It's a beautiful snowy scene.

Naoki Natsume thought to himself, but he didn't want to share it with Falato, just clenched his nervous fist and pointed him the way.

The last few hundred meters are more difficult than the previous 1,000 kilometers.

The road in the village is not easy to walk, because I haven't been back for several years, and some places are no longer able to walk, and Natsume Naoki has to come down to find a new road to lead.

By the time he arrived at the door, his nose was red from the cold, and his cheeks were flushed.

Although there is no snow, Hokkaido at the end of September is not a little colder than Tokyo.

"It should be good to park around here." Naoki Natsume walked to a clearing next to the door and stepped on his feet, then looked up at the wall next to him: "The neighbor's Obasang has always had a good relationship with our family, and I should agree to borrow it for one night, and I will visit it tomorrow with a gift." ”

By this time it was almost completely dark, and only a little light was left at sea level.

Natsume's house was on the northernmost slope of the village, and they looked down to the north to see the shoreline covered with reef rubble.

Just then, the door of the neighbor's house opened, and out came an old woman on crutches, perhaps having eaten and going for a walk.

Eating in the countryside in Hokkaido is much earlier than in Tokyo, because there aren't so many hard-to-swallow trifles to keep in your throat.

"Grandma Murata." Naoki Natsume greeted him and said with a smile: "My friend sent me back, and the car has nowhere to park, can I borrow it to park under the east wall of your house for one night?" ”

The old grandmother was startled by being accosted, and listened to the voice.

Although it doesn't have a strong accent like the Kansai accent, I've spent a long time in Tokyo, and the first sentence I said when I returned to my hometown subconsciously became an official accent.

"That's not going to work, I'll have to use that place...... Eh, you're ......."

She looked at Naoki Natsume, and suddenly felt familiar, and she couldn't say the words when they came to her mouth.

"It's Naoki, the son of the Natsume family." Naoki Natsume held the old woman's arm and said softly.

The voice has been replaced with a dialect.

It's hard to change the local sound......

Maybe people are like this, they will adjust their accents according to the other party's accent, the other party speaks official dialect and is also an official dialect, and the other party is a cordial vernacular dialect, so he can't stand it up.

"Naoki, you're back?" The old grandmother's cloudy eyes lit up a little, grabbed his sleeve and looked up and down, "I've become handsome and taller." ”

"Come back on vacation."

"You're at work?"

"No, it's still a student...... Attended university in Tokyo. ”

"Oh, Tokyo! Good place! ”

Kitahara Hayato and Asai also came to say hello, and it can be seen that the neighborhood relationship is really good, and the old grandmother is not polite to Naoki Natsume, and asks him seriously if he has eaten, and now Hokkaido is cold, and he will catch a cold if he wears this little clothes.

He smiled and went back one by one, and then said that he wanted to occupy a place to park, and the old woman readily agreed.

At the end, she sighed: "That guy Taro is not at home, if he is there, he will get you a shed to cover it, and it will be hailing recently!" ”

Taro is the eldest son of the Murata family next door, and Naoki Natsume has the only childhood memory that he thinks the uncle next door is a very reliable farmer.

"Actually, it doesn't take one night, just stop for a while, and I'll leave right away." Kitahara Hayato shook his head and looked at Naoki Natsume: "I have to go home tonight, delay one night and come back tomorrow, it's another day." ”

"How can this work?" Naoki Natsume frowned: "It's dark at night. ”

"Don't persuade me what I decide, it's useless."

"That'...... You have to give this face when you enter the door and drink hot water, right? Naoki Natsume sighed.

He knows the nature of Kitahara Hayato, and he can't persuade him if he blindly persuades.

Kitahara Hayato didn't shirk this, and said with a smile: "Isn't this trip just to see you off, and by the way, recognize your uncle and aunt?" I've known you for so long, and I haven't come to your house to see how much I have taken care of you. ”

"Don't, with my previous poor physical strength, I don't know who takes care of whom."

The two of them talked and laughed, and Kitahara Hayato carried two boxes of things from the trunk.

