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Since Wakamatsu Koji's injury was not serious and it seemed to be nothing serious, Nakamura Masahiro had nothing to worry about. After the visit, he rushed to Tokyo non-stop, the dream that has fascinated countless Japanese citizens.

Land.

There was no trace of the imaginary grand welcome. The person who greeted Nakamura Masahiro was just an experienced section manager from TBS TV station. I don’t know if it was because he was older or because he lacked energy due to frequent overtime work. This section manager looked a little depressed.

, a miserable state.

From this point of view, TBS TV station does not attach great importance to Nakamura Masahiro. Also, a fledgling new director, even if he is nominated for the Berlin Film Festival, is still not enough to watch compared to TBS TV station, which is a Japanese media giant.
"Hello, I am Masahiro Nakamura. I have come to TBS TV station to assume the role of supervisor of the Taiwanese celebration drama."

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but Masahiro Nakamura concealed his emotions very well. As a nobody worth mentioning, you must have corresponding awareness, otherwise there will be many uncomfortable things.
"Hello, Director Nakamura."

He nodded at Nakamura Masahiro, and the section chief's response was very sincere. He took a look at Nakamura Masahiro's dusty appearance, and guessed that the other party should be here in a hurry, so he immediately made a plan in his mind.

"It's not too early now, why don't we arrange for you to go to the hotel to rest first, and we will discuss the follow-up matters later."

"Hi, sorry to trouble you."

He didn't feel much at first, but after hearing the other party's appropriate arrangement, Nakamura Masahiro was instantly overwhelmed by fatigue, and he accepted the other party's kind arrangement in a relaxed heart.

"You're welcome, this is my duty."

The section chief's smile filled his face, and even the wrinkles that had aged with time seemed to be rising. He took the initiative to take the luggage from Nakamura Masahiro, and then took Nakamura Masahiro to the hotel to stay.

After a simple tidying up, Nakamura Masahiro took a bath. As the warm water washed his body, he seemed to relax, and his worries seemed to be taken away. His whole body suddenly became much more relaxed.

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It's like a mountaineer who is stumbling with heavy cargo on his back. After arriving at the destination on the top of the mountain, he unloads everything. The feeling of relief is comparable to that of a caged chick regaining freedom and fluttering its wings into the infinite.

The endless vast sky.

Of course, for Masahiro Nakamura, this relief is just a short moment of leisure. After all, the journey of life is still very long, just like a marathon that requires perseverance. Even if you run unremittingly on the road to the end, it will not be enough.

We will take appropriate rest and adjustments.

Wearing a bathrobe and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Nakamura Masahiro quietly looked at the scene outside the window, feeling extremely calm. In contrast, the world outside the window was noisy and lively, and the dream of feasting and feasting was filled wantonly, as if it were invisible.

The waves are surging one after another.

As the sky slowly darkens, the originally bright world gradually loses its warmth and becomes colorful. Various colors are mixed together, like scribblings, forming colorful patterns.

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Through the dim light, you can vaguely see the faint fog curling up in some corners, and occasionally some figures flash or shake. Although you can't see the details, you can roughly guess that they are on the roadside.

Business rooftop.

With a thought in his heart, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly had the idea of ​​going to Yatai to eat something. Although the hotel can provide many delicacies, which are relatively high-end, in terms of taste, there is not necessarily a better Yatai.

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So, Nakamura Masahiro immediately took action. He casually changed into casual clothes, walked out of the room, took the descending elevator, and quickly left the hotel where he stayed.

Following the sense of direction left in his impression, Nakamura Masahiro blended into the flow of people coming and going on the street, walking slowly like a leisurely stroll. The noisy sounds, speeding vehicles, crisscrossing flow of people, and gorgeous neon lights complement each other.<

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After a while, Masahiro Nakamura arrived at the place, and sure enough, he saw some rooftops that were open for business from a distance. The rising fog filled the air wantonly, like a protective layer, and slowly finally climbed up.

in the air, and then dissipated quietly.

Along with the noisy noises, pedestrians who wanted to dine walked into the roof, and guests who were full of wine and food walked out of the roof one after another, saying some words from time to time.

Of course, some drunk guests fell down on the roadside just a few steps away from the rooftop. Regardless of the surprised looks and disdainful looks of passers-by, they just lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Get up.

Nakamura Masahiro was more or less used to it. He just glanced at the obstacle on the ground casually, then moved slightly away from the direction, and walked around without expression.

