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Extra: Whether it's in Hokkaido or Tokyo, they're all trying to breathe for an ordinary life......

An unknown town in Hokkaido.

"Daddy! Is it finished? Did you draw Hanako-chan as well? ”

"Meow~!"

In the middle of the field, a boy of seven or eight years old held a fat orange cat with an unhappy face in both hands and held it above his head.

"It's done, it's done." Shunsuke Emori put away his paintbrush and waved to the boy with a smile.

"I'll take a look!"

The little boy dropped the orange cat and ran over in a panic.

"Wow, Daddy is amazing! Such a beautiful painting can sell for a lot of money! ”

"This painting is not for sale, it is specially painted for Sakutaro."

"But grandma's illness needs money very much, right? I don't want this picture. ”

Although he said so, his gaze never took off the painting, Hanako-chan stood on top of his head, his eyes defied everything, what a spirit.

"Matsuno Studio has agreed to let my father join the company, and he will get his salary soon, so he doesn't need to worry about money."

After all, he was an illustrator who had worked at the Haruba Society in Tokyo, and when he returned to a remote town in Hokkaido, many studios rushed to get him hired.

"After work, can't Dad always play with Sakutaro ......?" The boy looked a little sad for a moment, and then quickly regained his strength, "But Dad doesn't have to worry about me, I made a lot of friends in the town when Dad was working in Tokyo!" ”

"I'll always be with Sakutaro and grandma.,Work from home~"

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On a street in Shibuya-ku, Tokyo,

"The North Ward Post Office, I'm in trouble."

"Hey."

The taxi driver puffed out the cigarette in his hand and started the engine.

"I don't know where I sent the things from my family, so I sent them there."

"Lived in the North District before?"

"Hi...... There was really no money at the time. ”

"That's ......"

"But it's much better now, when I save enough money, I'll bring them all to live in Tokyo."

"That's ......"

The driver's uncle looked twice at the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat with a haggard face but radiant eyes through the rearview mirror, and echoed casually.

"Speaking of which, driving a taxi in Tokyo is quite profitable, and Mr. Driver has already taken all the family members over before me, right?"

"Me?"

Street railway crossing, tram passes, driver stops smoothly,

"I, I had no ambition when I was young, and if I missed someone, I may not be able to make a family in this life."

"Ah...... Sorry......"

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The night of the fireworks accident on the Sumida River.

The gray-haired woman stood alone on the balcony, watching the thin fireworks in the sky from afar,

"Old man, when you opened a fireworks shop at home, you used these few 'shabby' fireworks to trick me, right?"

"At that time, I liked to make bread and wanted to open a bakery, but you lied to me that I had a talent for making bread."

"The sour fried noodle bread, I covered my mouth and said it was delicious in order for you to taste it, but I didn't expect you to eat the whole bread in one go."

"A few days later, they told me that you wanted to return the favor, and in the middle of the night they took me to the woods outside the town to set off fireworks, which almost caused a fire."

"Fool,"

"Even if there are no fireworks, just with the momentum of eating that chow noodle bread, as long as you open your mouth, I will definitely agree......"