Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

In this day and age, there are no direct trains from Akita to Tokyo. As for the JR line and the like, it is estimated that it will take more than ten years to go directly to Tokyo.

So from Akita in the northeast to Tokyo, you need to change several cars in the middle. Shirakawa Feng and the others first took the tram to the city, then boarded the train and diverted to Yamagata Fukushima, and then transferred from Fukushima to Tokyo.

The journey of about five or six hundred kilometers would take only half a day in later generations. However, according to the current traffic conditions, it might take a day and a night.

After a whole day of tossing around buying tickets, waiting for trains, and transferring trains, the two of them finally boarded the direct train to Tokyo at Fukushima Station the next morning.

"Ha~ow~" Kotaro opened his mouth wide and stretched his waist. "Xiaofeng, why is Tokyo so far away?"

"Because it's Tokyo," Bai Chuanfeng replied boredly, and the initial excitement gradually faded away due to the continuous travel and fatigue.

As the train gradually headed south, the scenery outside the window gradually became clearer. The most obvious difference is that the number of aluminum skin huts in Shirakawa Maple's hometown has been significantly reduced, replaced by orange and yellow pyramid-shaped cabins.

The tin-covered warehouses have also gradually turned into motels and various grocery stores.

From here to the south, the scale of the city is getting bigger and bigger, and even the number of pedestrians on the road has increased significantly.

Unlike the Northeast, it is sparsely populated for several miles, and some fields are even abandoned.

Coming all the way from the northeast, it seems to be returning to a civilized society.

Where have all the people gone? Just look at the large and small bags in the workshop.

Young people have been attracted to the cities, and most of what is left in the countryside is the elderly.

Once Bai Chuanfeng heard the host on the radio discussing changes in the Northeast, the most obvious being population loss.

Now the population of the six northeast counties only accounts for 8% of the total population of RB, but the land area is close to 30% of Honshu Island, which is a huge disparity.

For these reasons, the six counties including Aomori, Akita, and Yamate have become one of the most backward areas of RB.

This can't help but remind Bai Chuanfeng of the wave of migrant workers in his hometown in the 1980s and 1990s in his previous life. When spring came, people migrated to big cities like ants.

Only during the Chinese New Year, the fireworks in my hometown will be thicker, and then the young people will settle directly in the city, and the village will become more and more desolate.

Compared with RB in the late 1970s, how similar.

Because more and more people are coming from the countryside to a metropolis like Tokyo, the "Dong Piao" family is also growing gradually.

They play a role in all walks of life, and look back at their hometown from time to time.

So with the deepening of influence, for many RB people who travel around the world, the north has a deep attraction. It is a symbol of hometown, and the traditional influence is still there.

The most obvious of these is the theme creation of the entertainment industry around the phenomenon of Dongpiao.

Hiroshi Moriya's "I'm Crying" and Hiromi Ota's "Shaken Love" are all songs of Dongpiao. This kind of songs are also called "Shangjing Ballads".

Of course, the best among them is "Northern Spring", which was just popular last year. Qian Changfu also became famous again with this song.

Someone in this carriage has already sung this song spontaneously, perhaps out of emotion, the singing is not beautiful, but it is full of sincerity.

"Birches, blue sky, south wind blowing,

Northern magnolias in bloom

Ah, the spring of the Northland..."

Halfway through the singing, it has become a chorus of the entire carriage. Some people clenched their fists and sang loudly, while others burst into tears...

Bai Chuanfeng also echoed the beat gently, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no matter where he is, the saying that the homeland is hard to leave is equally applicable. Hometown, this word is always full of melancholy.

But for a nervous person like Kotaro, his hometown is his hometown, and there is no homesickness.

This guy likes to join in the fun and watch everyone sing together. He has obviously never heard this song, but he is the one who roars the loudest.

Bai Chuanfeng, who was sitting next to him, saw the veins in his neck bulging, and worried for him whether his vocal cords would be stuck.

"Hey! Don't sing about you idiots, don't you know that my uncle is sleeping?"

The sudden roar interrupted everyone's singing, and everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to the owner of the voice.

A figure with dyed yellow hair stood up from the seat in the back row, and there were several followers like figures with him. The shape is also mostly strange and unrestrained.

"What are the names of the ghosts? You have disturbed Mr. Ota's dream."

Huang Mao, who called himself Mr. Ota, ignored everyone's blaming eyes.

On the contrary, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms to hug a thin young man in his thirties in the front row, "Hey, your voice was quite devoted just now, but do you know that it's rude to disturb others?"

The young man's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the arm on his shoulder, to be precise, it was the pattern on the arm.

The other people in the carriage obviously noticed this detail, and those who originally wanted to reprimand them shrank back subconsciously.

