Tokyo bubble life

Tokyo in October of Showa 55 (1980).

It doesn't look like autumn at all, the annoying autumn tiger is still showing off, and the sun at 9 o'clock in the morning is not lost at noon.

The nurse, with beads of sweat on her forehead, walked quickly to the front of the ward. Through the small window on the door, the thin young man in the room was packing up her belongings.

She pushed open the door: "Naoki-san, it's already being cleaned up, have you completed the discharge procedures?"

"Hi, the procedures have been completed, thanks to your care!" The reply was in fluent Japanese. Turning his head, Naoki Naoki with a pale face was carrying a small bag and bowed slightly to the nurse.

"There are only some things left to take back, and they have been packed."

The whole process is like a program engraved in the body, and it is completed naturally.

"Take good care of yourself, don't give up, Naoki-san!" the nurse sister urged.

"Hi, sorry to bother you"

Naoki Naoyama, who walked out of the hospital, stared at the street against the bright sunlight outside the door, and was stunned for a while. The street is full of Japanese signboards, direction signs, and Japanese-style buildings, intertwined into a foreign style

He has been in the hospital for 3 days, but he still hasn't been able to adapt to the fact that he is in Tokyo in the Showa era.

In my last life, I happened to be born in the 90s. I had no father and no mother. With the support of kind people, I managed to get a bachelor’s degree. After graduation, I joined a factory as a programmer and started the life of 007. The goal is to earn a living before being laid off at the age of 35. Enough money for a lifetime!

Then I went to Erhai Lake in Dali to settle down and live a life of poetry and distant places.

It's a pity that the goal is about to be achieved. After a burst of palpitations in the early morning, he opened his eyes and became Naoki Nagayama, and came to the Showa era.

Walking along the street to the station, after a few stops, Naoki Naoyama returned to the Nakano area, followed the road in memory, turned around and came to a narrow alley in an old street. Naoki Yongshan lives in a small two-story building.

The Makino family.

The small building has two floors. The first floor is the landlord's residence and kitchen. She is a widowed old lady. Her children seem to be studying abroad in college. In order to relieve the pressure, the four rooms on the second floor are rented out. If there is a little extra fee, it is ok Use the kitchen on the ground floor.

When Naoki Yongshan came in, the landlady was busy in the kitchen, looked up:

"Ah, Yongshan-san, you're back."

"Hi, Makino-san, I'm back!" The conversation between Naoki Naoyama and the landlady, Mrs. Makino, ended so simply in my memory, but this time the landlady did not intend to stop, and continued:

"Yongshan-san, are you all right?"

"Hi, the doctor said it's ok, just need a light diet, thank you for your concern."

"Yongshan-san, take care of your health. You can't give up your life just because your idol gets married. Yamaguchi Momoe-san certainly doesn't want your fans to give up their lives!" The landlady's tone was rare and serious.

It wasn't me who committed suicide for the sake of idol marriage, Naoki Naoyama couldn't help complaining.

"Hey, I will definitely live seriously in the future. I'm sorry to trouble you!" While replying earnestly, he half-bowed and apologized. Everything was still smooth, and it seemed that bowing had indeed become a body memory.

After apologizing, he went up to the second floor, took out the key and opened the door, and a smell of beer came oncoming.

The room is small, and the entrance is also small. On the right side of the entrance is the kitchen counter. There is a pan in the simple sink and a kettle on the gas stove next to it. On the left of the entrance is a small bathroom.

After changing the shoes, one step further is the large open room where the diner and guest sleep together. Some remnants of vomit. Well, the source of the smell is found

Naoki Yongshan immediately opened the window to get some fresh air. The sun shone into the room, stirring up light dust. After cleaning up a little, he packed up the garbage, swept the floor, and his body, which had not yet recovered, broke into a cold sweat.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't showered for 3 days, and felt itchy all over my body, so I took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Naoki Yongshan looked at the young man in the mirror, no, it should be called a boy.

Under the fluffy hair, there is a pale and immature face, with a full and open forehead, and the arch of the eyebrows is not too protruding. Under the pair of sword eyebrows, there are peach blossom eyes, a straight nose bridge and a straight jaw. Well, he is quite handsome, except His eyes were a little weak.

About 175 in height, thin and muscular, wearing loose shirts, like a clothes hanger, malnutrition plus long-term inactivity.

However, feeling the vitality in his young body, Naoki Naoyama couldn't help laughing: In his 30s, he suffered from lumbar muscle strain, prominent ischia, myopia, big belly, and cervical spondylosis Mina-san. Thank you for taking care of me in the past. Nara~

Don't let the day pass by, youth will never come again.

I'm like, I'm back to my youth! Hahahaha~

After washing the clothes, I filled a pot of water with the kettle and turned on the gas stove to burn it.

Then sat down, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Looking around, there are posters of Momoe Yamaguchi on the wall, her records next to the TV, and the report of Momoe Yamaguchi’s retirement on the coffee table. This is one of the reasons why the original body drank beer and swallowed sleeping pills a few days ago: On October 5th, at the concert held by RB Tokyo Budokan, Momoe Yamaguchi announced the news of her marriage.

The original body is really an extreme fan of Momoe Yamaguchi

But now Naoki Naoyama doesn’t have much feeling for Baihui Yamaguchi. All the memories of the original body are like the movies he has seen. He will associate with familiar ones, but the alienation of the audience is always separated from the heart and reality. middle.

The Showa era, China should be in the 1980s now, the early days of reform and opening up, Journey to the West, Hong Kong Island, Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, Teresa Teng

what else? There is a generation gap, please forgive the post-90s who don’t know much

Can I go back?

Originally, he was an out-and-out RB person, and his family seemed to have some connections with the gangsters. He was a low-level wage earner who graduated from high school, and he was a poor ghost. It was not easy to go abroad.

What did Showa era RB have?

The coming bubble era? The Yamaguchi group that rampages RB? And the face of Showa who swiped the screen at station B? Seiko Matsuda, Akina Nakamori, Shizuka Kudo.

No matter how you sum it up, this era should be full of "opportunities", and it seems that you can get rich with a little effort!

Thinking of 007's hard work in his previous life, he may not be able to afford a house in a big city, and he has to go to Dali after being laid off.

To live again, I decided to get rich first, and then live a life of poetry and distant places!