I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 86 Something About Oranges (45)

"Don't look at the metropolis as good as it is, but sometimes, life is like a dog."

Takehiro Kosaka took his red hat off his forehead, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his arms.

Clothes that are weathered thin won't be able to swallow such a hat well.

In the eyes of others, one side of his chest was too swollen and awkward.

But Takehiro Kosaka didn't care at all.

Swallow your cheap drink with your head back.

His face turned red instantly.

"But even if it's a dog, it's a big city, and it's much better than the country."

He made a gesture of throwing a wine glass, but the strength was very light, and finally he put it on the table lightly, and exhaled heavily.

The pungent smell of alcohol was carried by the hot air all the way for a long way.

"Teacher Bei Dao, do you know?"

"Recently, a lot of rich people came from outside, and they specially wanted girls from poor families to work as servants for them.

When I get home, I will say that this is someone from Tokyo.

Tokyo people work as servants.

Even the poor. "

Kosaka Takehiro talked about some things he encountered at the station recently.

"So, is this an opportunity?"

"Leave this bustling metropolis and go to the countryside?"

He looked at Bei Daoju curiously.

"Mr. Xiaoban, what do you think?"

"I think so." Takehiro Kosaka took another sip of wine: "The life of rich people is good, and they still have money, so why not go."

The foal didn't speak.

He thought of the orange girl he met at the alley.

If it was her?

"So are there many people going?"

"not much."

Takehiro Kosaka sneered: "For the name of a big city."

He made a gesture.

One hand folded over the other.

Then keep repeating up and down.

"The prosperity supported by all the people is the enjoyment of those upper classes."

Suddenly he realized the identity of Bei Daoju beside him, and immediately added: "Of course, literati should be, after all, they are different."

"I'm talking about the rich, the poor of soul."

"But some people, he just wants to be a stepping stone to these flourishes.

It gives them a sense of engagement.

Like, ah, look, I put that neon sign on. "

Kosaka Takehiro spread his hands, tilted his head and said, "So?"

"It's useless!"

"It's true that you put that neon light on, but it's not something you can get in."

"I can guarantee that a casual sip of wine in it is enough to make you bear a debt that you can't repay in three lifetimes."

Takehiro Kosaka looks particularly talkative today.

Maybe he felt that girls from poor families didn't seize the opportunity.

Or maybe he thinks why maids can't use men.

Looking at him with a longing look on his face.

Maybe he wanted to be a "maid" more.

After taking a few sips of wine, the corner of his mouth grinned slightly: "I heard that those ladies from rich families have very tender skin. Maids are all there to take care of them in the bath."

The lighting is dim though.

But the ideal in his eyes is particularly hot at this moment.

It can be seen that he has already begun to substitute into it.

In this way, the hands are in the shape of a bath.

It would be great if the ones in front of him at this time were the daughters of those rich families.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, he coughed a few times.

Then he smiled embarrassedly and said, this is all his nonsense.

He's doing pretty well at the station now.

Of course, he might consider practicing the art of scrubbing.

After all, if you learn more things, you will be able to use them in the future.

"So during this time, will they all be there at the station?" Ju suddenly asked, "Or will they go to those places?"

"It seems that not only the station, but also people will come out."

Kosaka Takehiro pointed in one direction: "Aren't there just a lot of them?"

"If I remember correctly, many of them have daughters there."

He was pointing in the direction of the orange girl.

Ju thought for a while: "I want to go to the station tomorrow."

"To the station?"

Kosaka Takehiro subconsciously thought that it might be good if Mr. Bei Dao applied for a maid with the appearance of Mr. Bei Dao.

But the moment this thought came to him, he folded his hands together and prayed.

It's a bit of a sin.

Teacher Bei Dao, there is no need to be a maid.

……

When Kua arrived at the station the next day, he saw the red hat from a long distance away.

He waved his hands desperately there, for fear that others would not see him.

"There they are."

Looking in the direction that Takehiro Kosaka pointed, several people dressed in luxurious clothes gathered together to discuss something.

then……

He saw a familiar voice in the corner.

"she?"

"Who?" Kosaka Takehiro followed Kitajima Koma's line of sight, there was no one in particular.

Of course, he wouldn't notice the girl huddled in the corner with her head sullen.

So did she choose to leave?

Ku had thought before whether she would leave.

But it feels like there should be a lot of concern.

After a while, a very noble man led the girl over from the corner.

At the same time, he waved to Takehiro Kosaka.

"coming!"

Takehiro Kosaka ran quickly and took all the luggage, big and small, very attentively.

"Can I... can I buy some of that?"

The girl's voice was weak.

Although she couldn't hear her, she could see where her fingers were pointing.

It was a shop selling fruit.

Her eyes fell on the orange.

It seems that the rich man is very generous.

I bought several oranges for the girls.

But she didn't eat it.

But all in his arms.

It's like holding the most precious thing in the world.

The rind of the orange is very conspicuous on the little girl who is covered in jet black.

From a distance, it looks like a sun in the dark clouds.

In the noisy station, she seems to be independent of some of the hustle and bustle.

However, Ku also noticed that she was looking around.

It looks like it should be looking for something.

But time is running out.

After several urgings from the rich, she finally boarded the train.

A loud siren sounded.

Accompanied by the roar of the train, everything about Tokyo turned into a scene on glass and receded slowly.

Just after everything is going to be a foregone conclusion.

A few sharp childish voices came from the side.

"elder sister!!!"

"Sister, don't go!!!"

It's those kids.

Encountered at the alley.

They say they want to eat oranges, and then...

The children are chasing the train frantically.

The girl opened the window and kept leaning forward.

His face was somewhat hideous by the wind.

"Don't die?"

The rich growled in the background.

Accompanied by another siren.

The oranges were thrown high.

"tangerinr!"

My sister yelled loudly.

"tangerinr!"

The station is a bit dark.

Those yellow oranges seem to have become the sun inside...

(End of this chapter)