In times like these, there is no direct train from Akita to Tokyo. As for the JR line and the like, it is estimated that it will take more than 10 years to get to Tokyo directly.

Therefore, from Akita in the northeast to Tokyo, you need to change several trains in between. Shirakawa Kaede and the others first took the train to the city, then boarded the train and transferred to Yamagata Fukushima, and then from Fukushima to Tokyo.

It's about five or six hundred kilometers, and it's only half a day in the afterlife. However, according to today's traffic conditions, it will take a day and a night.

After buying tickets, waiting for trains, and changing trains, they tossed around all day, and finally the next morning the two boarded a train to Tokyo at Fukushima Station.

"Ha~yaw~" Torotaro opened his mouth wide and stretched. "Kaede-chan, why is Tokyo so far away?"

"Because it's Tokyo," Shirakawa Kaede replied boredly, and the excitement at the beginning gradually faded after the continuous travel fatigue.

As the train moves south, the scenery outside the window becomes more distinct. The most striking difference is that the number of humble aluminum-skinned huts in Shirakawa's hometown has been significantly reduced, replaced by orange and yellow pyramidal cabins.

The iron-covered warehouses have gradually become motels and grocery stores.

The cities you encounter south from here are getting bigger and bigger, and even the number of pedestrians on the roads is noticeably increasing.

It's like the northeast, where it is sparsely populated for several miles, and some fields are even directly abandoned.

Coming all the way from the northeast, it is like returning to a civilized society.

Where have the people gone, just look at the big bags and small bags in the workshop.

Young people have been drawn to the city, and most of what remains in the countryside is now elderly.

Once, Kaede Shirakawa overheard the host on the radio discussing the changes in Tohoku, the most obvious being the loss of population.

At present, the population of the six prefectures in the northeast accounts for only 8 percent of the total population of RB, but the land area is close to 30% of the land area of Honshu.

For these reasons, the six prefectures, including Aomori, Akita, and Yamate, have become one of the most backward areas in RB.

This can't help but remind Shirakawa of the migrant workers in his hometown in the eighties and nineties in his previous life, when the spring came, the crowd migrated to the big city like ants.

It is only during the Chinese New Year that the fireworks in the hometown will be a little stronger, and then the young people will settle directly in the city, and the village will become more and more desolate.

How similar to the RB at the end of the 70s.

Because more and more people are coming to a metropolis like Tokyo from the countryside, the "East Drifter" family is gradually growing.

They play a role in all walks of life, and from time to time they look back at their hometown.

So with the deepening of the influence, for many RB people who lie in the world, the north has a deep attraction, it is a symbol of hometown, and the traditional influence is still there.

The most obvious of these is the theme creation of the entertainment industry around the phenomenon of East Drift.

Hiroshi Moriya's "I'm Crying" and Hiromi Ota's "Wavering Love" are all songs of Dongpiao, and these kinds of songs are also known as "Shangjing ballads".

Of course, the best of them is "Spring in the North", which was just popular last year, and Chimasao also became famous again with this song.

There are already people in the carriage who have spontaneously sung this song, perhaps because of feelings, the singing is not beautiful, but it is full of sincerity.

"Birch, blue sky, south wind,

The magnolia flowers of the north bloom

Ah, spring in the north..."

Halfway through the song, it had turned into a chorus of the entire carriage. Some people clenched their fists and sang loudly, while others burst into tears...

Shirakawa Kaede also gently echoed the beat, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no matter where he is, the saying that it is difficult to leave his homeland is also applicable. Hometown, this word is always full of melancholy.

However, for a nervous person like Torotaro, his hometown is his hometown, and there is no homesickness.

This guy loves to join in the fun, watching everyone sing together, obviously I haven't heard this song, but it's the loudest roar he has.

Bai Chuanfeng, who was sitting next to him, saw the green tendons on his neck burst out, and they were worried about whether his vocal cords were caught.

"Hey! Stop singing you idiots, don't you know that Uncle Ben is sleeping? ”

An abrupt roar interrupted everyone's singing, and everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to the owner of the voice.

I saw a yellow-haired figure in the back row stand up from his seat, and with him a few followers. The shapes are also mostly bizarre and unrestrained.

"What are the names of the ghosts, Uncle Ota's good dreams have been disturbed by you."

Huang Mao, who called himself Uncle Ota, did not care about everyone's reproachful gaze at all.

Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and reached out to a thin young man in his thirties in the front row, "Hey, you guy's voice was quite engaged just now, but do you know that disturbing others is a very rude thing?" ”

The young man's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the arm on his shoulder, the pattern on the arm to be precise.

The other people in the carriage obviously noticed this detail as well, and those who wanted to scold a few words subconsciously shrank back.

"S... "In line with the notion that more is better than less, young people can only bow their heads and apologize in fear.

