Tokyo Wingman King

The two were woken up by the train conductor who was delivering lunch.

The train has passed through Atami, and the location displayed on the mobile phone is exactly at Tsunaro. The scenery outside the window has been temporarily replaced by the low city skyline.

The orange juice and pasta on the bus can only be said to be good or not bad, but 80% of the stretch between Atami Station and Ito Station has a beautiful view of the sea to the east, which is perfect for eating.

But the saliva stains on his shoulders kept him from being in a good mood.

"Almost there?"

"Ah."

After looking at the scenery outside the window that was rapidly retreating, Pochi speeded up his eating of noodles.

As soon as the two of them finished eating, the car sounded a reminder that Ito was about to arrive at the station.

The temperature in Ito is only 2 degrees lower than that in Tokyo, so there is not much difference in physical sensation.

Asama pushed two boxes and led Pochi out of Ito Station.

Compared to Tokyo Station, which has hundreds of dessert shops, Ito Station is much smaller. There is only one cafe, a wagashi shop, a convenience store and a souvenir shop in the station. There is no station square, and the business in the surrounding stores is very deserted.

Pochi took a deep breath of Ito's air. It was obviously much hotter than the air-conditioning of the train, but it gave her an extraordinarily clean feeling.

"Wow~ The smell of Ah Shui's childhood~~~"

"If you keep doing this, I will have to take you to the police station first."

Pochi deliberately took a few deep breaths, and when he caught up, he raised his phone in front of Asama and asked,

"Ah Shui Ah Shui~~~Look at this photo. Is our home close to this scenic spot?"

When did my home become your home?
After thinking about the new name on Pochi's [resident privilege card], it seemed like we were really a family.

Unfortunately, because his mother is allergic, the second elder doesn't like animals, especially cats and dogs, so Asama Pochi's identity is only recognized by him.

Pochi smiled like a primary school boy looking forward to eating camping curry, and continued,
"If it's close, how about Ah Shui take me to have a look today?"

Asama recognized the photo. It was the Kadowaki Suspension Bridge on the Kinosaki Coast, an internet celebrity attraction.

"It's quite far. It takes about 30 minutes to get there."

"Isn't that very close~"

"Have you ever heard of "The heart is far away and wanders away from itself"? It means that if you don't want to go, this place will be far away."

Asama was talking nonsense to Pochi like he was teasing an elementary school student.

But Pochi didn't take it seriously and continued to ask Asama,

"Has Ah Shui been to that suspension bridge? Is it dangerous?"

"They all said they didn't want to go, so how could they possibly go?"

"Where's Mount Omuro? Where's Lake Ippishi? The Museum of Strange Boys and Girls? The Teddy Bear Museum? The Cactus Park?"

"Except for the first two, I've never heard of the others."

"Ah? You are obviously very popular on the Internet, right? Ah Shui, are you still from Ito?"

"There are a lot of Tokyoites who have never been to Tokyo Tower."

Pochi rolled his eyes, smiled again and said,

"Then, how about I come and accompany Ah Shui and experience all these positions?"

"It's not that great. I came back to Ito to study hard, not to play."

"Hey hehe~~~"

Looking at Pochi's limp expression as if he was drunk, Asama said in confusion,
"what happened again?"

"Ah Shui just said the word [reply]~"

".I mean I went back to Ito for the past two days to calm down and study. I'm not talking about you."

"Gu——Duplicitous Ah Shui! Hey! Ah Shui! Don't run! Wait for me!"

After walking less than 200 meters in the bright sun, Asama found his father's car - a somewhat old white Toyota Hilux - in the parking lot south of Ito Station.

Dad was leaning in front of the car door smoking. When he saw Asama waving, he hesitated and confirmed that the man with dyed white hair was his son.

"Why does the 12 o'clock bus arrive so early?"

"I'm having a treat. I'm taking the Safiya boat."

Asama's father watched Asama grow taller and stronger, frowned, put out his cigarette with a cigarette case, and said,

"That kind of high-end sightseeing train? How can you go to Tokyo and learn how to take advantage of others?"

“It’s not about taking advantage of people, it’s about accepting gifts.”

Asama's father, who was used to his son talking back, looked at Asama's hair and asked,

"Okay, I'll keep all the money you send back, and take some with you later. Although it's not a good thing to spend money lavishly, it's not a good thing to let a girl spend money on you."

