On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Although he remained dazed for a long time after waking up, I have to admit the kid has some real strength. Taking advantage of his status as my savior, and with free room and board plus a low salary, I hired this amnesiac kid without signing any contract. I gave him all the odd jobs in the shop.。