My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

July 9th, five o'clock in the evening.

A small truck parked at the entrance of the Suwo Canteen.

"Miss Suwo, please count the ingredients for today."

"Thank you very much, let's go with a cup of tea."

Suga Riri came out with a cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Ito who had brought the ingredients.

"Thank you..." Mr. Ito took the tea. He is a pig demon who is easily satisfied. Because of a small cup of tea, he can't see his teeth with a smile.

I have to say that the round pie face is indeed a bit simple and honest, really like a pig.

Most of the monsters' human figures are indeed related to the body. For example, Mr. Kuroki really looks like a gentle white tabby cat, while Mr. Maeda, who has two beards, looks a little treacherous.

After counting the ingredients, cleaning and sanitation, the Suwo Canteen is about to start a new night's business.

"Good evening, Miss Suwo."

In the drizzle, a simple monk wearing a coarse cloth blue coat, gray trousers and leggings opened the curtain and walked in.

Su Wo Li Yi was shocked, and then smiled faintly.

"Mage Ono, long time no see."

"An eel sushi roll, a bowl of soba noodles in clear soup, and a pot of sake."

"Okay, the wine is at the bar. You can get it yourself. I'll prepare the dishes."

Coming to the bar, on the smooth and shiny glass of the wine cabinet, Ono Masato saw his shadow. There is not much change, except that the skin that cannot be covered by the collar is filled with red spots, and there are two bags on the forehead. It seems that something will pierce the skin from the inside at any time.

When it rains, the flowers bloom and die. Insects will be eaten by frogs, frogs will be eaten by birds, and become dry, empty shells after death. This generation is dead, and the next generation takes its place. It's just natural laws, no big deal.

Ono Masato stared at his ugly and sharp claws, thinking that it wasn't that his body was really inconvenient to use.

After more than 20 minutes, Suga Riya brought out the eel sushi and clear soup soba noodles, sat down and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ono Masato took a sip of sake, "Not so good."

"How long can it last?"

"I guess it won't work tomorrow evening."

"That's good." Su Wo Liyi also poured herself a glass, and said nonchalantly: "These days, I am about to be annoyed by the kid named Fujiwara. When tomorrow evening, everything can come to a result. Up."

"Haha..." Ono Masato smiled heartily, took a bite of noodles, and said while chewing: "That kid is pretty good, Miss Su, you have to be careful."

"Master Xiaoye, is the noodles that I cook bad?"

"It's delicious, why?"

"Then why can't you stop your mouth?"

"It's the last meal, eat slowly, not in a hurry."

"That's a pity." Su Wo Li Yi sighed, her voice was pleasant.

The door curtain was opened, and as the footsteps remembered, Ibaraki Boy, who was nearly two meters tall and had two mini elk horns on his forehead, walked into the canteen.

"Long time no see." After the three nodded to each other, Su Wo Liyi asked, "What can I eat?"

"No." Ibaraki Shizi sat on the high stool next to Ono Masato, "just drink some wine, do you have red wine?"

"Only whiskey."

"Alright."

After the whiskey was served, Ibaraki Toko poured a small half into the glass, watched the color tone for a while, then sipped a lightly, closing his eyes to let the smell of wine permeate his body.

"The taste is very subtle," he said, "not sweet, not spicy, simple and light."

Su Wo Li Yi smiled faintly, "You old classmates talk, I will avoid it."

After she disappeared, Ibaraki Doko raised the whiskey in the glass in his hand and touched the ceramic cup with sake in Ono Masato's hand.

"We haven't had a drink together in a long time."

"Yeah." Ono Masato sighed. "Every time you get together, you will have a long talk when you drink too much. If you listen too much, it will be annoying."

Doko Ibaraki propped one arm on the countertop, resting his chin in his hand, "I contracted a foul disease in Waseda in those years."

"Waseda..." Masato Ono looked at the halo from the light of the bar, his vision became a little blurred.

"When I first entered university, I was drawn into the "United Red Army." To be honest, I didn't know what it was. As soon as I joined, they told me to read Max, and I had to participate in political speeches and get together."

"It's helpless, but it's not fresh." At this point, Ono Masato smiled, and then said: "There is no way, I have to go home and read Max. But I can't read it at all, I can't read it anyway. Understand. Then, in speeches and parties, they told me that it doesn’t matter whether I understand or not. I just need to know that I’m doing the right thing. I was wondering at the time, I didn’t even know what I was doing, how could I Are you sure you are doing the right thing?"

