Let the ballot fill in your own name seriously, and then again, it must be chosen. That's right, the candidate column clearly wrote his name. Kanmu Kyogo smiled shyly, and blushed like a button.

Kyogo Kanme, Dao Sui, graduated from the Department of Art of Fukuo.com University. He was originally a job that was completely unrelated to the host, but after graduation, he was assigned to Hiroshima Ivy TV Station. Because he was born with a very happy child's face, he was selected by the director of the News Bureau and went from clerk to the host position.

People born in the art department always have a little bit of artistic youth. Just like Kyogo Kami, who worked very hard, worked for the rest of his life, and his passion for work, and his delicate and cute childlike face, he has accumulated a certain amount of popularity in Hiroshima City. In the cowardly era, there was no such name as a teacher-mistress killer. Otherwise, he would have been the first guy on the TV station to be awarded such a title!

Ivy TV is a very good place. There are not many programs that need to be broadcast every day, and the total program time will not exceed Kabu. The audience is even smaller and cannot be compared with Peng, Asahi TV and TV stations in the surrounding areas. However, it has its own characteristics. For example, this time, the "Old Man from Peace Park" program, which was produced by Aoyama and hosted by him, was very popular among the people after it was broadcast.

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It was also a coincidence to make such a program. The most familiar reason for Hiroshima City is that it was bombed by atomic bomb for the first time in history, and it has become one of the two unique cities. The other is Nagasaki, both in the size of the city and in terms of the damage after the atomic bomb, so more people's attention is to be focused on here. The Peace Park was built to commemorate this historical event. The most famous building in the park is a person sitting cross-legged and pointing his fingers to the sky. This position is where the atomic bomb fell.

And here is also where many Guangdong people come to pray on the 6th of the month every year, just like the voiceover at the beginning of the program: "When you see this old man in the park every day for half a month, even the least curious person is afraid that it will be strange for the purpose of this old man."

After interviews, I learned that the old man was a pro-historical one of the atomic bomb explosion. He was already injured this year, but he was not as painful as many people because of the rapid changes in the body affected by radiation. The old man came here just because of a promise from that year!

"Then" Guan Rijingwu slowed down as much as possible: "Can we know what kind of commitment it is?"

The old man didn't say anything, but just put the bouquet of flowers he had just put in again, as if he thought the location of the talent was not very good: "Sir? Then, can you tell us your name?"

"My name is Matsushiro Suta."

"Ah, it's Songchengjun." He said only one sentence. The other party did not express further. Kanmu Kyogo was helpless and waved his hand to his partner who was the camera, signaling him to temporarily turn off the machine, and he squatted down beside the old man: "I may never know what kind of promise you made, but I want to say, Songchengjun. It is definitely an extremely respectable thing for you to stick to your promise during this year's time!"

"This is my business card." He took out his business card and handed it over: "If you want to share it with more people, you can call me at any time."

Matsushi Su looked back too slowly, but did not take it over: "It's the year."

"error?

"I mean, it's 3 years."

Kanmu Kyogo was overjoyed and gave a wink to his companion, who started to operate again: "3 years? That is to say, did it start from the Year of the Cafe? You started to perform such a sacrifice? Then, is it a sacrifice to your relatives? A loved one lost in the war?"

The old man stood up with great difficulty and stroked his legs: "Tomorrow, tomorrow is my last day to pay tribute. At that time, I will tell you the story. Can you still come at this time tomorrow?"

"Of course, we will definitely come."

After saying a word, the next day, the crew came to the park again. After waiting for a while, they saw that the old man was also holding a bouquet of heads. Oh, it was Shouta Matsushiro. As usual, the flowers were put on the ground. The old man occupied it: "What do you want to know?"

On the 2nd month of the year, Hiroshima City Takenomiya Food Company, Matsushima Shouta turned on the switch of the electric fan. The whirring wind blew, but it would not bring any effect. Sweat still kept coming out of the back. In a while, sweat stains could be seen under the snow-white shirt.

