15 years in business

"Foreigners, please go here."

When entering the customs, the frontier guard pointed to the foreign passageway lined up on the other side.

Ninagawa sighed, carrying his Japanese passport between his hands, and went straight past the border guards.

Before boarding the plane, he briefly sorted out the information given to him by the lawyer: Kunio killed six people. He had just had a conflict with the male owner of the house. When the two had a dispute while drinking together, Kunio accidentally killed the male. The master, being seen by his wife, did nothing but commit this massacre. Among the dead were three minors, the youngest of whom was only four years old. It would be cheap to let him eat a gun him.

Kunio's lawyer suggested that the focus of the defense should be on his family life, creating an image of a widower who has worked hard to raise his children. Maybe the judge will change the death sentence to life imprisonment because he still has a trace of humanity.

The lawyer spat out a lot of pros and cons on the other end of the phone, and finally implored Ninagawa to testify in court, telling some short stories about the "warmth" between father and son.

Takahashi Kazuhiko's original words were: "In this case, if you shed a few more tears, the public will definitely buy it."

Sitting in the taxi, Ninagawa smiled wryly, "How could a lawyer be willing to defend someone like him?"

Kazuhiko knocked sideways: "Mr. Ninagawa is your father, do you want to lose him?"

"I've lost him a long time ago, from the day I left home." Ninagawa put the phone a little far away, "The 'missing society' has always been like this in Japan, right?"

"No fate society" refers to a society that is not connected by feelings. After children grow up and leave home, they seldom contact their parents. The only time they meet may be at a funeral, separated by a black-clothed mortician and a monk who recites scriptures.

Kazuhiko was a little anxious: "Anyway, please meet me first!"

Ninagawa put the phone farther away, turned her head, and stared at the glowing screen: "The signal is not good, so I won't talk about it."

Say to the taxi driver, "Go to Kabukicho."

Kabukicho is full of various genre clubs, with all kinds of sexual orientations. At night, their respective signboards are hung up, forming a bright and obscene world of lights.

Ninagawa walked into a Japanese-style building called "Ikkido", and a handsome young man in a kimono stepped forward: "Are you two together?"

He subconsciously turned his head and found a man wearing a peaked cap behind him, who habitually denied it: "No..."

Before Ninagawa had time to identify whether this man was a paparazzi, he crossed Ninagawa roughly and plunged into the first private room on the left.

The boy had never met such an impolite guest before, so he smiled awkwardly at Ninagawa: "Then please follow me."

The interior and exterior decoration of "Ikkido" is all modeled after the style of the Edo period, with lanterns instead of modern lighting. There are more than a dozen low tables on the ground floor, and different guests sit at separate tables. The stage for performances is in the center and the terrain is slightly higher. , separated by four canals, the water is covered with a layer of fine sand, reflecting pale golden light.

A dark blue kimono and a handful of shamisen hung on the wall.

The pattern used in the kimono is the pattern of waves from Kanagawa. Ninagawa saw the shape of the waves familiar to her, and her thoughts drifted back to the Mid-Autumn Festival four years ago. The package Li Yu sent was also wrapped in paper with this pattern.

He sat down by the wall where the kimono was hung, ordered wine and fried chicken nuggets, got himself half-drunk without saying a word, saw a man sitting beside him, his figure was similar to Li Yu, and he didn't want to choose, She rushed forward, raised her wine glass to his lips, and said in Mandarin: "I like you so much..."

The man drank the wine in the glass cooperatively: "Stop making trouble, I'm going to drive later."

Added with great desire to survive: "I like you too."

Ningagawa was taken aback, thinking that high-end custom places are different, why are there still people who are proficient in foreign languages, on second thought, those who can speak foreign languages ​​are even better, and became more and more involved in the drama, pestering him and refusing to let him go: "No, you Stay with me for a while."

After speaking, he picked a "fried chicken nugget" from the plate, which was actually a lemon, and he was about to feed it to the man. His teeth were grinding the pulp of the lemon, and the juice burst in his mouth. trickle down.

Not only did the man not reject the lemon, but he also licked Ninagawa's small chin, inserted his five fingers into his hair, and combed it down habitually...

Hey, what about his black hair?

Duan Mingzhang looked down: "What the hell?"

Ren Ninagawa: "Damn!"

Tu Shan came back from the bathroom: "Damn it?!"

With three voices of national curses, Tu Shan pulled Duan Mingzhang behind him, looked at the drunken young man, but couldn't tell which country he was from, and said, "The boundless end of the world is my love?"

