Yesterday I was teased by the autumn tiger, today it is cold and rainy, and the weather in Tokyo is more unpredictable than imagined.
I got off the train at Shinjuku Station and walked through the underground passage. When I walked out of the station, Iwahashi Shinichi held up his umbrella, and it melted into the sea of umbrellas on the street like raindrops falling into the water.
It has been almost three months since he lived in Tokyo, and he still has not been able to adapt to everything in this huge city. It is probably the countryman's atmosphere rooted in his bones that prevents him from immediately integrating into the bustling city.
middle.
In his previous life, he spent most of his time in a small city in the south. The quietness and isolation of the small place gave him a sense of security, but also made him inert. Until he was reborn, he never thought about leaving.
Maybe in a few years, he will change his mind and leave his hometown to see the outside world.
It's a pity that he didn't have time to give this "maybe" a chance to be confirmed. His life ended prematurely, and when he opened his eyes again, he arrived in this strange country and was forced to become a drifter.
Iwahashi Shinichi was born on June 1st, Showa 41 (1966). After graduating from high school at the age of 18, like many young people who regard Tokyo as a stage to realize their dreams, he went to Tokyo from his hometown of Shizuoka City, hoping to
Express yourself.
It's a pity that he didn't have time to give this "expectation" a chance to show off. His life ended even prematurely and was replaced by his soul from more than thirty years later.
The traffic light changed from red to green, and Iwahashi Shinichi followed the crowd of people across the zebra crossing.
The days are getting shorter and night has fallen. The streets are lit up by colorful neon lights, and the various billboards reflect each other, making your eyes hurt.
He walked through the streets surrounded by gaudy neon signs, carefully avoiding the puddles on the road beneath his feet, until he turned into a narrow path between buildings that only allowed one person to enter, and entered the alleyway at the back of the building.
Under the quiet street lights, the raindrops were like swarms of silver flying insects dancing in the mist.
In the dimly lit alley, near the trash can, two or three wild cats were looking for food. They felt the human breath, raised their heads, glanced at him, and then looked away indifferently.
Climbing up the iron stairs welded to the outside of the building to the second floor, Iwahashi Shinichi unscrewed the small door leading to the backstage.
The official opening hours of the nightclub "Odyssey" have not yet come, and the waiters are chatting in the corner of the hall. Only the colorful light from the colored lights on the top of the hall flows silently in the venue.
Iwahashi Shinichi put on his uniform, tied his tie, walked into the hall, and followed him into the boring group of crows in the corner.
It was almost business hours, and the waitresses came in one after another from the main door.
The market was good these days, and a bit of cold rain did not dampen their enthusiasm for work. As they walked to the preparation room backstage, they chattered a lot about the weather, but no one wanted to take off work.
During this gap, the accompaniment band had already boarded the side stage. When the time came, the performance started on time regardless of whether there were guests or not.
The first waitress who returned to the lobby from the preparation room saw him and called out, "Iwabashi!"
"What?"
Blues music was playing in the hall, and she pointed to the accompaniment band on the stage, "Let's dance together." Because she was chewing gum in her mouth, her tone of voice was unclear.
"Okay." Iwahashi Shinichi walked towards her.
As the distance got closer, the sweet smell of perfume entered my nose.
During the warm-up period, the bored bartenders passed the time by dancing to the music, and sometimes asked the male waiters to be their dance partners. Among the male waiters in the store, Iwahashi Shinichi was the best dancer.
By this time, he had become a hot commodity.
In his previous life, he had participated in a dance club in college. He never thought that one day, the fun he had as a student would be put to use in a nightclub in a foreign country. Life is really wonderful.
In his last life, he was still very young. He was so young that he used "in my life" as the preface to recall his past life, but he still felt that he was not worthy of such a solemn word.
In this short life, I lived an ordinary life, and lived a mediocre life. Now that my identity has changed, it is not much better. When I open my eyes and live a new life, there is no broad road in front of me, let alone a life of miracles.
But even so, after the end of his life, he still got the chance to start over, even if it was ordinary, it was already a miracle. He felt quite contented.
Live well and good things will happen.
This is a Friday night. Recently, more and more companies have adopted a weekend system, and their performance on Fridays has also been rising. A little cold rain can't dampen the enthusiasm of the escort girls in their work, nor does it affect the customers who come to the store to have fun.
Several office workers came in together, the band played a new song, the female singer came on stage to sing, and the waiters and waitresses also went to their respective places. This situation was like the short-term contract between Cinderella and the pumpkin carriage. When the time is up
, that’s it for now.
The escort girls in the store almost never maintain a good relationship with the waiters. They all know where the waiters' ceiling is.
As soon as nine o'clock passed, three waves of customers came in one after another, and the store was booming. Shinichi Iwahashi shuttled around the store, delivering towels and menus to the guests' tables, and replacing the weak whiskey and full ashtrays.
At this time, the accompaniment band played the song that he and the waitress had danced to when the business started today.
Iwahashi Shinichi looked like a wild cat that sensed the scent of humans while foraging. He raised his head, glanced at the pairs of figures swaying on the dance floor, and then looked back indifferently.
The hall was filled with smoke, and the lights fell and came on again, flowing silently.
I have been living in Tokyo for almost three months, and Iwahashi Shinichi has been working in a nightclub for almost three months.
In his previous life, he had managed shelves in a bookstore, worked a summer job at a barbecue stall, and even put on a doll headgear to hand out store flyers on the street, where he was surrounded by crazy children.
Until he officially took office, he did a lot of decent and undignified work.
However, this is the first time for me to engage in night-related work.
Even so, even though it was his first time working in a nightclub, he performed very well. He did his job neatly, maintained a good relationship with his colleagues, and was rated well by the manager, and he was still a bartender.
The number one dancer in my heart.
It was all smooth sailing.
At this rate, maybe one day I can become a waiter or waiter in a store.
……Kidding.
One song ends and another begins.
This night is no different from every night before. If there is no better job alternative, I will probably have to experience many more nights like this.
He was in this night world of lights and lights, but none of the thousands of colors in this night world had something to do with him.
He looked around the noisy venue, put away for a moment what could be called confusion about his future, and walked towards the new table of guests. As soon as he handed over a towel, the other person greeted him with a smile, "Good evening.
Rock Bridge.”
Iwahashi Shinichi raised his head and said, "Takenouchi-san."
