Does anyone know the full text of "It snows at the new Maruko Station"?

The wrong ... should be a bronze necklace.

Maybe not exactly the same.

A homeless female student studying in China was taken in by a Japanese woman who was as poor and lonely as her, and the experience of being reduced to the world made them have a deep foreign love. Japanese mother is seriously ill and has no money for treatment. China's daughter gave up the chance to go to college and worked hard to treat her with the money she earned from washing dishes. The old man was ashamed of his daughter China, who was burdened with heavy medical debts. Before he died, he left a souvenir-an ordinary copper necklace for his daughter's porcelain. Unexpectedly, there is an extraordinary story behind this ordinary necklace, and the girl's life has completely changed. ...

People who suffer the same misfortune sympathize with each other.

I was born in Gu Lin City, Jilin Province, China. My parents are teachers. In March, 2003, I studied at VIOS Foreign Languages Institute in Shinagawa, Tokyo, Japan. I was going to study Japanese for two years, and then I went to Japan to take the college entrance examination. In my second year in Japan, the old apartment I rented expired and the landlord refused to renew it. Because the TV news at that time deliberately exaggerated the fact that China students committed crimes, more and more Japanese people were unwilling to give their houses to China people.

One day in February 2004, the cold wind was chilly and it was snowing lightly in Tokyo. I have been looking for a house all day, but I still can't find it. I sat on a bench at Shinmaru Station in Kawasaki City and sobbed. Someone patted me on the shoulder. That is a wrinkled but extremely loving old woman. She smiled and said, "Don't cry, son. You are so young, any sadness will definitely pass. " I nodded and tried to smile and replied, "Thank you, but I will soon have no place to live, and I will end up on the street." I simply stated my life story to the old man.

I heard that I am a girl from China. The old man showed a surprised expression and took my hand and walked to her house. That is a dilapidated residential building. The old people's things are all from the last century, and the TV has no remote control. The old man called my China name stiffly, saying that if I didn't dislike her, I might as well live with her for a few days, and I wouldn't be on the street. I think it's a miracle to meet such a good man.

After two weeks, I still couldn't find a house, but I dared to ask the old man and rented me a house where she lives now. The old man agreed, but refused to pay such high rent. I insist on paying more rent. She said it doesn't matter, but let me prepare breakfast for you every morning. "

Old people never go to the supermarket when they go out to buy food. They always go to nearby potherb houses or fish shops, always buy the cheapest saury and Cargill fish, and always wait until after 5 pm to buy the leftovers of the day. The old man's lunch and dinner are very simple, just a dish and a miso soup. Just for breakfast, she doesn't stint on the number of dishes. I often pack some Chinese food for her from the shop where I work. She always thanks me for giving her happiness, and sometimes tears come to her eyes. She is lonely and never talks about her husband. She has only one son and lives in Osaka. She only comes to see her once a year. She has a bad relationship with her daughter-in-law. She said they were very polite, which I know means indifference in Japan. The elderly have diabetes, and the inconvenience of legs and feet is caused by diabetes syndrome. I advised her to go to the hospital for reexamination often, but she refused. She didn't tell the truth until I asked many questions. She hasn't paid the national health insurance for a long time. My heart is violently intertwined. She is a poor old man who can't even afford a month's coins. Old people live on annuities with a monthly income of less than 80,000 yen, almost below the poverty line.

I secretly bought her national health insurance. When I handed her the yellow national health insurance certificate, she took my hand and cried like a girl. The next day, I took a morning off to accompany her to the hospital for a diabetes check-up. The doctor invited me in and scolded my granddaughter for her behavior in front of her. Her diabetic syndrome has reached a very serious level, and the capillaries in the fundus are broken, and she will soon be blind and uremia. On the taxi home, I burst into tears. When I got home, the old man comforted me gently, saying that the life and death of an orphan old woman meant little to the world, and there was nothing to make a fuss about. I held her hand to stop her from talking.

I thought about it all night and got up early the next morning to make breakfast for her. She has difficulty in moving and looks older and weaker. I put my only passbook of 780,000 yen (equivalent to 50,000 RMB) in front of her and said, "Go to the hospital and use this money to go to the hospital."

She opened the bankbooks and rushed to give them back to me, saying that it would kill her. Anyway, I asked her to accept it, saying that I was still young and could earn more money. I will take an examination of a cheaper school first, and then take an examination of a university one year later. The old man refused to be hospitalized. However, I helped her go to the hospital that morning and paid 500 thousand yen in advance. I almost reluctantly carried her into the taxi. My poor 780 thousand yen is only enough for four-fifths of all her hospitalization expenses. Until the old man died, I was still struggling for her hospitalization expenses.

