Guandong Yunmengtan

Meng Xiang watched a TV series called "Crossing the Guandong" when he was a child. The story tells the legendary experience of the people in the Guan in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China who were forced by famine and war to go outside Shanhaiguan to make a living. , left a deep impression on him, but at that time he never thought that one day he would embark on the road to the Kanto, but this Kanto is not the same Kanto, not only thousands of miles away from his hometown, but also separated by the rough Sea of ​​Japan.

The Japanese are used to dividing their country into east and west parts, with the three cities of Kyoto, Otsu, and Aisaka as the middle boundary, and the east area with Tokyo as the core is called "Kanto".Since the Edo period, this land has gradually become the political and economic center of Japan. After entering the modern society, it has expanded into a cosmopolitan city, occupying a pivotal position in the global economy. The huge wealth and unlimited opportunities it has attracted countless people. Counting gold diggers from foreign countries.Japanese youths refer to the trip to Tokyo to search for dreams as "Shangjing", but when Meng Xiang studied abroad, he still thought of the three words "Crossing Guandong". At that time, he thought that he would also embark on a romantic and legendary journey. It turned out later that this was pure fantasy.

It is true that Tokyo does have its extraordinary charm. There are many high-rise buildings here, bustling streets, surrounded by green trees and flowers, the beauty of modern and classic is integrated, and the environmental security is better than that of capital cities of the same level.But if you really live in it, you will find that you need to pay a high price to enjoy the beauty of this city, especially the poor and white students studying abroad.

The price here is so high that other parts of the world can’t match it. It costs 40 yen to eat a bowl of ramen, which is equivalent to more than 4000 yuan. Meng Xiang’s hometown, Chengdu, is one of the hub cities in western China, and the average monthly income is not much more than that. 4.5 yuan, which is not enough to rent an apartment of more than ten square meters in the central city of Tokyo. This kind of apartment with relatively good conditions, Meng Xiang, only stayed a few times when he was a guest at a friend's house.During his study abroad, he has been renting various cheap homestays. Most of these houses are relatively old wooden houses in the suburbs of Tokyo. The rent was not less than 6 yen, which made him deeply understand the hardships of the working people in the capitalist society.

This hardship is the price to realize the dream.

Four years ago, Meng Xiang was a sophomore in the oil painting department of Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts. His parents were both art teachers in a middle school in Chengdu. He started to learn sketching and oil painting from kindergarten. After that, he won the first-class scholarship year after year, and he is the key training target of the teacher. It can be said that the red seedlings have a bright future.

However, people in adversity often fall into burnout and confusion due to their stability. Meng Xiang does not have much enthusiasm for painting, and completes it as a habit and homework assigned by his parents. His skills are getting higher and higher, and his inspiration is getting less and less.This feeling is especially evident after entering university. There are so many talented and savvy classmates around. Compared with their enthusiasm for treating the brush as a brother and the canvas as their soul, Meng Xiang feels more and more that his ambition is not here.

So where?

In his sophomore year, he was inspired by a film exhibition held by the students of the Department of Film and Animation next door. The works that participated in the film exhibition were all independently performed and filmed by the students. The concept was independent and the technique was free. Although the quality was not high-quality, it made Meng Xiang’s thinking increasingly rigid. Fully experiencing the charm and inspiration of art also allowed him to clarify his future ambition-the creation of film and television dramas.

To be an excellent director and to shoot the ideal works is defined by him as a brand new goal.

It didn’t take long for this decision to get the support of his family. Meng Xiang’s parents were open to democracy and believed that starting a career should be based on interests, and that dreams can lead to achievements. This is evident from the name they gave their son.The suggestion to study abroad was put forward by Meng’s father. He said that the quality of domestic film and television colleges is uneven, especially the directing professional teachers are not strong, and his son is two years behind others, so he should go to a place with better conditions to study.

The best film schools in the world are concentrated in the United Kingdom and the United States. The cost of studying in these two countries is high. The Meng family is just an ordinary working class and cannot afford it.

Although the Japanese film and television industry is not as developed as Europe and the United States, but the teaching concept is advanced, and it follows the academic route. It has also produced film masters such as Kurosawa Akira, Mizoguchi Kenji and Ozu Yasujiro. The most important thing is that the procedures for studying in Japan are relatively simple and relatively cheap. Cheap.

However, the initial investment of 10,000+ also took up nearly half of the family’s savings. Meng Xiang did not want to crave the old, and strived to support himself after arriving in Japan. He began to work part-time in language school, and lived up to expectations in Tokyo Tama Art in the second year. University Imaging Department.This university was formerly known as the Imperial Art School of Japan, and now it is also the most famous private art university in Japan. The video department he studied has produced many celebrities. Now famous directors such as Naoto Takenaka and Mika Ninagawa are active in the Japanese film and television circle. his predecessors.

