"Miha, I finally found you. How could you run around? I was so worried about you!"

Accompanied by a somewhat sharp voice, a middle-aged woman quickly trotted into Masahiro Nakamura's vision. She quickly walked to Mieme and Miha Hamaru Hama, took a short rest and took a breath, and then scolded Miha Hamaru Hamaru beside Mieme.

Although it seemed like a scolding, her tone was not very strict, and it was more out of concern and concern. Judging from this, this middle-aged woman should be Miha Hamasa’s mother, right?

"Aunt Hamasaki, I'm Miha. If you blame me, I'll blame me."

In front of the middle-aged woman, Miha Hamaru was very timid, completely like he had made a mistake and accepted punishment. However, Miei stood up with courage and said the excuse he made, and took responsibility for Miha Hamaru.

I really didn't realize that Mie-hui had such courage even though she was a little brat! I don't know whether she was just for the legendary loyalty or for the purpose of protecting Mihama Hama. Perhaps, both might be possible. After all, a child is not an adult, so she would not consider so many pros and cons.

"Sorry, they are just children, please don't blame me."

Now, it was Masahiro Nakamura's turn to appear. He originally bought yukatas in the area beside him and allowed the two children to play, but he didn't expect that this situation would happen. He came to the front in two steps, and his tone and attitude met the standards of sincerity. Masahiro Nakamura politely greeted the middle-aged woman: "You are Mrs. Hamasaki? I am Mieke's brother Masahiro Nakamura. Please take care of him for the first time."

According to traditional customs in Japan, after a couple gets married, the woman usually changes her surname to the man when she becomes a naturalized person. Therefore, Miha Hamaru's mother's surname must also be Hamaru. In fact, this is also the case in Western countries. Women's names will be named as their husband's surname after marriage. From this point of view, the cultural differences between the East and the West do not seem to be that big.

"Hello, are you Mihui's brother?"

Seeing someone walking quickly to the front, Mrs. Hamasato couldn't help but be stunned. After hearing Masahiro Nakamura's self-introduction, she hurriedly replied, "What a handsome boy."

The praise-style words have a clear sense of politeness, and Masahiro Nakamura could feel this. However, he didn't care too much. This is the case in interpersonal communication, and politeness is inevitable. Especially in Japan, a country that focuses on small etiquette, this aspect is even more important.

Of course, if you want to die in the society, it doesn’t matter. After all, you don’t have to worry about death in the society. Why do you still care about these details?

"You've been awarded. Meihui and I are here to buy yukatas. You also brought your children out to buy them, right?"

After a humble sentence, Masahiro Nakamura expressed his purpose of shopping in the mall, and then looked at a little boy trotting over behind Mrs. Hamasaki, who was jogging over. He couldn't help but guess: This little boy should also be Mrs. Hamasaki's child.

"Yes, because the fireworks for the summer festival are coming soon, I plan to buy a new set of yukata for both children."

The little boy walked to Mrs. Hamaru and stood there, looking at Masahiro Nakamura with a curious look, with a hint of cowardice in his eyes. Mrs. Hamaru lowered his head to comfort the little boy, then nodded and replied to Masahiro Nakamura: "It was fine, but who knew that Miha would disappear in the blink of an eye, which scared me."

"Children are generally not that worry-free, so you need to worry more."

Masahiro Nakamura didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he could only echo and then chatted politely. After reminding Mihara Hama, Masahiro Hama, let her play with Mie, and then took the little boy into the children's area where he bought yukata. It seemed that he was planning to buy yukata for the little boy first.

Since Mie and Miha Hama's interest in playing did not fade, Masahiro Nakamura was too lazy to take care of her. So he returned to the adult area where he had purchased yukatas before, and re-looked on the various yukata styles on the exhibition stand, intending to buy his own yukata first.

The colors are bright, the patterns are exaggerated, the design elements are diverse, and the styles are presented are also very different. Many yukata styles are simply dazzling. Masahiro Nakamura was pacing slowly while carefully looking at these colorful yukatas. He was quite confused for a moment and didn't know which one to buy? It seemed that the style of each yukata looked good, and it seemed that the style of each yukata was not very suitable.

I was a little strange. Are there so many colors of yukata? Logically speaking, it is true that there are many colors of yukata for girls, but it seems that boys shouldn't be the same, right?

"Smimarseille, do you need help?"

