Japanese big things

Time has entered early August, and this midsummer season is getting hotter and hotter. The scorching sun is still hanging high in the sky, and the scorching high temperature envelopes the entire Kanazawa in the Hokuriku region, making the air filled with heat.

The taste.

The big trees on the roadside also drooped their branches and leaves, looking listless like eggplants that had been beaten by snow and frost. They were even more sluggish than before. There were already very few pedestrians on the streets, and everyone looked the same.

He was walking in a hurry, as if he was not interested in the things around him at all, and was just focused on his way.

In the shade under the eaves next to it, a few people gathered in a circle, less than ten people. Because their backs were turned, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, so I didn't know what they were doing.<

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Nakamura Masahiro didn't pay too much attention to this. He just posted a flyer on the nearby bulletin board, then walked away calmly, and then went to the next bulletin board. Although he didn't intend to cover all the bulletin boards.

, but at the very least, the surrounding area must be covered. This is the bottom line Nakamura Masahiro has set for himself.

The script of the movie "A Long Day" has been completed, the storyboard manuscript has been basically completed, and the various details of the project have been roughly sorted out. Overall, the preliminary preparations have been completed. The rest is

The only thing left is to solicit sponsorship, build a team and recruit actors.

I ran around posting flyers on bulletin boards today just to build a team and recruit actors. Of course, Nakamura Masahiro did not place all his hopes on these flyers, which is obviously unrealistic.

In addition to these flyers, he also posted some recruitment information on online forums, but he didn’t know how effective it would be. Because of the limited budget, Nakamura Masahiro’s remuneration was relatively low.

In addition to being a bit of a misfortune, it also used a routine with the theme of dreams.

Maybe in China, words like dreams are very false, and few people are willing to believe them. Their effect is far less useful than real and reliable bills. But in this Japanese society, some people really believe in words like dreams, and are willing to pursue them.

There are quite a few people. Well, I just don’t know if any fools are willing to fall for Nakamura Masahiro’s hook!

Posting all the way, Nakamura Masahiro didn’t know exactly how far he had walked. He just kept facing the scorching sun and was shrouded in a dry mouth. He felt a little uncomfortable. The thick stack of leaflets when he set out was already gone.

A lot has been used, and now there isn’t much left on hand.

The forehead is covered with sweat, and some of it slips down the corners of the eyebrows, and then flows down from the corners of the eyes. Those who are unlucky may be solved by the breeze blowing from time to time during this process, leaving only a trace of sweat.

The refreshing coolness. If you are lucky, it will only exist for a while, then fall from the chin, and finally be annihilated in the scorching heat of the ground, as if it never appeared.

There was a slight itchiness on his cheek. Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help it, so he raised his hand to wipe it. He glanced randomly from the corner of his eye, and in a daze, he seemed to see the small shop run by Oji-san, which he often used before.

A small shop where you can buy drinks when passing by after returning from the beach.

"Huh? How did you get here?"

Somewhat doubting whether he had seen it wrong, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to concentrate and distinguish carefully. Although the probability of such a mistake is relatively small, after being exposed to the hot sun for so long,

A little dazzling is normal.

However, the result was also very obvious. Nakamura Masahiro was not mistaken. He had indeed walked near this familiar shop unknowingly. At that moment, Nakamura Masahiro no longer hesitated. As usual, he walked towards the store.

Go.

"Ogi-san, bring me a bottle of Coke."

Before anyone entered the store, Masahiro Nakamura's voice came into the store first and said: "I want it chilled."

"Eh? Nakamura-san?"

Ogi-san in the store was holding a newspaper and immersed himself in reading the news reports. Suddenly he heard a sound at the door, and he subconsciously raised his head. When he saw Masahiro Nakamura walking into the store, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Exhale sound.

"Why are you here?"

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Ogisang stood up and took out a chilled Coke from the refrigerator nearby, then turned around and handed it to Masahiro Nakamura's hand, saying, "I haven't seen you for a while.

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"There have been a lot of things lately, so I haven't come here much."

Although it is actually not very far away, because he is busy with various things recently, Nakamura Masahiro does not have much free time, so naturally he does not come here much. Even if he can take some rest time, he does not have that

I am running around with energy and always want to take more rest.

"It's okay to be busy with something. As young people, it's better to do things down-to-earth than to wander around doing nothing."

Ogissan was obviously very supportive of Nakamura Masahiro's changes, and his tone of evaluation was positive. Later, his tone turned to sighing: "You can make mistakes when you are young, but come back if you make a big mistake."

"Ogissan, according to what you said...did you also make mistakes when you were young?"

