Kasai's Afternoon Text/Gao Yang

　　After getting off the bus from Kasai Station, a calm and beautiful river with gulls and pigeons flying low around us. The children rode their bikes past us. Following a path, you can go all the way to a green grove, so the three of them chased after a piece of green.

　　I didn't expect that there was a hole in the woods. This is a spontaneous market of old goods, and all kinds of old things are displayed in a green place. Look closely, it really has everything. Books and utensils, old plates and bowls, old clothes, labor tools, beautiful ornaments, and a whole set of comics... Each stall was surrounded.

　　There are mothers and daughters with good faces who are particularly eye-catching. They hung an entire rack of clothes with horizontal bar hangers, all hippie rock style, leopard print, tassels, fur collocations. I deliberately took a good look at the mother and daughter, the mother is in her fifties, and the daughter is nearly thirty years old. Fair-skinned, well-dressed, and soft-spoken, they answer buyers' questions as they methodically organize their clothes.

　　"Oh yes, this one is a branded item!" I only went through one winter, very carefully dry cleaning, you can buy it with confidence! ”

　　"It's sheepskin and it's expensive when you buy it."

　　It seems that this is indeed their own clothes. I immediately made up a touching life drama in my mind that my sister changed from evil to righteousness. An indestructible life can change everything, but not just a cynical little girl? Fortunately, it seems that she has complied with life, transferring clothes and memories together.

　　The largest stall belonged to a man with long hair. He has three sons and is peddling his art. It's just that their way of selling is really special, the father is only responsible for playing a sad song, and the sale is taken care of by the three sons. The eldest of the three children was no more than twelve years old, and the youngest appeared to be only five or six years old.

　　Replicas of Murakami's and Nara's works are encased in Ugin's frames, revealing the beauty of antiquity; skull rings are placed in two large boxes, as well as hundreds of punk-style necklaces and collars; and the original vinyl records and CDs, each showing the "taste" of the seller. Could it be that this long-haired man is a troubadour, or, a singer who pursues himself?

　　The business of the father and son four is good, and the girls are attracted by the beautiful singing, and they always have to buy one or two jewelry. Middle-aged men and women were touched by three serious children and bought at least one pure copper ash dish. Anyway, the price is beautiful, and although the goods are not brand new, they have a sense of the beauty of experiencing time.

　　After going through all the stalls, all three of us had a win. The gentleman bought a whole set of almost brand new very fine drill bits in the hands of an uncle, "Steel is really good!" He smacked his mouth as if he had picked up a big bargain; the child bought a handmade flower cloth bag from a grandmother, and the grandmother gave her a set of colored pens used by her own grandson, and the child looked over and over, and loved it very much; and I, in the hands of a middle-aged woman, bought a string of silver moonstone bracelets, glowing mysteriously.

　　"Maybe the man who loved her before gave her, and now she's broken?" I whispered mysteriously to my husband. "Those of you who study literature like to add drama!" This vulgar man, while muttering, weighed the weight of the bracelet with his hand, trying to estimate how much silver it contained.

　　Ha! This beautiful, Kasai afternoon.