"Yeah. I have money."

"What's going on with your hair?"

"The school cultural festival performance is very demanding, so I dyed my hair."

Are you still participating in the show?
If it weren't for the fact that his facial features didn't change much, he would hardly believe that this man was his son.

That's not right, it feels like this kid has become a lot more refined, and his facial muscles have become much softer.

Tokyo is really a melting pot that changes people. It only took less than half a year for the cold and silent boy to become familiar with himself.

"Have you eaten yet? Dad?"

"Of course, it's a good thing you said you wouldn't have lunch at home, otherwise your mother would definitely wait for you to come back before eating."

Pochi carefully observed the interaction between Asama and his father.

The facial features are very similar to Asama, but the nose is much higher, the height is about the same as Asama, and the body is slimmer.

He looks more like a writer than a farmer.

Asama's father noticed Porchi's gaze, stuffed the cigarette case into his trouser pocket, and took Porchi's suitcase.

"Sorry for the long wait. Hello, Miss Porchi Frisi Parakova, Porchi, I am Shizui's father, Asama Meiji. Shizui has already told me about your matter. In the next 2 weeks, , just stay in our house.”

Seeing how easy-going Asama's father was, Bochi knelt down on the ground and kowtowed,
"Hello dad, this little girl is not talented, please take good care of her in the future."

Meiji Asama froze while putting his luggage, and he looked at his son.

Asama rubbed his eyebrows and said,

". It's normal. This guy hasn't learned Japanese, and he doesn't understand the customs here, but he likes to watch some incomprehensible cross talk and Dahe dramas. Just get used to it."

Asama knocked Pochi on the head, pulled her up from the ground, and put the luggage into the trunk of the car with her.

"You guys have a good relationship."

Meiji Asama couldn't help but said.

Pochi immediately turned around and gave a big smile,

"Yes, Dad, Mr. Meiji, you have to believe me, Ah Shui and I are definitely in love. Ouch."

Seeing the foreign exchange student with his head in his hands acting unexpectedly well-behaved towards his son, Asama Meiji breathed a sigh of relief.

A writer once said, "The most cruel thing to do to a child is to send him to a school for children from rich families." A child who realizes poverty suffers from disparity in a way that adults cannot imagine. 】

There are obviously cultural and class differences that cannot be ignored, but there is no formal atmosphere between the two.

All I can say is that he is indeed a son who is a hundred times better than himself.

In the past six months, not only have we made further progress in academic performance, but we have also made breakthrough progress in social activities.

Tokyo's melting of people may be the most suitable for a child like him who seems to have fallen out of the sky.

"Get in the car."

Hilux first went south, then west along the Izu-Izu Line, and the green outside the car window became more and more green.

The car drove until it reached a two-story Japanese-style villa building diagonally across from a temple. It slowed down and passed through the gate, stopping at a nearby garage.

Although Asama's house was not the castle tower that Futami mentioned, looking at the words "Asama Farm" and seeing a glass greenhouse and a small field not far to the west of the villa, Pochi felt that Ah Shui should take his own life. He calls himself "the son of a landowner", not a countryman from Ito.

Pochi and Asama got out of the car and picked up their luggage. After Asama's father parked the car, they pressed the rolling door and passed the warehouse next to the villa filled with farm tools. There was also a large [Asama Farm] sign and oranges leading to the fields. Shape map.

Why do you have a map at home?

Seeing Pochi stop in front of the map, Asama Meiji smiled and explained,
"The small orange grove behind our house is always organized by the city for popular science picking activities. To facilitate everyone, Jingshui came up with the idea to upgrade the road guidance system here. This map was hand-drawn when he was 7 years old."

Asama sighed at the thought. He proposed using oranges to build a perfume factory and a beverage factory to create a new tourism business card for Ito City, but his parents rejected it on the grounds of "why make so much money, need loans, and hire people, it's too troublesome" . This business path was adopted by another farm due to intentional loss of notes. As a result, the farmer lost a lot of money due to the wrong variety of oranges and market fluctuations.

Seven years later, Asama no longer gave his parents any business advice.

There are five five-needled pines planted in front of the villa. The pine trees are planted in flower beds built with ancient rocks, forming a barrier in the vestibule. The easternmost end of the barrier is a lighting corridor connected to the villa. There are densely planted flower beds in front of the corridor, and you can clearly see the two Japanese-style rooms behind the corridor.