The school life at Tama Mei University is both joyful and painful. Happiness is the branches and leaves with many forks, while pain is the backbone, and there is only one—money.

The tuition fees of private universities in Japan are expensive, and art colleges are among the best. Meng Xiang’s annual tuition fee is 120 million yen, equivalent to more than 6 RMB, not including the cost of purchasing various reference books and expensive learning equipment, plus Expenses such as food, lodging, and transportation are overwhelming.Although he studies hard, he can receive the highest scholarship of 30 yen every year, and spend almost all his spare time on part-time jobs to earn money, but he still cannot make ends meet. practice.

This year is the worst, from April to September, I received an ultimatum from the school yesterday, restricting him to pay the tuition fee of 4 in arrears before next Friday, stating that if he does not pay the tuition fee, he will call the Immigration Bureau to complain The visa will be at stake.Meng wanted to find out all his savings. Counting all the coins, the total was 9 yen, which was only enough for him to make ends meet before this month's payday. To make matters worse, he still owed 60 yen in credit card debt.A penny kills a hero. His current situation is that of Qin Qiong in distress. At least Qin Qiong still has a horse that can be pawned. What can he sell?

You can also sell yourself.

Sitting by the lake in the park in the evening, these four words came to him uninvited in his desperate mind. There are two ways for Japanese men to sell their bodies. One is to do coolies, which he is currently doing. The seafood market helps people unload goods. The working hours are from 3 am to 6 am every day, and the hourly wage is 2000 yen.The two paths are just the opposite, the money is quick and relatively easy, but the method is very dirty——becoming a male prostitute.

Male prostitutes in Japan are different from cowherds. Niulang is a legitimate profession. Except for chatting, drinking and laughing, it does not involve erotic services. Japanese law stipulates that international students are not allowed to engage in the custom industry, and those who violate it will be deported, so they cannot work as a cowherd. She works above ground, but Meng Xiang has had the opportunity to be an underground male prostitute several times.There are many "prostitution brokers" stationed in the commercial streets of Shinjuku and Ikebukuro. When they see good-looking young men and women, they will come forward and hand over their business cards to lobby. Meng Xiang has received many such invitations. With a lot of money, he said with bright eyes: "You are the most favored by those rich ladies. If you come to our store, you are qualified to be the top brand. In this way, you can earn an imported sports car within a month."

These people's eyes have been soaked in lotion, and they are the most discerning. Meng Xiang is not like a fashionable Tokyo guy who often paints with paint, powder, and fresh clothes.Handsome eyebrows, clear outline, healthy wheat-colored skin, no scars, no moles, never acne, natural neat teeth, white as shellfish, what's more rare is that he has a height of 1.8 meters [-], which is not common for southerners Tall, engaged in manual labor for many years, he has developed a body that only appears in the domestic migrant workers. His muscles are as strong as a knife and an axe, full of a sense of strength and perseverance.The Japanese are most obsessed with this kind of style. When he was waiting for the bus at the station, he often heard the female high school students around him whispering: "Kakuoi~", even though he had just finished working at that time, he looked tired and crooked, Still can't stop the nympho radio waves coming from all directions.

Being handsome is a blessing given by his parents, and it seems to be the best use for exchanging money, but Meng Xiang is an aspiring young man with strong national self-esteem. He is a dignified Chinese man in a foreign country, so it’s fine if he can’t promote the country’s prestige. Woolen cloth?So every time he sternly refuses the temptation, preferring to be poor but stick to his integrity.

This time...of course I can't betray.

But what about tuition fees! ?If I don’t pay in full next week, I will be complained to the Immigration Bureau. If my visa is cancelled, I will not be able to continue my studies, and the degree I am about to get will also be ruined.

Seeing that the hard work of more than four years is likely to be in vain, he did not know how many pieces of his scalp were scratched.During this period of time, he should go home and sleep to get enough energy to cope with the work in the middle of the night, but today’s sleepiness has killed his sleep, and he is placed on a real brazier for barbecue. The cool autumn wind seems to be fueling the fire, so hurry up Cook his dish and serve it to bad luck.

There was half a leftover rice ball beside him, which was originally his dinner, but his appetite plummeted due to worry, and he lost his appetite after resting for a long time, so he just broke it up and threw it into the lake to feed the fish, the fish here are used to it Feed, one by one reacted quickly, and soon after the rice grains entered the water, ripples appeared on the lake.He flung his hands here and there, dreaming of a poor man—if only there was a goldfish in the school of fish that could make a wish like in a fairy tale, he had no extravagance, but only hoped that it could settle his current debts .

While sighing, a wave of water suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake not far away, like a giant swimming fish moving towards this side quickly.Meng Xiang had never seen such a huge fish in a lake in the park. He immediately jumped off the bench and took a few steps back. At first glance, there was a masked head with wet hair floating on the water.

