Grandma Kobayashi quietly finished a bowl of chazuke and let out a long sigh.

"It's the taste of Showa." Grandma Kobayashi stroked the porcelain bowl, and her voice was like a whisper: "At that time, my husband and I had just come to Tokyo, and every day was very hard, and we didn't have time to eat, so we used the leftover tea or boiling water to make rice. ”

"Hmph~" Grandma Kobayashi snorted lightly with a smile, as if remembering an interesting story from her youth.

"I'll go back today."

Kitagawa Yuzi helped her stand up: "Grandma, eat less sweet things and drink less wine in the future." ”

"I know, don't you and that little ghost in the kitchen just don't want to sell it to me, I know it."

Kitagawa Tamako smiled embarrassedly.

"Be careful with that guy."

"Huh? Nani? ”

Grandma Kobayashi quietly pointed to the kitchen and whispered: "This kind of Asassi (gentle) man is the most flowery, and he has a thin appearance, which is most liked by the nearest little girl. Yuzi, you are so cute, you still find an honest, ordinary-looking man to marry. ”

"Huh?" Kitagawa Tamako's eighteen-year-old face was dyed red: "Grandma, no." ”

"Hmph (contempt)" Grandma Kobayashi shook her head in a posture of seeing through everything: "Let's go." ”

Yu Murakami walked out of the kitchen and just saw Grandma Kobayashi coming out of the store: "Grandma go slowly!" Welcome to your next visit! ”

Grandma Kobayashi ignored him and walked away.

Yu Murakami looked at Kitagawa Tamako suspiciously.

Kitagawa Yuzi tilted her head and thought for a while, and said with a playful smile: "Grandma doesn't like Sven's handsome boys very much. ”

"That's right." Murakami touched his chin thoughtfully: "People in the Showa era should like tough guy style." ”

"It's good that a book like this master is angry."

Yu Murakami shook his head: "No! Men should be heroic. ”

"Huh~? Does the master also want to be such a man? ”

"Of course, haven't you heard of it?" Murakami Yu raised his right hand high, and his index finger pointed to the sky: "Grandma once said: I am the man who walks the way of heaven and is in charge of everything." ”

Kitagawa Yuzi looked at him blankly: "Master, did your grandmother really say this?" ”

“...... Of course not. ”

"That is, the ..... Secondary 2 disease? ”

“……！” (The boy has a Kamen Rider dream in his heart.) ps: The author's personal favorite is 555 (shake hands))

"Hee-hee-hee." Kitagawa Tamako didn't know what the master said at all, but it didn't prevent her from feeling funny.

And since the master came back from leave yesterday, he felt that the whole person was much more cheerful.

Such a master.....

"Jingle ~~"

Kitagawa Tamako raised a warm smile: "Welcome, guest!" ”

After a while, two waiters and part-time high school students also arrived, and a pleasant day began.

At night, Miko Sanada really counted the money until her hands were soft, and her eyes were about to narrow into a slit.

"It's hard today, I'll go first."

"Master has worked hard, see you tomorrow."

Yu Murakami looked at the time, 7:56, half an hour before the time he and Yoshima Sato agreed, and it should be just right to take the train now.

Sitting on the train, even if you don't play with your phone and read a book, you won't be bored, Yu Murakami stares at the lights that have just come on outside the window, and his head is empty, letting his thoughts fly freely.

When I arrived at the platform, I saw Yoshima Sato sitting in a suitcase in the corner.

"Sato, what is this?" Yu Murakami asked, pointing to the suitcase.

Yoshima Sato stood up and pulled his suitcase: "Let's go to the izakaya first." ”

Yu Murakami noticed that his mood was not right and nodded: "Okay." ”

The two found an izakaya and ordered some appetizers and draft beer.

Yoshima Sato didn't speak, picked up the cup and drank it.

Yu Murakami: "Failed? ”

Yoshima Sato nodded: "Cheers." ”

Yu Murakami raised his glass, and the two glasses collided, and Yoshima Sato's strength was great, and the foam of the draft beer splashed on the table.