Not expensive, milk and eight-treasure porridge bought in the supermarket.

You can't go to someone else's house empty-handed, and the Hayato of Kitahara still knows this truth.

I was thinking about whether to help Asai move the huge suitcase down first, but when I saw Asai effortlessly carrying the box with one hand and throwing it in an arc, the polite words that came to my mouth swallowed back.

The eyelids of Hayato Kitahara, who saw this ability, jumped and glanced at Naoki Natsume.

The latter smiled helplessly, thinking that it is normal for you not to understand...... Asai's physical strength is much higher than yours.

Don't ask about my maid, believe in science.

"Mom, I'm back." Naoki Natsume stepped up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Kitahara Hayato waited nervously while carrying his things while looking up at Naoki Natsume's hometown.

The small two-story western-style building looks out of place in this small mountain village, as if a house was dug up from Setagaya Ward and parachuted here.

There are even steps in front of the door, although there are not many three steps, but it still looks atmospheric.

I seem to have heard Naoki say that his family runs a small factory?

Kitahara Hayato muttered in his heart, that his parents can understand if they have a little savings.

The best place to spend money in the countryside is to build a house, even in the far north.

"Who?"

The door opened and a middle-aged woman appeared behind it.

Her curly hair was hot, but it was not as hot as the pear blossoms of those young girls...... There is always such a hairstyle in this world, which is the standard for middle-aged women all over the world.

But if the hairstyle is to follow the trend, the face that is still charming even if it has wrinkles is the biggest charm that distinguishes this woman from ordinary people.

Kitahara's eyes widened slightly, thinking to himself Is this Naoki's mother?

Madame must have been a great beauty when she was young.

"Mom."

Naoki Natsume screamed.

In the past few years, I have always seen my parents in the video, and I still have some life when I really meet.

But this life disappeared the moment the two looked at each other...... Blood is thicker than water.

"Ah, Naoki! My eldest son is back! Natsume's mother's face was first stunned, followed by surprise.

How to make a middle-aged woman dance may be to reunite with her son after a long absence.

No matter how cold a woman is, she can't withstand the temperature of this mother.

"Auntie."

"Hello Auntie!"

Asai bowed slightly, and Kitahara Hayato had a loud voice, which reminded Naoki Naoki of the Kendo Club of those Os Supermen who shouted Ouss every day.

"It's been a long time since I've seen him...... Who is this? ”

"This is my friend, Hayato Kitahara." Naoki Natsume introduced to his mother, "He drove us back today. ”

"Kitahara, fast forward, fast forward." Natsume's mother opened the door completely, "What else do you want to bring with you...... Naoki helped Kitahara carry it. ”

"No need Auntie, this thing is not sinking."

When I entered the door, it was still the decoration that I hadn't seen for a long time, and I hadn't changed it for six or seven years, and Naoki Natsume was a little helpless when he stood in the living room.

He was too far away from this home for too long.

Although the mother's life disappeared when he met, but in the face of the whole room, the strangeness sandwiched between the familiar came to his face.

"It's been a hard journey, thank you for sending them back...... It's not okay to wear so little, Naoki pours a hot glass of water for your friend, and I'll call your dad and ask him to come back quickly. ”

Natsume's mother looked at Kitahara's clothes, shook her head, and then went to the balcony to make a phone call.

"Oh, good."

Naoki Natsume came back to his senses, and there was a momentary pause.

He frowned and wondered, what should he do if he wanted to drink a cup of hot water in this family, which he had left since graduating from elementary school?

Just as he was thinking, Asai had naturally placed the cat in the corner of the living room.

She first walked to the coffee table, picked up the kettle, opened it, then walked to the pressurized bucket to fill the kettle, and finally put it on the base next to the TV to heat it.

"Kitahara-san let's find a place to sit first, the hot water will take about three minutes."

With that, she carried the huge suitcase upstairs - in Naoki Natsume's hometown, the bedroom where she slept was also on the second floor.

watched Asai go upstairs, but Kitahara Hayato didn't sit down.