"Senior Songcheng? Are you here early?" A man who was a few years younger than him in this year walked in from the door. He also took off his suit as soon as possible. He stood in front of the electric fan and loosened his tie to make his breathing smoother when he walked in: "It's too hot, isn't it?"

"Good morning, Tang Zejun!" Songcheng Shouta, who had already started to work, agreed and looked up at him: "Hey, collect your clothes. Although the weather is very hot, guests come to the door at any time. Let the other party see you like this. How does it look like?"

"Oh." The man who called Tang Ze agreed in a depressed manner, tied his tie again, put on his suit and sat down at his desk.

In a few minutes, several other employees in the company also walked into the office area with sweat all over their heads, chatting and having breakfast. As for the topic, they naturally cannot do without the increasingly embarrassing front-line cooperation and the bad war of the number of people.

Before the war, the Takeno Palace Food Company was a company specializing in aquatic products. When the war broke out, the company could get less and less supply, so it could not continue to operate, so it had to temporarily change its business model and began to transform into daily necessities, such as pork, beans, and even seasonings, which were areas they began to enter.

What’s pretty good is that this product is something that must be used in life, so although the company is much smaller, it can still support it: life at that time was very hard and the money that could get at home was limited every month, so we can still maintain the livelihood of the family. Compared with many people who can’t even find a job, we have always been the envy of our neighbors!”

In this regard, only the producer of the program, Aoyama Sword, is the producer of the program. He is too younger than Songcheng Shou, but he has passed by this year. He nodded with a very agreeable saying: "Yes, in the era, there was a very formal job." People with monthly income from Gubao are enviable! When I looked down on Xie Xi, my father went to join the army and my mother was responsible for our lives. Every month, I wrapped match boxes for others at home. A few sisters walked to the street to pick up cigarette butts.

"Pick up cigarette butts? What to do?"

"Take the tobacco in it and go to the tobacco factory to sell it for money."

"Oh? Can this be sold for money?"

Aoyama Ken and Matsushima Shouta looked at each other and smiled: "At that time, too many supplies were getting tighter, including tobacco. So such a job appeared. And I, the first thing I did after school every day, went to the warehouse at the other side of the port to pick up the falling cinder. Just to save a very limited amount of money for the fire-driven thing. Many children may never forget the scene of rushing in!"

Matsushima Shouta smiled bitterly and continued to tell himself: "The 2nd day of the mouth in my memory is so hot, too."

The office door near a corner of the office area was pushed open from the inside, and the company's manager, Hiroshi Takenomiya, walked out: "Good morning. Everyone."

"Good morning, gentlemen Takenomiya nodded: "I just received a call from Tokyo. The other party asked us to have two employees over and talk about cooperation. Who would like to go there once?"

No one was talking to each other: Tokyo was the hardest hit area of ​​US bombing, and shrill air raid sirens sounded every day. The shocking situation in Guangwu is similar, but it is much better than Tokyo:.

"Why, is no one willing to go?. The Palace of Takenoko was a little unhappy: "Mr. Songcheng, Tang Zejun, you have someone to go, how about it?"

Matsushima Shouta doesn't care about him. He is alone and has no worries at all, but Tang Zefuta has some problems: his daughter Yonasui. He just went to school and was the cutest and most pitiful age. Every day when he came home, he had to starve his daughter to play games happily. Now he suddenly wants to go to Tokyo by himself? And, in such a hot season, to go to such a dangerous place? But since he works here, he has to obey the leader's instructions. The young man flattered his mouth in dissatisfaction. He should have done this job.

