Mr. Y2 Big

The store "Ten Chuan" is really hard to find, not only is the place remote, but the signboard is also very low-key, wishing that others could not see it.

Sakurai Sho walked around 2-chome four times before finally finding this kimono shop that seems to have a very long history.Just about to push the door to go in, the sliding door was opened from the inside, and a delicate fragrance wafted in, elegant and stylish.Sakurai Sho looked up and saw a person wearing a small Western-style cloak, a bowler hat and round glasses walking out, he quickly turned sideways to make way for him.

The other party was also a little surprised, but he recovered his smile after a while, smiled slightly at Sho Sakurai, bowed slightly and passed him by.

Sho Sakurai saw that he was carrying the bag of "Ten Chuan" in his hand, and suddenly felt that the customers of the century-old store were indeed people with taste, but after thinking about it, he felt that it might not be so. A gentleman is a few orders of magnitude worse.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Sho Sakurai entered the kimono shop through the half-open door.

It is said to be a store, but it does not look like a normal store. It makes people feel as if they have entered someone's house somewhere. The architecture and decoration are very particular, and it has a taste of the Taisho period.

"Excuse me, is there anyone? I am Sakurai who is here to pick up the kimono for Mr. Ninomiya."

Sakurai Sho stood at the entrance and raised his voice and asked.

"Please come in."

An old male voice and rustling sounds came from inside. Sho Sakurai saw the slippers for guests beside the entrance, so he changed his shoes and walked in.

Behind the entrance is a narrow corridor, only the light on the wall is reflected in the corridor. As soon as Sakurai Sho walked in, the voice greeted him into the room with an open door on the left. The room was changed into one, which is both a reception room and a kimono display room. There are many styles of men's kimonos in the room.

The boss looked quite young, but he was in good spirits. He apologized to the young man in front of him with a smile on his face: "I'm really sorry, my leg has been a problem for many years, and it doesn't work very well. Don't be surprised!"

Sakurai Sho looked at the heavy crutch in his palm, and the place where he was holding it had been worn black and shiny. Hearing what the old man said, he waved his hand quickly, "Don't say that, a little thing is nothing."

The old man nodded slightly, let Sakurai sit on the sofa prepared for customers as soon as he entered the door, and smiled more amiably, "There are not many polite children like you now, I think it was the same when Xiaohe came here for the first time. look."

It seems that Mr. Ninomiya, who has no sense of fashion, really had a reason to choose this store. Sakurai Sho thought about it, and then picked up the old man's words, "It seems that you and my Mr. Ninomiya are old acquaintances?"

The old man laughed, "I'm indeed old friends with Mr. Ninomiya, but it's not the one you mentioned." He walked slowly to the cabinet at the side of the room, took out the kimono he had prepared and handed it to Mr. Sakurai Sho, but his eyes didn't leave Sakurai Sho's hand.

"This dress belonged to my old friend, and I recognized it immediately. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiaohe has become a writer... What a trick."

Sakurai Sho looked at the clothes in his hands. The pattern was indeed the same as ten years ago, but it was changed according to the current style.It's just that it doesn't look like Mr. Ninomiya's style to spend a lot of time altering an old dress, because the cost of the alteration alone is enough to buy a brand new one.

Sakurai Sho didn't know whether the "old friend" mentioned by the kimono owner was Mr. Ninomiya's father or his grandfather, but judging by his age, the old man probably belonged to his grandfather's generation.

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to say more, Sakurai Sho got up and said goodbye. He asked the boss who was handicapped to stop, and walked out of the store the same way.

A set of kimonos is really not light, Sakurai Sho walked forward carrying the same "Tukawa" bag, and his mind kept spinning.Although he didn't mean to pry into his employer's privacy, it was like a soft feather in his heart that kept teasing his curiosity.

The owner of the kimono must have some relationship with Mr. Ninomiya's family, and he probably knows some things. The specific things are naturally unknown. The last sentence is meaningful, and there must be some unknown old things hidden.

