Tokyo in October 1980.

There is no autumn at all. The annoying autumn tiger is still showing its might. The sun at 9 o'clock in the morning is not inferior to noon at all.

The nurse and sister with sweat on her forehead quickly walked to the ward. Through the small window on the door, the thin young man in the room was packing his belongings.

She pushed open the door: "Naokisang, you're already cleaning up. Have the discharge procedures been completed?"

"Hi, the procedures have been completed, thanks to your care!" The reply was fluent in Japanese. He turned his head and Naoki Naoyama, who was pale, carried a small bag and bowed slightly to the nurse.

"Only some things left to bring back are now packed."

The entire process is like a program engraved in the body, and it is naturally completed.

"You have to take good care of yourself, don't give up, Naokisang!" The nurse told her.

"Hi, sorry, I've caused you trouble..."

.........

Naoki Naoyama who walked out of the hospital, looked at the streets against the bright sunshine outside the door, and was stunned for a while. The streets were filled with Japanese signs, pointing signs, and buildings, intertwined into a foreign land...

He has been in the hospital for 3 days, but he still hasn't adapted. The fact that he is in Tokyo in the Showa era.

In my previous life, I happened to catch up with the post-90s generation, without any father or mother. With the support of kind-hearted people, I barely graduated and joined a programmer in a factory and started a krypton life in 007. The goal is to earn enough money for the rest of my life before being laid off at the age of 35!

Then he went to the Erhai Lake in Dali to settle down and live a poetry and a distant life.

Unfortunately, I was about to achieve my goal. After a palpitations in the early morning, I opened my eyes and became Naoki Naoyama and came to the Showa era.

......

Following the street to the station, after a few stops, Naoki Yongshan returned to Nakano District, followed the road in my memory and came to a narrow alley of an old street. It was an old Western-style two-story building, where Naoki Yongshan lived.

Makino family.

On two floors of the small building, the first floor is the landlord's residence and kitchen. It is a widowed old lady. Her children seem to be studying in college abroad. In order to relieve the pressure, she rented out four rooms on the second floor. If you add a little extra fee, you can also use the kitchen on the first floor.

When Naoki Yongshan came in, the landlord’s wife was busy in the kitchen and looked up:

"Ah, Yongshansang, you're back."

"Hi, Makino Sang, I'm back!" The dull conversation between Naoki Naoyama and landlord Makino ended so simply, but this time the landlord did not mean to stop, and then said:

"Yongshansang, are you in good health?"

"Hi, the doctor said it's OK, you just need a light diet. Thank you for your concern."

"Yongshansang, you must take care of yourself. You can't give up your life just because your idol gets married. Yamaguchi Momoe Sang must not want his fans to give up on his life!" The landlord's tone was rarely a little serious.

It was not me who committed suicide for the sake of getting married to his idol. Naoyama Naoki couldn't help but complain.

"Hi, I will definitely live seriously in the future. Sorry, I'm going to cause trouble for you!" While replying seriously, I bowed halfway to apologize. Everything was still smooth. It seemed that bowing had indeed become a physical memory.

After apologizing, I walked up to the second floor, took out the key and opened the door, and a smell of beer came towards me.

The room is very small, and the entrance hall is also very small. On the right side of the door is the kitchen counter. A simple pool is placed obliquely in the water tank. There is also a kettle on the gas stove next to it. On the left side of the entrance hall is a small bathroom.

If you change your shoes, you will be able to go further. There is a large open room with a dining room and a guest bedroom. The bed is packed in the closet, which is not too crowded. There is an old-fashioned TV and electric fan in the corner. Several beer cans are scattered beside the coffee table in the middle of the house, and some vomit remains... Well, the source of the smell is found...

Naoki Yongyama opened the window to breathe immediately, and the sunlight shone into the room, causing a faint dust... After cleaning up a little, packing up the garbage, sweeping the floor and wiping the floor. His body, which had not yet recovered, actually sweated.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that I had not taken a shower for 3 days. I suddenly felt itchy, so I took my clothes to change my clothes and went into the bathroom.

.........

After taking a shower, Naoki Naoyama looked at the young man in the mirror, no, he should be called a boy.

Under the fluffy hair, there is a pale and tender face, with a plump and wide forehead, and the brow arch is not too much. Under the pair of sword eyebrows, there are peach blossom eyes, a straight nose bridge and a straight jaw... Well, it's quite handsome, except for the weak eyes.

He is about 175 years old, thin, poor muscles, and wearing a loose shirt, just like a clothes drying rack. You can tell at a glance that he is malnourished and has not exercised for a long time...

However, feeling the vitality in his young body, Naoyama Naoki couldn't help laughing: lumbar muscle strain in his 30s, protruding ischiasis, myopia, big belly, cervical spondylosis... MinaSang, thank you for your care in the past, Sayunara~

Don’t live in vain during the day, youth will never come again.

I'm back to youth! Hahahaha~

After washing clothes, I put a pot of water in a kettle, fired a gas stove and started to burn it.

Then I sat down and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Looking around, the wall was posted with a poster of Yamaguchi Momoe, her record next to the TV, and a report of Yamaguchi Momoe retired on the coffee table. This is one of the reasons why the original body drank beer a few days ago to swallow sleeping pills: On October 5, at a concert held at the Tokyo Budou Hall in Japan, Yamaguchi Momoe posted the news of her marriage and film breaking out.

The original body is really an extreme Yamaguchi Momoe fan...

However, Naoyama Naoki doesn't have much feelings for Yamaguchi Momoe. All the memories of the original body are like movies I have watched. When I meet a familiar one, I will think of it, but the alienation of the audience is always separated from the heart and reality.

The Showa era, China should be in the 1980s, the early days of reform and opening up, Journey to the West, Hong Kong Island, Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, Teresa Teng...

What else? There is a generation gap, please forgive me for not knowing much of the post-90s...

Can you go back?

Originally, I am a real Japanese man, and my family seems to have some relationship with gangsters. I am a low-level worker who graduated from high school and is a poor man, so it is not easy for me to go abroad...

What was Japan in the Showa era?

The upcoming bubble era? The Yamaguchi group that is rampant in Japan? There are also Showa Kamika who is flooding the screen on B station? Matsuda Seiko, Nakamori Akina, Kudo Shizuka...

No matter how you summarize it, this era should be a time full of "opportunities". It seems that you can get rich by working hard!

I remembered that I worked diligently in my previous life, and I didn’t have to afford a house in a big city, and I had to go to Dali if I was laid off.

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Chapter completed!