"S...Snimasai" is based on the concept that more things are worse than less things, and the young people can only bow their heads timidly and apologize.

Huangmao sneered, looked up and saw a salesman with a box in the distant carriage selling things.

His smile became more and more obvious, "Hey, since I apologized, I have to take some practical actions. It just so happens that our brothers are hungry, look..."

While speaking, Huang Mao looked at the salesperson not far away and smiled, his meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The younger brothers beside him also laughed triumphantly, their voices were unscrupulous.

"This..." The young man on the seat looked very embarrassed. He was only going to Tokyo to work, and he didn't have much money.

The bento on the train was not cheap, not to mention that it was a lot of money for him when the number of people on the other side added up.

The uncle next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and just wanted to speak.

"Extended~la~!" The yellow-haired boy flicked his tongue, making the carriage a little more silent, and the uncle also sat back silently.

Huang Mao squinted his eyes indifferently, took the radio in the slave's hand, turned on the switch, and began to tune up the channel, as if he was not at all anxious.

Seeing this scene, the skinny young man seemed to know that he would not be able to pass this test unless he bleeds a lot.

"Hay..." He nodded silently, ready to admit defeat.

"Baga, what are you bastards who bully people!"

Huang Mao was taken aback by the sudden roar, as if he didn't expect that he had already shown his horses and horses, and someone dared to provoke him without opening his eyes.

And Bai Chuanfeng, who was silently hiding in his seat and watching what happened, was also stunned, because the roar came from beside him.

He turned his head blankly, sure enough, Kotaro's dark face was full of anger, and a pair of black eyebrows almost stood up.

Good guy, you..., you are clearly planning to stop meddling in your own business and arrive in Tokyo safely.

Having been a man for two lifetimes, he is well aware of the complexity of society, and he is doomed to miss such things as drawing swords to help when the road is injustice.

But I couldn't hold back my teammate's overwhelming sense of justice...

"Ha!" Huang Mao seemed to have just recovered, and his first reaction was to grin with an unknown meaning.

"Meet a great hero"

"Haha", "It's so scary"

Huang Mao's ridicule made the followers laugh so hard.

The people in the carriage looked at their exaggerated performance with disgust on their faces, but they all maintained restraint.

To be honest, Bai Chuanfeng is still curious at the moment, why anger and patience can appear on their faces at the same time, it is really a contradictory and inexplicable national character.

Huang Mao, who called himself Ota, showed a pair of arms full of tattoos, staggered away from the thin young man, and walked towards Bai Chuanfeng and the others.

The skinny young man who had just been bullied by these Yakuza breathed a sigh of relief on his face.

Seeing them walking towards the outspoken Kotaro, he hesitated to speak several times, and finally struggled a bit before silently bowing his head and sitting on the seat without moving.

Ota wobbled to Kotaro's side with the squeezy radio in one hand, glanced at him casually, with a cynical face.

And Tiger Taro didn't show any weakness, and glared at him.

"Hey, he's still a young hero." Ota turned his head exaggeratedly and greeted his younger brothers, as if he had made a big discovery.

"Ha ha"

"This pair of thick eyebrows are darker than Hong Kong's."

"Maybe I'll transform into a Kamen Rider."

After speaking, there was another burst of romping. As for Bai Chuanfeng next to Tiger Taro, they just glanced casually and didn't care.

Little boy with thin skin and tender flesh, I can beat ten of them!

Looking at their defiant look, Kotaro clenched his fist several times to show them off, but Bai Chuanfeng quietly pulled him back.

"Hey, boy from the country, do you know who I am?" Huang Mao Ota looked at Kotaro arrogantly.

"I don't care if you are..."

Before Tiger Taro finished speaking, Bai Chuanfeng pulled him back. When he saw Bai Chuanfeng walking in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to protect his good partner behind him.

He is not as good as Bai Chuanfeng in learning, but he has never lost in a fight.

Bai Chuanfeng patted Tiger Taro lightly, signaling him not to worry.

"Mr. Ota, the accent sounds like a fellow from the north." When these suspected Yakuza people first appeared, Bai Chuanfeng began to look at them.

The authentic northern dialect makes it hard for people not to pay attention.

"Little friend, don't you think it's too late for friendship at this time?"

Although the yellow-haired Ota still spoke well, he was not in a hurry to make the next move.

"Presumably all of you are also planning to go to Tokyo, and everyone is from the north, and they should help each other when they are away from home."

"Of course I'm really sorry for disturbing Mr. Ota just now, please forgive me."

What Bai Chuanfeng said was the truth. Nine out of ten people in this carriage were from the northern part of Fukushima, and they were all northerners in the eyes of outsiders.

