National Tide 1980.

Seven or eight minutes before five o'clock in the afternoon, the silver Toyota Crown almost arrived at its destination.

In the southeast of Ota District, Tokyo, there is a wide road facing several "Pachinko", prize redemption shops and a commercial street that provides consumer loan companies.

In Japan, there are currently more than 1 "Pachinko" shops, of which more than [-]% are.They are all run by Koreans in Japan and Koreans in Japan.

Therefore, anyone who has a little understanding of this aspect will see that this place turns out to be a place for pachinko entertainment to attract customers and conduct disguised gambling.

You should know that they have reached the territory of the Koreans in Japan or the Koreans in Japan.

This is almost common sense in Japanese life.

However, the car did not stop here. After passing the "Pachinko", it turned into the alley next to it.

Immediately, a row of shops with signboards in both Japanese and Korean characters came into Ning Weimin's eyes.

On this street, the characteristics of the Korean nation are even more obvious.

The shop signs are either "Pyongyang" or "Panmunjom", or "Myeongdong" or "Cheong Wa Dae".

But here is not like the commercial street outside, there are uniform archways and street lights, and the dilapidated old buildings seem to have never been repaired.

Dozens of small restaurants are densely packed together, many sharing a bathroom.

In broad daylight, there are drunken Korean songs accompanied by the smell of boiled pig intestines, coming from small restaurants on the side of the road.

Only one person can pass through the narrow, winding and irregular streets, and there are garbage everywhere behind the dilapidated iron houses.

In short, it looks like a "shanty town" where the bottom poor live.

The overall lack of planning, narrow roads, messy layout has become a congenital chronic problem, and public facilities are also severely lacking.

All of this makes it hard to believe that I am in Japan, which seems to be a unique country within a country.

And here is the only remaining part that was once called "Chosun Village" by local residents in the past, and it is also the only remaining Korean-inhabited area in Daejeon District.

On the way here, Matsumoto Keiko had already revealed to Ning Weimin his identity as a Korean expatriate.

She also told him that the restaurant she went to today was very close to her childhood home and school.

So after finally parking the car, Matsumoto Keiko took the initiative to continue serving as a tour guide as an aborigine, and it became a natural thing to introduce the situation here to Ning Weimin in detail.

According to Matsumoto Keiko, in 1959, the Korean nationals in Japan reached 59.

By 1985, the total number would exceed 300 million if the number of Koreans who joined the Japanese nationality was added.

Compared with the Chinese nationals who were only a few 10 in Japan at this time, the total number and proportion of Korean nationals in Japan were much higher.

Therefore, compared to the two Chinatowns in Yokohama and Kobe where the concentration of Japanese and Chinese is relatively concentrated, the settlements of Korean and Korean expatriates can be said to be scattered all over the place.

Agglomerations like this exist in various forms in almost all larger cities in Japan.

There is also a spicy cabbage Yokocho Street in Ueno, Tokyo, which is also a gathering area for Koreans.

The earliest residents of "Chosun Village" were actually a group of Koreans and Koreans who came to Japan as laborers.

Around 1948, they were unwilling to return to China and were driven here. The government tacitly allowed them to build their own houses and live together.

Over the years, the Koreans living here have not only obtained land and house ownership, but also permanent residence status.

But always maintained his own life form.

Through the self-government associations in their living areas, Korean language schools and other institutions, they reflect obvious ethnic characteristics.

People who live here have a strong sense of belonging to the governments of South Korea and North Korea, although many speak only Japanese.

But the people here are also very talk about "birth".

Although the two ethnic groups of Korea and Korea coexist peacefully, they never interact too much.

Matsumoto Keiko also taught Ning Weimin a way to identify North Korean restaurants and South Korean restaurants.

It is said that the barbecue restaurant here is a feature, a small number of shops are run by "Koreans in Japan", and the rest are "Koreans in Japan".

If "Korean Cuisine" is written on the shop signboard, the owner should be from Korea.

If these four characters are not written, they are all from North Korea.

She even secretly told Ning Weimin a secret unknown to outsiders.

It is said that a branch of the legendary organization "Chao Chonglian" in Japan is behind the small supermarket on this street.

Since this is a place that the Japanese do not want to set foot in, only the Koreans living here have known about it for many years.

To be honest, Ning Weimin didn't really care about this matter.

He is neither Japanese, nor a spy who was ordered to lurk, why bother to think about such political matters?
On the contrary, he didn't want to cause trouble because of this, and completely gave up the idea of ​​going to the small supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes.

