The worn-out green three-blade fan was spinning creakingly, sending a negligible cool breeze to the people below. The shaky appearance made people feel that the fan blades were about to fall off.
The living room looks quite large, but the furniture looks a little shabby.
The round wooden table and coffee table with peeling paint are older than him, the floral cloth covering the sofa is also of an old style, and a round-faced tabby cat is lying quietly next to the TV with its eyes closed.
The whole living room looks like the last century.
Shabby, stuffy, and dark.
It's just that the atmosphere in the living room is a bit awkward at the moment.
Compared to Minamoto's father, who is both bulky and fierce, her mother, Naoko Chiyo, looks much more normal, at least not to the point where she can make people cry when she smiles.
She has short hair that reaches her shoulders and is slightly curly. She wears a pair of flat-rimmed glasses above her nose. She has an average appearance and a figure that is in line with that of a normal woman. She is wearing a floral apron and is looking at the two of them with a smile.
It stands to reason that Minamoto norimitsu's father's character.
Chiyo Naoko will definitely have to change her surname when she marries.
But it doesn't seem to be in his memory.
"Um, Xiaoteng, right? Is it okay if I call you that?"
"You...you can call me whatever you want..."
As soon as he spoke, some of his personal character became clear.
"Don't be so nervous, Auntie won't eat you." A gentle smile appeared on Chiyo Naoko's face, her tone was gentler than before, and she looked at the little girl with her head hanging down.
But this kind of scene talk obviously has no effect.
Especially when I felt the eyes of the two elders looking back and forth.
Sakichu Koto lowered his head with a red face, holding his hands on his knees. His whole body was tensed with nervousness, and even his mind went blank, like a primary school student about to be trained.
After about seven or eight seconds.
Chiyo Naoko looked away from Sakichu Kodou with satisfaction.
"Good child, good child." Naoko Chiyo muttered a few words softly, moved her eyes away from her chest, smiled, picked up an apple and handed it to her: "Eat the fruit quickly."
"...Um..."
Sakichu Koto took it tremblingly.
It was obvious that she was very upset now.
"Well, I have some questions that I want to ask you."
"Auntie would like to take the liberty to ask, do your parents over there know about it?" Chiyo Naoko was afraid that she had not expressed clearly enough and added: "It's about dating our Aguang."
Sakichu Xiaoteng hesitated for a moment while holding the red apple in his hand: "My grandma knows..."
"Grandma?" Chiyo Naoko nodded thoughtfully: "What about your parents?"
Sakichu Koto couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard the words, and then his eyes gradually dimmed, and he pursed his lips and didn't know how to answer.
Feeling the two lines of sight projected over her head, she knew that she had to answer the question, and the more time it came, the less timid she would be.
"I..."
Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted.
"Xiao Teng's parents passed away a few years ago due to an accident."
Minamoto Yorimitsu put his hand on the back of her hand, then looked at his parents and explained softly:
"She has very few relatives left in her family. She has been living with her grandmother since she was in junior high school. Now her grandmother is hospitalized in Kyoto due to illness, and her hometown is nearby, in Mizuho Town, just north of us."
"How is the old man's physical condition now?"
"The recovery is pretty good. The doctor said the situation is clear and he will be discharged from the hospital in a few months."
"That's good. People get sick easily as they get older. Your grandfather had a minor illness and passed away unexpectedly. Speaking of which, he just can't stand the trouble as he gets older."
"So Xiaoteng, you and Aguang are classmates, right?"
"We are classmates in the same class."
"Look at you kid, I didn't ask you, why don't you let people talk?"
Chiyo Naoko finally couldn't bear it any longer. She asked someone, but her son kept answering, with a somewhat annoyed look on his face.
"She doesn't dare to talk to strangers."
Minamoto Noraimitsu explained patiently.
Chiyo Naoko glanced at the two children suspiciously, and when she saw Sakichu Koto's already red earlobes, she immediately understood the other person's character and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Once you get married and get to know each other, it will be fine. Don't be afraid."