The two drank three glasses in a row, and Yoshima Sato said slowly: "Two auditions, all failed, and I will go back to Hokkaido tonight." ”

"Don't try it again?"

Yoshima Sato shook his head, and the two exchanged glasses again.

"Murakami, do you know why I didn't go to Aoki?"

When Yu Murakami met Yoshima Sato for the first time, it was on the day of ABC registration, and Yoshima Sato hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to go to a better Aoki training center.

I just don't know why I came to ABC later.

"Why?"

"Sick, my mother." Yoshima Sato raised his glass, but he didn't wait for Yuu Murakami to clink glasses and drank it.

"I worked on the assembly line, wearing thick overalls every day, repeating mechanical operations, and saving 800,000 yuan through hard work."

"When I was about to sign up for Aoki, I called from my hometown and said I was sick and needed money."

"What can I do?"

Yoshima Sato took another drink.

"I hesitated for a long time, left 300,000 yuan, and sent 500,000 yuan to my family."

"I put all my hopes on these two auditions, heh, that's my mother's money for medical treatment."

Had another drink.

Yoshima Sato's eyes were already a little misty.

"Murakami, I really envy you."

Yu Murakami was silent and sipped his draft beer.

"Handsome, talented, and liked by girls and teachers."

"I haven't been in contact with voice actors, but I easily succeeded in the audition."

"I'm late every day, read other books in class, huh~"

Yoshima Sato smiled self-deprecatingly and took another drink.

Yu Murakami didn't know what to say, so he subconsciously said, "Sato, drink slowly, you're drunk." ”

Yoshima Sato shook his head, blushing on his face: "Sometimes I think about it. ”

"Why?"

"Why?"

He was not hoarse, and his tone was low, as if he was whispering to himself.

"Why was I born ugly? No talent? Not liked? ”

"My family is still poor, do you know, Murakami, the bus in my hometown only comes once every 4 hours, and the magazines in the store are from last year, hehe."

"I ran to Tokyo with the intention of changing my fate."

"I was cheated on, I was disliked by my roommates, I was scolded for being fat, I was looking at me with strange eyes when I squeezed the tram, and no girl ever talked to me."

"Why? Why? ”

"I've never done anything bad, I've never bullied others, why should I be born worse than others?"

"Then why don't you just make me a bad person?"

......

"I hate you, Murakami, really, I hate the way you were born with everything, I hate that you don't look at me with disdain."

"Sometimes I want to kill you."

"I'm not kidding."

"I didn't say anything drunk."

"It's all true to me."

Yoshima Sato pointed to his heart.

Yu Murakami: "Sato ......"

"Don't comfort me." Yoshima Sato shook his head, staring at the wine glass silently: "My dream is shattered, I also want to go back to Hokkaido to grow potatoes, Murakami, please become a first-class voice actor." ”

"Let me see you in magazines, on TV."

"In the future, I can hear your voice in every season, see your name on the cast, and hear your broadcast in the middle of the night."

"Please."

"At the very least, you're going to finish my dream."

Yu Murakami took a sip of beer: "Okay." ”

Yoshima Sato stood up: "Come on!" Cheers! ”

"Cheers!"

"Bang~"

Yoshima Sato left at half past ten by train.

I returned my dream of voice actor to Tokyo, and in the future, I may only be able to spend my life in the countryside of Hokkaido with potatoes.

On the way back, Murakami leaned against the train window.

How many people in this great Tokyo are like Yoshima Sato?

There is no wealthy family and extraordinary talent, but they have to compete with children who are proud of the sky and grow up in a good educational environment.

Yu Murakami thought of his own system.

For two months, only the two skills of [Reading] and [Cooking] have reached the full level, and they live without fear every day, wantonly wasting the opportunities that others dream of.

He suddenly thought of a quote from the poet Kitajima in his previous life.

At that time we had dreams, about literature, about love, about traveling through the world. Now we drink late at night, and the glasses touch together, and it is the sound of broken dreams.

"Sato, leave your dreams to me, and..... Yu Murakami. ”