Following the pedestrians in front of him, Masahiro Nakamura stepped into a rooftop that was currently open for business. He opened the door curtain and was greeted by the mist and the deafening noise.

Different from the relatively small terraces in Kanazawa's hometown, the one in front of us covers a large area and is comparable to an izakaya. The diners chatted freely while eating the food, without the usual pretense of being cautious.

The boss of Yatai has been busy in the back kitchen, calling loudly from time to time, asking the proprietress who is walking back and forth to serve the guests to go to the back kitchen and bring out each guest's portion of the prepared meal.

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The landlady replied, and then continued to work back and forth with her hands and feet. Taking advantage of the gap, she plunged into the kitchen, and suddenly emerged with a plate filled with food.

"Welcome, please take a seat."

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Noticing the figure of Nakamura Masahiro, the proprietress stopped subconsciously, turned to look at him, and immediately greeted him, but did not forget to continue working on the work at hand.

After nodding at the proprietress, Nakamura Masahiro went straight to find an empty table in the corner. After a while, the proprietress came over, holding the order record book in his hand, with a warm smile on his face.
"A portion of oden."

Without waiting for the proprietress to speak, Nakamura Masahiro raised a finger and directly selected the food. Although the food provided by the restaurant is diverse, in unfamiliar situations, Nakamura Masahiro still prefers the food he is familiar with.
"Excuse me, do you need beer? Sake? Soju? Or a drink?"

Generally speaking, in addition to ordering some food, customers who come to the rooftop for consumption mostly chat with friends or colleagues. The main purpose is to vent and adjust through drinking.

However, Nakamura Masahiro's face looked relatively immature, and the landlady was a little unsure whether he was an adult. Therefore, she added an additional drink option to the alcohol options provided.

"Just grab a bottle of Suntory."

As a well-known brand in Japan, Suntory is highly sought after by ordinary people, and its products are also hot-selling. However, the Suntory products sold in places like Yatai are most likely to be alcoholic beverages.

"Hi, okay."

The landlady responded and wrote it down directly in the notebook. Although Nakamura Masahiro looked a bit like a minor, as long as no one deliberately mentioned it, the landlady was happy to pretend.

After all, policy is one thing, and doing business in private is another. As long as it is a businessman who is open to do business, who would deliberately struggle with money? If there is a problem, you can just get over it without knowing it.

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After a while, the proprietress brought over the oden and Suntory that Nakamura Masahiro ordered. Unscrewing the bottle cap, Nakamura Masahiro picked up the Suntory and took a sip for himself. A feeling of comfort instantly came to his heart.

Later, Masahiro Nakamura ate oden. Although they eat the same food, the oden he is eating is really different from the oden sold in Kanazawa. Whether it is taste or texture, they seem to be two types.

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"Smith Marseille, please, can I sit here?"

Just as Masahiro Nakamura was competing with Oden, a girl's voice suddenly sounded next to him. After a subconscious pause, Masahiro Nakamura looked up and saw a pretty girl standing aside.

A faint smile appeared on her face, probably because she was embarrassed. The smile looked a little shy. Seeing Nakamura Masahiro's confused look, she said it again in a low voice.

"Uh, okay."

Subconsciously turning his head and looking around, Nakamura Masahiro realized that the guests had already filled all the tables. The one that was slightly free was the table occupied by Nakamura Masahiro alone.

"Smith Marseille."

After getting Nakamura Masahiro's consent, the girl timidly sat down on the other side. Soon, the proprietress came over with food. She also apologized to Nakamura Masahiro and explained the reason for sharing a table.

People in Japan tend to have weak relationships, and although sharing tables is not unheard of, it is relatively rare. In most cases, if there is no room available, you will either give up eating or choose to wait in line.

If you are sharing a table, there are basically two possibilities. Either the guest is pressed for time and is unwilling to wait forever. Or the boss is unwilling to miss out on business and takes the initiative to help share a table.

Eating their own food without disturbing each other, Nakamura Masahiro and the girl maintained a quiet atmosphere in a tacit understanding. However, this is a rooftop after all, and relaxation and venting are the themes, and the noisy noises are always heard.

"Hashimoto-san, are you here?"

A voice mixed with joy suddenly came, and then a figure ran over quickly. The roaring posture seemed quite abrupt, attracting the attention of everyone on the rooftop.