Tony's father, Takiya Saaburo, was a jazz composer. Just before the start of the Pacific War, Zuo Saburo caused some trouble at home, and he was forced to leave Tokyo for Shanghai, where he spent his days in chaos. In a nightclub in Shanghai, the trumpet was played quietly. When the war ended, they locked him in prison for a long time because he was implicated in his long stay in Shanghai. Most of his cellmates were executed one by one, with little or no trial. Executions are often carried out at 2:00 pm. One day, without notice, they dragged him outside to a range and shot him over the head with an automatic rifle. In that place, the boundary between life and death is only as thin as a hair.
Takiya Zuosaburo. Back to Japan with a bag of ashes. It was the spring of 1946, and he found that his hometown had been destroyed by the bombing, and that his parents and his only brother had suffered the same tragic fate. In other words, at that time, he became a lonely person in the world.
Eventually, he hooked up with a girl from a distant relative of his mother, and a year later they got married and had a little boy. Three days after the baby was born, his mother died. Her death came so suddenly, so was her cremation.
A friend of Takiya's, a major in the U.S. Army, consoles him with the reality of life. The major said you should name him Tony, like me. So in an American-influenced age, the idea of giving his children an American name didn't hurt at all. This is what Zuo Saburo said.
No harm at all, Tony Takiya.
There is no downside.
Because of this American name, when Tony introduces himself, people always look at him strangely. Some people don't even understand. For one reason or another, Tony became a closed kid. For as long as he could remember, his dad was wandering around with the band. Passing the day alone has become a natural thing for Tony.
When he was young, a landlord took care of him, but when he went to middle school, he cooked by himself, locked the door by himself, and went to bed by himself.
Tony could not comment on the paintings discussed by his classmates. Those paintings that permeate art and ideology, for him, paintings represent a kind of nature, a kind of fantasy.
Tony is the best at drawing machines. He is familiar with cars, radio parts, and knows more about engines than anyone else.
He later became an illustrator, and that was natural.
From magazine covers to advertising illustrations, Tony takes on everything related to machines. These jobs are fun and pay well.
Zuo Saburo and Tony meet every two or three years. Once they have settled the necessary matters, there is nothing to discuss between the two.
Sasaburo Takiya wasn't born a father, just like Tony wasn't born a child.
Zuo Saburo was still playing the music he played before, but it was a little different from the music Tony remembered. His dad is playing. The difference may be subtle, but to Tony, the difference is fatal. Tony wanted to get closer to his dad, "Why not?" That's what he wanted to ask.
However, she is like a bird flying from afar, dressed naturally, surrounded by a special breeze.
Tony seems to have fallen in love and is thinking about marriage for the first time.
On Tony's fifth date with her, Tony proposes to her, but she also focuses on another man. Tony and her, the age gap between the two is 15 years. "Let me think about it" is what she said. Loneliness is like a prison, that's how Tony sees it. If she said she wouldn't marry me, I would definitely die. He made his mind clear to her, he said how lonely he was, how much he had lost in life. After seeing her, finally let him understand "You not only let me understand that I am lonely, but also let me know how important it is to see you. I have lost everything in my life."
Tony's lonely life is over. When he wakes up, he looks for her, and if he finds her sleeping next to him, he relaxes. Tony would be anxious if she left. After getting rid of loneliness, Tony still feels a little weird sometimes, because now he is not alone, he is very scared, afraid of going back to a lonely life. Sometimes, when he imagined it, he broke into a cold sweat.
This fear of his continued until three months after his marriage. His worries lessened as he began to get used to his new daughter-in-law.
Shadows appeared in their married life. She is a natural housewife, and she manages the house conditionally. But there is only one thing that upsets Tony, and that is, she likes to buy a lot of clothes.
