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Occasionally looking at the clouds floating in the sky is a very pleasant thing.
"The weather is so nice~" Uesugi Kenichi leaned back in his recliner, his eyes squinting with comfort.
It's definitely the natural breeze that's most comfortable.
He couldn't reach the lofty state of mind of Fan Zhongyan, who was neither elated by external gains nor saddened by personal losses. He was just an ordinary person, easily affected by such good weather, and felt extremely happy.
He closed his eyes and gently swung his legs, unlike his usual upright posture.
Just as he was enjoying this indescribable peace, a sound suddenly came from outside the door.
"Young man, young man."
He looked up and saw an elderly woman with a full head of white hair, who looked to be around 70 years old, standing outside the door waving.
"Hey, you're here." Uesugi Kenichi walked to the door and opened it.
"Grandma, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Uesugi Kenichi asked with a smile.
"Hello." The old woman smiled, her face etched with the marks of time, but her eyes were bright and clear.
“I live nearby, in that house over there. Won’t you invite me in for a bit?” The old woman held up the package in her hand.
"Oh, please come in." Uesugi Kenichi quickly greeted her and led the old woman into the living room.
He realized that it must be a neighbor coming to visit. He had read online that it was customary in Japan to visit each other after moving, but he had forgotten about it recently because he lived in an apartment building.
He brewed another pot of tea and took out some soft and glutinous pastries, placing them on the table.
"Here, these are some natto and snacks that Grandma made herself. I hope you like them." Grandma looked at Uesugi Kenichi with eyes full of smiles, and she looked very kind.
"Thank you, Grandma." Uesugi Ken bowed slightly and accepted the package with both hands.
"Young man, you're really handsome. My old man used to be far less attractive than you."
"Not at all, you flatter me," he said with a smile.
He spent some more time chatting with the old woman and learned quite a bit about her.
The old woman's surname was Matsushita, which should be her husband's surname. He didn't ask about her original surname. In Japan, after marriage, the wife is expected to give up her original surname and take her husband's surname.
Grandma Matsushita is 71 years old this year. Her husband has passed away, and she has two sons, but neither of them lives in Japan. She is currently living alone.
This type of family situation often occurs in rural areas or some impoverished counties, where young people yearn for life in big cities and go out to work, leaving their elderly parents at home.
He found chatting with Grandma Matsushita quite interesting; there was no preaching, only sighs and reflections about youth, the past, and the changes in the country.
She would occasionally look at Uesugi Kenichi with a nostalgic gaze, as if she were recalling something from her distant past.
The elderly often sigh with regret, while the young are often fearless.
Kenichi Uesugi couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as he looked at Grandma Matsushita, who was so old and had no family by her side.
After chatting for a while longer, Grandma Matsushita took her leave.
As she reached the door, Grandma Matsushita suddenly turned around.
Chapter 124 Five Centimeters Per Second
As she reached the door, Grandma Matsushita suddenly turned around.
"Can I ask you for a favor?" Grandma Matsushita asked with a smile.
"Please just tell me, and I'll definitely help if I can." Uesugi Kenichi agreed without the slightest hesitation.
After their conversation, he had a good impression of Grandma Matsushita, and since she lived alone there, he would definitely help her if there was anything he could do.
"Could you lend me some money?"
Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kenichi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had misjudged the person?
It's a bit unreasonable for someone to ask me for money so soon after we've just met.
But since he had already said it, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "How much do you need?"
He didn't directly say whether he would lend it or not. If the amount wasn't large, he would lend it; if she didn't repay it, he would just let her be.
But if you treat him like a fool, then sorry, you won't get a single penny.
"5000 yen will do. I'll pay you back next month," Grandma Matsushita said with a smile.
"Forehead……"
Kenichi Uesugi felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that he had misjudged the person. He took out his wallet from the drawer and took out 5000 yen.
"Here you go. There's no rush to pay me back. You can pay me back whenever you have the money."
"Thank you." Grandma Matsushita carefully put away the money and left with trembling steps.
Uesugi Kenichi watched her retreating figure, walked to a spot 100 meters in front of his house, and turned into the house on the right.
He shook his head and sat down back in the courtyard.
"Why are you sitting outside? Do we have guests?" Kasumigaoka Utaha rubbed her eyes and came out.
“Yes, an old lady just came by, and I served her.” Uesugi Ken pulled Shiha down to sit beside him.