He turned his head to look at Naoki Natsume, who was meditating on reacquainting himself with everything in his home, and pointed to Asai.

"Is this normal?"

"What?" Naoki Natsume came back to his senses and asked.

"I mean, is this kind of thing normal at your parents' house?" Kitahara Hayato asked, "Although you two are childhood sweethearts, how do I feel that she went home instead of you?" ”

Secretly glancing at the aunt who went to the balcony to make a call, Kitahara Hayato leaned over to Naoki Natsume and asked in a low voice, "Look at your pestle with a blank face...... How long has it been since you've been home? ”

"It's going to be six or seven years, and I've been living in Tokyo during this time, and I've only been home for a day or two when I go home for the Chinese New Year." Naoki Natsume replied absentmindedly.

Kitahara's words reminded him.

Odd......

How is Asai so skilled?

Because Asai is busy boiling hot water and sorting out his luggage on weekdays, when Asai does it, he feels that everything is natural and does not think about it deliberately.

Now think about it...... Why does Asai know how to boil hot water and where the bedroom is?

"What's that, Auntie, I'll go back first!"

Kitahara Hayato doesn't have time to care about what Naoki Natsume looks like, and he can't sit or stand now.

Most boys have a dualistic personality, they get along with strangers on weekdays, and they are cramped like a master who comes to repair the air conditioner when they enter their brother's house.

These three minutes seemed to him to be like a year, so he got up and put on his clothes and walked out.

Natsume's mother came out of the balcony with an anxious tone: "Why are you leaving?" It's dark outside, how dangerous it is for you to go back tonight, stay one night and then leave! ”

"No, no, I promised to go back home overnight."

"Then at least eat and leave, your uncle has already rushed back, I'll go cook."

"No, I ate it on the way."

Kitahara Hayato waved his hand all the way out the door, and Naoki Natsume paused and chased him out.

"Go and see off your classmates, the roads in the village are not easy to walk, and there are no lights in some places!"

"I know, Mom, go back, it's cold outside."

Kitahara Hayato twisted the key and blasted the engine, turned on the headlights and followed Naoki Natsume outside.

When he looked back and saw that Aunt Natsume had already gone back, he said, "I really don't stay, I'll tell the truth if we're all friends." I know that my aunt has good intentions, but I don't feel comfortable spending the night in someone's house, everyone is like this, not that the relationship is bad...... Besides, there is an outsider at home, how to arrange the room? ”

Naoki Natsume nodded: "I know, you don't have to explain it to me so clearly...... Be careful on the way, no matter how late you send me a message when you get home, I hope to wake up early the next morning, and the first good news I know is that you have returned home safely. ”

"That's no problem, I've had zero accidents so far!"

After leaving the village, Kitahara Hayato waved his hand and drove away.

Naoki Natsume stood at the entrance of the village with his pocket in his pocket, watching his friend's taillights fade away, gradually merging with the distant lights at the end of the road, looking up at the completely dark sky, and turning back home.

"You guy......" he sighed and said to himself: "It's true, it's always uncomfortable to spend the night in someone's house, with your temperament, you'd rather run on the road this night than trouble others." ”

He remembered the way Kitahara Hayato held the steering wheel with one hand and rolled down the window to shrug his shoulders with him, and smiled helplessly.

However, if he is really kept, it is indeed difficult to allocate a room at home.

Parents have a room, their own bedroom, and there is no other spare room.

You can't let Asai sleep on the sofa and lay the floor in the bedroom by himself, right?

Is it difficult to aggrieved guests to sleep on the sofa? What is that like......

Huh?

Naoki Natsume was walking, and suddenly his feet were stunned and he was stunned in place.

He looked up to the north and could see the roof of his house.

Hiss......

"Mom and Dad, I......" He snapped his fingers: "Then where will Asai sleep tonight?" ”

A huge problem lay ahead of him.

More than just tonight.

In which bed does Asai sleep in this whole holiday?!