And what he was really worried about was that the two of them were incompatible with the noisy and chaotic environment here, and whether there would be safety concerns.

You know, this is a poor place where fish and dragons are mixed, filled with smoke and smell of alcohol.

The people who hang around here are mainly blue-collar workers and small traders, and there are also many people who make money by going out of their way.

The fact that they parked their car here was enough to attract attention.

Not to mention that Keiko Matsumoto was still wearing such elegant clothes and so beautifully dressed.

Today, she is holding a silver Prada handbag, wearing a silk scarf, and wearing sunglasses. After getting out of the car, she looks even more eye-catching.

Not only that, the two couples of boys and girls who had been whispering at the door of the cold food shop suddenly fell silent.

The three stevedores who sat in the back of the van waiting to do their work also stopped talking.

Especially at the door of a massage parlor, there are two Yakuza-like men who just came out.

They saw Matsumoto Keiko like a dog sees a bone.

He couldn't help but took the cigarette butt from his mouth, spit on the ground again, put his hands on his shiny back, and followed directly.

Ning Weimin was really worried about what kind of trouble he might cause.

With his body and bones, he is not sure to be a hero here.

But I didn't expect that he was actually worrying about it for nothing.

Because Matsumoto Keiko is also a descendant of North Korea after all, and is a part of the life here.

She soon began greeting people in the surrounding shops in fluent Korean.

The people who talked to her were all permanent residents here, and when they saw her, they all greeted her with a smile.

At first glance, it was an acquaintance.

Even the two yakuzas who were followed by the two thieves were stopped by an aunt who was picking up garbage at the door of the store with a broom, and then chased away after chattering.

Looking fierce, it was probably a stern warning not to make bad plans or get close to Keiko Matsumoto.

So Ning Weimin breathed a sigh of relief.

According to his understanding, Matsumoto Keiko's status here is about the same as his own status in Shan'er Hutong.

It's useless even if a criminal gang comes to kidnap someone.

For example, if he is in Fan'er Hutong, if he raises his voice, everyone in the whole Hutong can be screamed by him.

At that time, don't even talk about getting started.

With just a few hundred people, a group of people can be smashed to death in the alley with broom bumps, dirty soil basins and drag boards under their feet.

This is the benefit of the door, the advantage of the home field.

Ning Weimin silently followed Matsumoto Keiko, looking at her slender back that was full of feminine charm, thinking so wildly in his mind.

Suddenly, Matsumoto Keiko turned around, smiled at Ning Weimin, and pointed to the street corner in front of him with his finger.

A child-like expression appeared on Matsumoto Keiko's face. Following the direction of her finger, Ning Weimin saw a barbecue restaurant called "Jin's House".

The red and blue lanterns of "Korean cuisine" hanging in the shop really show the origin of the boss.

The front of this store is not too big, and you can walk past it without paying attention, but the space in the store is okay.

A few tables were set up at the door.

Go inside, go down a few steps, and there is a larger space with more than a dozen tables.

Because there is still some time before the real meal, there are only a few guests.

The owner and his wife are also acquaintances of Keiko Matsumoto, a hard-working 50-year-old couple.

Especially when the proprietress met Matsuzaka Keiko, she was very kind, and even called her differently, she told the boss in surprise.

"Head of the house, come quickly and see who is here? It's Han Qingzi."

This made Ning Weimin suddenly realize that this might be Matsumoto Keiko's real name.

It is a bit surprising that there are private rooms in the store.

The owner asked his wife to take them directly to the innermost small room.

This is the only room with ventilation windows for better smoke extraction.

The warm yellow light reflected on the large wooden table that can seat six people, giving off a faint oily gleam.

"Miss Boss, let's have two glasses of beer first."

Keiko Matsumoto asked for wine before she sat down, looking very excited.

"You're driving." Ning Weimin couldn't help reminding her.

"It's okay, you can find the driver."

Matsumoto Keiko glanced at the proprietress again, "It's really not possible, the car can also be put here. Let's take a taxi back. It doesn't matter, right?"

The proprietress smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"No problem. If the car stays here, I'll ask the person in charge to drive it to the yard later."

As a result, Ning Weimin wouldn't be able to spoil the fun, so he didn't say anything in person.

He really didn't expect that Keiko Matsumoto would ask for a drink.

It stands to reason that a woman dating a man she doesn't know well, offering to drink, and taking the man to a place she thinks is worth remembering, usually means that she has put down her guard.