A few people walked east, bypassed the turquoise rocks, walked on the wooden floor of the corridor in front of the villa, and then walked back west. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, there turned out to be a small and exquisite dry landscape garden less than 3 meters wide.

"I'm back."

Meiji Asama shouted into the house after opening the door.

"I'm back~~~" Asama glanced at Poch, why are you shouting so hard?
A series of footsteps sounded, and Asama's mother Katsuko Asama walked to the entrance with a smile on her face. She ignored her husband and hugged Asama.
"Little Jingshui is back~~~Mom misses you so much~"

Seeing Pochi looking at her with wide eyes like a curious little animal, Asama Katsuko let go of Asama and smiled,

"You are Miss Pochi~ Welcome, you are such a beauty~"

Hearing Asama's mother praise him, Pochful was very moved and replied,

"This little girl is not talented, please be safe, my dear mother."

This guy didn't even change his shoes before he lay down on the ground again.

Asama's iron fist was in place in time and pulled Bochi up.

"Sorry mom, Pochi hasn't fully adapted to Japanese culture yet."

"It's okay, it's okay, but our family is so shabby, it would be bad if we don't provide good hospitality."

Asama's mother took out slippers for Asama and Pochi, patted Asama's father on the shoulder, and said, "Why are you still here?" Hurry up and help move things] look.

Meiji Asama understood and did not wear slippers. He stepped on the wooden stairs with a pair of white socks and struggled to carry two large boxes upstairs. The dignity of an adult prevented him from putting [Why is this box so heavy? ] Say it.

Asama lifted the two large bags in his hand and showed them to his mother.
"This is a gift that Pochi brought to mom. It's a popular snack in Tokyo recently. Let's try it later."

Seeing how polite Pochi was, Katsuko Asama couldn't help but look at the blond girl a few more times.

He has milky white skin, gray-blue eyes, and no foreigner's body odor. He is very friendly. It seems that the school has not arranged anyone for his son who is too difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Asama's mother smiled and said,

"You're too polite. The eldest lady in Tokyo is just different. Come in quickly."

The three of them walked into the living room, and like a train exiting a tunnel, their vision suddenly broadened.

The three-section Japanese-style tatami room is connected by the partition door and is at least 140 square meters.

In Tokyo, where land is at a premium, few houses can achieve this level.

Pochi lamented that the living room of Asui's house was almost as big as the living room of Izumo's old house.

On the south side of the living room is the corridor and floor-to-ceiling windows just passed by. The north-facing side is also a corridor, connecting a larger courtyard.

The second Japanese room has a sofa and a TV cabinet on the carpet, while the innermost Japanese room serves as a dining room connecting the kitchen and bathroom.

On each sliding door, there is also a chrysanthemum pattern between the thin wooden strips.

The walls are covered with calligraphy and painting works, both horizontal and vertical, and there is a pleasant woody fragrance in the whole room.

By the way, such a large living room is not suitable for home use. It is usually used by team leaders for meetings.

Ah Shui, no wonder you and I hit it off like old friends and you said you are not a local evil force?

Asama helped her mother put the snacks into the refrigerator and cupboards, while Asama Katsuko brought a stack of fruit plates and a plate of Shuixinxuan cakes and placed them on the coffee table.

Seeing that Pochi was still looking at the living room decoration, she smiled and said,

"Miss Porchi, don't be formal, please sit down and have some fruit and snacks."

Seeing that Asama's mother had already sat down, Boqi patted her on the sofa, then smiled sweetly, took off his schoolbag and sat down.

"Just call me Little Pochi, Aunt Katsuko."

Katsuko Asama had already peeled a satsuma tangerine, slightly separated the upper end of each piece of fruit, and handed it to Pochi.

"This mandarin orange is grown on our own tree and is a famous product of Shizuoka Prefecture. It has no seeds and is very sweet."

"Okay, thank you, Mom. I'm sorry, Aunt Katsuko."

Asama returned to the living room and saw Pochi leaning on the sofa eating fruit. He went around behind the sofa and knocked her on the head and said,
"It's not time to rest yet. Go pack your luggage and decorate the room."

"Oh."

Asama Katsuko was just about to chat with Bochi when she saw the blond girl put her schoolbag on her back again and was pulled up to the second floor by Asama.

She stared at the Shuixinxuan cake on the coffee table in a daze for a while, then laughed.

