Chapter 212 New Year in Iwate Prefecture: In the future, I will definitely recall these events with a smile (9)
Normally speaking, whether in reality or in light novels, when a girl goes to a boy's house, she will subconsciously or deliberately behave better, right?
How could they quarrel like they did, in front of their parents and at the dinner table?
Toru Watanabe has always felt that there is something wrong with the girls around him. They are outstanding, but they are always beyond ordinary in one aspect.
"Well," facing the gazes of the two young ladies, Watanabe Toru carefully considered his words, "You two are both strong-minded people. Although there is a saying that the truth becomes clearer through debate, debate alone is not enough for you."
"Also," he continued, "how about we continue this kind of thing when we return to Tokyo? Take a good rest these few days and experience the New Year in the countryside."
Kiyono Rin and Kujo Miki looked at each other and continued eating without saying a word.
They picked up the chopsticks, drank the soup, and ate the vegetables in exact synchronization.
Is the relationship good or bad?
Watanabe Toru withdrew his gaze from them and made a gesture to his stunned parents, saying, "Don't make a fuss, I've taken care of it, you can continue eating."
His boastful and complacent look made Kujo Miki angry.
Under the table, he spread his big toe and second toe apart and twisted his calf.
The two young ladies finished eating first and did not stay in the living room. They returned to their rooms on the second floor and took turns taking a bath.
After watching the two leave, Watanabe's mother asked in a low voice:
"Xiaotetsu, you and Xiaolin..."
"friend."
"I haven't finished asking yet."
"Whether you ask or not, we are still friends."
Watanabe stared at his stubborn son suspiciously.
"Mom, no matter how much you stare at me, we are still friends."
"Is that so?" Watanabe's mother pressed the corners of her mouth meaningfully with a slight smile.
Watanabe's father remained silent and seemed to be indifferent to his son, but in fact he was letting him make his own decision.
Mother's love is full of instructions, while father's love is silent.
After dinner, Watanabe's father went next door to drink with someone, and Watanabe Toru helped his mother clean up the dishes.
After washing the dishes, he returned to the living room and squatted by the stove to roast rice cakes. While Watanabe Eda was watching TV series, Kiyono Rin, who had changed her clothes, walked in.
The long hair blown by the hair dryer is still covered with moisture.
Normally, her skin was as white as porcelain, but when she just got out of the bath, it looked slightly rosy.
Watanabe Toru took a look at Kiyono Rin and didn't react in any way. Instead, Watanabe's mother kept praising her for being cute.
In that scene, even the snakes hibernating in the farmland and sensing the world with their tongues could probably see how much she liked Kiyono Rin.
After praising for a while, Watanabe's mother concluded:
"Rin-chan is the cutest girl!"
"Auntie, there are indeed no girls around me who are cuter than me, but there are seven billion humans, and it is very likely that there will be someone prettier than me." This is Qingye Rin's unique way of being humble.
"That Rin-chan is also one of the cutest girls."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Watanabe Toru couldn't help but say in front of the fireplace.
"Ah," Qing Ye Lin's eyes shot over, "Watanabe-san, have you ever seen a girl cuter than me?"
"Just because there isn't one now doesn't mean there won't be one in the future."
"That means no."
“…”
Watanabe Toru had nothing to say, and Kiyono Rin withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.
She said to Watanabe's mother: "Auntie, 'one of' is not enough. I will continue to work hard on being cute and must be the only one."
Watanabe's mother was so amused that she laughed, but she didn't know that what Kiyono Rin said was true.
"I can't stand it. Do you plan to become more beautiful?" Watanabe Toru turned the baked rice cake over. There were already browned rice crusts on it, which looked particularly appetizing.
"Watanabe-san, don't you want me to be more beautiful?" asked Kiyono Rin.
"Whether you are beautiful or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"I'm so disappointed." Qingye Lin sighed, "I thought you would support all my decisions."
"How can it be as exaggerated as 'all the decisions'?" Watanabe Toru turned around and said, "It's just..."
"Just what?" Qingye Rin asked with a chuckle.
"Nothing." Toru Watanabe turned his head and continued to stare at his baked rice cakes.
'Mom, you are laughing so happily! '
He couldn't stand the sight of Watanabe Eda watching the fun from the sidelines.
The surface of the rice cake is bubbling and the inside is starting to soften.
On the TV, "Long Vacation" starring Takuya Kimura is playing.
This is a TV series that once created a ratings myth, and Watanabe's mother watches it every year.
"Watanabe-san, can you show me a photo of your childhood?" asked Kiyono Rin.
"It's in the third drawer of the bookshelf in the room, go get it yourself." Watanabe Toru said without turning his head.
Kiyono Rin stood up, bowed to Watanabe's mother, and left the living room.
As soon as her figure disappeared at the door of the living room, Watanabe's mother couldn't help but tease her son:
"And you still say you're a friend?"
"A real friend."
“Friends will show each other photo albums?”
"No?"
"Friends will be brought home for the night?"
"Is this normal? Everyone does this."
"It's normal to go home and spend the night, or stay at a friend's house for a night or something, but will you bring it back to your hometown for the New Year?"