This is enough to hint to men, and leaves a lot of room for imagination and play.

However, when the matter came to an end, he did not dare to make a judgment at all.

Because he liked the way he was feeling so much, he had to be careful, for fear of acting rashly and messing up everything.

The proprietress quickly brought two large glasses of draft beer, put them lightly on the table, and brought the menu for them to read slowly.

"Come on, cheers!"

Keiko Matsumoto raised his glass proudly.

The wine glass was very large, and her hands looked extraordinarily delicate and delicate.

"Would you like to drink without eating? You... get drunk easily..." Ning Weimin persuaded again kindly.

"Don't disappoint, you won't get drunk." Matsumoto Keiko said nonchalantly.

In this way, Ning Weimin had to show some manly energy.

"Well, cheers, for your new work to come out as soon as possible, and it will be released and sold!"

"No, it's for... Yukio Mishima." Keiko Matsumoto's tone changed, not like joking.

"Why?" Ning Weimin asked puzzled.

"For him, "The Golden Pavilion" was written, and for that book, let us..."

Matsumoto Keiko didn't say any more, but her reddish face and drooping eyes showed her thoughts just right.

"Okay, cheers!"

Of course, Ning Weimin was not an idiot, he understood the subtext in almost a second.

So he stared at the person in his eyes with great encouragement, and clinked glasses with Keiko Matsumoto.

The wine glass kissed lightly with the wine glass, and the sound was extremely crisp.

What was even more unexpected was that Matsumoto Keiko drank less than half of it in one go.

Seeing this, Ning Weimin, who had already learned to abide by the Japanese drinking rules, quickly changed his course and drank most of the glass.

Only then did they start ordering.

The menu is a piece of yellowed paper with no pictures. Ning Weimin can't understand it at all because it's all in Korean.

The considerate Keiko Matsumoto asked him, "What do you like to eat?"

"Listen to you."

"You're welcome, what do you like to eat? I'll order for you."

Keiko Matsumoto picked up the menu, placed it between the two of them, pointed at the words on it, and tilted her head.

"I'll read it to you one by one, okay?"

"Thank you, but I'm not picky at all. Do you want to eat rice? Is it on the menu?"

"Yes."

"Then order this."

"But... are you used to eating?"

"I'm used to it. I actually like it very much. There is a Manchu style food called Deshengbao, which is rice mixed with cabbage and perilla wrapped in miso, mashed potatoes, fried mochi tofu with green beans, and fried rice. This kind of food It can be eaten in the capital of China and the three northeastern provinces. It is very popular. In addition, there are 56 ethnic groups in our country, including the compatriots of the Xian nationality. There is a restaurant in the capital called Yanji Restaurant, which is..."

"Ah, I know. I've also been to that North Korean restaurant. Buckwheat cold noodles are very famous, and I think it tastes good. But the Desheng Bao you mentioned... I don't think I've seen it in Beijing?"

At the end of the conversation, Keiko Matsumoto asked curiously.

"It's probably because the person who received you doesn't know the capital. But it's easy. Next time you go to the capital, I'll receive you. I'll be your free tour guide."

"That's great, it's settled..."

The two of them chatted casually, and the time passed before they knew it.

When the proprietress came in again, she was surprised to find that the dishes hadn't been ordered yet.

I only saw Matsumoto Keiko and Ning Weimin chatting happily.

The proprietress apologized, said "Excuse me", and left again.

But it looked like he was holding back a smile.

This time, Matsumoto Keiko was also embarrassed.

Then he casually ordered some grilled vegetables, kebabs, and grilled fish, and quickly ended the procedure.

Unexpectedly, the boss also sent a lot of side dishes and roasted corn, and finally the table for six people could hardly fit.

The food on the table is so rich, even if five or six people eat, it is more than enough.

Obviously, these two people are afraid that they will share some crimes of wasting food today.

So Ning Weimin didn't tense anymore.

He simply took off his suit, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and began to eat and drink.

Xin said, eat as much as you can eat, eat more, should it be to save face?

Sure enough, Keiko Matsumoto liked to see him feasting like this.

Not only did he keep giving him vegetables, but he also made rice bags for him with his own hands.

Ning Weimin was so blessed, he took a sip of food and a sip of wine.

He doesn't have to worry about anything, he just needs to concentrate on eating.

Although the food in the mouth is actually indistinguishable from the taste.

But this kind of happiness and satisfaction is truly enviable.

They just chatted while eating, getting closer and more speculative with each other.