Special will

In the early summer of 2005, I worked around the clock to pay for the hospitalization expenses of the elderly. I'm getting haggard. In the meantime, her son, who lives in Osaka, came to see her once and left with a small sum of money. In the second month, she was completely blind and transferred to a special single ward for nursing. The complicated uremia became more and more serious. In August 2005, one day in her last sober days, I went to the hospital to see her after class and saw a strange man sitting in her ward waiting for someone anxiously. After I went in, he showed me a piece of paper with relief, saying that he was Fujiyama and his party from Kawasaki Public Law Firm, and had drafted a will for her according to the old man's wishes, just waiting for me to check it for the old man. When I saw this will, my heart was even more sour. The poor woman has given me all her property that can't be called property at all. This is the last wish and ability of the dying old man.

Tengshan secretly smiled at me when he went out: "I'm afraid the old man will be delirious." These things are not enough to write a will. " When the lawyer left, the old man took my hand and asked me to sit next to her. Then he took an ugly and heavy copper necklace from her wrinkled neck and made sure to wear it around my neck. As her eyesight was almost zero, I fumbled in the air for a long time before I found my head. The necklace has a huge pendant with some vague words engraved on it.

"Europe, I have to go. Thank God for letting me know you before I die. You are a kind child. You don't know that the real owner of this necklace has a long history with China! "

I looked at her in surprise. She paused and continued: "This necklace has been with me for more than 50 years. Its original owner is my him, handsome him, noble him, grandson of kujūmichi taka, youngest nephew of His Majesty the Emperor, and young and promising soldier of the most famous Japanese China family. He took part in the war for the Japanese Empire. I think he must have done many things against his conscience. After the defeat, his heart was broken when he saw Japan with moral decay, and he suddenly fell into a kind of madness. He felt cheated. Thinking of the innocent women and children he killed, he couldn't help blaming himself. His life has degenerated, and he is with geisha every day. It was at that time that I met him. I was a geisha at that time. I fell madly in love with him and gave him my body. Then I got pregnant, and he redeemed me with money. We came to Tokyo and rented a small house in Musashigawa. I waited quietly for the birth of the child, hoping that he would cheer up. When the child was 6 months old, I suddenly induced labor. He cried and begged me that he was a sinner, that the world was guilty, and that the birth of a child would only be unfortunate. Seeing my refusal, he began to stay at home at night. Helpless, I induced labor in order to let him stay with me. It's a girl, and I cried to death. He kept comforting me and took off the necklace he had been wearing, telling me that he would love me from afar. But I can't forgive him. Until one night, on February 2, 200 1 year, Showa said that he went shopping near Xinwanzi and never came back. Later, he was seen riding in a car near Shinmaruko, and he threw himself into the Kawasaki Sea. A few days later, people found his body.

At that time, I became a pub waitress to make a living. One day, I picked up a baby who was about to freeze to death at the station-there were too many women who couldn't afford children at that time. I took him home as an adopted son and took good care of him, but when he grew up, he found that I was not his real mother and began to neglect me. I've always been alone, and the only comfort is to occasionally sit at the new meatball station when the weather is fine. I think maybe one day I can wait for him. It was February 12, and there was clear snow in the sky. It was the day when he ran away from home 57 years ago. I'm waiting for you, my China daughter. Isn't this providence? "

The old man paused and continued: "This necklace is all I have for 57 years. Although ugly, son, remember that the most precious thing should not be judged by its superficial value. Promise me that you won't give it away or leave it under any circumstances, okay? " I nodded my head.

"Do you hate it because it once belonged to a sinner?"

I shook my head. The old man looked tired after a long narrative, so I suggested that she have a rest. She asked me to sit by her bed before going to bed and asked me softly if I could call her "mom" before going to bed. Tears suddenly flooded into my eyes, and I hugged her tightly and shouted "Mom" three times. She still hugged me tightly and said to me, "My daughter came back 57 years ago."

In June 2005, she passed away. Before she died, she just smiled at me, said "Europe" and closed her eyes forever. I suspect that the old man regained his sight at the last minute. At that time, I still owed the hospital 200,000 yen for hospitalization.

The truth about the necklace:

True love, true love, real life

The old man's funeral is very simple. I was busy looking for a house and applying for a special school in those days. It's really hard. I negotiated with the hospital: can the hospitalization fee owed by the elderly be postponed for half a year, because I have to work day and night to earn 500 thousand yen as tuition for special schools. People in the hospital were shocked when they heard about my real relationship with the old man. No one expected that we were not related by blood, and only lived together for one year. The lawyer called the old man's son and daughter-in-law and announced the will in front of all of us.

