Chapter 816: The Heart of the Beginning Remains the Same
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was gradually getting darker. If it wasn’t for the fact that Masayoshi Kishimoto was shy at the moment, he would have taken the initiative to ask the other party to go to the nearby water bar to have a seat.
At the moment, he didn’t even have dinner tonight, so how could he have that kind of money? He still had to wait until he worked at the convenience store late into the night before he was able to take a few boxes of expired food lunches off the shelves to eat.
The expired food is not bad, but just not available for sale. Who made the Japanese people pay special attention to the shopping experience?
Masayoshi Kishimoto was deeply ashamed at the thought, so he silently stood up and prepared to walk up. He could plan on using the few hours in between to give his rental house a good cleaning.
Kitagawa Kouko raised her head and suddenly looked sideways at him and said, “You still haven’t told me what kind of person you really want to be?”
Masayoshi Kishimoto stopped walking upwards, and the dream of the original owner of this body of his was to become a manga artist flashed inside his head.
However, the ideal was plump and the reality was bony. After his enthusiasm that was like chicken blood subsided, he still lived back to what a scum should be.
“Investor.” Kishimoto Masayoshi replied in a serious manner as he turned back to her after musing.
Kitagawa Kouko neither laughed nor spoke again. She just silently turned her body and sat as she always did at first.
Masayoshi Kishimoto resumed his footsteps towards the top. With each step he took, he distinctly felt an extraordinarily heavy weight that he had never felt before.
In his previous life, he had a house, a pachinko parlor, and so on, which meant that he still had capital that could be used for investment. In this life, he has nothing in his hands, but also owes money to a number of people.
Fortunately, the original owner of the body didn’t borrow from loan sharks. This is the most obvious truth that even the scrappers know, life is hard, what is called usury can not be touched.
Masayoshi Kishimoto went up to the second floor, just about to pass by the door of Kitagawa Kaoko’s house for a moment, the door of the room was opened. First a man around forty years old came out, and then a heavily made-up woman followed.
The two were still entwined and appeared to be very intimate. Taking a look as someone who had been there before, he figured out why Kitagawa Kouko would have a hard time getting home, only to sit at the top of the stairs.
She waited for these two people in front of her to finish that what. Although she didn’t know men, she knew women with heavy makeup.
The other party was the single mother who gave birth to Kitagawa Kouko. As for what kind of work the other woman did, she didn’t know very well.
Aiding and abetting? Not like that, but like a couple of concubines. There were many women who lived in the area who worked as escorts in the Takenozuka bar street.
“What are you looking at?” The man suddenly became fierce.
Kishimoto Masayoshi’s heart did not fluctuate one bit. His eyes were still fixed on the other man.
“Honey, ignore him. He’s the neighbor who lives next door to me. A scrappy man who eats the district office’s dole.”
Kitagawa Lisa’s body was pressed tightly against the man, not in a way to round up for Kishimoto Masayoshi, but filled with contempt. Even if she herself was an escort, she was still more useful than a scummy man’s life.
The man wrapped his arm around her waist and turned with her cheekily towards the stairway. The two men saw Kitagawa Kouko sitting at the top of the stairs, and not only were they all but completely unapologetic, but they simply ignored her.
Masayoshi Kishimoto walked to the door of his room, pulled out his key, and opened the door. After he walked in, he closed the door to his room with his backhand.
Once again, he himself felt the rancid odor that filled the inside of this one room. He hurriedly took off the pair of shoes on his own feet at the entrance hall, following which he stepped onto the tatami mat.
Masayoshi Kishimoto took two steps in front of the window, and with a loud clatter, he opened the window to let in some air.
Afterward, he began to roll up his sleeves and clean the room. As long as a person’s mind is in a positive state, even if he lives in the worst and harshest of environments, he will still be able to do it in a clean and organized manner.
The inside of a loser’s heart is completely filled with decadence, black and white, escaping from reality …… can be lazy to the point of not caring, have food and drink, lie down and go to sleep.
Even if you feel bored, you will not take the initiative to find things to do, but also self-congratulation, their job is to try to endure boredom.
The time came to a quarter to nine in the evening, Kishimoto Masayoshi suddenly heard a burst of sounds of men and women applauding for love from the next door on his left.
In the past, the original owner of this body would have immediately gotten excited, tiptoed over, and pressed one ear against the wall to listen. As for his right hand, he would have made an indescribably obscene gesture.
For this reason, Masayoshi Kishimoto just sighed. It wasn’t too late at this point in time, so why couldn’t you help but get passionate?
With a second thought inside his head, he immediately realized. The ones living next door to his left were a pair of youngsters. He immediately showed a particularly understanding mood.
In their age group, even if they have seven times a night, they are still able to enjoy it. After getting married and reaching middle age, not to mention once a week.
Even if it is once a week, all become not active, completely is to cope with the errand like. If that one night the wife took the initiative to ask for a second time, the whole person will become bad, but also try to struggle a little.
When a man is young, the opposite sex touches his hair, are able to have a physical reaction. However, once a man reaches middle age, a woman is like that, not much fun.
Inside Kishimoto’s head, he thought that he sympathized with the original owner of this body. Every day, like him, a twenty years old, single, dead house inside the home of the vigorous man, and so sandwiched in the middle of the two neighbors living, in the end, what will be a kind of experience and feelings?
The walls were thin, so the soundproofing would not be good, and you should be able to hear the sound of men and women applauding for love during the day and night almost every day.
It is not a kind of enjoyment, but a kind of incomparable torture and torment to his body and mind. No wonder, there are so many toilet paper balls and toilet paper balls inside this house? Apart from the fact that it was really too much of a waste of paper, there was no way around it.
“The rich man’s night life has also just begun, yet it is able to be colorful. The nightlife of the poor has likewise begun, yet it is so singular and boring.” Masayoshi Kishimoto suddenly had a feeling and said.
After he finished speaking, it was time to go out. He could not be late for his first day of work tonight. It would take him about half an hour to walk one way from his residence to his part-time job.