There is a person named Mr. Nakamura living in my neighborhood. I was a middle-aged man who had a negative aura, saying that he had escaped to his wife and children the other day, and that he didn't have much luck even from a grouper's point of view. One day, my wife said, "Mr. Nakamura, who is next door, was injured during work." I was overlooking the behavior of my wife, who seemed to be taking care of her unfortunate neighbor more than necessary, with a bitter smile.
