When Xiamushu stood on the roof to face the setting sun, he remembered the afternoon when he met the white stone linen clothes. Memory is like catching rain with your hands, trying to remember. But always forget. Looking at the setting sun, Xiamu gargles his mind back to that time, Japan in 2004.
Tokyo, Japan
The Boeing 747 from China to Japan has landed at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, and the passengers on board have stepped out of the aircraft passage.
The slightly warm weather made Xiamushu feel uncomfortable just coming out of the comfortable cabin. It was a sunny day, but the whole body seemed to be cold in the midwinter. This made him shiver.
Squinting his eyes, he looked up at the sun in the sky. A sense of absurdity welled up in my heart, "How did I come here?" Shake my head, expel the idea out of my mind, and keep up with the pace of the parents ahead.
"Dad" sounded a little hoarse from Xia Fu's ear, "How long will it be?"
"Why are you worried?"
"Almost" Xia Mu Shu yawned and looked tired. "I just want to find a place to sleep."
"Still asleep," Xia Mu, who had never said a word, asked, "I have slept all the way on the plane. Now I can sleep again. Do you want to play devil at night?"
"No," he shook his head feebly, and the whole person seemed to have no spirit. "It was just tiredness."
After leaving the customs, a group of three people stepped out of the gate of the airport. Cars come and go outside the airport. Xia Mushu suddenly remembered the tide near the trestle. They were all running and tireless. The towering building seemed to place him in a forest of steel and cement, like a grain of sand, surrounded by the crowd.
Following his parents, he came to Tokyo Station and watched the milky express train slowly drive in, which made him feel uneasy. Quietly poked his father and asked in a low voice.
"Is that why you came to Japan this time?"
"Yes," his father gave him a positive answer. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry to ask you to come with us from the second day of the junior high school. Obviously you can stay at home, but it's just our selfishness. We let you fly across the sea with us. However, I hope you can bear it and go back in less than a year and a half."
"Oh," Xia Mu smiled bitterly, looked up at his father, and said in a tone without a trace of emotion, "It's OK. It's already like this anyway. It's no use complaining. It's better to be optimistic, open up, and embrace a new and beautiful era."
That said, there was nothing happy on his face. Then he said, "It's a pity that I lent my classmates the game machine!!!! My game machine! My game machine
"Wait a minute", Xia Fu seemed to catch some highlights, "You just said your last sentence again?"
"It's all cheap. My heart aches."
"No, last sentence."
"I worked hard to get through the game console."
"I... I hide in the quilt at midnight every day and work hard to file."
When she said this, Natsume Soe's voice turned down a few minutes, and she dared not look at her father directly. He kept avoiding his eyes.
"Wife, I..."
"Dad, if you dare to tell me, I will tell my mother about the private money you hid in the mezzanine under my bed!" Seeing that he was about to betray his father, Xia Mu Shu threatened fiercely. "Then, hum hum, we will die together!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Not far away, Xia Mu, who was looking at the map, turned her head and dragged her luggage, "What's wrong? I just heard you call me?"
"Well, I..."
"My father just meant to say that he wanted to take you shopping, yes, shopping, he just found a place that looked very good." With that, Natsume picked up the map and pointed to a place, "It's here, look..." Before he finished, Natsume took a cold breath, whispered Natsume and shouted, "Boy, look! Where is it?"
"That's not it? I'll go..." When I saw the place where he pointed, Natsume Soseki unconsciously took a breath, and helped his forehead to say, "Lie trough, why did I point to Shinjuku?" The subconscious put the map in his father's arms, "Come on, Dad, I'll watch you, come on!"
When Xia Fu just turned his head to explain, he met Xia Mu's eyes, who looked expectant. The words he wanted to explain were blocked in his throat. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Yes, here it is."
Then there was their chirping, which made Xia Mu Shu, who was standing in front, roll her eyes silently. I don't listen to you. Every once in a while, a pedestrian enters the station.
A few hours later, the distance of more than 140 kilometers came to an end. The carriage stopped steadily in front of Numata Station. After a short bell, the door opened. Follow the crowd who got off the bus and Natsume went out of the station.
Entering the street in front of the station, the whole place looks slightly shabby, but it has another feeling: flat farmland, low buildings, wood brick houses. As far as you can see, you can see the shadow of the mountain. Take a deep breath. It's as tasteless as Tokyo.
Xia Fu wiped the sweat on his head and took out a small piece of paper from his wallet. The sun was scorching, and he kept using the help of the map. Constantly study its specific route.
Referring to the buildings on both sides of the road and with the help of residents, we finally managed to reach the destination, a common brick and wood structure with two floors. Like the house of Nobi Daxiong in Doraemon. It seems that the ordinary wooden house has been around for some years, but fortunately, this house has a small flower circle and a small pond. There are some koi in it.
Looking at the word "Xia" written at the door, the group couldn't help laughing.
Opening the door, the room was empty, with only a few pieces of furniture covered with cloth to cover the dust. The hallway is tidy. There is only one solid wood shoe rack. The peeling paint indicates that the shoe rack is old.
A welcoming hall full of harmony, gently stepped on it, and the touch of tatami came.
"Let's open it and pave it again." Xia Mu pointed at it, which looked like tatami for some years. "It's not expensive anyway. How about choosing a material you like?"
"Yes," father and son have no opinion.
