This restaurant is located in an alley next to the AEON Department Store. Because it is blocked by the department store, the entire alley looks a bit gloomy, with only a small amount of sunlight pouring in.
The mottled light spreads wantonly, bringing a little warmth, and shines on the wall or shop sign, adding a touch of golden brilliance.
There were not many pedestrians coming and going, and they all kept a tacit understanding of silence when passing by, making the alley always maintain a quiet atmosphere.
"Nakamura-san, what do you like to eat?"
Wakamatsu Koji and Nakamura Masahiro were sitting by the window. While he was scanning the menu with a pen, he asked Nakamura Masahiro for his opinion.
"In other words, are there any taboo foods..."
"That's not true..."
Nakamura Masahiro smiled and responded very politely: "Senior, you can do whatever you want, I can do it."
"Okay, then I'm welcome."
Since Masahiro Nakamura had no taboos, Koji Wakamatsu no longer hesitated and started sketching out the menu.
He is a regular customer of this restaurant and is very familiar with the dishes in the restaurant. Therefore, he completed the order in a few strokes and handed the menu to the waiter on the side.
"Nakamura-san, after filming TBS TV station's Taiwan celebration drama, what are your future filming plans?"
While waiting for the food to be served, Wakamatsu Koji and Nakamura Masahiro casually chatted about work plans and arrangements.
"If nothing happens, you might as well come and be my assistant..."
"assistant?"
After being slightly surprised, Nakamura Masahiro shook his head and directly gave Wakamatsu Koji a negative reply.
"I also have a movie project to prepare for later, so I may not have time..."
Not to mention that Nakamura Masahiro still has the task of that commercial film, even if he has free time, he will not be Wakamatsu Koji's assistant.
It's not that Nakamura Masahiro looks down on the position of Wakamatsu Kouji's assistant, but he feels that it's not necessary and it's a bit of a waste of time.
Now that he is able to direct movies independently, Nakamura Masahiro would definitely like to shoot his own planned projects. After all, the meanings of a supervisor and an assistant are very different.
"Okay, forget it if you don't have time."
Wakamatsu Koji doesn't care. With Nakamura Masahiro's current popularity, he is definitely busy, so he is not surprised at all.
"What is the new film project? Can you tell me more about it?"
The topic of the chat switched to the film project planned by Masahiro Nakamura, and Koji Wakamatsu asked with interest: "Artistic film? Or commercial film?"
"Commercial Film."
Without any hesitation, Nakamura Masahiro replied with a firm tone: "For the new film project, I am planning to make a commercial film..."
Before he could finish his words, a slight tremor suddenly hit him, which made Masahiro Nakamura a little stunned. Before he could react, what he saw was that the customers in the store were in a mess.
Everyone stood up in unison, with a look of panic on their faces, and ran towards the door of the store with all their strength, as if they were fleeing for safety.
Some people were even so panicked that they knocked down tables and chairs, creating obstacles on the path and causing them to trip and fall to the ground without paying attention.
"earthquake...."
I don't know who suddenly shouted such a sentence, like an explosion of thunder, it suddenly sounded in the store, exacerbating the already panic situation.
"Nakamura-san, run quickly..."
Before Masahiro Nakamura, who was a little confused, could react, he saw Koji Wakamatsu running away from the side, and turned around and yelled at him at the top of his lungs.
Earthquake? Earthquake? Earthquake! Isn’t it?!
Time seemed to have stopped for a moment, and Nakamura Masahiro finally came to his senses belatedly. He stood up abruptly, and was about to follow up with Wakamatsu Koji, when another shock hit him violently.
Compared with the mild feeling before, this time it was more severe. The tables and chairs involuntarily deviated from their original positions, making a creaking and rubbing sound, which was sharp and harsh, making people feel physically uncomfortable.
The chandelier above the head swings back and forth greatly, flickering between on and off. The crazy swinging posture is like dancing a warm and cheerful Latin dance.
Many things swayed from high places and fell to the ground, breaking into various fragments and parts. They were scattered all over the ground, looking messy.
Nakamura Masahiro accidentally stepped on a raised object and stumbled, his body tilted involuntarily and he almost fell to the ground.
A group of chefs and clerks in white work clothes also rushed out of the back kitchen in a hurry, with frightened expressions on their faces, and fled out of the store in a panic.
When passing by Nakamura Masahiro, there was an inadvertent collision, causing Nakamura Masahiro, who was already unstable, to completely lose his balance.
His body tilted and fell to the side, and his arms instantly propped themselves up on a swaying dining table next to him like a conditioned reflex, managing not to fall down.