She could barely contain herself when there was a lot of clothes around. Almost instantly, her expression and her voice changed. After they toured Europe, the problem got worse. During their travels, she bought a lot of fashionable clothes. She seemed fascinated and only knew how to buy clothes, buying everything she saw, and Tony just had to pay attention to the price tags on the clothes.
After returning to Japan, her enthusiasm has not waned, and day after day, she continues to buy clothes. They had to buy a couple of big wardrobes, as well as a shoe rack designed to hold her shoes. When that wasn't enough, they had to treat the entire room as a wardrobe.
"How about buying a little less? I'm not just thinking about the money, I'd be happy that you're beautiful. But do you really need that much clothes?"
"I know what I should do. But when I know More often, I can't control myself. When I see something beautiful, I have to buy it, I have to buy it. It's like an addiction."
She promised to get rid of her addiction.
After a week, she stayed at home to avoid temptation. But just this week, she felt empty, spent all day in the locker room, looking at her clothes, she never got tired of looking at clothes, and the more she looked, the more she wanted new clothes. When this desire increased, she lost control.
She actually likes her husband very much and accepts his wise advice that she has only one body and really doesn't need that many clothes.
So she went to her favorite store and asked if she could return the clothes she bought recently. After returning the clothes, she felt much more relaxed. But while she waited for something to change, she couldn't think about anything but the clothes she had returned, their colors, styles, and fabrics.
She died in a car accident while trying to reverse the car.
From the thirteenth women who applied, Tony chose the one who looked the most like his wife.
"Relax. This job is actually very simple, you can answer the phone from 9 to 5 every day here. And distribute some materials, or help with copying documents. However, there is one more condition here, my wife has left me, I have a lot of her clothes here, some of them new, and I'd love to see you in them like you're wearing your uniform when we're working here."
"I'm sure it's a very strange request. , but I have no other motive. I just need some time to get used to the fact that she has left me. If you walk around wearing her clothes, I know the fact that she is gone has been known."
To be honest, she Really don't get what Tony means, but he doesn't look like a bad guy. She thinks he's just a gaffe after losing his wife, and besides that, she's out of work and out of money. She needs a job.
"I see, I mean, actually, I don't really understand what you're talking about, but I think I know what you're asking. Can I see your wife's clothes before I do? I think I You should try them on and see if they fit."
"I'll wait for you outside, try it."
After a while, Tony came in to see what was wrong with her.
"Why are you crying?" he asked her.
"I'm sad, I'm so sad. I'm just, I've never seen, such a beautiful dress. I'm really sad, I'm confused by it, sorry"
"Go on, you go and choose one that can A week's worth of clothes and shoes, and we'll bring them. Also, calm down. Why don't you pick a coat," Tony said.
She chose a warm-toned velvet coat that was as light as a feather, and she had never worn a coat like this before.
She was wearing her clothes and looked like the shadows of his wife who couldn't linger, and these shadows, infused with gentle breath, moved with his wife.
Yes, what he was dealing with now, a very important source of his, looked like many shadows were dying every moment. As Tony watched all this happen, he gradually started to choke.
"I'm sorry, but things have changed. You can keep those clothes you bring home, please forget all these things. Please don't tell anyone."
Tony contacted a second-hand clothes store, They came and took everything. He walked away bored, and the fitting room became empty. Even the feeling he believed in most gradually faded from his memory. His memory also shifted gradually, like a misty wind, each change becoming confused.
Two years after his wife died, his father also died of liver cancer. All he had left was his trombone, an old jazz record. The records all had models, so Tony had to open that fitting room window periodically.
That's it, a year has passed. In any case, he inherited that album and gradually took on it. Tony made an appraisal for this second-hand record, because many records are rare, and the appraisal is quite high, but it is meaningless. Once this album is gone, Tony, is completely alone.
"Every moment, I recall an unknown woman who was also crying. In the fitting room in front, I saw the clothes that his wife left behind."
His memory recovered, her cry, After that, he almost forgot everything. Strange, he never wavered, the memory of that woman.
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