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"I lost my father at a very young age, and my mother was living alone with me. In order to support the two of them, she gets up early and works all night long, and in Japan, it is difficult for a single woman with children and low education to get a stable job. So my mother used to take me around doing odd jobs, and finally I passed away from overwork when I was 12 years old. ”

Boss Ono Tsuru's face was calm, and when he talked about his family, he seemed to be a passer-by who was a little out of the way, and Lu Xihua felt that the Japanese might be more or less paranoid by nature.

"In order to make a living, I began to get in touch with the underworld, and gradually became involved with the gangs on the street. Stealing, robbing, and fighting became a part of my life. ”

"Finally, at the age of fourteen, I slashed a rival gang member and stabbed myself several times. In order to recuperate from my wounds and escape from my enemies, I hurriedly fled the north to Tokyo, the most prosperous and populous city. ”

"I was running out of money, I was wounded by a knife and couldn't do heavy work, I was still a minor, I had only a few hundred yen left on me, and that day, the last roadside restaurant politely rejected my job offer. The boss said, 'I'm sorry, we don't dare hire gang members. ’”

"In the evening, in an alley, for some reason, all of a sudden I almost felt hopeless, and my stomach was already empty after two days of not eating, and I sat on the roadside steps in a daze, with my head hanging down to my knees and crying. In fact, I was ready to go through the garbage bins in the back of the supermarket at night, looking for the food that had been discarded because it had expired, and the determination to snatch the food from those wanderers. ”

At this time, Mr. Kitajima, who was hurrying on his bicycle, appeared, and he reached out and handed me a roasted rice ball that was somewhat dry and hard. I looked up at Mr. Kitajima, who was in the prime of life, and I didn't recover for a while, and I was still a little confused. ”

"He handed me the grilled rice ball one by one, and kept saying, 'Are you hungry? Because I was so hungry, I came back to my senses and took the steamed bun and thanked him repeatedly, and then stuffed the grilled rice balls into my mouth. ”

"Because I was in such a hurry to eat, I was choked after taking a bite, and Mr. Kitajima handed me a kettle, patted me on the back at the same time, and comforted me, 'Eat slowly, don't rush.' Then he asked me about my situation, and at this time I learned that Mr. Kitajima was a junior high school teacher. ”

"His attitude was very kind, I briefly talked about my situation, skimmed the injuries on my body, only said that I had an awkward relationship with my family, ran out in a fit of anger, came to Tokyo, the money on my body was spent, and no one would take me in if I wanted to work. ”

"'No matter what, your family will always worry about you. Mr. Kitajima said this, and told me to wait for him where I was, not to leave, and then I got on my bicycle and left. ”

"Time passed, the sky gradually darkened, and I held the grilled rice ball in my hand, although I was hungry and reluctant to eat, it seemed to be full of courage and hope, as well as the future. ”

"I don't know how long it was dark, but Mr. Kitajima's figure finally reappeared in front of me under the street lamp, like a gust of wind. I got up quickly, and he sweated profusely and took out a folded handkerchief from his coat pocket, and when he opened it, there was a large handful of bills and coins inside. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Boss Onozuru's eyes gradually moistened.

"When he took out the money, I saw that it was a pile of banknotes and coins in denominations of five, ten, fifty, five hundred, and one thousand. He shoved the warm coins into my hand and said with a guilty face, 'It's more than 21,000 yuan, and now I can only borrow so much.' It's dark, everyone is home, and there is only so much to borrow. Go home, no matter what, go home first, the family is waiting for you to go back. ’”

Before I could react, Mr. Kitajima raised his hand to look at his watch, muttered, and immediately got up his bicycle and sped away. I still remember the saying, 'Seven or eight kilometers to go, hurry up.'" ’”

I held his temperature in my hand, watched him pedal away quickly with his back bent, and finally couldn't help crying again. ”

"The roasted rice ball that I took a bite of began to turn yellow, green and black after many days, and I was reluctant to eat it or throw it away, and finally sealed it in several sealed bags and put it in my bag and carried it with me. Finally, after a short migration a few months later, it was lost along with my clothes, and I rummaged through my luggage in a panic, my heart empty. ”

"So you left the gang and went back to living a normal life?" asked Lu Xihua.

Boss Ono Tsuru smiled and said, "What is the matter? It's just that since then, I've been braver, and I've never lost in the gang fight, and after a few years, I've finally become the leader of the organization in charge of important areas." ”

"Later, after a few things, I chose to quit the organization. Mr. Kitajima's appearance still comes to my mind from time to time, so I went to Tokyo, found out where Mr. Kitajima lived, and used the money I earned to buy the shop and open an izakaya nearby, and had my own family and children. ”

"How long was that?"

"Thirty-seven years ago~ Oh? I accidentally exposed my age, I'm really embarrassed. ”

"Then the salary of a Japanese junior high school teacher is not high, right?"

"Yes, it's only about 30,000 yuan a month, and he didn't even ask my name, he believed my words and was willing to give 21,885 yuan to the stranger. ”

"So you're going to repay the favor now?"

"The izakaya is near Mr. Kitajima's house, and I just want to see how he is doing. There was such a big incident in his family, because he was judged to be the responsible party, so a lot of compensation could not be effective, and the family's savings were paid to the injured on the other side, and even used his own pension, and he also had to bear the pain and physical disability of losing his loved ones. ”

"Since Mr. Kitajima is a teacher, he should have a pension, right?"

"In the past, because of the incomplete system in Japan, the company did not pay much, and now Mr. Kitajima only gets more than 150,000 yuan a month. ”

"It's not bad, it's not very difficult. ”

"No, the guest doesn't know about the situation in Japan. Mr. Kitajima's family has a fixed house, and he has to pay a fixed asset tax of 1.4% of the market value every year, and the house in this area of Tokyo does not have less than 70 million, which is nearly one million yuan in fixed asset tax this year. Moreover, Mr. Kitajima spent all his savings for his family's funeral and cemetery, and is still saving money for his own funeral and cemetery, which add up to a price of at least three or four million. In Japan, some people do not have the money to hold a funeral for their family members, so they can only hide the remains of their family members at home, which is also a matter of no choice. ”

"I see, why didn't Mr. Kitajima sell his house and live in a remote place?"

"Japan's real estate economy has been hit hard, and there are too many old and small houses like Mr. Kitajima's house in Tokyo, and no one buys them at all, because the buyer needs to tear down and rebuild them, which requires a lot more costs, which is really not cost-effective, so it is better to buy the land directly to build a new house, so the price is much cheaper. ”

"That's why the boss will help him?"

"Mr. Kitajima didn't know that I was the child he had met on the side of the road and had given him his heart and soul to help, so I deliberately found a few regular customers to inadvertently spread to Mr. Kitajima that the Nozuru Izakaya had a cheap 500 yuan set meal, which attracted him to come and buy it, which was a kind of reward. ”

No matter what country it is, when something happens, it is the people who suffer from it all the people living at the bottom.

For a moment, both of them were a little speechless, and the izakaya suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, the curtain outside the wooden door of the Wild Crane Pavilion was opened by a hand, and a voice came in, "Hungry, I'm so hungry, there is delicious food here~"

Boss Ono looked up in surprise, having a guest come to the door is a happy thing after all, who would dislike having more money?

A big fat man walked in with a big belly, talking about food, but his eyes were staring straight at Lu Xihua, who was sitting in the depths of the izakaya, as if he had seen the most delicious food in the world.