Hell! ! !

In the middle of the night, this scene suddenly appeared by the lakeside of the quiet park, and a man as brave as a tiger would break out in a cold sweat. Meng Xiang was influenced by Marxism-Leninism since he was a child, but he was a firm theist. He had heard that people had drowned in this lake before. , thinking that some water floater came out at night to find a substitute, growled "Ouch" and wanted to get up and run for his life.At this time, the water ghost hissed at him, and then wiped the hair covering his face to the back of his forehead. The white soft glow of the street lamp painted a beautiful and upright face, with a slender oval face, a small and delicate dripping nose, and a rosy face. Her lips are in a natural M-shape, and the corners of her mouth are naturally turned up, making her look charming and affectionate. The most striking thing is her pair of big, slender, black and white eyes. It's heart-wrenching.

Meng Xiang was an art student with a keen sense of aesthetics. When he saw such a beautiful face, his fear was dispelled by the amazement. He half squatted and half knelt in place, full of doubts.The beauty smiled at him again, held onto the stone edge by the lake, and stretched out a bare arm towards him.

"Please, can you pull me up here?"

The voice is clear and pleasant, but it is a man, and the accent is an authentic Tokyo accent.

Meng wanted to judge that this was a living person and the same sex, so he was much less worried and walked forward slowly.The young man looked up at him, with a bright smile on his face. From his bare shoulders, his upper body was bare, and his skin was as white as freshly picked barley. Somehow, he was reminded of the mermaid in "Pirates of the Caribbean". Can't help being suspicious.

Could this man be a lake monster, trying to trick me into the water and eat him?

Thinking about it, he still held onto the young man's hand hesitantly. After the initial clamminess, warmth bloomed between the palms of the two tightly pressed together. He didn't know whether it was the other party's own body temperature or was infected by his nervous heat.

"Pull me up quickly."

The young man urged with a smile, his eyes narrowed into two petals like drunk peach blossoms, Meng Xiang was startled, and hurriedly pulled hard.With the help of his strength, the young man dexterously climbed ashore, shaking off the water all over the ground.This man has long hands and long legs, and his frame is relatively small among men. He is only wearing a pair of black boxer underwear, which outlines his straight buttocks.Meng Xiang was dazzled by the large expanse of white skin, and couldn't help thinking of sweet cream, so he swallowed saliva reflexively.

"It's so cold."

The young man shook his wet black hair, inserted and combed his slender fingers into the roots of the hair, his movements and gestures were like a beautiful painting.Meng Xiang felt that the scene was beautiful and mysterious, so he couldn't help but ask, "Are you swimming in the lake?"

"No, I took refuge in the water."

The young man smiled slyly, and while Meng Xiang was concentrating, his right hand quietly climbed up to his chest, gently grasping the skirt of his clothes, his red lips parted slightly, as if he was still hiding some unfinished words.Meng Xiang uncontrollably glued his eyes to the two bright red petals, suspecting that he would spit out the curse of the group of demons, but suddenly heard the sound of squatting on the other side of the lake, and a group of people were rushing here in a group.

The young man's soft eyes suddenly flashed like a dagger, he grabbed his collar and yelled: "Oops, those people are chasing you, quickly hide."

Adding another layer of confusion to the unsolved mystery in front of him, Meng Xiang was dragged into the bushes by the lake like falling into a cloud. He found that the young man was tall, almost at the level of his eyebrows, with long legs The thin-waisted male model has a lot of strength, and easily threw him onto the grass with a flick of his hand, almost falling over.

"you……"

"Hush, don't make a sound, or you will die."

Just as Meng Xiang turned over, the young man had already sat on his waist with his hands clasped on his shoulders. He didn't know what this kid was trying to do, so he wanted to raise his head to question, but was suddenly silenced.He petrified on the spot, because what was sealed was nothing but the young man's ruddy and lovely cat's mouth.

I am your ancestor!What are you doing!

The three generations of Meng Xiangjia's ancestors were all out-and-out straight men, and there was no gay code in their DNA. When they were accidentally kissed by a man, a bomb suddenly dropped in their minds, and they just wanted to jump up and fight for their lives.The helpless young man sucked his lips tightly, hooked his arms around his neck, and rolled, the two of them shifted up and down, Meng Xiang became his warm quilt, he became Meng Xiang's cushion, his legs were tightly clamped The waist is wrapped around the legs, and most of them have practiced yoga or dance to be so flexible and powerful.

"My day... did I run into a ghost today!"

Meng Xiang was extremely annoyed and said his local accent, struggling, and the sound of heavy footsteps surrounded them. Those footsteps were different, like metal hitting a stone road. Meng wanted to know that Japanese gangsters like to wear leather shoes with metal heels , he has witnessed it with his own eyes, could it be...