"At the party, because I didn’t understand what they were saying, I asked. What is the so-called imperialist exploitation? What does it have to do with the East India Company? The so-called smashing of the industry-university alliance means that you can’t get capital after graduating from university. Is the company taking a job? But no one explained it to me."

"Ibaraki, you should understand this, right?"

"Of course." Ibaraki nodded, "I went to Waseda just to understand this."

Ono Masato asked: "Can you tell me something?"

Ibaraki took a sip of whiskey and spit out a murky alcohol. "It's normal for the common people to not understand this, because the common people are an exploited group. In those four years, I understood what is meant by "revolution" and what is meant by "reforming society." "Since I came out of university, I have been thinking that if civilians continue to be exploited, this country will not get better. I think we must try to stop it, and we must find a way to change it."

About five minutes later, Ono Masato said melancholy: "The deepest thing in my memory is that once I attended a midnight rally with you. When I was confused in the crowd, Mihoko brought her and did it for me and you. Ten rice **** with fried eggs in them and seaweed on the outside."

Ibaraki Doko frowned for a while, and wondered: "When did it happen, why don't I know?"

"Of course you don't know." Ono Masato shook his head, "Those rice balls, as soon as they were delivered to me, they were snatched away. Those who **** them over ate them while complaining why Mihoko only put them in the rice balls. Fried eggs, why not put salmon and cod roe."

Ibaraki was silent.

"Don't you think it's a jerk?" Ono Masato took a sip of sake, and his tone was filled with rare anger. "At that time, I was so angry that I couldn't even speak. Those who talked about ideals openly snatched someone else's supper. , Even if they **** it, they are still arguing about it, what is this?"

Ibaraki Dozi asked: "At that time, did you doubt it?"

"Not yet, but after that night, I understood that I may not be a person doing big things." Ono Masato smiled helplessly. "Later, the Red Movement was suppressed by the authorities. I was with you and caused trouble all day long. The students have graduated from college."

"When I get back to my senses, the political season is over. The red wave that seems to be enough to shake the times is like a kite that has lost its rope, falling to the ground and disappearing from people's sight."

"Yes." Ibaraki Douzi smiled regretfully. "It's really a pity, I thought it would be successful at that time."

After speaking, he raised his cup, "Come on, let's make a toast."

"Cheers." Ono Masato raised the cup and slammed it together, then he whispered a few words. "At that time we had dreams, about literature, about love, about the dream of changing the world. Now we drink late at night, when the glasses meet, it is the sound of broken dreams."

After drinking, the glass and ceramic cups were placed on the bar together with a crisp sound.

"Ibaraki, I have something to ask you."

"you said."

Masato Ono poured another glass of wine before he continued: "After graduating from college, I cut my hair short, dressed in a suit, and worked in a publishing house. The one who impressed me the most about that company was not the boss, colleague, nor Customers. They are tax bureau officials who come to the door every once in a while."

"Every time they come to check, it's like a gang of gangs calling for debt collection. What? There is only one account book? Is it really a real income and expenditure record? All the receipts are taken! If you can't find a satisfactory result, they will send out coldly. Complaining, why is the income so low? Is it concealing it for tax evasion? Once I couldn’t bear it, and I stood up and said: The income is less because you can’t make money. If you want to collect more taxes, go for more. Those people who have the money will collect it at home!"

"Cough cough..." Ibaraki Doko was choked with whiskey. After coughing a few times, he asked with a weird smile: "What happened later?"

"Later?" Ono Masato said helplessly: "I was fired from the company the next day. The boss told me at the time that he was very optimistic about me, but for the sake of his family's source of livelihood, he could only reluctantly fire me."

"Understand and understand." Ibaraki nodded and said sympathetically: "If you offend the tax bureau, it would be worse than offending the prime minister."

"So, the question I want to ask you is..." Ono Masato drank the glass of sake he had just poured and asked, "If you can succeed, will the attitude of the tax bureau officials change?"

Ibaraki Douzi replied honestly: "Maybe not."

"So, I didn't believe in those a long time ago, now I only believe in love."

"What about your love?"

"No, it was robbed by a sixteen-year-old boy."

"Hahaha... hiccup~ um!"