"At the foot of the rolling green hills..."

Tu Shan interrupted Ninagawa's instinctive reaction: "Okay, okay, I know you are one of my own."

After checking that Duan Mingzhang was not missing an arm or a leg, he patted him on the back of the waist, and said to Ninagawa, "What were you doing just now?"

Ninagawa innocent: "I thought he was a cowherd."

Duan Mingzhang is even more innocent: "I thought he was you."

"Tsk, are you itchy again..." Tu Shan made a gesture to beat him up, but in the end there was only a loud thunder and light rain, and he lit two cigarettes, one for himself and one for Duan Mingzhang, and the two looked at each other speechlessly , found that under the baking of nicotine and tar, no matter how beautiful the skin is, it will loosen. Tu Shan is not a long-haired wanderer, and Duan Mingzhang can hardly be regarded as the handsome prince of the capital.

After the turmoil of that year subsided, Tu Shan obeyed Duan Mingzhang’s wishes and moved to Tokyo, Japan for a long-term stay. Duan Mingzhang’s damaged head recovered a little bit, and he can remember some things recently, but the memory is intermittent, and sometimes he can think of himself The retelling is sometimes like a blank sheet of paper, and the state is extremely unstable.

From old to old, Duan Mingzhang's expression was as pure as hell when his brain was down, he was no worse than young and young. Are you not afraid of kidney deficiency if you come out to whore?"

Ningagawa kicked the door of the cupboard bluntly: "Don't be afraid, I am subject."

"Then you can't come to this kind of place."

Tu Shan's legs and feet are inconvenient. When he was sitting on the tatami, he had to use his upper body to move his position. Seeing this, Duan Mingzhang tacitly gave him his hand and asked him to hold his hand for strength.

Tu Shan successfully moved his position, and continued to educate the younger generation earnestly: "Little friend, for the sake of the same sexual orientation, listen to my brother's advice, go back quickly."

Duan Mingzhang supported Tu Shan's arm and said, "Yes, and this one is also a shou."

"Aren't you owed! Beat!", Tu Shan rhythmically punched Duan Mingzhang twice on the shoulder, the latter laughed muffledly, switched the other shoulder, and asked, "Do you want to do it again?", looking tit for tat In fact, it was flirting at all, and invisibly sprinkled a lot of dog food.

Ninagawa felt even more uncomfortable: "My dad's lawsuit will start tomorrow, so why don't I come and relax?"

He briefly talked about what Kunio did, and wanted to scare off this nosy stranger, but the other party seemed to be more enthusiastic.

"Hey." Tu Shan was half surprised and half puzzled, "Why is your father even more beastly than mine?"

Ninagawa: "Ah? What do you mean?"

Tu Shan concluded happily: "You don't want him to be exonerated, but you also think it's too heartless not to show up, right?"

"Yes."

"It's easy to handle, come here with your ears," Tu Shan triumphantly hooked his fingers at him, "I'll teach you."

Tu Shan murmured in Ninagawa's ear for a long time, even Duan Mingzhang didn't listen, and asked him for credit after speaking: "How is it?"

Ninagawa didn't express anything special, he poured himself another full glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down, muttering to himself: "I can only do this."

After drinking, he was dizzy again, and he lay down on the table in a dazed state, motionless like an unwinding object.

In a daze, Ninagawa heard someone asking, "Is there a performance tonight?"

The waiter who greeted Ninagawa just now said, "I'm sorry, it's only available tomorrow."

The guest showed regret: "Ah... what a pity."

After getting drunk, Ninagawa felt that the whole body was whizzing out of air-conditioning, and she couldn't sleep well. She swayed and straightened up, leaning on the edge of the table with one hand, and asked sleepily, "What show?"

Duan Mingzhang: "It's the shamisen, playing and dancing at the same time. The specialty here is a performance every other day."

Tu Shan: "How do you know so clearly?"

"Of course it is to show you." Duan Mingzhang told Tu Shan Shunmao, "I did my homework earlier."

Tu Shan: "Then you brought me here without a performance today! Are you lying to ghosts?"

After speaking, he straightened his upper body with the strength of his waist, and rushed forward with lightning speed. The two of them got into a mess, flirting, and once again deeply hurt the single dog next to him.

Ninagawa rubbed the rim of the cup lightly: "Shamisen? That's no problem."

He shook the wine glass, pulled off the kimono on the wall in the splashing water, put it on his shoulders, took off the shamisen, tuned it a little, and hugged it in his arms.

