?!

Seeing that the distance was getting bigger and bigger, Akimi Oshima's footsteps slammed down, kicked off her high heels, grabbed a can of beer from the plastic bag, hesitated for a moment, changed into a handbag, put on a pitching pose, and smashed it hard at the homeless man.

The handbag hit the back of the homeless man's head, and the other man stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Akimi Oshima was very happy to see this, fortunately she didn't use beer, otherwise she would have died this time.

"You, huh, huh, you're running, you're ...... Are you still running?, is the old lady so scary?!"

Akimi Oshima saw the other party stop, thinking that she could finally talk well, who would have thought that the other party just glanced back, and then ran forward again.

It can be seen that the other party is obviously in a panic, and even threw away the guitar used to make a living, but the milk powder can was hugged tighter by him, and it jingled when he ran.

Seeing this, Akimi Oshima stopped chasing, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and screamed hoarsely: "Ahhhhh!!!h

……

Seeing that the homeless man was pressed to the ground by the passers-by who reacted, Xiaomei Oshima held her knees with her hands and gasped for a while, picked up the guitar thrown away by the homeless, and Shi Shiran stepped forward.

"Let one go, let one let ......"

A patrol officer ran through the crowd and asked, "What's going on?"

"I'm so sorry!"

Akimi Oshima bowed and said, "Actually, he is my friend, we just had a fight, and I can't catch up with him, so I ......"

Oshima Xiaomei lied, and after listening to it, the patrol officer learned about it from the people around him, and felt that it should be a misunderstanding, so he gave a stern warning and left.

"A big beauty, she actually fell in love with a bum......"

The patrol muttered as he walked, and the passers-by nodded their heads one after another, saying in their hearts that it was not only the flowers that wanted to be inserted in the cow dung, but the cow dung actually did not let the flowers be inserted in the cow dung, and there must be something wrong in this world.

Ignoring the strange eyes around her, Akimi Oshima half-crouched down and threatened with a smile on her face: "Honey, should we find a place to talk?"

……

In a food house on the side of the street.

Akimi Oshima said helplessly to the gobbling homeless man: "You eat slowly......"

Before she could finish her sentence, the homeless man suddenly beat his chest hard, rolled his eyes, and made a lotus sound in his mouth.

"Look, they all told you to eat slowly, but how long have you been hungry?"

Akimi Oshima said, holding down the homeless man's claws stretched out to Ice Coke, poured him a glass of warm water, and said, "Drink slowly, don't choke on ......"

"Hoo ......"

The homeless man finally relented and thanked, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. My name is Akimi Oshima, what's your name?"

"Lin Hai. ”

Rin-Kai？

Oshima Xiaomei felt that the other party's name was a little strange, but she didn't take it to heart, and asked again, "Why did you run away just now?"

"I ......" Lin Hai hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you were a policeman." ”

"Police, what did you do?" Akimi Oshima became vigilant.

Could it be that the other party is a fugitive?

"Actually...... I came here as a smuggler. ”

"Smuggling, smuggling?!"

Lin Hai was not surprised by her reaction at all, and silently added in his heart, I was not only smuggled here, but also smuggled in twenty years later.

……

Yes, he is a traverser.

Lin Hai, born in 1982, originally from Shanghai, studied in Japan after graduating from high school, studied vocal music at Tokyo University of Music, and became a singer under Ai Hui by chance.

There are many Chinese singers under Ai Hui, but most of them are from Taiwan, and Lin Hai, as a visitor from the mainland, has never received enough resources and attention, coupled with internal exclusion and crushing, he has always been in a tepid state.

In this way, for more than ten years, Lin Hai didn't release a few records, but he participated in a basket of variety shows, and finally mixed up a little look, and was sent to this world by a sudden traffic accident.

……

Crossing is not a bad thing, but it also depends on where you cross to.

It has been half a month since Lin Hai came to this world, and nothing has gone smoothly except for returning to his youth.

Even youth itself became a problem.

He is a cross-border but not a rebirth, has no legal identity, and has the face of a minor, which can be said to be difficult in this modern city.

Don't think that Japan's family registration system is very relaxed, it is relative to China, in fact, whether you are working, renting a house, or opening a bank account, you need a family registration certificate.

Lin Hai did not have a household registration certificate, so he had no way to work, so he had to sing along the street and beg for a living.

Even begging is not so smooth, and the people of Tokyo are notoriously cold, and few people will stop for a street singer, but it is the idle street gangsters and overly serious patrolmen who cause him a lot of trouble.

Especially the patrol police, when he saw Lin Hai's dress, he couldn't help but come up to check, which made him have to be vigilant at all times, and he couldn't sleep well at night.

There is no way, if he is really caught, there are only two outcomes waiting for him - either he will remain silent and finally be thrown into prison by the meritorious police on trumped-up charges, or he will admit to smuggling and finally be deported to China.

The latter sounds good, but the problem is that he has no legal status in China, and there is no way to explain his origin, with the intensity of interrogation in China...... The end result was either a psychiatric hospital or disposed of as a spy or a test subject.

Thinking about other people's traversers, Lin Hai felt that he was a cup.