From Ogi-san's tone, Nakamura Masahiro was keenly aware of the strange emotion. Immediately, he teased the other person with a slightly curious tone: "How about you tell me, let me know on the road of life,

Please avoid making the same mistake as you."

"Hurry up and drink your Coke...If young people don't make mistakes, are they still called young people?"

Staring angrily, Ogi-san gave Nakamura Masahiro a hard roll of his eyes. This kid is really getting more and more naughty. He even dares to make jokes about Ogi-san. How can he be repaired!

"Okay, just don't ask about it."

After hitting a snag with Ogi-san, Nakamura Masahiro could only choose to retreat. For a moment, he felt like he was asking for trouble. It was just a joke, why don't you take it so seriously! Besides, what happened to Ogi-san when he was young was a bit outrageous.

Isn’t it interesting now?

"Hey, are you thinking of something bad again?"

Noticing that something was wrong with Masahiro Nakamura's eyes, as if he was thinking about something, Ogissan vaguely felt that the guy in front of him was a little unreliable. He reached out and hit the other person on the head, and said in a serious tone: "

The way you look now, you don’t look like a good person.”

"No way, I have never done anything bad, I am absolutely honest."

After being hit by Ogi-san, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously reached out and touched his head, curled the corner of his mouth, and retorted with a confident look: "Ogi-san, it's too much for you to slander me like this."

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"Slander? Can this be called slander? This is a comment from an elder."

Ogi-san's eyes were full of disdain. He looked at Masahiro Nakamura up and down, and then directly struck with a dimensionality reduction attack. There was no other way. In the Japanese society where seniority is the key to seniority, this kind of statement is basically unsolvable.

of.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a little discouraged. Nakamura Masahiro didn't bother to argue too much with Oji-san. In fact, Jiang is still more mature. In this social atmosphere where seniority is based on seniority, it is difficult for young people to argue.

From the older generation.

Picking up the Coke, he unscrewed the bottle cap forcefully, and Nakamura Masahiro took a sip. His whole body felt much better instantly. The cold Coke entered his throat, and a sense of pleasure came over him, like a long drought in the desert.

It's like rain, it feels so good.

I have to say that pairing it with cold Coke in the hot summer is really an excellent combination. Well, it seems that other things can be added to this combination, such as barbecue, beer, and hot pot. No, there is no authentic one here in Japan

Hot pot, only things like sukiyaki hot pot.

Thinking of this, Masahiro Nakamura had a headache. At first, because he was a little greedy, he tried to find a hot pot restaurant. But either there was none, or it was the local characteristics of Japan, so he could only be disappointed.
Even for those Chinese restaurants that sell Chinese food, the so-called Chinese food does not have the slightest flavor of the place of origin, and is all modified to suit local tastes. Just like General Tso's Chicken, which is very popular in Europe and the United States, although it is advertised as Chinese food

, but apart from those European and American people who are following it, how many Chinese people would agree with it?

"By the way, please bring me the envelope bag last time..."

Many thoughts were floating in his mind. Nakamura Masahiro suddenly remembered the envelope bag, so he stopped drinking Coke and thanked Ogissan: "Thank you very much."

"What you said...actually it's nothing, it's just a small thing."

When Nakamura Masahiro mentioned this, Ogissan immediately recalled it. A warm smile appeared on his face, he shook his head at Nakamura Masahiro and said: "I happened to be passing by your house with something, so I brought it to you on the way.

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Although this is said, in Japanese society, an environment where interpersonal relationships are relatively indifferent, except for staff who specialize in this service, generally no one will take the initiative to help deliver things to your door. Therefore, Nakamura Masahiro is very grateful.

Ogisan's.

"By the way, what are you holding in your hand?"

Looking away, Ogisang belatedly noticed the leaflet in Nakamura Masahiro's hand, and asked curiously: "Did you find a job distributing leaflets?"

"Oh, are you talking about this? This is not the kind of flyer you see on the roadside..."

Following Ogisang's gaze, Nakamura Masahiro glanced sideways, then raised the hand holding the flyer a little higher, handed it to Ogisang's eyes and said: "This is a recruitment advertisement."

"Recruitment advertisement?"

Although he understood this term, Ogissan still couldn't figure out what this had to do with Masahiro Nakamura? If he wasn't handing out flyers, could it be that the boy in front of him really wanted to recruit people?

"Yes, I am preparing a movie. I am currently recruiting people to prepare for the subsequent shooting..."

An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and Nakamura Masahiro suddenly became interested, and immediately said to Ogi-san: "Ogi-san, why don't you sponsor me? I can promote your shop in the movie.

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