"Kiyano and I are really friends, but our relationship is just a little better than ordinary friends."
"It turns out that our relationship is only slightly better than ordinary friends." Qingye Rin walked in from outside the living room.
"You actually eavesdropped?!" Watanabe Toru was incredulous and extremely angry. "Kiyano-san, there are two things I hate most in my life. One, hiding behind the living room; two, eavesdropping!"
"Xiao Che, how can you talk like that!" Watanabe's mother scolded.
She couldn't see through Watanabe Toru's bluffing, so how could Kiyono Rin not see through it?
This is also the reason why Watanabe Toru dares to say all kinds of sweet words to her, because she knows they are fake, but Watanabe Toru has said less recently.
"You disappoint me so much." Qingye Rin turned and went upstairs.
"Look at you!" Watanabe's mother said dissatisfiedly, "Xiao Lin is a guest, how can you talk to her like this?"
"No, I..."
"Apologize to her properly later."
"She is..."
"This rice cake is ready. Don't eat it yourself. Ask Xiaolin if she wants to eat it."
“…”
"Did you hear me?"
“…Yeah, I heard it.”
Being honest does not mean being upright. Guys, Kiyono Rin is a bad woman.
Toru Watanabe took two more pieces of rice cake and baked them together with the previous one - it couldn't be that his friends had one but his girlfriend didn't, right?
Kujo Miki will bake him as rice cake!
After the rice cakes were baked, Toru Watanabe took some sugar and soy sauce, received the task from his mother to "apologize properly", and went upstairs.
In his room, Kiyono Rin was sitting at the table flipping through photo albums, while Kujo Miki was blow-drying her hair.
"I didn't know what you like to dip in, so I brought sugar and soy sauce," said Toru Watanabe.
People in the island country like to wrap rice cakes in seaweed and dip them in soy sauce, but Toru Watanabe himself prefers white sugar.
"Just white sugar." said Qingye Rin.
"Here." Watanabe Toru put down the sugar and a piece of rice cake.
"Thank you." Qingye Rin picked up the rice cake with chopsticks, dipped it in a little sugar, and took a bite.
The rice cake made a crisp sound when my teeth sank into it, and the sound was very warm.
When the soft and glutinous inside of the rice cake is stretched and bitten off, it creates a winter New Year atmosphere.
Qingye Rin dipped it in a little sugar and ate while flipping through the photo album.
The quarrel between the two people that Watanabe's mother imagined did not exist at all.
"Miji, do you want to eat?" Toru Watanabe walked over.
Kujo Miki didn't say whether to eat or not: "Come here and blow dry my hair."
She handed the hair dryer to Toru Watanabe and took the plate of rice cakes and soy sauce from him.
Toru Watanabe put his fingers into her long, straight hair. It was wet and it would take a while before it was dry.
He first used his hands to test the temperature and wind speed of the hair dryer, trying to adjust it to the appropriate level.
After finishing this set of movements, I remembered that Kujo Miki had already adjusted it herself.
He gently played with her hair, and with his other hand, he held the hair dryer and blew it from a distance.
Miki Kujo dipped the rice cake in soy sauce and ate small bites of it.
"Is it delicious?" asked Toru Watanabe.
"Generally, my hands get sore from blowing my hair."
“…”
When her hair was almost dry, Kujo Miki returned the plate to Watanabe Toru and took two bites of each of the two rice cakes.
Watanabe Toru could only eat what she had eaten... the sugar dipped in it, or what was left by Kiyono Rin.
Everything has been used by someone.
Poor Toru Watanabe's experience eating rice cakes.
On December 27th, as the New Year was getting closer, the Watanabe family began to clean up.
"Ah--" Toru Watanabe stuck out his butt, pushed the rag, and sprinted back and forth in the corridor.
"What are you doing?" With a headscarf on her head and a rag in her hand, Kiyono Rin, who had transformed into a housekeeper, asked Watanabe Toru with dissatisfaction.
"Mopping the floor, what's wrong?" Toru Watanabe looked up in confusion.
"Then why are you yelling so loudly? Are you a kid?"
"Qiono-san, you don't understand. Spring cleaning is a painful thing for me, so I have to make it fun."
"Does entertaining mean yelling and shouting?"
"Of course not. What I mean by fun is, for example, just now when I was trying to sprint quickly, I wanted to see if I could use the wind to blow up your skirt. When I thought of this possibility, mopping the floor wasn't that hard anymore."
"…Are you a pervert?"
"No, no, no." Watanabe Toru shook his head seriously, "Blowing up your skirt is definitely not my goal. Making the work easy is what I want."
"I understand what you mean." Qing Ye Lin nodded, "You are indeed a pervert."
"Whatever you say, kid, pervert, childish? I don't care what others think. By the way, I also learned this from Master Kiyonokami."
"You should take this matter of perversion seriously." Qing Ye Lin held her forehead with her hand and said helplessly, "I don't remember teaching you this."
"This is called learning by analogy, drawing inferences from one instance, drawing inferences from one instance, learning from one instance, knowing ten, asking a cow to know a horse, and using the subtle..."