Huang Mao sneered, and looked up to see a salesman carrying a box in the carriage in the distance.

His smile became more and more obvious, "Now, since you apologize, you have to take some practical actions, it just so happens that a few of our brothers are hungry, you see..."

As he spoke, Huang Mao looked at the salesman not far away and smiled, the meaning could not be more obvious.

A few of the younger brothers on the side also laughed proudly, their voices unscrupulous.

The young man in the seat looked very embarrassed, he had only gone to Tokyo to work, and he didn't have much money on him.

The bento on the train is not cheap, not to mention the sum of several people on the other side, which is a lot of money for him.

The uncle on the side couldn't stand it, and just wanted to speak.

"Expand~la~!" The yellow-haired brother's tongue flicked his tongue, which made the carriage quiet for a while, and the uncle sat back silently.

Huang Mao squinted indifferently, took the radio in his follower's hand casually, turned on the switch, and began to tune up the channel, seemingly in a hurry.

When the thin young man saw this scene, he seemed to know that he would not be able to pass this hurdle without bleeding once.

"Hail...", he nodded silently, ready to admit it.

"Baga, what kind of ability are you bastards doing to bully people!"

Huang Mao was startled by the sudden roar, as if he didn't expect that he had set up the carriage and horses, and someone dared to provoke without opening his eyes.

And Shirakawa Kaede, who was silently hiding in his seat and watching the changes, was also stunned, without him, because this roar came from his side.

He turned his head in a daze, and sure enough, Torataro's swarthy face was full of anger, and a pair of black eyebrows were about to stand up.

Good guy, you..., you're obviously going to be nosy and go to Tokyo safely.

He is a man in two lives, he knows the complexity of society, and as for the fact that he is uneven and draws a sword to help, he is destined to be lost.

But I can't stand up to my teammates' bursting sense of justice...

"Hah!" Huang Mao seemed to have just come back to his senses, and his first reaction was to grin inexplicably.

"I've met a big hero"

"Haha", "I'm so scared"

Huang Mao's ridicule made the followers laugh crookedly.

The people in the carriage looked at their exaggerated performances with disgust, but they all kept it very restrained.

To be honest, at this moment, Shirakawa Kaede is still curious about why anger and patience appear on their faces at the same time, it is really a contradictory and incomprehensible national character.

Huang Mao, who claimed to be Ota, revealed a pair of tattooed arms, staggered away from the thin young man's side, and walked towards Shirakawa Kaede and them.

The thin young man who had just been bullied by these Yakuzas had a look of relief on his face.

Seeing them walking towards Torotaro, who had spoken righteously, he wanted to speak several times and stopped, and finally struggled to silently lower his head and sit motionless in his seat.

Ota held the Zilazila radio in one hand, and swayed to Torotaro's side, glancing at him casually, his face full of cynicism.

And Torotaro did not show weakness and glared at him angrily.

"Yo, it's still a young hero." Ota turned his head exaggeratedly and greeted the younger brothers, as if he had made a big discovery.

"Haha"

"These thick eyebrows are darker than Hongo's."

"Maybe I'll transform into Kamen Rider."

After saying that, there was another round of frolic, and as for Shirakawa Kaede next to Torotaro, they just glanced at it casually, and they didn't care.

The little white face with fine skin and tender meat, I can beat ten!

Torotaro looked at the appearance of no one in their eyes, clenched his fists several times and wanted to give them some color to see, but was stopped by Shirakawa Kaede.

"Hey, country boy, do you know who Uncle Ben is?" The yellow-haired Ota looked at Torataro arrogantly.

"I call you the..."

Before Torotaro finished speaking, he was pulled by Shirakawa Kaede, and when he saw Shirakawa Kaede walking in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to protect his good partner behind him.

He is not as good as Shirakawa Kaede in learning, but he has never lost in a fight.

Shirakawa Kaede patted Torotaro lightly, signaling him not to worry.

"This Mr. Ota, listening to the accent, is also a fellow villager in the north." As soon as these suspected Yakuza people appeared, Shirakawa Kaede began to look at them.

The authentic northern accent makes it difficult for people not to pay attention to it.

"Children, don't you think it's too late to make friends at this time?"

Although the yellow-haired Ota is still not inferior, he is not in a hurry to make the next move.

"Presumably, you are also preparing to go to Tokyo, and everyone is a fellow villager in the north, so you should help each other when you go out."

"Of course, I'm really sorry to disturb Mr. Ota just now, so please forgive me."

Shirakawa Kaede is telling the truth, nine out of ten of the people in this carriage are from northern Fukushima, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are all northerners.

Everyone went to Tokyo to beg for a living, and there was no deep hatred, so there was no need for internal friction to the point of inextricability.

