Chapter 219 New Year in Iwate Prefecture: New Year Surprise (End)
On the first day of the new year, Miki Kujo got up earlier than usual.
When she went downstairs and walked into the living room, Toru Watanabe was telling Xiaolian about his high school life in Tokyo.
"…At that time, the football flew across the entire Shenchuan Stadium, and the camera couldn't keep up!" He held an orange in his hand and drew an exaggerated parabola.
"Oh——" Xiaolian opened her mouth and her little head followed the orange in Watanabe Toru's hand.
"When we land!" He stuffed the orange into Xiaolian's hand, "Everyone will shout 'Watanabe! Watanabe!' From that moment on, I, your brother, will be the strongest high school student in the entire island country."
Xiaolian looked at the oranges in her hands stupidly.
"Miki, you're up." Toru Watanabe noticed Miki Kujo who walked in.
"Yeah." Miki Kujo sat on her exclusive cushion.
Xiaolian came back to her senses, supported herself on the table with her hands, and bowed to Kujo Miki obediently:
"We are here to wish you a happy new year, Sister Meiji."
"Well, Happy New Year." Kujo Miki nodded in return.
She noticed the red envelope (or more accurately, a white envelope) of New Year's money on Xiaolian's desk and spread her hands towards Watanabe Toru.
Toru Watanabe handed her the half-eaten orange in his hand, with the flesh and peel still attached, and bright green leaves on the peel.
"I asked you to take the money." Kujo Miki said unhappily.
Of course, the orange was not returned to Toru Watanabe.
"Money? New Year's money?" asked Toru Watanabe.
"I want to give Xiaolian a New Year's gift."
"Yeah!" If Xiaolian had alopecia, they would definitely be standing up now.
"How much?" Toru Watanabe asked as he took out his wallet.
"About one million."
"One, one, one million!" Xiaolian took a defensive stance, as if she had suffered a powerful shock wave - similar to the expressions and movements of other background characters when she transformed into a Super Saiyan.
"Where would I get so much cash!" Watanabe Toru said helplessly.
"How many do you have?"
Watanabe Toru counted his poor wallet: "Only 53,000 yen."
"Fifty thousand then."
Toru Watanabe ignored Kujo Miki, who had a seriously abnormal concept of money, and took out a 1,000 yen bill. Since he didn't have a red envelope, he handed it directly to Xiaolian.
"Xiao Lian, this is the New Year's money that Sister Meiji gave you," he said.
Xiaolian was frightened and took a step back: "Can we really accept it? This is one thousand yen, Archer!"
"certainly!"
Xiaolian looked at it for several seconds and exchanged glances with Watanabe Toru several times before confirming that she could really accept it.
When she carefully
"I am touched." She held the thousand yen in her arms, "I am touched by this thousand yen."
"One thousand yen?" Kujo Miki frowned and looked at Watanabe Toru who took the initiative. "Not even ten thousand yen?"
"Miji, this place is different from Tokyo." Watanabe Toru put away his wallet. "In Mizawa Village, New Year's money is all in coins. One thousand yen has been the New Year's money for several years."
The highest denomination of coins is 500 yen, which is enough to buy a bag of snacks at the store in Mizawa Village.
For children and even adults living in Misawa Village, the amount of New Year's money given in Tokyo is unimaginable.
As for the New Year's money that Queen Kujo mentioned casually - one million yen, most people living in "Chiyoda Ward" or "Minato Ward" in Tokyo probably don't dare to think about it, right?
"Is Miki up?" Watanabe came in with some cooked rice cakes. "Happy New Year!"
Kujo Miki stood up and bowed beautifully to Watanabe:
"Happy New Year, mother."
Watanabe was stunned for a moment, then he smiled happily and said again: "Happy New Year!"
Watanabe Toru, sitting in the kotatsu with his hands behind his body, lazily watched this scene.
"Meiji, this is your New Year's money." Watanabe Eda took out a white red envelope from her apron pocket.
"Thank you, mother." Kujo Miki bowed again and took it with both hands.
Putting down the rice cakes, Watanabe noticed Xiaolian holding a 1,000 yen note.
"Xiao Lian, what is this?" she asked.
"It's the New Year's money given to me by sister Meiji!" Xiaolian replied.
"Is that so? Did you say thank you to Sister Meiji?"
"Hmm!" Xiaolian was shocked, "We forgot!"
Then, she quickly put her feet together and bowed respectfully to Kujo Miki:
"Sister Meiji, thank you so much. We will always remember you."
“…”
The dialect used was from Iwate Prefecture, and the honorifics were used quite well, though the words used seemed a bit unlucky.
When the atmosphere became a little awkward, Qingye Rin also walked into the living room carrying some cooked rice cakes.
When the five of them were having breakfast, Toru Watanabe asked, "Mom, where's Dad?"
"Still sleeping in."