"Xiao Che!" The voice of Watanabe's mother came from the living room.
“Here it comes!”
Toru Watanabe hung the wet rag next to the bucket, walked around the corridor in front of the entrance, and entered the living room.
Watanabe stood in front of the phone.
Miki Kujo curled up in the kotatsu, lying on her side on the ground, supporting her head with her left hand and flipping through Toru Watanabe's previous summer observation diary with her right hand.
Where did that kind of thing come from?
"The Honma family called and asked you to pick up the dried persimmons," said Watanabe's mother.
"Now?"
Seeing that he was somewhat reluctant, Watanabe's mother asked in surprise: "When did you like cleaning so much?"
"No one can stay the same. Cleaning is such an interesting thing, it's only a matter of time before I start liking it."
Watanabe's mother couldn't understand her son who had been in Tokyo for more than half a year, and she was too lazy to ask further.
"Remember to take the natto over there. Go quickly and come back soon. Come back early to help clean up."
"Okay, I'll go on my motorcycle," replied Toru Watanabe.
As he was leaving, he noticed Kujo Miki lying in the kotatsu.
She definitely wouldn't do something like cleaning. If she continues to stay like this, even if she understands that rich people don't have to clean the house themselves, Watanabe's mother will probably be dissatisfied with her.
"Meiji, Meiji, my Meiji."
"what?"
"Will you come with me?"
"No."
"We agreed to take you for a ride on my Honda Cub."
“Can you go for a ride on a motorcycle?”
"Gregory Peck rode a scooter and took the European princess Audrey Hepburn on the streets of Rome. Today, I, Tetsuya Watanabe, ride a scooter and take the island princess Miki on the country roads of Misawa Village."
"They didn't end up together in Roman Holiday."
"Don't confuse movies with reality. Audrey Hepburn is not a princess at all," Toru Watanabe said nonchalantly.
Miki Kujo let out a deep breath through her nose and slowly stood up with great impatience.
"Hurry up, I'll go get the natto and the cart." Watanabe Toru instructed and walked towards the place where the natto was kept at home.
Natto is wrapped in straw and looks like White Rabbit candy.
There were four bundles in total. Watanabe Toru took one bundle and sprinkled the powdered [Qi and Blood Medicine] on the remaining three bundles to make sure it could not be seen.
Three pills are not a lot, but they are enough to keep Watanabe's father healthy and free from illness for a period of time.
Next year, just continue to put it in natto.
As for his mother, Toru Watanabe was thinking about whether to put the medicine in honey or add it when serving the soup.
There are also Miki Kujo and Rin Kiyono.
I have been in the countryside these days, so I secretly gave them some food, so that they would think it was because of the good air in the countryside and their frequent exercise.
Toru Watanabe took the trapped natto and walked to the warehouse.
He dismantled the cargo box of the Honda Cub.
Kujo Miki glanced at the "definitely uncomfortable" back seat and said, "You want me to sit in this?"
"It's not very comfortable." Watanabe Toru nodded, "Why don't we just walk there? It's not far."
"No." Kujo Miki smiled, as if she had thought of something fun, "I'll take you."
"You ride? Can you?" asked Toru Watanabe.
"What's so difficult about motorcycles? Especially a Honda Cub."
What happened to Honda Chibi? Global sales exceeded 100 million!
But it doesn't matter, because you can hardly see anyone around Sawamura and you won't bump into passers-by, not to mention he's there.
"Well, it would be fun to have the princess take me, too."
Toru Watanabe first rode the Honda Syaoran onto the road, then sat on the back seat, and Miki Kujo sat in front of him.
"Don't worry about turning the accelerator. Even if you fall, I will be under you and won't let you get hurt," said Toru Watanabe.
"Can't you just pick me up or support me with your feet before you fall?" Miki Kujo said, turning back.
Their faces were very close.
Toru Watanabe could see the excitement and anticipation in her eyes.
"Isn't it better to say it this way? It makes me seem like I love you more."
"Don't just say nice things." Kujo Miki turned around and said, "Let's go."
"Meiji, get out... wait, wait, slow down!"
In just three seconds, the front wheel of the car plunged into the ditch.
Toru Watanabe jumped out of the car first, holding Kujo Miki.
The two stood there, looking at the car and then at each other.
"The motorcycle is indeed not difficult, the difficult part is the Honda Chibi." Toru Watanabe's face was heavy.
"What do you mean?" Kujo Miki said with a cold face.
She originally wanted to be serious, but as soon as she said this, she couldn't help laughing.
Watanabe Toru also laughed.
Kujo Miki kicked him in the calf: "Hurry up and pull it up!"
"Yes, sir." Toru Watanabe carried Honda Syaoran back to the road.
The two sat down again.
This time, before Kujo Miki turned the accelerator, Watanabe Toru couldn't help but say:
"We gave you our most beloved one, so be careful."
"I'm not your favorite?"
"I'm talking to Xiaolang, why are you butting in, Meiji?"
Miki Kujo tilted her head back and hit Toru Watanabe's forehead.
"Gone!" she said.
"Meiji, second departure!"
The Honda Cub was carrying two people, zigzagging along the country road.