"Why, just rely on a few words to reveal it? Uncle Ben's stomach is still hungry. ”

Ota looked at Shirakawa Kaede amusedly, not knowing if this guy was really stupid or fake.

"Otherwise, I don't mind if this kid treats me. Everyone is a fellow villager, so it's not too much to have a meal together. ”

Ota rolled his eyes, and suddenly another idea popped up.

Shirakawa Kaede smiled, "Ota-san also said that I am a child, where did the child get the money." ”

Ah, this...

Not only were the yellow-haired ones stunned, but even Torotaro looked at Shirakawa Kaede in a daze.

Did this guy take the wrong medicine? And the face is gone?

You don't want to lose face, I want it.

Torotaro was about to roll up his sleeves when he thought about it, and sure enough, doing it was the fastest way to solve the problem.

"But..."Before everyone could react, Shirakawa Kaede said to himself, "But although there is no way to invite Ota-san to a full meal, he can do a little other help." ”

"Huh?" Huang Mao looked at Bai Chuanfeng in a daze, and couldn't keep up with his train of thought for a while.

Torotaro's half-cut sleeves stopped...

"Ota-san, please borrow a radio," Shirakawa Kaede smiled and looked at the radio in Ota's hand that was still moaning.

Huangmao Ota didn't know why, but he still handed him the half-dead radio.

Shirakawa Kaede took the radio, immediately took out a set of gadgets from his backpack, and began to skillfully disassemble them.

He had noticed that the sound of the radio in Ota's hand was a little abnormal, and Ota had debugged it many times but it didn't get better.

Shirakawa Kaede didn't know why he was so persistent, holding the radio in one hand and posing in a pole posture at the same time.

Maybe...,Maybe he wants to be a man with his own BGM~

Under everyone's unturned attention, Shirakawa Feng lightly opened the back cover, looked at it twice, and suddenly understood.

A set of dismantling tools flew up and down in his hand, and his movements were indescribably elegant.

In less than two minutes, the horn in front of him was dismantled and spread out, and then he tinkered with it from his backpack for a while, and actually took out a small bottle of instant adhesive.

Skillfully dispensed, installed, and soon the radio was back to its original state. It took less than five minutes in total.

"Try" Kaede Shirakawa returned the radio the way it came.

Ota took the radio and looked left and right, as if he couldn't believe that in just a few minutes, it had gone from a radio to a pile of parts, and then back to the way it was.

He turned on the knob suspiciously, and gradually turned up the volume.

"Ah, when will I be able to return to my hometown?

Ah, spring in the north..."

The clear and mellow singing voice came from the radio, and Ota's eyes lit up.

"That's amazing," Ota grinned and fiddled with the radio as he looked at Shirakawa Kaede in admiration.

As for the "little friends" who are often talked about by him, they no longer appear.

Shirakawa Kaede doesn't care, originally, he is indeed underage. What's wrong with calling the children twice, we're still young.

"The voice coil of the horn is a little loose, but I've re-taped it with glue, so I don't have to worry about it in a short time."

He knew what was wrong with the radio. He can't remember the number of times he disassembled and assembled the various electrical appliances that he disassembled in his lifetime, even the transistor radio in Akita's hometown now.

It's a small problem, and it's easy.

"It's kind of interesting" Ota handed the radio to the younger brother behind him and looked at Shirakawa Kaede with interest.

"I don't know what the little brother is called?"

"Kaede Shirakawa"

"Shirakawa-kun" Ota slapped Shirakawa Kaede on the shoulder, making the latter endure without grinning, this slap is really heavy.

"I'm sure you're going to Tokyo for the first time, so how about it, would you be interested in coming with me?" There's a good job. ”

Seeing Shirakawa Kaede's skillful movements just now, Ota vaguely thought of some work in his heart, maybe a little tricky.

Shirakawa Kaede quietly moved his shoulders to free himself from the other party's clutches.

"Thank you for Ota-san's attention, but I have other important things to do in Tokyo, so please forgive me."

"Oh~ Is that so?"

"Of course," Torotaro stepped forward and stood with Shirakawa Kaede, "Kaede is a student at Meiji University, so I'll be going to report right away." Meiji University, Meiji University knows. ”

Hearing that Shirakawa Kaede was a student at Meiji University, not only Ota, but everyone else in the carriage couldn't help but look up at Shirakawa Kaede again.

In these years, the reputation of college students is still very useful, especially those from prestigious schools will be more respected.

"It turns out that Shirakawa-kun is a student at Meiji University, no wonder it's so powerful, it's my rudeness.

This is my business card, so please take care of it in the future. ”

Ah~, does even Yakuza have a business card these days, Shirakawa Kaede took the business card stupidly.

Seeing the words of the xx group above, I feel that it is worthy of neon, and it is strange.