Chief Oda won't complain

Specifically how to time travel, and Xingyue's advice on the initial development of abilities, and some other things that Xingyue told me in private, these are very trivial and complicated, so I won't recall them in detail.

The time after time travel is probably a few days earlier than the prologue at the beginning of the "story", but Xingyue doesn't know exactly how many days.

She couldn't assist me in my actions, so I stayed on the outside of the world alone: ​​"I want to try to build a stable channel between the two worlds. If it succeeds, Uncle Odasaku will be able to travel freely between the two worlds. "

I was in awe, and felt that what Xingyue was going to do was far more powerful than what I was going to do.

When I actually set foot in Yokohama, a different world, I found it brighter and more vibrant than I imagined.

She is not the depressive atmosphere and tense environment of the classic genre films in the "story" I have seen, and it is not different from the ordinary reality I love.

I entered the city early in the morning, the port mafia time of night is over.So I am free to arrange my own itinerary.

Facing the morning light, I thought about what I most want to do now.

Sure enough, what I want to do most now is to have a meal of curry.

With an inexplicable pilgrimage-like mentality, I miraculously and very smoothly found the western restaurant of the uncle in this world. The uncle was yawning and preparing ingredients in the back kitchen.

This is exactly the same as the old version of the western restaurant in my memory.When the old memories that have been gone suddenly come back to me, it makes me feel very fresh.

When I pushed the door open, I couldn't help groping with my palm against the door, awakening the familiar touch from the depths of my memory, like a ritual.

Looking for the movement from the back kitchen, I found the uncle, and found that he was bending over and stuffing a large bag of onions into the cabinet with difficulty.His belly was so big that he had to hold his breath, and his face was flushed.

"Let me do it……"

I reached out naturally and finished the job for the uncle.

The uncle turned his head and looked at me unexpectedly: "Why did Xiao Zhi come so early today?"

"It's all right."

I thought about it, and tentatively asked, "How are the children?"

When the word "children" was not out of my mouth, I felt a bit of difficulty brought about by the strangeness, but the feeling of actually saying it was unexpectedly smooth.

The uncle stood up straight with his hands on the cabinet, took a breath and replied: "Of course the children are the same, what else is different? They are still a bunch of mischievous and lawless annoying people. But now they are sleeping, and only When you are asleep, it makes you worry, like a little angel. By the way, Xiao Zhi hasn't had breakfast yet, so I'll make it for you?"

We don’t even need to mention the word “old style” between us. The uncle made me a spicy curry by default.

I carefully scraped the plates to make sure nothing was wasted.

The uncle was on the side, seeing me laugh like this: "There is no need to eat so carefully."

I answered seriously: "Deliciousness is absolutely undeniable."

Now that I have eaten the curry I have been longing for, what should I do next?

I walked up to the second floor lightly, so as not to wake up the sleeping children with heavy footsteps. I remember that the "story" wrote that this place has a children's living room and a utility room.I got into the utility room first, and I was familiar with everything stored in it.

It felt a bit like a treasure hunt.Uncle's clutter mixed with another one of mine.But they are not completely mixed together, roughly occupying one side of each other.

Both the cigarette and the gun were successfully found, and they were stored in a high place out of the reach of the children, and they were placed a little haphazardly.

I tidied up all kinds of sundries, tried to maintain the gun while studying, and then loaded the bullets with me, and the smoke was to wipe off the dust on the surface and put it back to its original place.

Two seconds later, I was very worried and ejected all the bullets one by one, leaving only an empty gun on my body.

In the end, I found the most surprising thing in this treasure hunt—it was a book composed of three volumes, the author is Natsume Soseki.

The book is well protected and tightly wrapped in kraft paper. Opening it is like opening a gift full of heart, and it is also the most desirable gift for me.

When I found this, I knew I had to start reading right away.Because I can't help it!

I have long wanted to know what kind of masterpiece it is, and it actually made another me so obsessed with it that I changed jobs decisively, and even directly gave birth to a dream of writing.

I don't think I'm an impulsive person, and I don't follow other people's advice casually.So this book must be very, very well written.

I sat down on the wooden box in the utility room, and regardless of the poor conditions, I picked up the book and read eagerly.

Then I found out that it really is a masterpiece.

It does not mean that this book has reached the highest peak of human literature.As the saying goes, there is no first thing in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. Literary works are actually difficult to define. This book does not use any amazing writing skills, nor does it reflect any thought-provoking social issues.

