Tokyo Bubble Life

   Chapter 1 001, who said youth will never come again?

  Tokyo in October, Showa 55 (1980).

   It doesn't look like autumn at all, and the annoying autumn tiger is still arrogant, and the sun at 9 o'clock in the morning is not lost to noon at all.

   The nurse, with a little sweat on her forehead, walked quickly to the ward. Across the small window on the door, the thin young man in the room was packing up his belongings.

   She pushed open the door: "Zhishu-san, we're already packing up, have you finished the discharge procedures?"

   "Hey, the formalities have been completed, thanks to your care!" The reply was in fluent Japanese. Turning his head, Naoki Naoki, pale-faced, carried a small bag and bowed slightly to the nurse.

   "There are only a few things left to bring back, which have been packed."

   The whole process is like a program engraved in the body, and it is completed naturally.

   "Take care of yourself, you can't give up, Zhishu-sang!" Miss Nurse exhorted.

   "Hi, sorry to trouble you"

   Naoki Naoyama, who walked out of the hospital, was stunned for a while as he watched the bright sunlight outside the door against the street. The streets are full of Japanese signboards, signs, and Japanese-style buildings, intertwined into a foreign style.

   He has been in the hospital for 3 days, and he still cannot adapt to the fact that he is in Tokyo in the Showa era.

In my last life, I just caught up with the post-90s generation. I had no parents and no mother. With the help of kind-hearted people, I barely got an undergraduate degree. After graduation, I joined a programmer in a factory and started the life of 007. Enough money for a lifetime!

   Then go to the Erhai Lake in Dali to settle down and live a poetry and distant life.

   It’s a pity that the goal is about to be achieved. After a heart palpitation in the early morning, I opened my eyes and became Naoki Naoyama, and came to the Showa era.

Walking along the street to the station, after wandering for a few stops, Naoki Naoki returned to Nakano District, following the road in his memory, he came to a narrow alley in an old street, and it was an old western style. The second-story building, Yongshan Naoki lives here.

   Makino family.

The small building has two floors. The first floor is the landlord's residence and kitchen. It is a widowed old lady. It seems that her children are studying abroad. In order to relieve the pressure, the 4 rooms on the second floor are rented out. Use the kitchen on the first floor.

  When Naoki Naoyama came in, the landlady was busy in the kitchen and looked up:

   "Ah, Yongshan-san, you're back"

   "Hey, Makino-sang, I'm back!" The conversation between Naoki Naoki Naoki and the landlord Mrs. Makino ended so easily in her memory, but the landlady didn't want to stop this time, and went on to say:

   "Yongshan-san, are you okay?"

   "Hi, the doctor said it's ok, just need a light diet, thank you for your concern."

   "Nagayama-sang, take care of your health, you can't give up your life just because your idol gets married, and Yamaguchi Baihui-sang definitely doesn't want her fans to give up life!" The landlady's tone was a little more serious.

   I wasn't the one who committed suicide to get married to an idol, Naoki Naoki couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

   "Hey, I will definitely live my life seriously in the future, I'm sorry for causing you trouble!" While replying earnestly, he bowed and apologized, everything was still smooth, it seems that bowing has indeed become a physical memory.

   After apologizing, he walked up to the second floor, took out the key and opened the door, and a stinky smell of beer greeted him.

  The room is very small, and the entrance is also small. To the right of the entrance is the kitchen table. There is a frying pan in the simple sink, and a kettle on the gas stove. To the left of the entrance is a small bathroom.

After changing the shoes, it is a large room that integrates the diners and bedrooms. The bed is in the closet, which is not too crowded. There is an old-fashioned TV and electric fan in the corner. Several beer cans are scattered around the coffee table in the middle of the house. Some remnants of vomit. Well, the source of the smell is found

  Nagayama Naoki opened the window for the first time, and the sun shone into the room, which stirred up a light dust and cleaned up a little, packed the garbage, swept the floor and wiped the floor. The body that had not recovered, actually sweated like this.

  Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't showered for 3 days, I felt itchy for a while, I took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

  After taking a shower, Naoki Naoki looked at the young man in the mirror, no, he should be called a young man.

Beneath the fluffy hair is a pale and tender face, with a full and open forehead, a not too protruding brow arch, peach blossom eyes under a pair of sword brows, a straight nose bridge and a straight jaw. Looking a little weak.

  About 175, with a thin body and poor muscles, wearing a loose shirt, like a drying rack, at a glance, you can tell that he is malnourished and does not exercise for a long time.

However, feeling the vitality in the young body, Naoki Naoki couldn't help laughing: 30-year-old lumbar muscle strain, sciatica, myopia, big belly, cervical spondylosis Minasang, thank you for taking care of you in the past, Sa You nala~

   The day is never in vain, and youth never comes again.

  I think I'm back to my youth! hahaha~

  After washing my clothes, I filled a kettle with water and turned on the gas stove.

   Then sat down, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Looking around, there are posters of Baihui Yamaguchi on the wall, her record next to the TV, and reports of Baihui Yamaguchi's retirement on the coffee table. This is one of the reasons why the original body was drinking beer and swallowing sleeping pills a few days ago: On October 5th, at the concert held at RB Tokyo Budokan, Yamaguchi Baihui announced the news of her marriage.

   The original body is really an extreme Yamaguchi Baihui iron fan.

However, Naoki Naoki now doesn't have much feeling for Yamaguchi Baihui. All the memories of the original body are like movies that I have seen. When I encounter familiar ones, I will think of them, but the spectator's sense of alienation is always separated from the heart and reality. middle.

  The Showa era, China should be in the 1980s, the early days of reform and opening up, Journey to the West, Hong Kong Island, Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, Teresa Teng

what else? There is a generation gap, please forgive the post-90s generation who don't know much

   Can you go back?

  The original is a down-to-earth RB person, and his family seems to have some connections with gangsters. He is a low-level wage earner who graduated from high school, a poor ghost, and it is not easy to go abroad.

  What is the RB of the Showa era?

   The coming bubble era? The Yamaguchi group running rampant RB? And the Showa **** face who swiped the screen at station B? Seiko Matsuda, Akina Nakamori, Shizuka Kudo.

   No matter how you sum it up, this era should be an era full of "opportunities". It seems that you can get rich with a little effort!

   Recalling that he was diligent and diligent in his previous life, 007, he may not be able to afford a house in a big city, and he had to go to Dali when he was fired.

   I have to live again, I have decided to get rich first, and then live a life of poetry and distant places!

   (end of this chapter)