That evening, the tenth episode of "The Long Holiday" aired.

Nagaji Ohno was originally planning to ask a friend to go for a drink, there is a particularly cute girl, Nagaji Ohno has been in contact with her for nearly a month, and if nothing else, he can successfully get on the base tonight.

But I didn't expect the girl to go home at eight o'clock, saying that she wanted to go back to watch "Long Holiday".

Nagaharu Ohno was a little depressed, so he bought himself a big bag of beer and went home, turned on the TV, and watched while drinking.

Soon, the episode was over.

Nagaharu Ohno threw the empty beer can out as if venting and smashed it on the TV, making a crisp sound.

"It's boring...... ...... life"

Nagaharu Ohno suddenly popped out such a sentence, and after finishing speaking, he lay on the floor.

He fell asleep for a while with the strength of the wine, and after a while he woke up, and it was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he couldn't sleep at all, and he looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Nagaharu Ohno walked out of the room and wandered the streets of Tokyo, where there were still sporadic passers-by at this time, drunken and wandering the road.

"It needs to be reformed, it needs to be changed completely! It's not about attaching itself to a big country, but it's going out of your own way!"

Vaguely, Nagaharu Ohno heard a voice, so he turned his head to see a man in a gray suit standing on the street, passionately speaking towards the empty road.

Nagaharu Ohno walked over, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette plug and put it in his mouth, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand in the cigarette and smoke.

"Since '91, the economy has been going downhill, but this is just the beginning...... The economic environment will become more and more hostile...... Citizens...... It should be done...... Adequate ...... Prepare for battle......

The man who was giving the speech suddenly knotted his tongue, and his eyes looked at Nagaharu Ohno, who was standing aside, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The way out of Ben...... Not in the U.S....... We are in the eyes of Americans...... It's a domestic animal......

The man looked nervous, and Nagaharu Ohno looked at him strangely, didn't he speak well just now? Why can't you even say anything all of a sudden?

The man's face was a little red, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually looked like he couldn't even breathe.

Nagaharu Ohno walked over suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm ......" The man looked at the cigarette in Nagaharu Ohno's mouth, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

Nagaharu Ohno took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette from it, handed it to the other party, and helped the other party light a fire, and the two of them stood on the street and smoked. Between the two fires, a white mist converged in the night.

"I think you're pretty good, why don't you go on?"

"I...... There are too many people, and I get nervous."

"Crowded?" Nagaharu Ohno glanced back, he was the only one around, and suddenly goosebumps appeared, "What are you talking nonsense? Where else is there here? Isn't it just me?"

"One person is a lot for me." The man sighed, "When I speak, I'm so nervous that I can't speak."

"Master, what do you do?"

"Oh." The man took out his business card and handed it to Nagaharu Ohno, "I hope you will support me a lot and vote for me, I am a member of the Fair and Progressive Party, and I am running for parliament recently, and our party will definitely lead Yumoto to glory."

I haven't heard much of the party of the good pheasant...... Ohno Nagaji sneered, took the other party's business card, and almost didn't laugh out loud after looking at it.

I saw that the other party's business card had his name written in the center, and there were three big bold characters above the name: politician.

But he suddenly thought of someone, and he retracted his smile.

Didn't that guy call himself a writer when he was penniless?

"Speeches should be given during the day, and who will be there at night?" Nagaharu Ohno said as he stuffed his business card into his pocket.

"There were too many people, and I would be so nervous that I would say no

That's why I wanted to practice on the streets at night." The man said with a frown.

"Then how are you going to get votes like this? How can a person who is so nervous in front of the people that he can't even speak can trust your campaign promises?" Nagaharu Ohno smiled, "Can you be considered a politician like that?"

The man lowered his head in shame: "I know it's not a good idea, so I don't sleep every night and come out to practice, just hoping that one day I can say my political ideas naturally and fluently in front of everyone."

"What do you claim?"

"My claim is...... Let's say this ...... Pendulum...... Shake off...... ...... in the United States"

"Forget it." Ohno Nagaji waved his hand impatiently, "You are not suitable to be a politician at all, even if it is a ridiculous lie, you must be able to say it without changing your face, this is the basic quality of a politician, how can you be a politician like this."

