I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 197 Who Likes Jade Feet

"Ah, this"

Daigo Matsuoka felt embarrassed and wanted to refuse. It was really inappropriate and a bit against the will of heaven for an adult who was nearly thirty years old to accept a treat from a student who was less than twenty years old and had not yet entered society.

But he was really hungry, his face flushed, he didn't dare to look at Dong Yeyu, hesitating: "How can I do this, this..."

Saburo Oda was cooking noodles in the kitchen. He glanced at Daigo Matsuoka, shook his head and advised, "Matsuoka-kun, you are in your thirties, but you are not as smart as Higashino-kun, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student. Can you be full with this? Everyone has difficulties. If someone offers help, you should accept it with gratitude."

Actually, if you think about it, I’m almost forty years old in my two lives combined, although most of that time was spent in school.

Higashino Yu thought to himself and waved his hand as if he didn't care. It's just a bowl of soba noodles, less than a thousand yen.

Just treat it as a party for the wandering self back then, and let the kindness be passed on.

"Just consider it as my reward for the song you played just now. It's a really good song, and sounds fresh and natural. Is it original? What's its name?" Dong Ye Yu broke open the disposable chopsticks and asked while scraping off the burrs from each other with two chopsticks.

Speaking of music, Matsuoka Daigo became much calmer and nodded: "Rebirth."

Rebirth? Dong Yeyu twitched his lips and fell silent.

The name "Rebirth" is not very good, it's unlucky. The number of times the Rebirth horse has died is equal to the number of players in Apex.

So many righteous curses were like a DDOS attack, and the fortune of the name Rebirth might even be damaged.

"Is this a bad name?" Matsuoka Daigo observed Higashino Yu's expression and asked quickly.

"No." Dong Yeyu shook his head. "I just associated this name with something else. It's a good name, but I suggest you change it."

People who engage in art are usually very stubborn, and Matsuoka Daigo is no exception. After hearing what Higashino Yu said, he pondered for two seconds and smiled a polite refusal.

"This name symbolizes my liberation from a life that is too predictable to be understood at a glance, and finding something I truly love, which has a special meaning, so -"

"It's okay. I don't know much about music. I was just saying it casually. Don't take it seriously."

Dong Yeyu smiled and asked, "Isn't Mr. Matsuoka a local?"

Matsuoka Daigo shook his head and said, "My hometown is in Kamakura. I just messed around in Tokyo for a few years and lived in Kita-Ayase for several years. I am grateful to Mr. Oda for taking care of me."

"I haven't seen Mr. Matsuoka much before."

"Because before, I either practiced guitar and wrote songs at home, or taught people to play guitar, and sometimes I had to do odd jobs, so I didn't come here often."

"Oh, I see. If you are from Kamakura, Mr. Matsuoka, I heard there are many monsters there? It is called the capital of monsters, so you will definitely encounter some strange things if you live there. But it is not far from Tokyo, so it is still very convenient if you work here."

Dong Yeyu answered thoughtfully.

"I did hear a lot of rumors about monsters when I was a kid, some of which sounded true, but most of them were proven to be false in the end. I think they were probably rumors deliberately spread by the local government or some tourist attractions to attract tourists. As for work--"

Matsuoka Daigo showed a nostalgic look, and then he smiled bitterly: "I can't say that I work in Tokyo. I'm just an unemployed vagrant. I've been wandering around Tokyo for nearly ten years with unrealistic dreams. I didn't even finish college. Until now, I'm just a loser who has accomplished nothing."

People say that the flowers in Luoyang are in full bloom, but I came here in the wrong time, it is not spring. Most people who are frustrated probably have this feeling.

Only a few people have the open-mindedness and optimism of "Who says there is no spring in three winters? The iceberg is high and the silver is thousands of miles away."

"That's too much. I believe that Mr. Matsuoka's talent will eventually be put to good use."

Dong Yeyu comforted.

But in fact, people in Tokyo, whether they are musicians or idols, are very competitive. If they don’t have extraordinary talent, most of them will gradually drown in this city that never sleeps.

After nearly ten years of experience, Daigo Matsuoka understood this truth, but auspicious words always sound good, so he smiled as if he was comforted.

"The noodles are here! Oda handmade soba noodles, eat them while they're hot!"

Saburo Oda brought two small bamboo baskets and placed them in front of the two people. Each basket was filled with a large ball of soba noodles, which was much larger than the portion in izakaya or soba shops outside.

