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: Three Avenues in the Center

After listening to Yamada’s story, Bai Wei only let out a sigh.

He doesn’t comment.

The world is full of suffering, like a house of fire and a sea of ​​suffering. No one can imagine the consequences of their decisions, whether they think of heaven or hell.

He could say ‘it’s not your fault’, but it would be hypocritical to say this.

Of course Yamada was at fault. His fault was that he was eager for quick success, and that he did not consider the consequences.

But he is not the chief culprit, nor is he a heinous and unrepentant villain.

This incident left a very serious psychological shadow on Yamada, so that his operation strategy in the company changed a lot in the future.

Correspondingly, his career came to an abrupt end, and his status did not continue to improve. As an ordinary salesman, he ushered in a decadent middle age.

No wife, no children, all alone.

I come to visit the cemetery once a week, and every time I am overwhelmed by guilt.

Whether this kind of forgiveness is enough, Bai Wei is not qualified to say, but the deceased still feels that it is not enough…God knows how long this torture will last.

“Let’s go, visit the shrine.” Bai Wei said.

Yamada smiled humbly as a reply.

…

There are not many people in Hanagi Town, but it is very lively when it is busy, because there are geisha performances here at night, and you can only go in after paying the entrance fee.

Bai Wei has also seen it a few times, but he doesn’t think that group of geisha who smeared their faces pale is any good.

He stopped in front of a stone tablet and raised his head. There was a vermilion torii gate in front of him, and the shrine was beyond.

While stepping through the torii gate, you can clearly feel that the aura in the air is more abundant.

Torii and shimenawa can build a simple enchantment, and the built domain is occasionally called the “God’s Domain”. In fact, it is known as the eight million ghosts and gods on Sakurajima. The height of the first floor of the foundation is far inferior to that of Buzhou Ruins, Kunlun Mountain, or the thousand-year-old cathedral of the Holy Kingdom, the Sky Garden of the Empire, and the Pale Castle… The gap is like the Forbidden City and a one-bedroom apartment.

make do.

I can live.

If that’s the case, at least this aura is sealed up, which is much better than the outside world where it flows naturally. There is a big difference between having a house and not having a house.

No house, no way! There is a house, all right!

Climb up the stairs and enterAt the shrine, Bai Li picked up a wooden spoon and took water from a nearby stone pond to wash his hands. Just as he poured it down, a white cat jumped over and licked the water from his palm. He didn’t care if his hair got wet, just shook it. Shaking the body, shaking the water droplets.

The shrine does not have a more formal name. It is usually called Hanagi Shrine. Small shrines are not uncommon in Sakurajima where there are many shrines and shrines. The gods enshrined here are not the usual big gods, but cats.

This shrine enshrines cats, and has more than 20 cats. They are not afraid of strangers, and they will pester them for food. They are fat and solid.

After a while, there were several cats under Bai Wei’s feet. Some of them stretched out their paws to grab his shoes, while others bit their pants and pulled them. They were very familiar.

Surrounded by a group of cats, Bai Wei walked along the pilgrimage path. Right in front of him was the shrine. There was a cash box, on the left was a shelf for placing ema boards, and on the right was a tree with white lottery paper hanging on it.

In the afternoon, there was no one in the shrine, and Bai Wei didn’t see that savage witch who liked to goof off.

He threw in five yen, rang the bell, and joined hands to pay respects.

On the side, Yamada paid homage sincerely. Those who feel guilty about their sins will always believe in gods and ghosts more firmly.

With this visit to the shrine, the debuff of the evil spirit infection on his head also dissipated.

He said sincerely, “I feel a lot more relaxed.”

Bai Wei nodded: “It’s a pity that I can’t give you the amulet on my body. You can go to a better shrine next time to ask for an amulet.”

Yamada scratched his head: “That’s not cheap.”

After a simple visit to the shrine, I walked out of the shrine. Just after passing through the torii gate, I suddenly heard a sharp cat meowing.

On the road outside the shrine, there was a huge orange with its waist arched, its fur threatening, and its throat made a low “hahaha” sound. On the opposite side of it was a tricolor cat. This is a tricolor cat with dry fur. , obviously an old cat, with deep tear stains in the corners of its eyes, it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time, but there is a collar hanging around its neck.

Unlike Daju’s overreaction, it didn’t blow its hair, nor did it arch its waist. Instead, it looked in the direction of the two of them.

“Meow—!” Daju continued to press forward.

The three-colored cat wagged its tail, turned around and jumped onto the fence, before disappearing around the corner.