Before leaving, her son refused to pay off his mother's hospitalization expenses on the grounds that the heirs of the estate also had to inherit debts. I smiled.

Two weeks later, lawyer Tengshan came to see me, and I felt that the situation was not good. He said: "Ms. Masaadeh's will is the strangest one I have ever handled, and her son is unique. He said it was strange that his mother took the trouble to make a will before she died, which made him doubt that his mother must have some huge property. In order to avoid future troubles, I think Miss Lan still agrees with Mr. Masada to read his mother's will. "

I interrupted the lawyer and said with a smile, "Look at my current predicament, and you will know if I have inherited any huge property. In order to prepare for tuition, to be honest, I work 10 hours a day now, and I have only slept for 3 hours a day for several months. In China, filial piety to the elderly is a virtue, and it is self-inflicted to avoid being ruined. She is very kind to me. I love her very much and regard her as my foreign mother. If Mr. Masada wants to verify his mother's property, come on. He can take whatever he wants, without any lawsuit, except this necklace, not because it is valuable, but because it is something she always carries with her. In order to settle the case as soon as possible, I hope that Mr. Fujiyama will bring Mr. Masada as soon as possible. "

A week later, Mr. Masada Tongtengshan, a lawyer in a suit and tie, came to my shabby new apartment. Mr. Masada carefully examined all his mother's inheritance and necklaces, finally nodded, said "I'm sorry" and was ready to leave. I stopped him and said slowly, "Your mother has been poor all her life and only raised you. However, you didn't say how you treated her before she died. You didn't give her the last respect after she died. You are also a father, and you don't know how your son will treat you in the future. " Masaadeh blushed for a while and left the white position.

In April 2006, I was admitted to Tokyo Institute of New Technology, specializing in computer science. Although this is far from my ideal, I can pay off all the expenses of the hospital in the next year. By May 2007, I finally became a free man.

In June 2007, I attended a gathering of World War II veterans at the Prince Hotel in Tokyo's port area, where I worked as a waiter and did odd jobs. When I brought orange juice to an old man, he kept staring at the necklace around my neck. It was not until he realized his gaffe that he suppressed his inner excitement and said to me, "I have seen it in my distant student days." I was in Kyoto at that time, and a good friend of mine wore a necklace similar to it. Later, we all went to the battlefield and heard that he died in Manchuria. "

"No, he came back very well, but later he died in Japan."

The old man looked at me in surprise and I told him the origin of my necklace. The old man asked me to take off the necklace and let him have a closer look. The old man held it in his hand and said with tears, "After all, the Ninth Army is too fragile to escape the disaster of the war, poor man!" When the old man returned the necklace to me, he asked me if I knew what it was made of. I said copper. The old man shook his head and said, this is a family heirloom of nine families. I'm afraid it's not that simple.

After returning home, I looked at the necklace repeatedly under the lamp, but I really couldn't see anything special. A few days later, I still couldn't help showing the necklace to the shopkeeper in Kanda Ertian, the most authoritative and oldest antique shop in Tokyo. The shopkeeper looked at it with a magnifying glass for a long time, and then said in a meaningful tone, "Miss, with all due respect, this is indeed an old necklace, but I can't tell its material because it is lighter than copper." The shopkeeper looked at the necklace again and said slowly, "There is only one possibility, that is, it is made of copper leather bags, but the contents are different." I was shocked at once, and the old man's last words rang in my ears again: "Don't judge the value of the most precious thing from the surface."

Whether the old man was hinting at me or not, I finally made up my mind to find out, so I asked the shopkeeper to open the "copper skin". After removing the copper skin, there is a huge diamond inside. It is 3 carats in size and set in a round white gold base. I asked the shopkeeper how much it was worth. After measuring the clarity and color of the diamond, the shopkeeper said to me gently, "Miss, this diamond is rare all over the world. With all due respect, you are already a very rich man. "

I wrapped my necklace in a handkerchief and almost returned to my apartment in a trance. I think the old man has been poor all his life and refused to sell this necklace for love. He would rather die of poverty and disease. Poor old man! However, I have a mystery why she didn't tell me her real purpose before she died. Passing by Kawasaki Public Law Firm one day, I finally understood that the old man was afraid that after I knew the truth, I would expose my flaw in the matter of competing with her son for property. The old man knows my nature and I can't lie.

August 2007 1, I cried when I went to Kawasaki to sweep the grave for the elderly. I just said, "Thank you, Mom." (An An) (from the emotional gallery in the newspaper)