Not a minute after coming out of Kuno Hospital, Takuya Aramura, who was standing at the door, received a call from Rino Tanaka.

"Hello?"

"Takuya, where have you been? We got up and knocked on your door and there was no response! ”

"There's something wrong with what you said, where am I going to have to make a report to you?"

"Takuya!"

"Fujiwara-san helped me get a new job, and I went out to print the audition script, and now I'm near Dr. Kuno."

"Well... So when are you coming back? ”

"This kind of thing, I can't say for sure."

"Can't tell?"

"Well, maybe I'll go back soon, maybe I'll have to wait until the evening."

After saying that, Takushi Aramura hung up the phone, too lazy to talk nonsense to this person who had enough sleep.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he glanced back at the hospital, the doctors and patients coming and going, a miserable white, making people feel lifeless when they looked at it.

What will happen to Daiyu Takagi and his mother? He didn't know, and he didn't have time to take care of it, because his illness had reached this point, and no matter how much he said, it was just a castle in the air, and there was no point in it.

Some people may think that he is cold-blooded, cold, and has no empathy, but no one will know that he has seen countless such families in his previous life, and the more this kind of thing happens, the more numb he becomes, and the empathy is naturally consumed almost nothing.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human common sense, no one can avoid it, even he himself is ready to meet death at any time, and he will only be more calm about the death of others.

Shaking off these chaotic thoughts, Takuya Aramura paced to a small printing shop nearby.

The yellowed signboard and old décor all tell the story of the store's long history.

Walking into the store, an old man in his fifties and sixties, unshaven and somewhat unkemptly dressed, lazily lying on a chaise longue, gently rocking the chair with his eyes closed.

He didn't open his eyes when he heard the movement, but just asked, "What's the need?" ”

Takuya Aramura: "? ”

Isn't this a print shop? What can I do here but print documents? I'm afraid this old man has Alzheimer's disease, right? Have you forgotten what your store is about?

The old man seemed to know what Takushi was thinking, and he "cut" with some disdain, and put his dangling feet on the ground, and the chair stopped shaking.

"Don't underestimate this shop, you kid, it's not just about printing documents!"

Takuya Aramura thinks that this old man is very likely to have come from Osaka, and this character does not look like an authentic Kyoto person at all.

But he didn't have any urgent business now, and it didn't matter if he had anything to do with this strange old man, so he asked, "What do you say?" ”

The old man got up from his chair, walked over to the somewhat old Toshiba printer next to him, and reached out to wipe a handful of dust from it.

"Since you sincerely ask a question, then I will tell you that our store not only has a printing business, but also can fax and download mobile phone songs and bound texts..."

Takuya Aramura suddenly felt that this old man had wasted a precious minute of his life...

Isn't this also within the scope of the print shop's business, after all, it's no different from other ordinary print shops, right?

"How? Let me tell you, my shop was the most extensive print shop in Kyoto in the 90s! ”

"And..."The old man looked smug and patted the printer, "Look at my printer again, the price back then could be enough for an ordinary family of three for a year!" ”

Takuya Aramura also understands that this old man is still alive in the 90s, which is the same reason that Kyoto people have been reminiscing about the glory of the Heian period.

At this moment, he was sure that this old man was indeed an authentic Kyoto person.

The old man saw that he had been silent all along, and felt a little bored, so he pursed his lips and asked, "Hey, boy, after all that, what do you need?" Hurry up, don't waste my time. ”

This is said so that Aramura Takushi can't help but look sideways.

What do you mean by "don't waste your time"? You've been alone all the time, talking about what you have and what you don't have, right? I haven't said you're wasting my time, but you're the wicked one who sued first.

But he didn't bother to bother with this weird-tempered old man, so he took out his phone from his pants pocket and opened it and handed it to him, "Print the document, the document is in the mailbox." ”

The old man took the phone and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows, ""Traveling to a Different World with a Smartphone"? This is the script of the anime lines, right? Are you a voice actor? ”

"You too?" Takuya Aramura's eyes suddenly became vigilant.

"I'm not!" The old man waved his hand, "It's just that my grandson likes to watch these paper man animations very much, and his desk is full of plastic figures, saying what is this called a figure, a tens of thousands of yen, what a loser!" ”

Aramura Takuya thinks it's nothing.,There are a lot of people in the voice actor industry who love to collect figures.,Don't talk about others.,Just say farming and yarn.,She has a whole wall of figures.,The price of the most expensive one even reached more than three million.,Equivalent to three months' salary.。

He also heard from Taneda Risa that a jewelry store in Japan had made a 15-kilogram Godzilla figure out of 24-karat pure gold, which was being displayed all over Japan, and the price was as high as 150 million yen, which was equivalent to his salary for at least ten years.

The old man sat in front of a desktop computer that looked a little old, pulled out a data cable, and was about to plug it into the charging port of the mobile phone, but after plugging it for a long time, he found that it couldn't be plugged in.

He raised his mobile phone and looked at it, and immediately spat out fragrant fragrance: "Baga! Why is it an iPhone again? If the charging port is so unsociable, it will be excluded! Doesn't Apple know this!? ”

Smacking his mouth, the old man threw the data cable on the table, stood up with the armrest of the chair, and walked towards the second floor, "I'm going to find Apple's data cable, it may take some time, you kid stay here and be honest with me, I have surveillance here!" ”

Looking at the back of the old man leaving, Takuya Aramura felt that his warning was completely superfluous, how could he be a man known as a "beautiful man in Nagano", a man who was a man who had a lot of women rushing to help him pay off even if he couldn't pay off the bank loan, how could he not be reduced to stealing in this small broken shop?

What's more, there is nothing to steal here, and the most valuable computers and printers can't be moved by themselves, so this old man can't help but look down on people too much.

With this thought, Takuya Aramura set his eyes on the chair where the old man was lying just now, and the sleepiness in his mind instantly came to his mind for a while.

It's okay, let's catch up on sleep.

So, after about six or seven minutes, when the old man came down from the upstairs with the data cable, he found the skinny boy lying on his chair and falling asleep.

The old man was silent for a moment, connected the data cable to the computer, and complained: "This kid is too arrogant, he actually sleeps on my special chair without authorization... So where do I sleep? ”

At this moment, two taxis stopped in front of the store, and four pretty-looking girls got out of the car and walked into the store.

"Aramura-kun must be here! There is only one print shop near Kuno Hospital! ”

"Takuya is too much! Actually left four of us girls in the hotel! Aren't you afraid that we will be in danger!? ”

"Tsk, that guy in the deserted village is a crumb of crumbs, I don't think it's strange to do this kind of thing at all!"

"Huh! I saw the deserted village-san! He sleeps in a chair! ”

Old man: "..."

Who is this kid... So many good-looking little girls came to him...

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