Sho Sakurai suddenly felt that Mr. Ninomiya is really interesting, not only his behavior is weird but also his life experience is a mystery, it is even more exciting than a suspense novel.

When Sho Sakurai was thinking this way, he took out his magnetic card and entered the subway station with a "beep", and he didn't feel that it was unusual for him to think so.

(｀3′)(.゜ー゜)

Early the next morning, Assistant Sakurai ignored the resentment of Mr. Ninomiya, who got up very angry at home, and successfully drove to the Izu Peninsula according to the established plan.

Sho Sakurai didn't have much chance to drive. When he was in college, he didn't have to. After working at Mr. Ninomiya's place, he didn't have anything to do with a car. It was the first time he drove out seriously.However, no matter how long it has been for those who can drive, as long as they get started, they feel that they will come back very quickly. In addition, it is not a holiday, and the highway is smooth all the way, which is very comfortable.

The sunshine in spring was just right, and the wind was a lot gentler. As soon as Sakurai Sho felt relieved, he forgot that Mr. Ninomiya next to him was still making up for his sleep.The car ran happily, and when the wind squeezed in along the car window, he became mischievous. Not only did Mr. Nigong's hair lose his image, but he kept squinting his eyes and kept shrinking into the blanket on his body.

Sakurai Sho looked at Mr. Ninomiya, who was wrapped up like a silkworm baby by himself, and couldn't help being a bit wicked and didn't want to close the window, but he was afraid that he would be frozen. Mr. has a runny nose, it affects his image, it seems that he didn't take good care of him.Assistant Sakurai, who was trying to be black, took one more look at the writhing silkworm beside him, and then closed the car window.

It was almost 12 noon when we arrived at Atami. While watching the restaurant signboard on the roadside, Sho Sakurai reached out his hand to wake Mr. Ninomiya up, but he turned his hand and stuck it on Mr. Ninomiya's face.Shocked, Sakurai Sho stopped immediately and looked straight ahead.

"You're awake, just find a place to eat."

Sho Sakurai felt a fake concern in his voice, and successfully shifted Mr. Ninomiya's attention from his face to lunch.

"...Oh, look for it, don't want spicy, don't want seafood."

Sho Sakurai responded with two lines of tears in his heart. It's easy to say that you don't eat spicy food, but you don't eat seafood when you come to Izu? !Then what is the significance of coming to Izu! !But the foodie assistant could only growl in his heart. Looking at the piles of shellfish and shrimps on the street, he felt a stomach ache just thinking about it.

Because Mr. Ninomiya asked him a few times and told him to choose whatever he wanted, Sakurai Sho really chose what he wanted to eat. Anyway, he can’t eat seafood, so it’s the same as eating anything.

The cold soba noodles and vegetable tempura refreshed the two of them, and they arrived in Ito not long after driving through Atami.Mr. Ninomiya didn't go back to sleep, and passed the time with the book library. Sakurai had read the map before he came, so he found the destination without much effort.

The address on the invitation letter is a rather large private manor, but it should be specially used for banquets or other events, and no one usually lives there.

When Sho Sakurai parked the car, he saw many people like them in the parking lot. He suddenly felt excited and nervous. He probably saw a lot of great writers alive tonight. This is from the name To the difference between a living person, from Two-dimensional to a three-dimensional difference!When the little reader Sho Sakurai felt that his eyesight was about to run out, he suddenly saw a very familiar figure, and he couldn't help but pause when he was carrying his luggage.

"what happened?"

"Oh, someone looks familiar."

After Sakurai Sho finished speaking, he got a friendly big roll of his eyes, "That's true, everything may be lacking today, except that there is no shortage of all kinds of writers, big, medium and small."

Sakurai Sho wanted to explain a bit, but felt that there was nothing wrong with what Mr. Ninomiya said, so he silently carried his luggage and walked in with the guide.