Chapter 22 5 1/5000

When I got home, there were three letters stuffed together with the evening paper in the mailbox.One is a balance notice from the bank, one is a boring banquet invitation, and the other is an advertisement letter from the used car center.I wrote an article about buying a higher-level car, life will be a little brighter, and so on.What a nosy.I folded the three letters together, tore them in the middle, and threw them in the wastebasket. Take juice from the refrigerator, pour it into a glass, and drink it while sitting at the kitchen table.There is a message from my girlfriend on the dining table.It says to go out to eat and come back before 9:30.The digital clock on the table shows that the current time is half past nine.When I continued to look at the clock for a while, the number became 31, and after a while it became 32.

After I got tired of watching the clock, I undressed, went to the shower, and washed my hair.There are four shampoos and three conditioners in the bathroom.Because every time she goes to the supermarket, she will buy some new groceries.There must be something added every time you go into the bathroom.Trying to count, there are four kinds of shaving cream and five sticks of toothpaste.If you combine them in order, the number will be very impressive.After I walked out of the bathroom and changed into jogging shorts and a T-shirt, the discomfort that seemed to be tightly wrapped around my body finally completely disappeared.

At ten twenty, she came back with a paper bag from the supermarket.She goes to the supermarket every night.In the paper bag were three cleaning brushes, a box of paper clips, and a six-pack of canned beer that was well chilled.I decided to come back for a beer. It's about sheep.I said. I'll just say it.she says. Take out the canned foreign sausage from the refrigerator and heat it up in a wok.I ate three and she ate two.A cool night air blew in through the kitchen window. I talked about what happened in the company, about the car, about the mansion, about the strange secretary, about the blood tumor, about the chubby sheep with stars on its back.The topic was quite long, and by the time I finished speaking, the clock had pointed to eleven o'clock.

That's it.I said. After I finished speaking, she didn't seem particularly surprised.While listening, he kept clearing her ears and yawned several times. So when are you leaving? Set off? Aren't you going to find sheep? I'm looking up at her with my fingers in the tab of the second beer can. Don't go there either.I said. But wouldn't it be difficult not to go? There is nothing difficult.I am planning to resign from the company anyway, no matter who stops it, it is not difficult to find a job where I can make ends meet.It's not going to kill me. She took new cotton swabs out of the box and played with her fingers for a while.But isn't it simple?Anyway, just find a sheep, right?Very interesting.

Can't find it.Hokkaido is bigger than you can imagine, and there are always hundreds of thousands of sheep.How to find a sheep from there?impossible.Even if the sheep had a star mark on its back, it would be difficult. It is five thousand heads. Five thousand heads? The number of Hokkaido sheep.Although there were 270,000 head in Showa 22, now there are only 5,000 head. How do you know this? After you went out, I went to the library to look it up. I sighed.You know everything. nor.There are more things you don't know. Um.I said.So I pull open a second can of beer and pour half in her glass and half in mine.

All in all, there are only 5,000 sheep in Hokkaido now.According to government statistics.How about it?Is this easier? identical.I said.Five thousand or two hundred and seventy thousand, it doesn't make any difference.The problem is to find a sheep from the vast land.And there are no clues to follow. It cannot be said that there are no clues.First of all, there are photos, and secondly, there are your friends. I think there must be some way to get some of them. These are very vague clues.The scenery in the photo can be seen everywhere, and the postmark on the letter from the mouse side is not clear.

She drank beer and I drank beer. Hate sheep?she asked. I like sheep.I said. My mind was a little confused again. But no, I've decided.I said.I was going to say it to myself, but it didn't work very well. Would you like some coffee? OK.I said. She put away the empty beer cans and glasses, and boiled water with a kettle.Before the water boiled, she listened to the cassette in the next room. Johnny Rivers keep singingand .then becomes .After the boiling water was boiled, she sang to the tape while making coffee. .In between, I kept reading the evening papers.Very homey scenery.If there is no sheep problem, you should feel very happy.

We drank our coffee in silence and bit into a few crackers until the end of the tape clicked.I continued to read the evening paper.After running out of places to look, I watched the same place twice.Coups happen, movie stars die, cats do stunts, all events that have nothing to do with me.In between, Johnny Rivers went on singing old rock songs.When the tape was over, I folded up the newspaper and looked at her. I still don't know very well.But it seemed to me that instead of doing nothing, I might as well go hunting for sheep, even if I couldn't find them in the end.But on the other hand, I don't want to be ordered, forced, or instigated by others to do something.

But everyone is more or less ordered, persecuted, and instructed to live their lives.And sometimes there may not even be what you're looking for. Maybe.I said after a while. She silently continued cleaning her ears.Occasionally, a little round and soft earlobe protrudes from between the hair. Hokkaido at this time is wonderful.There are few tourists, the weather is good, and all the sheep have come outside. This is a very good season. probably. If she said and took a bite of the last biscuit.If you take me with you, I think I can help you a little bit. Why do you care so much about finding sheep?

Because I also want to see that sheep. It is very likely that what you have worked so hard to find is just a very bad sheep.And even you will be implicated miserably. It doesn't matter.If you are miserable, then I am miserable.Then she smiled.Because I like you very much. Thanks.I said. That's all? I folded the evening paper and pushed it to the table.The breeze blowing in from the window blows away the cigarette smoke. To be honest, I've always felt like I didn't like it.It seems like something is wrong. Where? From beginning to end.I said.The whole thing is absurd, but the subtleties are clear, and it happens to be very consistent.It's uncomfortable.

She said nothing.Just pick up the rubber band on the table and run it around your fingers. And what happens if you find the sheep?If the sheep is really as special as the man said, maybe I will get involved in more serious trouble for finding the sheep. But isn't your friend already involved in this serious trouble?Because if it weren't for that, the photo wouldn't have been sent to you specifically. As she said.I put all the cards in my hand on the table, and all of these cards were lost to the opponent.It seems that all my cards have been seen through. It seems that if you don't go, you can't do it.I give up saying. she smiles.It must be better for you too.I think it will be possible to find the sheep smoothly. When she's done with her ears, she rolls up a bunch of cotton swabs in toilet paper and throws them away.Then take the rubber band and tie the hair behind the head, exposing the ears.The air in the room seemed to have been completely changed. Go to sleep.she says.