Brother in Japan mixed club

On the plane back home...

It's winter vacation. Japan's winter vacation is different from that in China. It is only a short ten days, which does not include the Spring Festival, basically around December 12-June 251. 【】

I can only fly to China as soon as I have a holiday, hoping to stay for a few more days, but there is a more important thing to do is to persuade my parents to agree to my entry into the Japanese underworld.

At the gate of the domestic airport, my parents were already waiting there. When I got out of the station, they were not far away. I put down my luggage and went to give my mother a big hug and said, "I miss you, Mom!"

My mother was even a little shy when I hugged her, and said, "What are you doing, there are not so many people, you can hug me if you want, it's so big."

"I'm going out to learn foreign style, let's meet and hug... Hey, no, Japan is not so open, right? Shit, boy, where did you learn this stinking problem!" Dad looked at my head, joking Said.

"Old feudal, let's go home, I'm hungry." I said softly.

After finishing speaking, I got into the car with my parents and chatted casually on the road.Then my parents chatted about their company's business, but I was a little restless thinking about how to talk to my father about entering the underworld.

"What's the matter? It's only been half a year since I've been out, so why do you drive with a worried look?" Dad said, and when I heard what Dad said, I looked up, only to find that Dad was looking at me from the rearview mirror in the car.

"Oh, yes, it's okay, hehe, Dad, please drive well." I said with a guilty conscience.

Dad smiled and moved forward.

After returning home, it was my mother who cooked a sumptuous dish. When I got to my mother's dish, I hurriedly ate it.

After dinner, the three of them sat in the living room together, eating Guazi TV.

I was also absent-mindedly watching TV, thinking, is it too early to talk to my father now, should I talk about it after New Year's Day?

the next day…

Day three...

In the evening, when I returned from shopping in the supermarket with my mother, my father was not in the living room, but the light was on in the study.I mustered up my courage and went in.

With the lights on, I don't think there's a better time than now.I've been holding back for the past few days, and I'm already burning with anxiety. If I don't speak up, I'll be back in Japan in a few days, and it's too late to say anything.

So, he took a deep breath, walked towards his father's study, gently turned his hand to open the door of his father's study, took a deep breath and said, "Dad, I have something to tell you..."

Dad heard me coming in, put down the brush in his hand, looked at me, and said, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

My father was influenced by his grandfather and loved calligraphy and painting art. When he was young, he wanted to be a calligrapher, but later he started a business by accident. painting.I have always wondered about this. Other businessmen spend most of their evenings drinking and drinking, but my father returns home after socializing, which made me suspect...well, there is a problem.

I saw my father standing there staring at me, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't know how to start it, thinking about how to start it?

As I said that, I walked anxiously to the single sofa not far from him, turned the sofa and said to him, "That's right, I want to stay in Japan for a long time."

"Oh, what did I think?" Dad took the rosewood paperweight (used to press the rectangular wood) and flattened the rice paper on the desk, smiled leisurely and said, "Why? I fell in love with Japan What? I said you have come back for a few days, and you have been thinking about why you are staying in Japan. Japan is more developed than us. If you can have a good future, it will be the same everywhere. If you want to stay, you can stay." Keep writing there.

"Well, I thought so too." I said a little nervously.

"Hehe, do you have any ideas now?" Dad said while writing.

I have an idea, but should I say it?My heart suddenly became confused, and my father looked like he was writing leisurely. Should I mention this matter to him?Thinking of this, I have already started to back down, but thinking that I will be leaving in a few days, there is no better time than now, and I said in my heart, "Well, I want... I want to enter The underworld in Japan is like the third uncle." After speaking, he lowered his head nervously.

I didn't hear my father's reply for a long time. When I looked up, my father's body seemed to be suppressing his anger. He was standing there with a paperweight in his hand and maintained a flat paper posture, but the paperweight in his hand couldn't stop shaking.

"What? The Japanese underworld?" Dad said in a hurry, and just after he finished speaking, he picked up the sandalwood in his hand and threw it on the desk with all his strength, loudly angrily, "How dare you!!!" The paperweight went "bang" Landing on the rug at my feet.

I got up and picked it up, walked to my father's desk, put it on the table, lowered my head slightly, and said nothing.

I looked up to see my father glaring at me from the opposite side, and the muscles around the lips were trembling uncontrollably. When I put the paperweight on the table, I picked it up again, pointed at me with the paperweight, and said, " Good! You...the underworld...! It was your third uncle back then, and now it's you... Come to our family to produce 'talents' from generation to generation! Me!!" He made a gesture to hit me with the paperweight, but suddenly turned, Throwing it violently at the painting on the opposite wall, before finishing speaking, he "coaxed" and closed the door and went out.

I stood there looking at the wall painting that was damaged by the beating, and I was stunned for a while before I went out and went back to my bedroom. As soon as I went out, my father’s voice on the phone came from my parents’ bedroom, “Okay Zhang Jianzhou!! I am blind and actually handed over my son to you, do you know what he said to me when he came back! The underworld? Can the underworld be added by him!!" Constantly cursing, I was flustered He hurried to the house.

Lying on the bed, dazed in a daze, sighing, life, life, help me. .

I haven’t spoken for 2 days, and my mother always looks at me and my father in a daze occasionally and asks, “What’s wrong with you two?” When I was talking with my father, my mother happened to go out again, and went to our community for activities and activities. Those friends of hers went to the dance and knew about us, and my dad never mentioned it.

Dad hugged me and said, "Go down and get something for your grandpa for New Year's Day, and go to your grandparents by the way." After speaking, he got up and walked away.

My mother also echoed, "It's time to go, you have been back for a few days, and you don't know how to go and have a look."

I quickly agreed, and in the afternoon, I took some melons, fruits and milk and rushed to the suburbs of our city.

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