Are you saying they are just study companions?

If the two of them lived together, wouldn't they be able to have grandchildren?

No, this Miss Poch was from such a good background and was a Russian-American living in Japan. It was too difficult to be with Xiao Jingshui.

Let’s accumulate more experience with girls.

Even if it is a compulsory activity in school, looking at Xiao Jingshui, at least he is willing to communicate with girls.

Katsuko Asama felt that at least half of her worries in her life had been reduced.

Take inventory of the ingredients and cook something delicious for the two of them tonight.

I wonder if this foreign lady is used to eating country cuisine.

The wooden planks of the stairs creaked and creaked.

Meiji Asama breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his son coming up with the blond girl.

"The dealer just happened to call me. I'll go out first. Jingshui, I'll leave the task of decorating Pochi's room to you."

"Well, go ahead. Try to avoid any social activities you can, and don't scold me."

Asama looked at his father. He obviously didn't like drinking, but he was always dragged into socializing. Even after drinking so many times, the retailers designated by the agricultural cooperative did not raise the purchase price by half a cent.

In his opinion, the people from these local agricultural associations should be killed to offer sacrifices to heaven.

"Boy, if you know, you will come back soon."

Meiji Asama has long been accustomed to his precocious son talking to him like this. To be honest, he feels that he is not raising a son, but a brother, or a father?
Every time he had a quarrel or encountered a problem, it was this kid who would sit with him in the corridor and talk to him.

The only bad thing is that I don't give myself much face.

Is it appropriate to talk about my father like this in front of outsiders?

Forget it, let him pretend.

Asama and Porchi worked together to make the mattress, and Porchi fell into the quilt and rolled around holding the pillow.

"This smell~um~is this the smell of Ah Shui's childhood?"

Watching Pochi sniffing the newly purchased mattress, Asama rubbed the top of his nose.

"There is something wrong with my nose. The hospital is 1.7 kilometers away. Go get treatment quickly."

Three more storage boxes and a bunch of hangers were brought in for her to organize her clothes.

He placed two small tables and two cushions in the corner of the room near the window, and took out the study materials from his suitcase and laid them out.

After Pochi put his towels and toiletries in the bathroom on the second floor, Asama had already decorated Pochi's room.

Husky dolls and Pipi Chicken dolls were also placed on the mattress, and a learning progress check-in chart was hung on the wall.

Pochi picked up the husky doll in his arms and said to Asama enthusiastically,

"The room has been tidied up~ Ah Shui, can I visit your room next?"

"alright."

The room was cleaned very clean by my parents, as if I had always lived here.

Pochi lay down directly on the bed and restarted rolling mode.

"Why does Ah Shui have a bed, but I have to make a bunk on the floor? This bed can sleep three people easily."

"There are a lot of rooms. You can sleep here if you want. I'll sleep downstairs."

Asama, who had been sleeping on the sofa for two months, said indifferently.

Pochicho sat up straight and looked to the south, half green mountains and half city.

"Forget it, just sleep in my own room~ I won't lock the door at night~"

"Did you go to the bathroom and fill your head with water?"

Asama randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf, "Division" by Pierre Bourdieu, flipped through it twice, and then took out his stool to read it carefully.

"Let's take a rest and then do the questions. I see that you are quite busy at Lao Qin's these days, so I haven't given you much extra time."

Pochi imagined that Asama had been reading in this room, at this table, with this expression and this posture since he was a child, and he found it interesting.

If they met when they were young and launched a strategy when Ah Shui was still mentally immature, would it be more effective with half the effort?

Not hearing Pochi's response, Asama thought she didn't want to do the questions and sighed,

"It's okay to do the questions at night. If you're bored now, find a book and read it."

Suddenly noticing that Pochi was approaching, Asama stood up and turned around slightly. He threw Pochi onto the bed with an over-the-shoulder throw, but Pochi flexibly wrapped around Asama, and the two of them fell onto the bed together, each adjusting in the embrace. Lift your body and prepare to perform joint skills.

"Xiao Jingshui, I went out to buy some fresh meat and came back. Show me the soup cooked in the kitchen~"

At the door, she saw her son entangled in bed with an exotic blonde girl two years older than him, and she immediately closed the door gently.

If you want to be extravagant, order meat or something for takeout.

What would be a good name for the child?
How about calling the boy Lian and the girl Tian? (End of this chapter)