After she finished speaking, she felt that she had asked almost all the questions. After all, the girl seemed to be very afraid of strangers, and it was not suitable for her to ask so clearly when meeting her for the first time.
"I still have food in the pot, you guys sit here and rest."
Chiyo Naoko stood up and gave a warning, then walked towards the kitchen not far away. Halfway through, she found that she was alone. She turned to look at her husband, who was sitting upright on the sofa, and immediately shouted angrily: "Ichiro
, come here and help me!”
Genki Ichiro knew that he shouldn't have spoken just now, so he simply sat there in a daze. He came to his senses only after being called out by Chiyo Naoko: "Ah! I want to do it too!"
"If you want to come, come! What nonsense!"
"Oh, go right now, go right now."
It's hard to imagine how many miserable nights this traditional father of his own had to go through before he could be taught to be so well-behaved by his mother.
Probably because middle-aged people are incapable of doing what they want.
Or other reasons?
However, when Minamoto Ichiro's burly body just stood up, Minamoto Yorimitsu stood up in time and stopped him with a voice.
"Wait a moment."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"I have something to give you when I come back this time. I forgot it when I came in just now. I'll give it to my mother for safekeeping later."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu said as he picked up the bag at his feet.
"You kid can still buy gifts? Why didn't you tell me to buy something for me? You are the one who forgets your father when you are a child. I know that I loved you in vain when I was a child! Let me see what this is -"
Genki Ichiro frowned and took the bag, thinking it was a gift his son had bought for his wife. His face suddenly turned angry, like a child competing with his wife for favor.
But after seeing clearly what was inside, the sound suddenly stopped.
Then a horrified expression appeared on his face.
"You grab——!"
"Definitely not robbing a bank."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu stopped what his father was going to say in advance, and with the shocked expression on his face, he explained it again.
People's ability to accept is very strong.
Although Genki Ichiro has not received a higher education and his receptive ability is not as simple as that of Kogi Seimei, he said it too carefully and I believe it to the point.
"So, you and your friends made all this money by running a club in Kyoto, running the electronics club you just mentioned, specializing in the production of electronic mattresses, right? Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"
Genki Ichiro reached into the bag with trembling fingers and touched the ten million that his son had just mentioned, and his whole heart trembled faintly.
The rubbing sensation coming from his fingertips was extremely clear, Fukuzawa Yukichi's head came into view, and the stacked banknotes hit the man's heart hard.
This is a full ten million!
"It's a company that produces electronic components, which are what the machines need. You can check online. That company is officially registered. I guess you can check it."
"I don't know how to play with that iron box..."
"You promise you didn't lie to me!?"
"I promise."
"Hmph! Although you have made a lot of money and made the mattress you just mentioned, Genji is ashamed of being a businessman, and joining the army is the bright road. Do you know that this is against the ancestral system!"
Genki Ichiro's hand holding the bag was still trembling. He glanced down from the corner of his eye and swallowed, but he felt a little embarrassed in front of his son, so he could only hold his face and hold his neck while speaking.
"Father, times have changed."
Minamoto Noraimitsu replied with a wry smile.
"Then we must not forget the ancestral teachings!"
"I see..."
"For the sake of your filial piety, I will not be as familiar with you this time. Your mother and I will accept the money temporarily until..."
"I still have a lot of money in my hand."
"more than this!!?"
"More than that."
"I understand, no need to say anything."
Genki Ichiro waved his hand angrily.
Then he clenched the bag in his hand and walked to the kitchen.
But the closer I get to the kitchen, the slower my pace slows down.
In the end, Genki Ichiro slowed down and took a deep breath. His face showed a heartbroken expression as if he had violated his principles. Deep down in his heart, he secretly made a decision that went against his ancestors.
His left hand quietly reached into the bag.
He quietly took a bunch and put it into his pocket.
When I walked to the kitchen door, I hesitated.
He put another pile in his pocket.
Feel the unprecedented sense of security in your pocket.
Genki Ichiro then touched his face randomly, immediately put on an excited smile and walked into the kitchen, carrying a bag and laughing at his wife who was cooking: "Naoko! Aguang made money! Eight million!"
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