Chapter 3 Human emotions

  In this small mountain village under the mountains, almost no one has been to the legendary metropolis Tokyo before. However, with the development of the economy in the past two years, there has been a gap in the labor force needed by big cities.

  Just find some work there, and the money you can earn in one day is almost as much as what the villagers earns from working in the fields for a month. As a result, people began to flee to big cities one after another.

  People here have never seen those legendary intellectual women's, imported fine wine, and all kinds of new electronic gadgets. They are covered with a dazzling layer of mystery.

  Regardless of whether you can afford them, you can at least appreciate their colors and shapes, or smell that wine fragrance.

  As a result, they received more and more descriptions from fellow rural people who left here and to work in Tokyo, now bathed in the glory of the big city.

  More and more people are desperate to leave the empty, sinking ship and take the "city" train with unknown direction and already overcrowded.

  Now Torataro is about to become one of them to. According to his impulsive temperament, he should be the first group to leave here. It's just that his mother's health has been in poor health and his father is a drunkard who barely lives at home, which slows him down.

  Now that his mother's health is getting better day by day, he can no longer hold back the restlessness in his heart. When Yuichi Nakamura was going to Tokyo to study, it was natural for him to go with him as well.

  Under his father's words and his mother's hesitant gaze, Yuichi Nakamura rarely acted like he didn't care.

  They have never left this mountain, and they have never been to Tokyo.

  But They still want to find even a little bit from their somewhat monotonous life experience of several decades, which can comfort their son's heart and help him when he is about to drift away and experience a big city life.

  Even if Yuichi Nakamura doesn't need it now.

  Human emotions are both simple and complex. Different languages, culture and customs do not hinder mutual empathy.

  In the dead of night, Yuichi Nakamura was still tossing and turning on the bed. Maybe it was the excitement of going to Tokyo, or maybe it was because of what my parents said.

  Finally, he simply got up and opened the window. The cold air hitting his face made him shiver subconsciously. It also made the restless in his heart a little calmer.

  There is an arched snow cave under the eaves, in which a tablet of the Water God is enshrined. This is also a custom here. There is such a snow cave in front of every house. The hostess will go in every day to pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year.

  The dark night is endless and silent, but the white snow is still clearly visible. The river not far in front of the house is covered with white snow, leaving only a shallow trace, just like his last name, Yuichi Nakamura, a white river.

  It turns out that my name was given to me by my mother, Maple, and I appreciate the red leaves in autumn. Autumn also means harvest season, and there is no better metaphor for being a farmer.

  People in mountain villages make a living by farming, and they mainly rely on rice. But because of its geographical location, the fields here are basically terraced fields.

  Looking at the rest, the entire field of vision is the vast forest sea.

  The howling cold wind made Yuichi Nakamura wake up from his fugue. He closed the window and prepared to continue his dreaming career. At this time, there was movement at the door.

  "You haven't slept yet?" his Mothers came out from the door, but she did not open the door and just stood there.

  "Yeah, I am going to sleep now." For some reason, Yuichi Nakamura suddenly felt guilty about playing games late at night when he was young in his previous life and getting caught by his mother.

  "Pay attention to rest, there are still things to do tomorrow." The gentle voice gradually faded away, occasionally interspersed with a few words of conversation.

  It turned out that his parents didn't sleep either. Yuichi Nakamura lay on the tatami and let out a long sigh.

  The moon and stars are bright, and the night is long.

  Regarding going to college, it actually has nothing to do with the current Yuichi Nakamura. Everything is the result of the efforts of the previous owner of the body.

  In his vague memories, when he was very young, he would lean in front of the door, holding his head high beneath his mother's knees, listening to his mother reading from a book.

  Perhaps due to his frailty or his quiet nature, he did not possess the wild nature of mountain children. On the contrary, he had always been fascinated by books.

  It was precisely because of this fascination that he became the first young man from the mountain village to rely on education, especially in a metropolis like Tokyo.

  So, when they learned that the Nakamura family was facing difficulties with tuition fees, the villagers in the village spontaneously offered their support. This also shielded Hayato from unnecessary criticism.

  They might not understand what Tokyo truly is, a bustling metropolis, but they did understand the value of education, especially when it came to going to college.

  Early in the morning, Yuichi Nakamura was still having breakfast at home when Torataro's shouting echoed from outside the door.

  "Yuichi! Yuichi! Hurry up, the farewell ceremony is about to begin!"

  Hearing Torataro's eager call, Yuichi Nakamura, who was in no hurry, felt a sudden rush of excitement. He glanced at his unresponsive father, and his eyes held a hint of reproach towards his mother.