Everyone is going to Tokyo to discuss life, and there is no deep hatred, and there is no need for internal friction to the point where it cannot be handed over.

"Why, you want to expose it with just a few words? My uncle is still hungry."

Ota looked at Bai Chuanfeng amusedly, wondering if this guy was really stupid or fake.

"Otherwise, I don't mind this kid's treat. We are all from the same town, so it's not too much to have a meal together."

Ota rolled his eyes, and suddenly another idea popped up.

Bai Chuanfeng smiled, "Ota-san also said that I am a child, where did the money come from the child."

Ah, this...

Not only Huang Mao and the others were stunned, but even Tiger Taro stared blankly at Bai Chuanfeng.

This guy took the wrong medicine? And the face is gone?

You don't want face, I want it.

Tiger Taro thought about rolling up his sleeves, and sure enough, hands-on is the fastest way to solve the problem.

"But..." Before everyone could react, Bai Chuanfeng said to himself again, "Although there is no way to treat Ota-san to a full meal, I can help you a little."

"Huh?" Huang Mao looked at Bai Chuanfeng in a daze, unable to follow his train of thought for a moment.

Kotarou rolled up half of his sleeves and stopped...

"Ota-san, please borrow the radio." Bai Chuanfeng smiled and looked at the radio that was still moaning in Ota's hand.

The yellow-haired Ota was a little confused, but still handed him the half-dead radio.

Bai Chuanfeng took the radio, immediately took out a set of small tools from his backpack, and began to skillfully disassemble it.

He had noticed that the sound of the radio in Ota's hand was a bit abnormal before, and Ota adjusted it many times but it didn't get better.

Bai Chuanfeng didn't know why he was so persistent, he wanted to hold the radio in one hand while posing in extreme poses.

Maybe... Maybe he wants to be a man with his own BGM~

Under everyone's undivided attention, Bai Chuanfeng took off the back cover lightly, and immediately understood after a second glance.

A set of tools for dismantling was flying up and down in his hands, the movements were indescribably elegant.

In less than two minutes, the front speaker was disassembled and spread out, and then he fiddled with it for a while from his backpack, and even took out a small bottle of quick-drying glue.

Skillful dispensing, installation, and in no time the radio was back to its original state. It took less than five minutes in total.

"Try" Bai Chuanfeng returned the radio the way it came.

Ota took the radio and looked around, as if he couldn't believe that in just a few minutes, it changed from a radio to a pile of parts, and then back to the original.

He turned the knob suspiciously and gradually turned up the volume.

"Ah, when can I go back to my hometown?

Ah, the spring of the Northland..."

The clear and mellow singing voice came from the radio, which made Ota's eyes shine.

"Amazing!" Ota grinned and fiddled with the radio, while looking at Bai Chuanfeng in admiration.

As for the "children" he often talks about, they no longer appear.

It didn't matter to Bai Chuanfeng, he was indeed underage. What's wrong with calling the kid twice, we are still young.

"The voice coil of the speaker is a little loose, but I have re-fixed it with glue, so don't worry about it in a short time."

He had no idea what was wrong with the radio. He couldn't even remember the number of times he disassembled and reassembled the transistor radio in Akita's hometown without dismantling the various electrical appliances in the previous life.

This little problem is easy.

"It's interesting." Ota handed the radio to the younger brother behind him, and looked at Bai Chuanfeng with interest.

"I don't know what to call the little brother?"

"Bai Chuan Feng"

"Bai Chuan-kun" Ota slapped Bai Chuanfeng on the shoulder, making the latter resist not to show his teeth, this slap is really heavy.

"It must be the first time for you to go to Tokyo. How about it? Are you interested in joining me? There is a good job."

Seeing Bai Chuanfeng's proficient movements just now, Ota vaguely thought of some work, maybe he was a little messed up.

Bai Chuanfeng quietly moved his shoulders to get himself out of the opponent's clutches.

"Thanks to Ota-san's care, but I have other important things to do in Tokyo, please forgive me."

"Oh~ is that so?"

"Of course." Kotaro took a step forward and stood with Bai Chuanfeng, "Xiaofeng is a student of Meiji University, and he will report to school soon. Meiji University, Meiji University knows."

Hearing that Bai Chuanfeng is a student of Meiji University, not only Ota, but everyone else in the carriage couldn't help but look at Bai Chuanfeng again.

The reputation of college students is still very useful these days, especially those from prestigious schools will be more respected.

"It turns out that Shirakawa-kun is a student of Meiji University, no wonder he is so powerful, I was rude.

This is my business card, please take care of me in the future. "

Ah~, even Yakuza has a business card these days, Bai Chuanfeng foolishly took the business card.

Seeing the words of group xx above, I feel that it is worthy of being a neon, full of strange things.

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