The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 102 The Boy in My Heart (15)

Yang Yi stood by the side of the road, watching two people punching and kicking each other on the ground, cursing at each other, but he didn't seem to want to go up to help, because he really didn't know which one he should help. They were both his friends, except that one of them had grown up.

"I've been dead for so long..." Yang Yi sighed, "Nobunaga is already this old, everyone should have started a family, right?"

A cigarette was handed over from the side.

"Would you like one?" Qian Xiaoyi asked.

"Ah, thank you." Yang Yi took the cigarette and Qian Xiaoyi lit it for him. Yang Yi took a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring. He asked curiously, "What brand of cigarette is this? It feels good to smoke. It makes me feel much clearer. Is it a new brand?"

"I rolled it myself." Qian Xiaoyi smiled and stood with Yang Yi, watching the fight between the two Kurodas, just like watching a play. After watching for a while, Qian Xiaoyi asked casually, "How do you feel now? You know you are dead."

Yang Yi said dimly, "It feels like a dream. That day seemed to have happened just yesterday. In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed... But now I'm awake and it's time for me to go. Thank you for the cigarette, my stranger." He finished the cigarette in one breath, threw it away and stomped it out, then walked towards the far end of the tunnel.

"You're just leaving like that?" Qian Xiaoyi asked, "Aren't you going to say hello to them?"

"Haha~ If that's the case, I don't want to leave." Yang Yi laughed carefreely and said, "Let the old people live in our memories. If they stay here shamelessly, it will bother Nobunaga. That's it... Oh, by the way, I haven't said this yet - Yo Lu is so miserable! My friend."

Yang Yi waved without looking back and walked deeper into the tunnel. When he passed by Nuhumaru, he patted the car, and Nuhumaru actually made a slight roar, as if responding to him. Then, Yang Yi walked farther and farther away with his hands in his pockets, his figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared in the tunnel.

Qian Xiaoyi watched Yang Yi leave completely, then turned his gaze to the other side. The two Kurodas were already lying on the ground, without the strength to fight anymore.

"Have you had enough of this, little brat?" The middle-aged Kuroda's breathing was like a broken bellows, gasping violently.

"Old man, you have no strength left, right?" The young Kuroda was not much weaker, but he still said stubbornly: "Aren't you convinced yet?"

The middle-aged Kuroda replied: "You can say whatever you want."

Young Kuroda smiled, and after a while he asked, "Will you ride it again in the future? Nuhumaru, she's a good girl."

"No." The middle-aged Kuroda said, "I am not worthy of her, and what's more... I already have a new partner now."

"Where is it? Did you bring it?" Young Kuroda looked up slightly and saw the truck. He suddenly realized, "Oh~ That one, it doesn't look that good. Is it easy to drive?"

"It's not easy to drive." The middle-aged Kuroda replied, "It was already second-hand when I bought it, and there were always some minor problems. I don't know how many times I had to repair it. But even so, I got used to it unconsciously. Not long after Sachiko was born, she began to accompany me. My daughter's first can of milk powder, the cosmetics I gave to my wife, the home appliances at home, my cigarettes, they were all brought to me by her. Later, the mortgage, car loan, and daily necessities... Well, after talking to you like this, I realized that she really gave me a lot in the past ten years."

"Isn't this a great car?" Young Kuroda laughed, "It's not unfair that Nuhumaru lost!"

"Yes, it's really great." The middle-aged Kuroda also laughed, tears streaming down his face as he laughed.

"Me!" Then, the middle-aged Kuroda said loudly: "I will never compromise easily again. I have understood that the meaning of compromise is to protect the important things in your heart, not the things themselves! If a person regards compromise itself as maturity, then he is already dead!"

"That's a nice point!" Young Kuroda gave a thumbs up and shouted, "Come on, me! Don't give up again!"

The middle-aged Kuroda said: "Of course! Who do you think I am? I am..."

Young Kuroda interjected, "Night Ghost Niku no Tiger?"

"No." Kuroda Nobunaga was lying on the road alone, muttering, "I am... Kuroda Nobunaga!"

He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but the next moment, he felt someone pulling his collar and shaking his body.

"Nobunaga! Nobunaga! Are you okay? Hey, wake up, don't scare me!"

Kuroda Nobunaga opened his eyes and stared at Kameo. He found that his truck was parked steadily an inch in front of the finish wall and did not hit it at all.

"You really... scared me." Guiwei breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "You suddenly rushed in in a truck like a madman. Do you know that I was almost scared to death? You are such a worrying guy... Hey, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at..."

Guiwei followed Kuroda Nobunaga's gaze and saw the four big characters "Yakiniku" written on the wall outside the car window. Maybe because of the wind pressure caused when Kuroda drove in before, all the photos originally pasted on the wall were blown down, leaving only the old photo in the center. In the photo, the old members of Yakiniku were happily gathered together and making funny faces, and Yangyi in the middle of the photo was smiling brightly at him.

"Yangyi, thank you, and..." Kuroda Nobunaga said, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Hey, Nobunaga?" Gumi followed him and looked at him worriedly.

Unexpectedly, Kuroda Nobunaga actually knelt down in front of the pickup truck, knocked his head on the ground, and burst into tears: "Thank you! Thank you for your company for more than ten years! Thank you for never having any accidents over the years! I'm sorry for ignoring you for several years, wuwaa ...

In the corner of the tunnel, Qian Xiaoyi stopped pushing the Nuhuwan and looked at an old man crying in pain, and remained silent. Qian Xiaoyi knew that what he was thankful for was not a lifeless car, but the experience and peace of driving that car for more than ten years.

"Heitaro, you know what? I actually hate the people in this city. They are cold, selfish, and numb. I even looked down on the ghosts here before." Qian Xiaoyi said, "Due to some historical reasons, I have a little prejudice against the people of this country, but now I realize that ordinary people are the same everywhere. The more light shines from the ordinary, the more precious and dazzling it is."

"..." After hearing these words, Inuyama Heita felt a little touched, but he didn't know how to express it.

"There is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life." Ajian said in a vicissitudes of life: "——by Romain Rolland."

Qian Xiaoyi and Inuyama Heita looked at him in surprise. Qian Xiaoyi said, "You are quite good at talking."

Takeru smiled slightly: "Would I say this is Masaki-chan's favorite quote from "Tokimeki Bishoujo Adventure"? "

"You've ruined the atmosphere, you fat otaku." Qian Xiaoyi sighed, then gave Inuyama Heita a look and said, "We should leave now. If we don't leave now, Mr. Guwei will come after us."

He nodded at the motorcycle that Inuyama Heita was pushing over to him. Nuhuomaru was fine, but the motorcycle that Gumi lent him was in a terrible state. The front of the car was crooked and the paint on the body was badly worn out. It seemed that it needed a major overhaul.

"Who is ruining the atmosphere?" Ajian complained.

So, while the people inside hadn't noticed yet, they sneaked out of the tunnel and rode away on their scooters.

"I feel hungry. Let's go get some midnight snack."

"Ohhh, midnight snack! Inuyama, can you let me possess you for a moment? I want to eat too!"

"No, you've eaten too much."

"Just eat a little bit, just a little bit~"

"Mr. Jian, your understanding of one thing may be a little different from that of normal people..."

Under the starry sky, they drove noisily on the road towards the city.

(End of this chapter)