With thousands of emotions welling up in his heart, Nakamura Masahiro didn't care about cursing, stabilized his body slightly, and immediately rushed outside.
The wall of the restaurant made a "squeaking" sound, and then there were signs of cracking. As the frequency of shaking became more and more intense, the gaps turned into cracks, and finally collapsed.
Nakamura Masahiro had already fled outside the alley at this time. The quiet alley behind him had disappeared. Many buildings on both sides had collapsed, and those that had not fallen were swaying violently back and forth.
Looking around, it seems as if the end of the world is coming, everything is in chaos. Tall buildings are swaying constantly, and people are running around in panic.
The originally straight telephone poles and street lamps were also swayed in various postures, and the dancing sparks even caused some fires.
The rising black smoke spread wantonly and merged together in mid-air, like a veil-like shadow, blocking the fiery sun above.
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Screams, curses, scolds, cries, begging and other noisy sounds were mixed together, like a swarm of bees collecting pollen, buzzing non-stop.
There was no ranking of seniority, no respect for the elderly, and no trace of the order Japan was proud of. Everyone was in a mess, fleeing towards what they thought was a safe zone.
Many small cracks suddenly appeared on the flat ground. Along with the violent shaking, there was a faint tendency to expand, which made people even more panicked.
Nakamura Masahiro stood in the huge square, suppressing the panic that kept pouring out of his heart. He took out his cell phone and took a look, only to find that there was no signal.
"Fuck, garbage."
Cursing in a low voice, Nakamura Masahiro calmed down. He looked around, thinking nervously about where to go to be safer.
Although the square where we are now is a relatively safe place, the unbridled flow of people is like a frightened chicken coop, which is a perfect interpretation of the chaos.
From time to time, someone would be knocked to the ground or pushed to the ground. If you were lucky, you could get up immediately. If you were unlucky, you would be stepped on by the fleeing crowd.
The surrounding high-rise buildings have been shaking violently, and no one knows whether they will suddenly collapse. If you stay here for a long time, it is simply a gamble.
Even if those tall buildings did not collapse, with so many people gathering in this square, it would be a terrible thing if a stampede occurred.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
A crying sound disrupted Nakamura Masahiro's thoughts, forcing him to give up thinking and turn to the owner of the voice.
I saw a petite little girl squatting on the bus stop next to her, tears streaming down her eyes, and she kept wiping them with her little hands.
I don’t know if this little girl ran away on her own? Or lost contact with her family in the rush of people?
The roof covering above the head was twisted out of shape and fell sideways, shaking along with the stop sign.
I wonder if this little girl was frightened? How dare she squat there stupidly, without fear of the roof falling down and being smashed?
A faint feeling of compassion was aroused, and Nakamura Masahiro did not care about the danger. He rushed over in three steps and dragged the little girl out.
The rough behavior frightened the little girl so much that she forgot to cry and just let Nakamura Masahiro drag her to the open space far away.
Breathing heavily, Nakamura Masahiro once again glanced at the chaotic flow of people. After taking a rough look at the crowds surging in all directions, he also took steps to follow one of the teams.
If he was familiar with Miyagi Prefecture, it would be easier for Masahiro Nakamura to find a place to take refuge. But unfortunately, he was not very familiar with the place and could only follow the crowds of people seeking refuge.
"Don't move around. Follow me for the time being... When the situation stabilizes, I will find a way to contact your family."
Feeling some struggle in his weak little hand, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but hold it hard, and while walking quickly, he gave instructions to the little girl without looking back.
He knew the little girl's worries and worries, but at this special time, he couldn't care so much at the moment.
If you let the little girl stay where you are, in such a chaotic situation, it is very likely that some unpredictable unexpected situations will occur.
For the current plan, it is better to take this little girl to a safe place first, and then find a way to contact her family later.
As if she understood what Nakamura Masahiro said, the little girl stopped struggling and became quiet, obediently keeping up with Nakamura Masahiro's pace.
The violent shaking continued, and the swaying high-rise buildings were like catkins blown back and forth by the strong wind.
Many houses on both sides of the street have collapsed. Sloping telephone poles stand abruptly on the ruins, and lines as dense as spider webs are tangled together.
The blazing flames became more and more unbridled, mixed with flickering lights and billowing smoke from time to time, which made people feel heart-stopping.
"I...where are we going?"
A weak voice came from the side, and Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously looked back and saw that it was the little girl with teary eyes. If you like Japanese big things, please collect them: (www.sodu777.net) Japanese big things, search and read novels, update the whole network at the fastest speed