Japanese big things

As the sun sets in the west, the golden afterglow smudges the distant sky, and the sunset glow has a hazy and endless beauty that makes people infinitely reverie.

Numerous clouds float in the sky, like tourists lingering on the beautiful scenery, unwilling to disperse for a long time. They complement each other with the sunset, forming a beautiful oil painting.

The bustling gathering area is like a lively vegetable market, with people coming and going, either wandering around in boredom or looking for people to exchange for food and other items.

Although the interpersonal relationships between the Japanese people are relatively indifferent, as time goes by, the victims gradually become familiar with each other.

We can't even call them friendly, but we can barely get along with each other. After all, if we don't meet each other, we will have to live here for who knows how long.

The tremors of earthquakes still hit us from time to time, and the trembling feeling makes people feel a little weak, as if to remind everyone of the fact that the earthquake is not over yet.

However, the people of Japan have been living in such an environment with frequent earthquakes all year round, and have long been accustomed to such a life where earthquakes are felt, so it does not have much impact.

"Are you looking for a job? Our agency is recruiting models and actors. As long as they are young, beautiful, and meet the standards, the remuneration will definitely be generous..."

A young man in a suit and tie walked around the camp in the gathering area holding a sign, loudly promoting it from time to time, as if he was a specialist in charge of personnel recruitment.

"Onii-chan, what is a model? Is it the kind of job where you can wear a lot of beautiful clothes?"

Kubo Shiori stared at that person with burning eyes, and his tone when he asked Nakamura Masahiro was full of curiosity.

"When I grow up, I also want to be a model."

"Let's wait until you grow up... Now, you are not allowed to be a model."

Reaching out and turning the little girl's head towards him, Nakamura Masahiro calmed down and said with a serious face: "You are still too young. If you want to be a model in the future, remember to tell me and I will make arrangements for you."

The young man in a suit looked uncanny, as if he were the personnel specialist for the agency responsible for recruiting models and actors, and he was full of confusion.

But it was just a trick to fool the inexperienced refugee victims in the gathering area, but it could not be fooled by senior people like Nakamura Masahiro who were involved in the entertainment industry.

If Masahiro Nakamura's judgment is correct, these employees who are wandering around the disaster victims' areas and defrauding people are most likely affiliated with the offices of adult film producers.

Although he has never been in contact with it, Masahiro Nakamura has heard a lot of similar news in the entertainment industry. Adult film companies use all kinds of tricks to recruit new actresses.

"Okay, Onii-chan."

Pouting, Kubo Shiori agreed wholeheartedly. Although she felt a little unhappy, but with Nakamura Masahiro's promise, she quickly forgot about what happened just now.

After all, she is a careless little girl, and her interest comes and goes very quickly. In just a short time, her attention will automatically shift.

Time passed slowly, the sky became increasingly gloomy, and the originally bright light seemed to have become much dimmer.

The noisy noise became slightly quieter, and the breeze blew cheering in the camp, causing many cloth strips to twist and dance.

"Onii-chan, when can I go see my sister and father?"

The little girl was lying on Nakamura Masahiro's lap, as quiet as a resting kitten. Just when Nakamura Masahiro thought she was asleep, the little girl's voice suddenly rang.

"I miss them and I don't know where they are..."

"Oo-chan, don't worry, they must be in a safe place."

The little girl's tone was full of low emotions, and there was a faint illusion of crying, which made Masahiro Nakamura feel a little headache.

He wanted to take Shiori Kubo to find her family, but the aftermath of the earthquake was still going on, and it was still quite dangerous if she went out and ran around.

Although the intermittent signal is available, the power supply still cannot be solved. Nakamura Masahiro's mobile phone has long been out of power, and it is no different from a brick to protect himself.

If you stay in the gathering area, you will not only be safe, but you will also be able to receive some daily necessities. But if you leave here rashly, it will be hard to say.

"Onii-chan, but I miss them."

The little girl raised her head and looked at Masahiro Nakamura, with a faint glint of liquid in her eyes, and she looked completely pitiful.

With a sigh, Nakamura Masahiro stretched out his hand and gently stroked Kubo Shiori's little head. Contradictory thoughts clashed one after another, just like a duel in an arena, and finally he compromised.

"Tomorrow, we will set off and I will take you to find your family."

Gritting his teeth, Nakamura Masahiro made a decision in a firm tone. Staying here is a meaningless waste of time anyway, so it is better to go out for a walk, maybe there will be a turn for the better.