Masato Ono wrinkled her face like a bitter gourd, and said in a distressed tone: "Although this is really funny, as an old classmate, can you not gloat for misfortune?"

"Sorry...haha..." Ibaraki Doko clutched his stomach and lay on the counter, twitching violently, "I really can't bear it, hahaha...Sixteen years old..."

"I really hope that someday the person you like is also liked by him."

"The person I like? That doesn't exist at all. All I like is the great revolutionary cause."

"You are really a boring monster. I hope that Suwo canteen can blacklist you." Ono Masato finished his last sip of sake and jumped off the high stool. "Go, you won't have to listen to your long talks anymore. Thinking about it, I still feel very happy."

"Wait..." Ibaraki Doko stopped him and pointed to the red broken arm in his hand, "Why did you connect this broken arm to yourself? You should know that when the broken arm completely swallows you After your body, you will never come back."

Masato Ono recalled for a while and said: "After all, I experienced the turbulent campus struggle era. For better or worse, I have survived from that era."

"I thought very seriously that I used to be an anti-capitalist person, but now I live in an area dominated by a more developed capitalist logic. To put it all in one thousand words, I also doubted it. . So I want to try it. It’s better if it’s not what you said. But I can’t agree with your approach, so I had to make me not me and get involved.”

After speaking, Ono Masato bowed slightly with her hands folded, and smiled heartily when she raised her head.

This is the last smile he left in this world.

Ibaraki took a sip of whiskey and quietly put the glass back on the countertop. Did not leave, just sat on the side of the bar, silently thinking about something.

It rained again outside the door, and the cafeteria's business hours had arrived. Some familiar old customers slowly approached the cafeteria.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Kuroki walked in holding an umbrella.

"Good evening, Mr. Kuroki." Su Wo Liyi smiled and handed a towel.

"No, I brought it myself today. I always trouble you." Mr. Kuroki waved his hand, took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water stains on his body.

"It's the same, a pot of sake and a grilled saury."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Su Wo Liyi got into the back kitchen, and it didn't take long before she walked out again.

Mr. Maeda didn’t know when he was here. He was sitting next to Mr. Kuroki, and he was instilling thoughts such as "Monster life is short and happy in time" and "As long as there is love, whatever reproductive isolation is there". .

Mr. Kuroki was also as usual, smiling apologetically every time, and didn't listen at all.

Suga Liyi walked over, put the wine and the fish down, looked at the rat demon, and said half-jokingly: "Mr. Maeda, if you disturb my guests again, I will blacklist you."

"Where is it..." Mr. Maeda raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender, "An omelet rice, a 500ml can of Asahi beer, sorry for that."

Suga Riri tilted her head slightly, bent over, and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Maeda, wait a moment, the delicious omelet rice will be delivered soon, but please don't disturb Mr. Kuroki's meal before that."

Mr. Rat Demon who kept his two-faced beard immediately covered his mouth and kept nodding his head.

When Su Wo Liyi walked out carrying the omelet rice, he still did that move, covering his mouth without saying a word. When she looked at her, her expression seemed to be showing off like a child: "Look, I'm very good and didn't speak."

When the omelet rice was placed on the table, Mr. Maeda released his hand, took a few exaggerated deep breaths, and complained: "It's almost suffocating the mouse. If you come out later, Miss Su, maybe I will become history. The first monster to be smothered to death by himself."

Suga Riya put down the vegetables, and turned around to add a bucket of ice to Ibaraki Boy. A layer of dew soon appeared on the periphery of the wooden ice bucket, dropping drop by drop on the white wood bar.

Then back to the bar, she remembered about Ono Masato.

The great monk with a cheerful personality will never be seen again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although it is a pity, this is helpless.

Just like the ice cubes added to the whiskey will slowly disappear, people, in the long river of time, will disappear one after another.

Some disappeared quickly, disappearing instantly like being cut off, while others took a long time to fade away gradually.

Su Wo Liyi thought, if one day I disappear too, when will the last person in this world who remember me forget me?

While she was thinking about these things, Fujiwara Star opened the curtain and walked in.

At first glance, he saw Suga Riya in the bar, and at the second glance, he saw Ibaraki Doko sitting on a high stool in the corner of the bar.

At this moment, Ibaraki Doko turned his head and looked around and shook the glass in his hand.

"Shall we talk?" he asked.

Fujiwara Starry sky nodded and sat next to him.