After dinner, the five of them sat and chatted, listening to Toru Watanabe continue to brag about his rosy high school life.
On the TV, there was a weird New Year program that just seemed to make some noise.
"Sorry, sorry, I got up late." Watanabe Tsuneo walked in embarrassedly.
"Uncle (father), Happy New Year." Two young girls and a little girl congratulated in unison.
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year."
When Watanabe Tsuneo sat down to eat rice cakes, the default ringtone of his cell phone rang out at the table.
Miki Kujo took out her cell phone and answered the call.
Xiaolian stared at the phone, which was a style she had never seen before.
After Kujo Miki put down her phone, Watanabe Toru asked, "What's the matter?"
He could tell that the person on the other end of the line was the robot Jingliu.
"The shopping has arrived." After saying this, Kujo Miki stood up with an inviolable momentum, "Father, could you please come out for a moment?"
"Oh, okay." Watanabe Tsuneo wiped his mouth, "Do you need to move anything?"
"No." Kujo Miki walked out of the living room, "I bought you a car."
“…”
Watanabe Eda exclaimed in surprise, "Eh——" and covered his mouth with his hands.
Watanabe Tsuneo came to his senses and said quickly: "How can I accept your gift? This is not..."
"I think you may need to stamp it, please go get it quickly." Kujo Miki's tone was very polite, and she still used honorifics, but the tone was full of command that could not be refused.
Watanabe Tsuneo had never seen such a strong person in his life, nor had he ever been given a car. He stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.
"Dad, everything has been bought, go get the stamp." said Toru Watanabe.
He was also startled.
"But..." Watanabe Tsuneo looked hesitant.
"To Miki, a car is worthless." Watanabe Toru continued to persuade, "She is an acquaintance who is not even a friend. When she met me for the first time and knew that I was her boyfriend, she wanted to give me a Lamborghini."
"Don't accept gifts from others without permission!" Watanabe Eda had not yet recovered from his surprise, but the lesson came out of his mouth instinctively.
"I know, I didn't go get it." Watanabe Toru responded, and then urged: "Dad, go quickly, don't keep us waiting."
"Oh, okay."
There was something cheerful about the way Watanabe Tsuneo left the living room.
Perhaps in his fear, anxiety and surprise, he prayed in his heart that it would be a BMW - this was the dream of Watanabe's father.
"Dad, how can you resist the erosion of capitalists like this?" Watanabe Toru complained in his heart.
"I'll go take a look." Watanabe was worried.
"We want to see it too!" Xiaolian ran out, and the floor made a thudding sound when she stepped on it.
Watanabe Toru withdrew his gaze and picked up a piece of persimmon.
When I took my first bite, I noticed that Qingye Rin was resting her hand on her chin, thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Should I also give Aunt Zhi a gift, such as a kimono?" Qingye Rin pondered.
"You haven't had to do that yet, have you? Also, the kimono you gave me must be too expensive."
After spending a long time with Kujo Miki, Watanabe Toru has seen various types of kimonos.
Some of them are like Honno Zen, which is not only hand-painted but also purely handmade kimonos, and the price is probably enough to buy an apartment in Tokyo.
"It's just respecting your elders, what are you thinking about?" Qingye Rin glared at Watanabe Toru in dissatisfaction.
"Is the word filial piety really okay?" Watanabe Toru did not ask this question.
The persimmon in his hand was so sweet that he was speechless. He was guzzling tea at the time.
After a while, a group of people came back.
Watanabe's father was holding some lists and a brand new car key in his hands, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"Arche, Archer, we have gifts too!" Xiaolian ran over and shouted to Watanabe Toru.
"Really? What gift?" asked Toru Watanabe.
"Some painting tools can't be considered a gift," said Miki Kujo.
After this incident, there was nothing else worth recording. The New Year in the countryside was generally very boring.
My father drove out in his new car to visit friends at work, while the others played the game of Fuxiao at home.
Xiaolian was responsible for painting the facial masks, and she drew portraits of five people.
Although the eyes, mouth and other parts are missing, the features of the face shape and hairstyle are captured very well, and you can tell who is who at a glance.
After the game starts, the person whose turn it is blindfolded and arranges the eyes, nose, mouth and other facial features.
Watanabe Toru pasted his nostrils on his forehead; Kiyono Rin pasted his left and right eyes upside down; Kujo Miki pasted her mouth with her lower lip on top...
The facial masks of the five people with the lowest appearance score of 7 are so funny that they make people laugh.
Watanabe's mother also pasted these five masks on the pillars of the living room.
There is a mark there where Toru Watanabe's height was once measured.
Miki Kujo gave Toru Watanabe's father a 20 million yen car, and Toru Watanabe also saw it later.
He didn't understand what Lexus was or what flagship luxury MPV was. He only knew that the back seat was big enough for the young lady to put her legs up.