The noodles have just been cooked and rinsed with cold water. They look chewy and moist, which makes people very appetizing.

As he spoke, he brought over two things that looked like teacups, filled with dark sauce.

This kind of cup is actually called a buckwheat pig's mouth cup. Japanese people like to dip buckwheat noodles in this kind of quilt when eating.

Buckwheat juice is lighter in color than soy sauce. As for the taste, it can be regarded as diluted soy sauce with broth added, which has a salty and fresh taste.

Finally, they took out a grind and a rhizome of some plant.

"'Wasabi'~, a little spicy, put less." Saburo Oda said with a smile on his face.

It is called wasabi, but it is actually horseradish. A fresh one costs only a few hundred yen and is not worth much. The reason it is called wasabi is just a joke between regular customers and the boss.

After all, given the price of wasabi, a stick of fresh, high-quality wasabi can cost up to 20,000 or 30,000 yen, and few customers are willing to spend on it at Mr. Oda's small izakaya.

Dong Yeyu first ground some horseradish into a pig's mouth cup, handed the horseradish to Matsuoka Daigo, and then said, "I'm ready."

In fact, Japanese people used to eat more buckwheat noodles during the Chinese New Year, but now it has developed to the point where it is enjoyed all year round, just like rice dumplings.

Besides, isn’t today the Chinese New Year?

Pick up the buckwheat noodles, dip them in the sauce, and put them into your mouth. An indescribable feeling of satisfaction comes over you. I have to say that noodles are really a dish that can easily bring people a sense of happiness.

After eating and drinking, Saburo Oda served two free cups of oolong tea, then wiped the sweat off his face, sat on the general's bench, and looked at Daigo Matsuoka.

"What are your plans for the future, Matsuoka-san?"

"Planning?"

Daigo Matsuoka glanced at the guitar placed beside him and remained silent for a long time. The light from the pub shone on his face, and the shadows confused his expression.

"Actually, my sister called me yesterday and told me that my grandmother passed away and my father is still in the hospital due to overwork. I came here to say goodbye to you. I have to go back to attend the funeral. After I go back, I may not come to Tokyo again. I plan to inherit the family fish shop."

His tone was full of reluctance.

I guess, there is still a fish shop to inherit? The smile on Dong Yeyu's face disappeared, and I returned the kindness I had given to the hungry and poor.

But it is true that Tokyo has sent away another frustrated person. Dong Yeyu felt a little sad, but he could not empathize with them. He is a more practical person. He has dreams, but he does not regard dreams as the whole of life. Therefore, he can never understand these people who chase their dreams like moths to a flame.

In order to get that one in a million chance, I would rather waste half my life, throw away everything, and abandon everything, just to fight for that one in a million probability.

Can't I pursue my dreams if I just live and work well?

Of course, this is a bit too extreme. At least Matsuoka is quite good at playing the guitar, and he might be able to support himself as a wandering singer - in my opinion as an outsider.

Oda Saburo nodded: "It's a down-to-earth idea. Yes, I always think that people need to eat their fill before they have the energy to pursue their dreams."

As he spoke, he raised his teacup and clinked it with Matsuoka Daigo's. "Have a good trip. If you have time to visit Tokyo in the future, you can come to our store and have a visit."

Matsuoka Daigo smiled somewhat embarrassedly and offered a cup of tea to Higashino Yu.

"If you two come to Kamakura in the future, please let me host you. My home is in a small town near Shichirigahama, and there are many places worth visiting."

"sure."

As he spoke, he picked up his guitar, his face flushed, "Let me play a few more songs for you two!"

"Good!" Saburo Oda said with a smile, and Higashino Yu applauded.

Matsuoka Daigo nodded heavily, stood up, and plucked the strings a few times with his light and flexible fingers to tune them. Then he showed a confident and intoxicated look and smiled, "After ten years of wasting time, street singer Matsuoka Daigo will sing for you--"

At this time, there were two guests at the door. They were two office workers in suits, smelling a little of alcohol. It seemed that they came here for a second fight.

After coming in and seeing the situation inside the izakaya, I was stunned for a second, not knowing whether I should come in.

It was not until Saburo Oda's cheerful welcome was sounded that the two of them came in with a smile, sat down, and without asking why, ordered food and wine, and then pretended to be quietly listening.

Along with the lyrical and refreshing piano music, the man's slightly vicissitudes of life voice sounded.

"You taught me what life is, but I still can't forget you."