Daju just gave up, shook his head, and walked back to the torii gate. The cats on the side also kept watching and did not dare to approach.

Yamada looked interesting. He wanted to pet the orange cat, but was twitched by the tail.

“This cat is really fierce.”

Bai Wei squatted down, stretched out his hand and scratched the orange cat’s chin: “Thank you for driving it away.”

“Meow—” it raised its paw, implying something.

“I didn’t bring dried fish this time. I will definitely do it next time.”

The orange cat immediately changed face, chased after meowing a few words, and walked away cursing.

Bai Wei masturbated the free cat for a while, and Yamada took the initiative to say goodbye: “I still have work in the afternoon, so let’s go first, and I will continue to bother you next time. Staying with Mr. Bai’s family, I will feel very relaxed involuntarily.”

Bai Wei sized up Yamada: “If you can introduce me to a beautiful girl, I will welcome you even more.”

Yamada was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: “If you don’t mind, I know some shops.”

“I’m not talking about shops.” Bai Wei shook his head: “The skin and meat business has been banned long ago in the Ming Dynasty.”

“I misunderstood.” Yamada thought for a while: “Are you talking about a blind date?”

“It’s too early to directly talk about marriage. I just…” Bai Wei said, “I’m a little ready to move and want to find a girlfriend.”

“Uh……”

“I’m in my early twenties. Isn’t it normal to find a girlfriend? It’s rare to come to a foreign country. What’s wrong with finding a local girlfriend?”

“Ah, I just didn’t expect such an outstanding person like you to be single.”

“Are you looking for trouble?” Bai Wei raised his eyebrows.

“Ahem, just talking about interpersonal relationships, I still know a lot. There are also young and beautiful women in the boudoir. If you really want to know, I can introduce you too.” Yamada changed his attitude, this is a good way to get closer Opportunity, he has been in business all year round, and he knows the family situation and interpersonal relationship of many customers very well: “For example, there is a daughter of Chunxiao Electromechanical, Feng Jianhua, who is really noble and talented, and at a young age…”

“Oh oh oh, don’t you understand it well…explain it in detail!” Bai Wei patted Yamada on the back and said enthusiastically, “I’ll take you to the tram stop.”

As long as certain topics are talked about, men’s friendship can always be quickly drawn closer. People like Yamada can always quickly become other people’s good buddies.

The one with the old seal.

On the way to leave, Bai Wei kept noticing that there was something following the two of them, taking it easy.

…

The night gradually darkened, covering the earth, and Yamada dragged his tired body back to his home, an ordinary single apartment. He was not born rich, and he had saved a lot over the years, but he didn’t have the energy to change it for better. I have imagined a big house before, but now I no longer pursue these.

The house wasn’t dirty, but it was a bit messy. He lived alone and didn’t care to clean it up, which was in stark contrast to his clean appearance in the past.

When I was alone, I started to face myself, and a bunch of thoughts and emotions came up, examining, comparing, doubting, and laughing at myself.

He washed his face, looked at his own dull eyes, and felt that he was ridiculous now, alive, but lost his vigor.

Even the initial desire to climb to a higher place disappeared.

“It’s quite boring to live like this.”

He said something to himself, picked up theOpen a can of beer and start rewarding yourself with simple food.

After eating, I leaned on the sofa, watched TV channels, and listened to cross talk performances and variety shows by comedians.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep in a daze.

In his dream, he dreamed again of the old man’s eyes that were dying, and he opened them in fright, covered in cold sweat.

When he came to the bathroom, he stared at his bloodshot eyes, and asked through gritted teeth, “It’s been so many years, why are you still refusing to let me go.”

He wanted to punch the mirror very much, but he quickly let go of his hand, and his anger turned into bitterness.

It’s not ghosts that are causing trouble, but people’s hearts. The one who refuses to let him go is actually himself.

After being alone for a while, he sat on the sofa and couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside the door, and wild animals shouting.

Tuk tuk duk… There was a knock on the door. Yamada walked to the door and looked through the cat’s eyes, but there was no one outside.

He walked back, and just as he sat down, there was another knock on the door.

Look again, there is still no one.

Just as he was turning around, there was another knock on the door.

He became irritable, and immediately opened the door: “Who is it!”

But this time there was a figure standing outside the door. That person was wearing a high school student’s sailor uniform, his hair was hanging down, and his eyes were dark red: “It’s me.”

Yamada’s blood froze for an instant, and his fingertips trembled: “Ji, Yoshino… Sachiko.”

The dead man, who was exactly the same as eight years ago, grinned at Yamada and said in a cold and dead voice, “It’s your turn.”