At dawn the next day, Masahiro Nakamura woke up early. After queuing up to receive daily necessities, he and the little girl had a simple breakfast, then packed up and left the camp in the gathering area, even abandoning the tents.

The two of them, one big and one small, were walking on a dilapidated road. They were all dirty and looked somewhat slovenly.

In particular, Masahiro Nakamura holds a rolled-up blanket under his arm and has a messy hairstyle, making him look like a refugee fleeing the disaster.

From time to time, I encountered some broken down vehicles along the way, parked crookedly on both sides of the road: I don’t know if the car is out of gas, or if the car is really broken down?

Many car windows had holes smashed in. Through the cracked glass, you could see that the inside of the car was in a mess, as if it had been rummaged through.

It was almost noon when we walked all the way. The exhausted Nakamura Masahiro and the little girl found a stone on the side of the road to sit down and rest, while eating something to fill their stomachs.

Although it is not too far from the nearest gathering area, it will take a lot of time to walk on both feet.

"Onii-chan, how far is it until we get there?"

Shiori Kubo held the bread in both hands and ate it slowly, swallowing it in small sips from time to time, and occasionally took a sip of the mineral water in Masahiro Nakamura's hand.

"It should be soon... I think we'll be there in about half an hour."

Nakamura Masahiro looked at the distant front, thought about it for a while, and then answered the little girl.

"Is there still half an hour left?"

When he heard that it would take half an hour to walk to the next gathering area, Shiori Kubo immediately frowned, his round little face full of unhappiness.

Before setting off from the camping area of ​​the gathering area, Masahiro Nakamura inquired about the directions of other gathering areas and had a rough judgment in mind.

However, the method of measuring the distance with both feet is still a bit overwhelming. Masahiro Nakamura can barely hold on, but the little girl's legs and feet are already sore.

After all, I used to travel such long distances by car, but now I suddenly have to walk. It’s really not that easy to adapt.

"Oo-chan, come on, hold on a little longer."

Masahiro Nakamura encouraged the little girl, his concerned tone full of endearment. It was really not easy for the little girl to walk such a long distance with her short legs.

"It's not that far away, we'll be there soon."

The little girl pursed her lips without saying a word, with a look of grievance on her face. She also wanted to continue to persevere, but her sore legs kept trying to persuade her to give up.

The discarded packaging bag swayed slightly on the ground, as if it was eager to fly. However, after struggling for a long time, it only rolled twice on the ground and moved forward.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if the pause button had been pressed, there was no noise. Only the breeze blew up the hair and soothed the slightly rough cheeks.

Suddenly, a slight engine sound came from the distance, like a stone being thrown into the calm lake, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere.

Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the source of the sound. He saw a car driving slowly from a distance. Because it needed to avoid some obstacles, the speed of the car was relatively slow.

A bright red flag fluttered in the wind over the vehicle, with several golden five-pointed stars faintly visible dotted on it, among which the huge one was particularly eye-catching.

Is this...a domestic rescue team? Has it been sent to Japan?

Nakamura Masahiro looked at that extremely familiar but deeply cordial flag, and all kinds of thoughts surged in his heart. He once grew up under that bright red flag, but now he has become a passerby with no connection at all.

"Onii-chan...."

Shiori Kubo leaned sideways closer to Nakamura Masahiro, as if he wanted to hide behind him, and his cowardly look was almost reflected on Nakamura Masahiro.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Reaching out and patting the little girl, Nakamura Masahiro said in a soothing tone: "That's the Chinese rescue team. They came to the disaster area to help with the rescue."

Nakamura Masahiro's comfort made Kubo Shiori feel a little relieved, but she still looked timidly at the car approaching from a distance, with a wary look in her eyes.

Due to the impact of the earthquake disaster, almost all ordinary people fled to the gathering areas. Due to the haste of the incident, the belongings that were not taken away in time were forced to stay within the disaster area.

Some thugs who took advantage of the fire were wandering around the disaster area. They dug up buried property and stole unattended shopping malls and shops. Their behavior was extremely abominable.

The little girl and Nakamura Masahiro encountered two waves. I don’t know whether they were afraid of Nakamura Masahiro’s height? Or they didn’t want to cause more trouble? So they took the initiative to avoid it.

"Hello Smith Marseille, how can I get to xx in Quan District?"

The car stopped steadily next to Nakamura Masahiro and Kubo Shiori, a head popped out of the car window, and he greeted them warmly.

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