The waiter was stunned by this operation: "Guest! You can't move!"

Ninagawa passed the waiter and said indifferently, "I'll buy it later."

He waded through the thin canal barefoot, stepped onto the stage, and improvised an opening pose, which aroused booing from the audience.

"Ting Gao is looking forward to the extreme, and the lotus in the river has not yet returned. He is sick but has no strength. Kuang Wan's fans are gradually thinning out, and his clothes are beginning to be unwrapped, and the stream of light passes through the gap."

This is the lyrics of an ancient song from the Tang Dynasty. Ninagawa got it by accident. He couldn't understand it, so he threw it to Li Yu, who composed the song within a few days. According to the habit of removing Shangyin, the tune has a strong Japanese style.

Ninagawa was dancing on the stage, with his wide sleeves fully unfolded, the lantern above his head was swaying and spinning, the shadows of the lights and the moon were intertwined, the moment he danced, his eyes fell on the strange guest, with deep affection, as if he had already fallen in love with someone else Full life.

Li Yu sat in a corner where no one could notice. For the first time, he discovered that Ninagawa had such passionate eyes.

He plucked the strings in the intertwined light and shadow: "The flute is in the mountains, and the willows are in the squares. There is no news when the red falls. The dark water is full of dark water, and the green is trickling. It has been drifting for a long time, what is the meaning now, drunk and lying on the side of the wine."

The sound of the music was like pearls and jade, and it seemed to reverberate when it fell on the wooden floor. Duan Mingzhang listened carefully: "The complete lyrics and music in "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" have been lost. Que is in his hands."

Tu Shan doesn't have such a high aesthetic, so he thinks it sounds good: "This kid can do it, and the masters are among the people."

Duan Mingzhang disagreed: "It's just a trick, and it's only suitable for performing in this kind of place."

"The bar is fine." Tu Shan took his elbow and stabbed Duan Mingzhang's sensitive parts fiercely.

Duan Mingzhang has already figured out these ways, and cleverly turned his side to let Tu Shan jump into the air, hugged his waist, and stuffed it into his arms in a ball: "Don't make trouble, listen. Song."

After Ningagawa sang, the sleeves suddenly unfolded, the silver thread on the embroidery shone brightly, and the sliver of brilliance exploded, tumbling up and down, almost dazzling, and there was a round of applause from the audience, and he smiled, as if he really enjoyed it .

Gao Zhifeng lowered the brim of his hat, kept pressing the shutter, and captured every side of the people on the stage who were loafing in the camera. He was about to call Wu Xiangping to report that the trip was fruitful, but someone tapped him on the shoulder. He was twisted behind his back and pressed against the wall.

"Say." A deep and thick male voice came from behind, "Which family!"

Gao Zhifeng's mouth was stiff, and he kept yelling: "What? Which one is it?! I don't know!"

"Don't play dumb." Li Yu pressed his head onto the tatami and rolled it down hard, "Otherwise I'll find someone to beat you to death."

The applause gradually weakened, Gao Zhifeng shouted ouch, hoping that someone would find him, Li Yu snorted coldly, dragged him into the box with his backhand, threw him inside, and closed the sliding door.

He stood up and flexed his muscles briefly: "Ask again, which company is it?"

Gao Zhifeng was cornered and had nowhere to escape. Li Yu looked really scary. "Finding someone to beat you to death" didn't sound like just talking, so he couldn't help but feel guilty, and sold Wu Xiangping casually: "I Say, I say! I'm Xiang Ping's old classmate, she wants to leave her job and doesn't want to hang out in the circle anymore, so let me take some photos and finally make a fortune from you..."

The more Gao Zhifeng spoke, his voice became weaker, and finally he shrank his neck guiltily: "That's all, believe it or not."

He had already printed out the photos he took at the hotel and kept them at home. Gao Zhifeng secretly praised himself for his foresight, and chimed in: "Look, are they all here?"

There are only photos of Ninagawa dancing in a kimono in the camera, and the date is marked on today, December 12th, and there is nothing else tricky to see. I'll see you again."

"Hey! Hey! Get out now." Gao Zhifeng was about to roll and crawl as if he had been pardoned.

"Wait." Li Yu stopped him.

Gao Zhifeng was so frightened that he pressed his back against the door: "What do you want to do?"

Li Yu took off his peaked cap, put it on by himself, and then waved his hand: "It's fine, let's go."

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For the story of Tu Shan and Duan Mingzhang, please go to "Full-time Killer", it is over, don't worry, jump into the pit~