Detached villa

What I described before seemed to be some insignificant things. Of course, after this is the beginning of a new case I want to describe.

This case is not complicated among the cases handled by Mitarai that I have participated in, but it is really significant from other perspectives.

On our third day in Paris, that is, the second day after we went to the Louvre, when we were enjoying music and the Seine River in a street coffee shop, a guest who was familiar with Mitarai unexpectedly came.

I have always admired the cultural atmosphere and beautiful and elegant scenery of Paris, and the next time I have the opportunity to come to this unforgettable place, I don’t know when it will be. I can almost be regarded as greedy. The surrounding scenery, I want to put them all intact in my mind and take them away.

Compared with my narrow knowledge, it is obviously not the first time for Mitarai to visit these places.It can be seen from some places that Mitarai can even be called a regular customer in some restaurants and cafes he took me to.Occasionally he would introduce me to familiar bosses and casual friends, even though I knew nothing but the most basic language.

Many of Mitarai’s actions during this trip really moved me. He would introduce me to the background and sources of those ancient ruins. When encountering beautiful scenery, such as the scenery along the road from Italy to France, he would They will also point out their characteristics to me with a little bit of interest.

However, his rare "gentle" side can't hide a certain degree of inferiority.

The friends I met in the cafe this time are slightly different from the previous ones. First of all, he is a Japanese with the same language, which is enough for me to cheer.

The man's eye sockets were sunken, his complexion always felt a little dark, and his big eyes were bloodshot, as if he had worked very hard and didn't have a good rest.

"Mitarai, it's been a long time." That person probably saw that I was there, and communicated directly in Japanese intimately.

"Fujii Shuzo." Mitarai didn't even use an honorific title when he introduced it to me.

I should have mentioned in front of you many times before that Mitarai will develop a state of depression in some unspeakable times, such as encountering work difficulties or extreme boredom, just like Matsuzaki Reo Wang Nai As described at the time, the whole person is like a computer with broken parts. I can always involuntarily imagine in my mind the appearance of a huge machine that has broken down and trembled.

Except for those moments, most of Mitarai's state is very excited, and it can be called high interest in things he likes or cares about.But while his attitude is active, the toss he caused to those around him is also unmatched by others.

At this time, the ironic expression on Mitarai's face that always makes people uncomfortable is like a prelude to this toss.

"Hello, my name is Fujii Shuzo, a photographer who was active in Paris recently, and I met Mitarai in college." Fujii saw that Mitarai didn't intend to introduce me, so he took the initiative to communicate with me.

This flatters me a bit, since I'm often the one who gets overlooked when Mitarai is around.

"Ishioka Kazuki, hello."

I shook hands with him.

"Mitarai, what are you doing in Paris?"

Fujii turned the topic to Mitarai again: "I didn't say anything in advance, so I can pick you up, and there are still a few people gathering."

Mitarai sneered: "What are you getting together for? Do you get together and dance wildly at the bar, or watch those extravagant performances at the Moulin Rouge?"

"People always like to find their own existence in such a place where they lose themselves. Don't you think this is a very refuting behavior? It's like a crow looking for food in the morgue, and in the end it can't find anything but a waste of time. Yes. If you want to call this kind of behavior 'art', then I can only say that art is really the most unconscionable behavior in the world."

"Come to a strange city, find strange friends, pretend to be acquaintances to do the landlord's friendship, cheer each other and make a big scene, and face a piece of paper afterwards and leave nothing behind. It’s simply deceiving yourself. If you want to do this, why do you have to find your own friends? Record a bunch of videos and put them one by one in front of you, with background music and loud noises, I believe it can achieve similar effects, at least There is still the last piece of paper left. If I really want to have this kind of idea, I am willing to provide actors."

"So, Ishioka, I am more in favor of your life of injured elderly people supporting you than this kind of idleness. After all, it is full of self and distant thoughts. Although from my point of view, I also reject it. Your premature aging."

While Mitarai was talking, I peeked at Fujii Shuzo's face, he didn't seem to have changed, he seemed to have gotten used to Mitarai's tossing, but I didn't understand why the topic turned back to me in the end.

"Hey, Mitarai." I retorted angrily, "My life is not as boring as you imagined."

Then I saw Mitarai looking at me with a pitiful expression on his face, which made me speechless.

"Hahaha, Mitarai, you are still as harsh as ever."

Shuzo Fujii laughed cheerfully, although in my eyes there was always such a reluctance.

"If you are still in Paris next week, come and take part in my exhibition." Shuzo Fujii glanced at Mitarai, and for some reason mentioned his business card to my hand, "It's always okay to cheer for someone you know Yeah, I always thought our relationship wasn't that cold."

Mitarai put on an indifferent face, then turned to me and asked, "How about it, Ishioka, do you want to go?"

After hearing this sentence, Fujii also looked at me expectantly, which made me suddenly feel that I was attracting attention.

"Ah, yes." I finally replied.

Mitarai could only shrug her shoulders, expressing her acquiescence.

The three of us fell into a silent silence for a while, when I suddenly smelled a very strange smell, like some kind of smoke.

I also had a little bit of smoking habit a long time ago, but I stopped under the strong opposition of Mitarai, so I am not familiar with the smell of this kind of smoke now.

"But this is the first time I see Mitarai taking friends out to play," Shuzo Fujii suddenly opened the topic curiously, "Mr. Ishioka, it must be very hard to accompany Mitarai."

"Hey, hey, Shuzo Fujii," Mitarai retorted suddenly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his statement, "I'm the one who worked hard, right? As my private chef and part-time subordinate, I'm like a baby with nothing after leaving the country. You know, you need my care."

But in China, I have always taken care of you!I turned my head a little dissatisfied. During the time when I was taking care of Mitarai, I once thought that if Mitarai and I lost our jobs someday (of course it seems that Mitarai will never encounter such a thing ), relying on me to do housekeeping can support myself, after all, even people who are as difficult to serve as Mitarai can take care of them.

And whoever is your personal chef is simply a servant!In the end, he left me and went to Northern Europe without saying a word.

"Hahaha, you are really interesting." Shuzo Fujii said, "I will bring my girlfriend to meet you next time. She is an English girl who likes Japanese culture very much. She will be very happy."

Knowing that Mitarai doesn't like feminine features, I can understand his slight complaint of displeasure.

"Her name is Anna, and she is a female singer in a bar. Her voice is really great." Shuzo Fujii seemed to have not seen the subtle expression of Mitarai, "Compared to all aspects, she is much better than Sophia."

I really wanted to ask him who Sophia was, but seeing Mitarai's bad face, he didn't ask him.

During our chat with Shuzo Fujii, the latter kept looking at his watch. At first I thought he was in a hurry, but I didn't expect that we would meet on another occasion after that.