"People don't need lies."

"The people don't need the truth." Ohno Nagaji sneered, "You don't have the talent to be a politician at all, and if you continue like this, it's just a waste of time." Now that the economy is not good, I advise you to find another way to find a suitable job to support yourself. My bookstore is near Ueno Park, called Ono Shoten, and you can come to my bookstore as an administrator until you get a full-time job. I don't know if you know one thing, librarian, it's a promising career."

Ohno took a puff of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, but he felt that this was not civilized, so he picked it up again and stuffed it into the drain.

Fortunately, the cigarette butt did not ignite the methane gas in the sewer, and Ono Nagaji stood up and was about to leave.

"I'm going to be a councilor! If you can't do it in one year, it's two years! If you can't do two years, you can do it in four years!" Looking at the back of Nagaharu Ohno, the man in the gray suit suddenly roared.

"If the people of Tokyo don't agree with my ideas, I'll go and run all over Kanto; If the people of Kanto don't agree with my claim, I'll run to Osaka; If the people of Osaka don't agree with my claim, I'll run all over Kansai!"

"I'm bankrupt because incompetent politicians made bad decisions, so I must become a politician to save this society!"

"My ideals will never die!"

Nagaharu Ohno covered his ears, and the man hissed and roared as hard as he could, but he only felt that the other party was noisy.

However, what the man said just now, he felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

It was already dark at the moment, and Ono Nagaji didn't bother to go home, so he went directly to Ono Bookstore, took out the key from his pocket, opened the roller shutter, turned on all the lights in the store, and sat at the counter bored.

A great sense of emptiness enveloped him.

He seemed to want to do something, but he didn't know what to do.

"My ideals will not die!"

The man's roar just now seemed to sound in Ohno Nagaji's ears again, he was stunned, looked at the bookshelf not far away, and suddenly saw a young figure sorting out books in front of the bookcase.

A conversation from a year ago came to his mind.

"Fujiwara-kun, how many publishing houses have you run now?"

"Three."

"Are you really going to ask from house to house?"

"Of course, there are so many publishing houses in Tokyo, and I'll go to every single one of them. If it doesn't work once, I'll go twice. If the publishing houses in Tokyo don't have a vision, I'll go all over the Kanto, and I've heard that there are good publishing houses in Gunma as well. If Kanto doesn't work either, I'll go to Kansai. Osaka's cultural industry should not be underestimated. If the whole book doesn't wait for me, I'll think about writing a second one, and then repeat the process again."

Excluding the social fear strange that I met on the street today, Nagaharu Ohno knows three people who were once extremely persistent in their dreams.

The first is Kei Fujiwara, but this guy is really talented, he has achieved his dream and has become a well-known writer and screenwriter.

The second is Aoi Kono, who originally followed her on a difficult path, but

It was this path that she chose by herself, she wanted to become an actor, and now she is also getting smoother and smoother on the road of an actor.

As for the third......

Ohno Nagaji slowly turned his head and looked at a mirror not far away, and what appeared in the mirror was himself with a decadent face.

I'm hurt by wine...... From today, quit drinking!

Ohno stood up with a sigh of relief, and then ran out of the bookstore like crazy, muttering something as he ran.

"My ideals don't die...... My ideals will not die......

He ran all the way home, plunged headlong into his room, and dragged a heavy, dusty wooden box from under the bed.

Nagaharu Ohno opens the wooden box, which contains his camera and countless films.

Nagaharu Ohno looked at the contents inside, and the scenes in his memory flashed in front of him like a marquee.

I think I was fascinated by the wonderful world on the big screen when I watched a movie for the first time.

I wanted to be touched by the plot in the cinema for the first time when I fell in love, and I cried loudly.

I want to think about the way I loved it when I got my first camera in my life.

When I wanted to shoot the first movie in my life, I braved the scorching sun just to shoot the picture I wanted.

I want to ......

Ohno Nagaji's eyes were hot, and a tear fell.

"Yes, my dreams won't die." Ohno Nagaji muttered, tears suddenly pouring out like a burst of the embankment.