After saying a word, the two left Hiroshima and came to Tokyo. After several days of bargaining, they finally made an agreement with the commercial affairs in Tokyo. Originally, Fumida Tan wanted to leave Tokyo and return to Hiroshima as soon as possible, but suddenly they got a news: Hiroshima City was attacked by a bomb that they had never seen before, and killed tens of thousands of people with one cup! The government notice said that if someone had a recent trip to Hiroshima City, it was recommended that it would be best to postpone it by a few days. At this time, they had not realized what the atomic bomb was.

Not only did Tang Zefuta not obey the notices of the Guangjizhong, but he became even more anxious. Ten thousand people were killed by the bomb. I wonder if he had his own wife and daughter? However, the ships and trains to Hiroshima City had stopped. He had to turn around Kyoto to visit.

Matsushima Suta was determined to persuade him to leave after further news, but the other party could not wait for a moment. So the two broke up in Tokyo and agreed to meet again in the company in Hiroshima City: "I didn't know at that time, and in fact, no one else in the other place knew that Hiroshima had turned into a scene of purgatory on earth!"

Kanmu Kyogo handed over a cigarette: "Do you," you will get one?"

"Hey! Thank you." The old man took the cigarette and lit it: "When I returned to Hiroshima City, it was in the old Yueli Ri. The city had turned into ruins, and I "I can't even find the company I worked for!"

"What about it later?"

"Later, I finally found a few surviving people in the company, including Kitanagawa Jun, Hong Liangjun, Tanaka Jun, and Tang Zejun. His wife had been lost in the explosion, and his daughter Ena was in school, so she escaped the initial explosion."

"But because I entered the central area of ​​the explosion too early, I was also exposed to radiation?" Kanmu Kyogo automatically followed up.

"Yes, people at that time had no idea what the power of the atomic bomb was, and thought it was like an ordinary bomb." The old man took a deep breath of cigarette: "Then it was Tang Zejun. When he rushed back from Tokyo, the black rain had already fallen."

"So, he is not infected?"

"No." The old man shook his head: "But ah. Do you know? There is a kind of pain that is more unbearable than the pain that one's own body suffers!"

The scene was calm. I don’t know when, but the crew had already surrounded the crowd. At first, citizens thought they were filming TV and came over to watch the fun. Who knew that they were gathering to tell such a story?

"Senior, do you need a break?"

"Oh, no, let's end this story?" The old man smiled: "I'm afraid that if I let go, I will never have a chance to tell again."

"Later, I met Tang Zejun. Such a young and handsome man, who was already suffering from the illness of his child and his wife's death, was almost unable to hold on. Guess what he said when he saw me? He said: "Senior, I should listen to you and don't come back so soon. And, never come back."

"What about Hona's disease?"

"Like most children and adults affected by nuclear radiation, blood cancer!" Matsuchi Shota sighed: "I almost watched Hina grow up. Sometimes, when I look at the child in pain in the hospital bed, I really want to lie there instead of her, she is only, "I'm so old!"

"At a good year, Yona finally passed away." Matsushiro Suta wiped the corners of his eyes with a quick movement that was not consistent with his age. His speaking speed also increased significantly: "After handling the child's funeral, Tang Zejun found me and said to me: You are the senior I respect the most and the best bet, so I hope I can help him fulfill some wish when I have time. At that time, I didn't think much, but kept advising him to look forward and not to be overly immersed in grief.

"Actually, Tang Zejun already has his own plans, right?"

"Yes, the last sentence he said when he left was: Hiromi Yiyi is his wife and Yona like the most is the first guessing flower.

"At this point, the old man's tears finally fell: "I'm sorry, at that time, I didn't expect too many words to say this. I am indeed a very slow person. Aren't I?

"No, senior two,"

"Nothing, nothing." The old man waved his hand and took a deep breath of cigarette: "A few days later, we received a call from the Yamanashi Prefecture Police Department. Tang Zejun chose to be with his wife under a cherry tree in Yamanashi Prefecture, and his daughter will always be with him.

"Or, this is the ending he had already thought of? This time, no one can separate them again, and no more "no more."

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Chapter completed!