But in my heart, the story touched me so deeply that it was at the top of my personal favorites list.

As a Mandarin teacher, I read a lot, which also allows me to understand more intuitively how suitable this book is for me.

It seems to be tailor-made for me, not only in line with my three views, but also has the forward-looking role of guiding and broadening thinking.

The feeling of reading it is very warm, as if there is a kind teacher teaching me silently.

Like a breeze blowing on the face, and like a spring balcony full of untended plants growing crookedly in one corner.

The story has a temperament, and the temperament of this book is just like the mediocre crowd in the market every day, full of trivial things, full of smoke and fire, and it is particularly attractive because of the real feeling.

No wonder the other me was captivated by this book, and now I am also captivated by it.

When I read about where it was cut, I felt scratched.The most critical part of the whole story has disappeared, so that the emotions are not coherent. I wish I could immediately find out the author and force him to tell me the ending.

However, in fact, calm down and think about it, I seem to have already known the ending.

In connection with the previous article, we can know that the cut part is mainly about the killer, one of the characters on the stage, explaining his reasons for not killing people anymore.

What is that reason?

I read another life of myself like a story.I know why he no longer kills, why he died, and how he understood the meaning of self-redemption at the moment of death.

He hasn't really continued to write the ending, but I have read the ending of the "story" described in his life.

The ending was unsatisfactory, at least as far as I know, everyone who participated in the book club gave a firm negative review.

I feel bad too, so I'm here for a change.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were clear, and I no longer had any obsession with the missing content of the book.

I rewrapped it and put it down, suddenly wanting to meet the author.I want to thank him personally.

Thanks to this wonderful story, I seem to have a hazy inspiration.

I had no idea about my own writing, and I couldn't understand what Xingyue meant when she said that writing was good for developing abilities.

After all, I never wanted to be a novelist. When I was suddenly asked to write, the first thing that popped up in my heart was resistance.

But now, I realize that I actually wanted to write.At least one vague outline has appeared in my mind, and I want to describe it from the bottom of my heart, and I want to use words to bring it from the fictional world to reality.

The so-called helplessness in life is the so-called world.

Why did I never think to write about it?I suddenly couldn't understand the old me.

Patiently excited, I left the utility room to find that the children had risen and had breakfasted and were now going upstairs, and we happened to be facing each other on the narrow stairs.

I hadn't imagined five kids in advance.But when I actually saw them, I felt that they were exactly as I imagined.

They are small, healthy, with bright eyes, and I can't help but smile when I see them, they are very cute.

"Okay, big brother Oda, you hide here secretly by yourself, are you trying to scare us?"

"It was so badly hidden, we weren't scared at all!"

"That is to say, and Brother Oda is so childish and embarrassing."

"Although it's so naive, we don't hate it!"

"Well, I was actually a little scared, I felt my heart beat faster..."

"That feeling is a surprise, and it's different from being frightened."

The children surrounded me and entered their living room while talking to each other.

The living room transformed from the old conference room is as small as the living room in my apartment building, warm and messy. I helped them clean up the crayons scattered on the floor, chatted happily with them, and played with them game.

If this is all the work of a kindergarten teacher, I suddenly feel that this work is not as difficult as I imagined, and I am more or less enjoying it.

For a few days after that, I went back to the western restaurant in my spare time to spend time with the children.

I quickly got used to the new life, and I also handed over the children’s living expenses to the uncle as usual. I did the chores assigned to me by the port mafia. Criticism and wage deductions are fine.

After all, I will not continue to work according to the plan, and those who are going to change jobs will inevitably feel confident.

All in all, my new life is going pretty well.

One day I found a newspaper clipping in a drawer, which said that an elementary school in Yokohama had officially resumed normal enrollment.

Apparently another me was thinking about sending the kids to school, and now that he's away, I don't feel like I can delay that, so I decided to take responsibility and get it done.

After I made up my mind, I explained it to the children.And their expressions at that time reminded me of a word—bolt from the blue.

This caused them to refuse to give me another smile, and even Saku Le, who loves to laugh the most, put on a serious face, as if thinking about important issues related to the safety of the world, extremely painful and complicated.

I don't know how to enlighten them, just like I still don't know how to teach Inosuke's Mandarin class well.

The author has something to say: Mr. Mao Mao is a prophet, he must write a book of prophecy.I have always believed that he is the one who read the script.