A girl's voice sounded aside. Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. Then he realized that a girl in a standard clothing had come over there at some time. Judging from her dress, she should be a clerk in the area selling yukatas.

A petite figure, a pretty face, and a faint smile on his face can easily make people feel good. Well, beautiful girls usually receive this kind of treatment. After all, this is a society that looks at faces, and the so-called favorability varies from person to person. In a correct way, appearance is probably justice.

"Thank you, I want to know if there are any simple styles of yukatas. They are simpler or more calm."

Nodding to the girl thanked her, Masahiro Nakamura roughly gestured with his hands, then pointed to the dazzling array of yukata styles, and said hesitantly: "These yukatas are a little too gorgeous. If worn on me, it always feels too ostentatious. Personally, it doesn't suit me."

In terms of dressing style, Masahiro Nakamura has always pursued comfort and simplicity. There is no high requirement for styles. On the one hand, comfort ensures comfort in dressing, while simple styles are easier to match, making it difficult to make dressing mistakes. On the other hand, Masahiro Nakamura is too lazy to work hard to make it difficult to have time. It is better to have a good rest.

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"Smimarseille, here is a girl's yukata. If a boy's yukata is there."

The look of astonishment changed quietly. The girl reached out to cover her little mouth. Although she tried hard to cover the smile that was overflowing from the corner of her mouth, her crescent-like eyes could not hide it at all. Obviously, Masahiro Nakamura just said that made her laugh.

Yes, a boy ran to the area where girls' yukatas were sold and then despised that the colors of the yukatas were not suitable. This was indeed a bit too funny.

"Well?"

Following the girl's finger, Masahiro Nakamura subconsciously turned his head and saw the row of exhibition stands beside the wall. There were a long row of yukatas hanging on it. Compared to the dazzling array here, the colors of those yukatas were much simpler, and even looked boring and monotonous.

It is no exaggeration to say that compared with the yukata of a boy in that small area, regardless of style or style, it forms two extreme contrasts.

"The area over there is a boy's yukata?"

After confirming, he came back to his senses with surprise. Masahiro Nakamura realized that he had made a big mistake this time. Uh, the boy's yukata is in that small area, and the area here is full of girls' yukata?

Awkward emotions instantly surged into my heart, my cheeks became slightly hot, and the feeling of being a social death gradually spread throughout my body. If there was a gap on the ground at this time, Masahiro Nakamura would have hoped to get in immediately. But unfortunately, there was no gap on the ground, so Masahiro Nakamura could only endure the embarrassing situation, thanked the girl, and flashed quickly in shame.

"What a lovely person."

Looking at Masahiro Nakamura, recalling the embarrassing look of the other person's blushing face, the girl couldn't help but sigh. As soon as she finished speaking, another female clerk in a standard clothing came to her side, hugged the girl's waist, and asked enthusiastically: "Ai Jiang, how about it? Do you want to contact the handsome guy?"

"You think I am like you, and I can't walk when I see a handsome guy!"

He rolled his eyes to his colleague, and the girl pretended to be disgusted and pushed the other party away, saying, "Besides, it's work hours now, if the store manager finds out, he will be scolded again."

"Isn't the store manager busy? He probably won't come here so soon, right?"

When she heard the girl say this, her colleague subconsciously turned around and did not see the manager, which made her breathlessly relieved. However, she felt scruples in her heart, and she no longer had the intention of being lazy at this time. She quickly left, pretending to be busy with work, and quickly distanced herself from the girl.

The little movements between the two girls were quite hidden. Masahiro Nakamura didn't know what was going on here. He was looking at the yukata seriously. Compared with the variety of girls' yukatas, boys' yukatas not only have fewer colors, but also not many overall numbers, and it was just that when they were picked. Now, Masahiro Nakamura was not so entangled. After a few glances, he quickly chose a set of black yukatas.

From the perspective of probability of choice, although black is a bit conservative and the style and style are relatively traditional, there is basically no mistake for boys' outfits.

"Mihui! Come here quickly!"

He shouted to Mie, who was still playing with Miha Hamaru, Nakamura Masahiro called her to her side and said, "What kind of makeup do you like, choose your own choice."

"Onissan, really? Yo Kata!"

Mie looked at Masahiro Nakamura with a look of surprise. After receiving his affirmative answer, she cheered and happily rushed into the children's area of ​​the yukata. After a while, she swayed back and forth in the area there, looked left and picked again, looking like a shopping expert.
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