渡边淳一曾写过一个故事,大致情节如下:那年她29岁,他45岁,都是白领,生活在相距100公里的两座城市。她未婚,他有家庭,有孩子。他每周至少来她的公寓两次,过一次夜。他爱并迁就她,对她出手大方。第一年,她掰指计算与他相会的日子,第二年她觉得有点程式化了,第三年,她开始考虑与他分手。而他却乐此不疲。事情终有节点。某个周日下午他要往回赶了。她送他去车站。穿过一条商业街时,他突然说:“等一下......”原来,一家平价超市里剃须刀片特价,他拿了两包去账台, Junichi Watanabe once wrote a story, roughly plot is as follows: That year she was 29 years old, he is 45 years old, are white-collar workers, living in two cities 100 kilometers apart. She is unmarried, he has family and has children. He came to her apartment at least twice a week for a night. He loved and moved her, generous to her. In the first year, she broke through the days of calculating his meeting with him. The following year she felt a little stylized. In the third year, she started thinking about breaking up with him. But he never bored. Eventually there are nodes. He will be back some Sunday afternoon. She sent him to the station. Through a commercial street, he suddenly said: “Wait a minute ... ” It turned out that a razor bargain in a parity supermarket, he took two bags to the accounting table,