Chapter 749： 7 Samurai (1/2)

Bridgewood Apartments

This apartment has 5 floors, with a total of 49 households. There is a small park nearby, and the transportation is convenient, but it has been built for 40 years, and a set is only 20-30 square meters. The price is relatively cheap, suitable for some young (low income) Ordinary families, as well as single occupants.

The early summer sun was mottled through the leaves, and a gust of wind passed, blowing away some of the enthusiasm in the air.

佐 The deliveryman Sagawa Takaaki in a blue work uniform was very annoyed: ”It's really moldy, isn't it a holiday to go to the shrine to worship?”

”Asshole, even if you are going to die, you can choose to take medicine. Why do you bother everyone?” Sagawa Takaaki murmured, his income is good, 500,000 yuan a month, and the reporter is 650,000 yuan, a professor at Japan University The monthly salary is only 950,000 yen. Japan claims to be the world's most evenly distributed nation with some reasons. Of course, capitalists are not included.

一个 One of the important rules of interpersonal communication in Japanese society is not to make people trouble.

But one and a half hours ago, at the Kimachi Station on the road that must pass, a man saw the car coming, and suddenly he leapt forward. A black briefcase stood quietly on the ground, seemingly waiting for the host to lift it again. The owner died on the spot. This incident affected the travel of 30,000 people, and Sagawa Takaaki was one of them.

There are many ways to commit suicide. If you have to die, jumping off the building or having some influence, other poisoning, charcoal burning, wrist cutting, etc. are all on your own, and the leapfrog is undoubtedly to cause trouble for others, and it is a big trouble-this It may be the last resistance and shout of life, but the client Sagawa Takaaki cannot understand: ”It has delayed 30,000 people for an hour.”

”It's not just me!”

Takigawa Takaaki felt the sweat on his forehead, took the parcel up the stairs, and sent the new apartment to the locker at the entrance. This apartment had to knock on the door.

Ryo Sagawa looked at the information on the parcel and looked at the house number to see if it was the room he was looking for.

At this time, Sagawa Takaaki has been very busy with work. He has been working as a delivery man for five years, but this is the first time I feel tired. In the past, because of the busy season, it was also busy, but not so tired.

Not only is not young, in fact, Sagawa Takaaki, who is only 30 years old, is quite young, more because of the recent sudden increase in workload. Sagawa Takaaki and his colleague Naoya Sakaya discussed this issue privately a few days ago and found this paragraph The reason for the huge increase in time workload is that the proportion of books in goods has increased significantly, especially in the recent past, where Yamada Shinichi's Seven Samurai books are many.

”Unexpectedly, Yamada Shinichi was so successful!” Sagawa Takaaki sighed, clenched his fists, and pumped up at himself: ”You can do it! As long as you work hard, you can also succeed!”

When Sagawa Takaaki looked at the house number again, it was found that it was room 703: ”Yes, this is the address!”

到 Now at the door, he rang the bell.

The doorbell rang, and Ono Takashi, in plain clothes, opened the door, shaved his head, had a mild complexion, and looked very ordinary. He took the parcel in one hand, signed it like an ordinary person, and a little apologized in his mouth: Thank you for coming! ”

Sagawa Takaaki smiled and bowed his head, ”Ah, it's nothing. This is my job. You praise it too much.”

But these words also narrowed the distance, Sagawa Takaaki glanced at the package in Ono Takashi's hand, casually: ”Ah, do you also read Mr. Yamada's book?”

”Recently Mr. Yamada's book is really hot!”

”Yeah, I'm also a writer.” When Ono Takashi heard this, he shook his head slightly, and said bitterly, ”I'm just trying ...”

I behave like thousands of ordinary writers struggling.

”This way, you also cheer!” Sagawa Takaaki gave some sympathy and said to Ono Aya Takashi, turned and left without any suspicion. In this kind of apartment, naturally, people are under pressure to survive, downcast The author is one of them.

When I reached the room, the smiling Ono Takashi, who had no smile, opened the package. There were two books in it. I opened them and looked at ”Seven Samurai Wind and Thunder” and ”Seven Samurai Fire and Light”.

Ono Takashi looked at the two delicately packed books, touching the cover, and slowly said to himself: ”Hum, do you want to use books to calm doubts?”

”Yamada Shinichi, I actually recognize your strength, but the public aesthetic is weak. As long as it is vilified, even masterpieces will lead to doubt!”

更 ”Why do you have so many books in such a short time!”

Thinking of this, Ono Takashi laughed and turned on the lights to make the room brighter. This residential house is not large, it can even be said to be small, the whole set is only 20 square meters. In addition to basic living supplies, it is a bookcase information, a few Deputy map with phone.

The small and narrow space is where Ono Takashi has lived for many years.

Ohno Takashi walked forward, stood in front of the window, opened the window, and let the wind blow in. I looked into the distance, opened my arms, took a deep breath, and murmured in my mouth: ”Although the empire concentrated its strength Revive me here, but now I can only live in this snail house! ”

只是 ”It's just the end of the day! As long as the earthquake, the God generation can come, and I can live in the day!”

Hagi vented his emotions, and Ono Hiroshi sat down and looked at the book, but only five minutes after reading, he suddenly stood up and said in his mouth, ”What, Samurai of Oda Nobunaga's family?”

”Although this village is completely fictitious, the history of the experience and the personnel of the Oda family are all true. How can anyone know this?”

Ohno Takashi felt incredible, flipped the book quickly, swept through the pages quickly, and slammed the book down again. ”Bang”, the book deformed with it, and said loudly in his mouth: ” Baga Yalu! ”