The young man whispered to him: "I tell you to be silent, those people are Yakuza, and they might kill you."

Yakuza is a hooligan in Japanese, which refers to Japanese gangsters. Meng Xiang is a well-behaved man. Where has he seen such a battle? He stuck like glue.Twisting twice, the leaf-changing bushes behind him had been pushed away, and a few beams of bright flashlights and lightsabers were pointed at them, and a strong and rude voice approached and roared: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Meng Xiang intuitively felt that these people were coming towards the person under him, and when he lowered his head, he just looked at him. Under the dim light, the young man's pupils were as quiet as a well, without any panic, as if he turned a deaf ear to the imminent crisis.Looking at him this way, he feels more and more beautiful, with a kind of calm and confident in his ostentation, like a rose with thorns.

This person must be wandering outside a lot, his eyes are more flirtatious than a vixen...

Seeing that the stomach and back were not good at this time, Meng Xiang was only thinking about how to get out in a hurry, the savage behind him yelled again, and wanted to step forward to check if he spoke.Meng Xiang thought that they were probably chasing this young man. Seeing this scene, they would definitely treat him as an accomplice, so he turned around and responded urgently: "Don't, don't take photos, we didn't do anything bad..."

He has a smart mind and a good memory. He easily passed the Japanese level-[-] test in the first year of studying abroad. Unfortunately, due to the limitation of his articulation, he only speaks Chengdu dialect with a standard pronunciation, and the rest, whether it is Mandarin, English, or Japanese, has a subtle salt-and-pepper accent.At the beginning, I was a little timid and afraid of being laughed at, but soon I found that the Japanese also have different dialects. The accents in areas like Toyama Prefecture and Shimane Prefecture are even more outrageous than my own, so I feel free to speak freely.

At this moment, his out-of-key Japanese just served as a cover, and the brut immediately asked, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Yes Yes."

"Which country?"

Meng Xiang always keeps in mind the sense of mission of the sons and daughters of China, and must never embarrass the motherland under any circumstances. He replied without hesitation: "I, I am Korean."

He responded with a series of jokes, and a young guy sneered: "I guess this guy is Korean, and they love playing wild games in the park."

The brash man seemed to be the leader of the group, he kept dignified while laughing, and continued to interrogate Meng Xiang: "Did someone pass by just now?"

Meng Xiang shook his head straight, his attitude was calmer: "We are busy with things, so we don't have time to care about other things, please move the light away, please? It's dazzling."

The hooligans laughed again, but the light net intertwined on him dissipated. Japan is a polite society, and even the hooligans are quite polite. The rogue said to him: "I'm sorry to bother you." and led the people to search elsewhere. .When the sound of footsteps faded away, Meng Xiang finally took a breath, and then took a deep breath. Immediately, a delicate fragrance penetrated his nostrils and penetrated his lungs.The source of the fragrance is of course the person lying under him. He swam in the water for a while, and even the long-lasting perfume and balm were washed away, so the fragrance of pheasant can only come from the body in his skin. Fragrant, smell it carefully, it smells like hormones.

"You son of a bitch, get up for me!"

Meng Xiang stood up furiously, patted the fallen leaves stuck to his body, and was about to have a good argument with this hooligan troublemaker, the young man also changed into a sitting position, with a slight smile on his face.

"ありがとう. (Thank you)"

Meng Xiang swore in Chengdu dialect: "Thank you!", and then changed to Japanese after he got off the hook, and asked him, "What the hell are you doing? Why are those people chasing you?"

The young man replied calmly: "I'm sorry, this is my privacy."

The Japanese are socially estranged and regard inquiring about privacy as a taboo. Meng Xiang couldn't overcome this gap, accusing him of being a hooligan and making himself look like a mother-in-law, so he had to admit that he was unlucky, and said with a dark face: "Well, I wish you luck, goodbye. "

Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, the young man attracted him like a magnet again, and smiled charmingly: "You saved me, I should thank you very much."

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"Hey, why are you wearing my clothes?"

Meng Xiang came back to his senses and found that his sports pants had been put on the young man's legs, and the outer shirt had been stripped off at some point, leaving only the vest and briefs on his body.He got up in embarrassment to ask for it back, but the other party suddenly used a hook to let him perform dog eating and shit, and when he fell to the ground, he accidentally held down his second child, and instantly experienced the gap from heaven to hell, moaning and unable to move .

"Lend me the clothes first, and then return them to you later."

The young man bent down and patted his face, said goodbye in a coquettish tone, waved to him after walking out of the grass, then turned around and sank into the deep night.

Meng Xiang was so annoyed that he hammered the ground with both fists in vain, gritted his teeth and cursed: "I just bumped into a ghost today!"

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