After an uneventful New Year celebration, the next day, January 2nd, was the time for them to return to Tokyo.
Not wanting to waste time, Miki Kujo directly ordered a helicopter to take the three people back to Tokyo.
The helicopter, with a fuselage length of 19.75 meters, a main rotor length of 16.62 meters and a height of 5.54 meters, scared the villagers.
But with Toru Watanabe’s father’s car in front, everyone should be able to accept it...right?
The cabin is very spacious, with space for up to 18 people, and is arranged like a conference room.
After getting on the plane, Queen Kujo went straight to sleep, while Miss Kiyono was reading a book.
Only Toru Watanabe, who had never seen the world, looked left and right, trying to learn how the driver operated.
Then, he took out his mobile phone to take a photo and sent it to his family group.
Every time this happened, Miss Kiyono's cell phone would vibrate and she would shoot an impatient look at Watanabe Toru.
Then, Toru Watanabe took another photo of the two of them.
I accidentally took a picture of Tokyo Tower. We’ve arrived in Tokyo.
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January 2nd, resting at home.
On January 3, Toru Watanabe went out to look for a house.
The weather is clear, the sunshine is soft, the streets are full of lights, and it feels like summer.
On the sidewalk, there were some salaried workers who had just started working the day after the New Year. At noon, they were wearing suits and were going out to look for food.
There are also friends shopping and families taking a walk.
The person walking towards Watanabe Toru was a young couple.
"How about taking a walk to Chidorigafuchi and the Imperial Palace?" the wife suggested happily.
"Eh, it's too far." The husband was not happy.
"What's the matter? Dong Yanjun, you stay at home all day and it's rare for you to come out. Let's enjoy the sun together." The lady's tone was gentle but a little tough.
"Okay, if you want to, Yuuki."
"I love you the most." The wife took her husband's arm affectionately.
The two were very affectionate, because the young lady didn't even look at Watanabe Toru, but kept looking at her husband.
After passing each other, Toru Watanabe thought to himself:
Will there ever be a day when Meiji will take his arm, put her body weight on him, and act like a spoiled brat?
Mai-senpai...I really hope that there will be a bright and clear day.
Toru Watanabe admitted that he was a scumbag and two-timing.
All he could do now was not to hurt either of them, and at the same time, not to accept the kindness of any other woman.
As for his god——Kiyono Rin…
He decided not to think about this problem and leave everything to his future self to worry about and make the decision.
You may regret it, you may be sad, or you may be happy, but that is all in the future.
Now, he was about to go to a date with Senior Mai.
The two will live very close to each other.
This is something that makes people feel lighthearted just thinking about it.
Toru Watanabe put his hands in his pockets, paced slowly, and enjoyed the pleasure of basking in the sun alone.
In the dappled sunlight cast by the trees along the roadside, his every move was as handsome as the ukiyo-e paintings currently on display in the Nezu Museum of Art.
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According to the address given by Asuka Mai, it is an apartment building 5 minutes away from Shinanocho Station.
The staff who had made an appointment in advance took Watanabe Toru to see the house.
"This apartment was completed in February 2014. It has 10 floors and 195 households. It has an RC structure and excellent earthquake resistance, meeting the new earthquake resistance standards..."
In the elevator, the staff repeated the information that they had said countless times.
The two came to the fifth floor.
The staff took out the key and opened room 502.
"Guest, this suite has an area of 105.86 square meters, 3 bedrooms and 2 living rooms, and a balcony area of 21.3 square meters."
As he was introduced, Toru Watanabe took a turn around and it was indeed very good.
The bathroom has a crescent-shaped bathtub and a balcony with a view of Meiji Jingu Shrine.
"Guest, there are three stations and two lines here... There are shopping streets and electronics streets nearby... If you like sports, Meiji Jingu Gaien is where professional athletes go for morning jogs every day."
"Then let's go here."
Looking at a house is just a process. Senior Mai lives on the sixth floor, and Toru Watanabe planned to live here from the beginning.
After discussing the details, the two walked out of the room.
While dealing with the chattering staff, Toru Watanabe was thinking about whether to move the appliances from the old rental house or just buy new ones.
"Ah! It's so heavy!"
"I told you not to, there's nothing you can't buy in Tokyo, but you insisted on taking it!"
"If you have the guts, don't eat it then!"
"I helped get it, why shouldn't I eat it?"
"Okay, okay, you two have been arguing all the way, now we're home!"
Three young women, carrying large and small bags and looking like they were about to collapse, appeared in front of Toru Watanabe.
"Watanabe?" Koizumi Aona's pretty oval face was full of surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Young man, your sexual intentions are quite obvious." The busty Miyuki Miyazaki teased.
"Hehehe." Akiko laughed with ill intention.
"I..." Toru Watanabe didn't know how to explain.
He had no choice but to say something to please the emperor:
"Happy New Year, teacher."
