I am a god in Tokyo

In his long fragmented and incomplete memory, new images emerged.

"father!"

It was a cute little girl with short blonde hair and a dress, but she couldn't see her face clearly.

who is it--

"Amin."

Behind the girl, a woman walked slowly. She was gentle and virtuous, but she couldn't see her face clearly.

Who are you--

The woman is holding the girl, standing in the warm-toned park, either smiling or laughing at the homeless man.

"Take care of our daughter."

next moment,

The picture changed suddenly, there was a strong wind and rain outside the window, thunder and lightning, and the gentle woman who couldn't see her face was lying on the hospital bed, gently holding his hand, and said so.

The homeless man stretched forward as if trying to grab something, and suddenly came to his senses.

Still that park,

That was this afternoon.

The cicadas sing endlessly, like a dream.

pS: [-] offer

Chapter 100 Haruo Tsuchimikado

The memory picture gradually dissipated, and was swallowed by the muddle again.

The homeless man stretched out his hand in vain, trying to grab the memory back, but he curled up on the bench in pain and sorrow.

finally,

He forgot women, he forgot girls.

But keep that period of sadness and pain.

"I want to protect her."

He murmured, but was sad because he couldn't think of the object to protect.

The homeless man got up and dragged himself out of the park.

He walked on the hot street in the midsummer afternoon, looking at urban men and women who were holding umbrellas, or sitting in the window blowing air conditioners on the street. The homeless just walked away silently, avoiding the vicious sun as much as possible, walking in the shade.

The life of the homeless not long ago was a day when the homeless were poor but stable.

And left the park,

He did not seek help from the government as Daisuke Katayama had asked, but he was still walking in the city in a daze,

But compared to the beginning, he already has the survival experience of a tramp.

Picking up bottles can be exchanged for rare money,

Convenience stores and supermarkets also throw out expired food in the middle of the night to find what is barely edible.

Government workers and homeless relief associations also distribute food every day, but they need to pick it up at homeless gathering places, and most homeless people are extremely xenophobic.

After the homeless man left the park, he never joined any homeless group.

He picks up bottles during the day and sleeps in the park or under the pier at night.

I will also rely on expired food from convenience stores to fill my stomach.

Unlike other people who suffer from diarrhea after eating expired food, his stomach seems to be made of iron. As long as it is edible, there will be no physical abnormalities... Daisuke Katayama often jokes that his physique is the most Suitable for wandering.

It was Daisuke Katayama who taught him,

Tramps are not beggars, and they must have their own dignity.

The homeless man thought of the food distributed by the government when he was still in the park, and once again distributed beef brisket with potatoes.

The potatoes are soft and glutinous, and the beef brisket is juicy, which melts in one bite.

It's a pity that only one piece was eaten, and the rest was snatched away.

"Gollum."

The bum's belly protested again.

I haven't eaten much in the past few days. I just rely on the tap water in the park to support my body.

He moved his nose slightly and smelled a faint fragrance.

'French baked snails and Parisian lobster. '

The tramp looked up.

It's already the beginning of the lights, the neon lights are brewing, the streets are full of people coming and going, and there are foreign restaurants on both sides.

At some point, he reached the port area.

Minato Ward is the wealthiest area in Tokyo with the most foreigners, which can be seen from the white men and women everywhere on the streets.

It's just that everyone subconsciously avoided him.

People in other areas will have similar behaviors, but not as obvious as those in the port area—but all this is already a habit for the homeless man, and his eyes fell on the glass window.

It was a French restaurant with a beautiful environment.

There are also smiling, well-dressed families dining.

The child among them felt his gaze and turned his head to say something to his father. After a while, a waiter came up and drew the curtains to block his sight.

'grunt'

Hungry even more.

The homeless man walked on. He had no money, so he could only go to the convenience store to try his luck to see if there was any expired food to fill his stomach.

however,

Luck did not favor him today.

I searched several convenience stores in a row, but found nothing.

Family Mart.

A man with short gray hair and nasolabial folds stood in front of the refrigerator, rubbing his chin and staring at the beer on display.

The young lady in the shop was helpless.

"Guest, you have been here for more than ten minutes, what are you looking for?"

"We're all adults working all day, it's hard work, isn't it?"

The man pushed on his sunglasses, his eyes vicissitudes.

Under his piercing eyes, the clerk nodded unconsciously, expressing emotion.

"It's very hard work!"

"Then if you can have a bottle of cold beer at this time to relieve the fatigue of the day, isn't that too much to ask?"

The clerk recalled returning to the rental house exhausted, if only she could have a bottle of beer and lean on the floor under the air conditioner.

How relaxing should that be?

"That boy in my family only limits my daily change to within [-] yen. Uncle, I raise my son and daughter alone, but I can't even satisfy this wish."

His eyes suddenly became lonely.

A single father with two children works hard every day, but he can't even afford to buy a bottle of beer.

The clerk's eye sockets became moist all of a sudden.

She opened the freezer, took out the cold beer, bought it with her own money, and stuffed it into the man's hand.

"Uncle, please work hard to live!"

The man looked at the beer in the bag, his expression moved, and he thanked the kind clerk.

push the door out,

"The Baiyin family's money-saving technique has earned a bottle of beer."

The man who walked out of the convenience store was about to take the beer home and enjoy it slowly, when he suddenly looked up and saw the homeless man in front of the convenience store.

This homeless man with sloppy hair, sloppy clothes, and only clean hands stood in front of the convenience store, looking at the bread in the window.

His expression was confused and stupefied.

Immediately afterwards, the homeless man's stomach made a long protest. He stroked his stomach, but his expression didn't change.

Then, turn around and leave.

The man looked at the back of the homeless man, thought for a while, and walked into the convenience store again.

'grunt'

The hunger is getting stronger.

Homeless people no longer think about food. They just want to find a park, fill themselves with water, go to bed early, and get through this difficult day.

At this time,

Someone quickly stopped him.

The homeless man looked up, and it was a strange man he had never seen before.

The man handed him the unopened curry bread, and said flatly, "Take it and eat it, you are too hungry to walk, I have experienced that feeling."

The tramp looked down at the bread.

Taste buds began to secrete liquid, and reason collapsed in the face of hunger.

He reached out tremblingly, but stopped.

"I can't."

The tramp's voice was hoarse.

"I'm not a beggar and I don't accept handouts."

"sorry."

He rejects the stranger's offer and walks away from the side.

The man was a little dazed, looked at the bread in his hand, and scratched his hair.

"It's just a piece of bread. Will I remember how many pieces of bread I gave away?"

This character of not accepting charity reminded him of his own children.

in the past,

When encountering such a person who does not accept kindness, he will not force it, but when he sees this homeless man, he seems to see himself in the past.

At that time, my factory went bankrupt, my family’s financial situation plummeted, and even my wife left me with their daughter.

When falling from heaven to hell,

Men have also experienced despair, and thought about leaving regardless, living a muddle-headed life.

It was the son's cry that cheered him up.

Without praying to anyone, I picked up my dilapidated home again.

The homeless man in front of him is very similar to him who just went bankrupt,

From those clean hands, one can see his last struggle with his appearance, never accept the food that comes from him, and see his remaining dignity... and his eyes, as if looking for something?

low sigh,

The man stepped forward again and stopped the homeless man.