"There is no substitute for a souvenir of love, and loneliness does not go with it."

Soon the solo a cappella song was finished.
"Good!" The four people present applauded and cheered enthusiastically.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'll take my leave now."

After Daigo Matsuoka finished singing, he bowed to Higashino Yu and Oda Saburo with his guitar and said goodbye in a casual manner.

"Mr./Mr. Matsuoka, have a nice trip."

After Daigo Matsuoka left, Higashino Yu ordered some more food, packed up and left the izakaya.

There wasn't much to pack, just a small pot of sake that Xiuji had promised, a bag of fried peanuts, and a plate of fried tofu to offer to Chunyuan.

Although it was indeed Chun Yuan who rescued Sayuri just now, I still had to ask to feel at ease.

I came to the small shrine belonging to Chunyuan outside the apartment. It was already late at night. The street was deserted. Each street lamp drew a circle of light under itself, and other buildings were submerged in the gradient shadows.

Just after putting down the fried tofu and before asking Chunyuan, Dongye Yu heard a noise. He turned around and found Yu Zi hiding behind the wall not far away and sticking his little head out.

"Miko?"

It’s so late, why is this girl here?

Dong Yeyu was puzzled and hurried over to ask, "Why are you here instead of sleeping at home? Do Grandpa Iori and Grandma Iori know?"

Yuko was standing by the wall at the corner of the street, leaning on a cane. Her thick, slightly curly brown-red hair was not tied up, but just let down, looking particularly fluffy. There was a faint blush on her fair face, and beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead. Her eyes were sparkling like stars.

She was wearing a white nightgown, and her fair, slender neck and delicate and lovely collarbone were exposed in the dim street lights, with green curves that were about to bloom below.

The nightgown only reached her calves, her fair skin was a little dazzling, her small ankles were exposed, her toes like jade beads occasionally moved cutely, a pair of clogs that matched the delicate feet of the princess held this amazing treasure.
Is that you, nose?
Nose: You haven't been freed from your restraints since then, please face reality.

Dong Ye Yu felt strange. It was just a pair of jade feet. Who would like such a thing?

At the same time, it was even more strange why Miko had to run such a long distance in wooden clogs - her body was not fully recovered yet, and she still couldn't get rid of her cane, so it must be very troublesome to walk in a pair of wooden clogs.

And he ran out after eleven o'clock. Even though this place is only about one kilometer away from the shrine, there are quite a few stairs to go up and down.

I had to cross a road and walk through the long shrine entrance in the town forest, still wearing a thin nightgown.
Even within Chunyuan's jurisdiction, this girl is really bold. Although she has a petite figure, she is only fifteen years old after all. Isn't she afraid of encountering a pervert?

Yu Zi glanced at Dong Yeyu, her eyes were as misty as the winter spring, her gaze was clear and ethereal, then she lowered her butterfly-like eyelashes and shook her head: "Grandpa and grandma don't know."

Dong Yeyu frowned: "So you ran away secretly? Is there something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Miko actually pondered seriously for two seconds, then raised her head and looked at Higashino Yu: "Higashino Nissan, please don't hurt Feiyi, okay."

"Fei Yi?"

"The crow monster that Tono Nissan mentioned yesterday."

Dong Yeyu was stunned for a second: "Isn't her name Sayuri?"

Miko shook her head: "Her name is Tobi Otsu. Sayuri is a name someone gave her. She said she didn't like it."

"If it's a good monster, I won't hurt it, but I can't confirm Feiyi's current situation, and she has been targeted by the Ministry of Religion, Culture, Science and Technology for stealing things."

Dong Ye Yu said this and thought for two seconds, remembering that Chun Yuan’s action tonight might also be related to Yu Zi?

"Was it Miko who asked Haruhara to save Feiyi tonight?" asked Higashino Yu.

Upon hearing this, Miko's thin and petite body stiffened slightly. She pursed her thin lips nervously, remained silent for a few seconds, nodded, and added: "Haruhara said that she is not a bad monster. Although stealing is indeed bad, this crime is not serious enough to kill her."

Chun Yuan has rarely interfered in the affairs of the mortal world, so his sudden action this time was both reasonable and unexpected.

But if it was Miko's request, then it would be understandable.

Miko looked up and saw that Higashino Yu was frowning in thought. She waited for a few seconds, and when he still didn't speak, she cautiously took a few steps closer with her cane: "Is Higashino Nissan angry with Miko?"

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