"You're Grandma Matsushita, right?"
"You know her too?"
"Of course, didn't she borrow money from you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked with a smile, holding Uesugi Kenichi's hand.
He looked surprised upon hearing this. "She also borrowed money from you?"
Wow, so they were using a low-profit, high-volume strategy.
"What are you thinking about?" Kasumigaoka Utaha gently tapped Uesugi Kenichi's forehead.
“Grandma Matsushita would come over every month to borrow a little money. It wasn’t much each time, but she always paid it back every month.”
Uesugi Kenichi was about to ask why when he suddenly understood.
He nodded silently and said nothing more.
Because she lives alone, she wants to be able to talk to others occasionally. Because she borrowed money, people will remember her. Sometimes, if they haven't paid back the money for a long time, they might go to check on her so that she doesn't die without anyone knowing...
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"It's alright. Everyone in the neighborhood knows about Grandma Matsushita's situation, so they visit her every now and then to keep her from being too lonely."
"I'll go check on Mashiro." Uesugi Ken nodded and walked upstairs.
As soon as I reached the stairwell, I saw Zhenbai walking down with messy white hair.
He looked over with a bit of panic, but thankfully, nothing went wrong this time.
But what's with these socks?
"Why are you only wearing one sock?" Uesugi Kenichi asked.
"That's strange, aren't socks supposed to be a pair? Why isn't the other one coming out by itself?"
Do you think he'll jump out?
He shook his head, went into the room to find Mashiro's other sock, and then looked at the bottom of her short skirt with a suspicious look.
"You're wearing your panties, aren't you?"
"Wearing the sky blue one."
"You don't need to tell me about the colors," Uesugi Kenichi casually remarked.
He's gotten somewhat used to this kind of truthfulness.
Around noon, Eriri, Megumi Kato, Saeko Busujima, and the others arrived.
"Isn't this the genius painter from Country Y? What's she doing here? Holding an art exhibition?" Eriri was stunned when she saw Mashiro and immediately exclaimed in shock.
She knew Mashiro's information like the back of her hand, after all, the girl's reputation and strength were indeed quite astonishing, especially in the traditional painting world.
Mashiro glanced at Eriri without saying anything, but her gaze lingered on Kato Megumi for a long time.
Kenjiro Uesugi nodded. "Mashiro came to Japan to study manga."
"Eh!!!!" Eriri's face was full of disbelief.
There is a natural hierarchy of contempt in every field. Those who write traditional literature naturally look down on those who write youth literature, and those who write youth literature look down on those who write online novels.
· ·Requesting flowers· ········
Mashiro is at the top of the art world's hierarchy of contempt, so it's surprising that she wants to draw manga now.
"Can you tell me why you want to study manga?" Eriri looked at Mashiro's complicated expression.
Although she is considered a painting genius, she is far inferior to Mashiro.
"Because I love comics, and comics have brought me a lot of emotion, I want others to experience that emotion as well," Mashiro said in a very gentle tone.
She then ignored Eriri holding Uesugi Kenichi's hand and said, "I want to know the story you promised me last night."
"Wait a moment." Uesugi Kenji nodded and began to think.
...... 0 ...
He hesitated, hesitating to tell Mashiro the story in his mind. Having read Mashiro's manga and seen the direction she was currently creating, he knew that shoujo manga was the most suitable for her, preferably the kind that was depressing.
He had several backup options in his mind, and none of them were much different. The anime that he could remember were either excellent or had huge flaws.
5 Centimeters Per Second, A Silent Voice, Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day, and Your Name are all excellent works.
Finally, recalling the day he first met Mashiro, a scene reminiscent of countless cherry blossoms falling, he made his decision.
"Hey, do you know how fast cherry blossoms fall?" Uesugi Kenichi smiled slightly at everyone.
After exchanging glances, everyone shook their heads.
Although cherry blossoms are very common in Japan, and there are cherry blossom viewing dates every year, I have never actually calculated the speed at which cherry blossoms fall.
"Five centimeters per second, the speed at which cherry blossoms fall is five centimeters per second." Uesugi Kenichi's eyes held a hint of reminiscence, as he recalled the faint sadness and regret he felt when he first watched this anime.
There were no unforgettable experiences, only emotions accumulated from the little things in life.
Then, by changing the timeline, the protagonist Takaki's changes from high school to his working life are connected, and the changes in the times lead to changes in the character's personality and life.