The two were woken up by a train attendant who was delivering lunch.

The train had already passed Atami, and the positioning displayed on the mobile phone was just in Tsunawa, and the scenery outside the window was temporarily replaced by a low city skyline.

The orange juice and pasta on the train can only be said to be good, but the road between Atami Station and Ito Station is 80% of the beautiful view of the sea from the east, which is perfect for eating.

It's just that the saliva stains on his shoulders make his mood not good.

"Is it almost there?"

"Hmm."

Glancing at the rapidly receding view outside the window, Pochi sped up his noodle eating.

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

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

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

Compared to Tokyo Station, which has hundreds of sweets shops, Ito Station is much smaller, with only one café, one Japanese confectionery shop, one convenience store and one souvenir shop. There is no square in front of the station, and the business of the surrounding stores is very deserted.

Pochi took a deep breath of Ito's air, which was much hotter than the air conditioner of the train, but it gave her an exceptionally clean feeling.

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

"If you keep doing this, I can only take you to the police station first."

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

"Ah Shui Ah Shui~~~ Look at this photo, is our home close to this attraction?"

When did my house become your home?

I thought about the new name on Pochi's [residence privilege card], and it seemed like we had really become a family.

It's a pity that because of his mother's allergies, the second elder doesn't like animals, especially cats and dogs, so Asama Pochi's identity has only been recognized by him alone.

Poki smiled as an elementary school student looking forward to eating camping curry, and continued,

"If it's close, how about Ah Shui take me to see it today?"

Asama recognized the photo, which is the Kadowaki suspension bridge on the Kinosaki Coast, an Internet celebrity spot.

"It's a long way, and it takes about 30 minutes to get there."

"Isn't that close~"

"Have you ever heard of [the heart is far away]? Meaning that if you don't want to go, the place will be far away. ”

Asama is like a schoolboy, talking nonsense to Pochi.

But Pochi disagreed and continued to ask Asama,

"Have you ever been to that suspension bridge? Is it dangerous?"

"They all said they didn't want to go, how could they have been."

"What about Omaruyama? What about Yibi Lake? Strange Teenage and Girly Museum? Teddy Bear Museum? Cactus Park? ”

"Except for the first two, I haven't heard anything else."

"Huh? It's obviously very popular on the Internet, right? Ah Shui, are you still from Ito? ”

"People in Tokyo who haven't been to Tokyo Tower are not just a handful of them."

Poki rolled his eyes, smiled again,

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

"It's not good, Ito went back to study hard, not to play."

"Eh, hey~~~"

Looking at Pochi's soft expression as if he was drunk, Asama was puzzled,

"What's wrong again?"

"Ah Shui just said a [back] word~"

I mean, I've been back to Ito for the past two days to calm down and study, not you."

"Goo - duplicitous Ah Shui! Feed! Ah Shui! Don't run! Wait for me! ”

Less than 200 meters into the sun, Asama found his father's car, an old white Toyota Hilux, in the parking lot south of Ito Station.

Dad was leaning against the car door to smoke, and when he saw Asama waving, he hesitated for a moment to confirm that the white-haired man was his son.

"The 12 o'clock car, why did you arrive so early?"

"Someone has a treat, sit on the Safia Tsuko."

Asama's father looked at the tall and stronger Asama, frowned, poked out the cigarette with the cigarette case, and said,

"Is that a high-end sightseeing train? How did 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 accustomed to his son's backlash, looked at Asama's hair and asked,

"Okay, I'll keep all the money you sent back, and I'll take some with you when I go back. While it's not good to spend lavishly, it's not good to have girls spend money on you either. ”

"Hmm. I have money on me. ”

"What's the condition with your hair?"

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

Still on the show?

If it weren't for the fact that his facial features hadn't changed much, he would hardly have believed that this person was his son.

It's not right, I feel that this kid has become a lot more refined, and his facial muscles have softened a lot.

Tokyo is such a melting pot of life-changing. It only took less than half a year to make the cold silent boy become self-familiar.

"Have you eaten it? Dad? ”

"Of course, it's good that you said that you won't eat lunch at home, otherwise your mother will definitely wait for you to come back before eating."

Pochi watched Asama's interaction with his dad from the sidelines.

The facial features are very similar to Asama, but the nose is much taller, the size is similar to Asama, and the figure is thinner.

Looks more like a writer than a farmer.

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

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting. Hello, Miss Pochi Forisi Parakva, Pochi I am the father of Shizumi, Meiji Asama. You've already told me about it, so you'll live in our house for the next 2 weeks. ”

Pochi saw that Asama's father was so easy-going, he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed,

"Hello Dad, the little girl is not talented, please take care of me in the future."

Asama froze as he put his luggage away, and he looked at his son.

Asama rubbed his eyebrows and said,

"It's normal, this guy hasn't learned Japanese, and the customs here are not clear, but he likes to watch some inexplicable cross talk and Dahe dramas, so it's good to get used to it."

Asama knocked Pochi on the dog's head, pulled her up from the ground, and put her luggage in the trunk in the back of the car with her.

"You're on good terms."

Asama Meiji couldn't help but say.

Poki immediately turned around and gave a large smiley face,

"Yes, Dad. Mr. Meiji, you have to believe me, Ah Shui and I are definitely the same thing. Ugh"

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

A writer once said, "The cruelest thing to do to a child is to send him to a school for the children of a rich family." The pain of a child who is aware of poverty because of the disparities is unimaginable to adults. 】

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

can only say that he is worthy of being a son who is a hundred times better than himself.

In the past six months, not only have we made further progress in terms of achievements, but also made breakthroughs in social activities.

Tokyo's smelting of people may be the most suitable for him, a child who seems to be an extraterrestrial meteorite.

"Get in the car."

As Haylux headed south and then west along the Izu-Izu Line, the green outside the window was getting greener.

The car drove until it reached a two-story Japanese-style villa diagonally across from a temple, slowed down through the gate, and stopped in the garage next to it.

Although the Asama family is not the castle tower of the second sight, looking at the words "Asama Farm" and seeing a glass shed and a small field not far to the west of the villa, Pochi thinks that Ah Shui should claim to be [the son of the landlord's family], not a countryman from Ito.

Pochi and Asama got out of the car to get their luggage, waited for Asama's father to park the car, pressed the roller shutter door, and passed by the warehouse next to the villa full of farm tools, and there was a map in the shape of "Asama Farm" and oranges erected to the fields.

How can there be a map at home?

Seeing Pochi standing in front of the map, Asama Meiji explained with a smile,

"The small orange grove behind our house will always be organized by the city to do popular science picking activities, and in order to facilitate everyone, Jingshui has come 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 of this. His proposal to use oranges as a perfume factory and a beverage factory to create a new tourist business card in Ito City was rejected by his parents on the grounds that "why do you make so much money, you have to take out a loan, and you have to hire people, it's too troublesome". This business path was adopted by another farm because of the deliberate loss of notes, and as a result, the farmer lost a lot of money because of the wrong orange variety and market fluctuations.

Seven years later, Asama didn't give his parents any more business advice.

In front of the villa are five five-needle pine trees, which are planted in flower beds built on ancient rocks, forming a barrier in the vestibule. At the easternmost end of the barrier is a light-filled promenade connected to the villa, with a flower garden in front of the promenade and two Japanese-style rooms at the back of the promenade.

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

"I'm back."

Meiji Asama opened the door and shouted into the house.

"I'm back~~~"

Asama glanced at Pochi, 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, directly ignoring her husband, and hugged Asama,

"Xiao Jingshui is back~~~ Mom wants to kill you~"

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

"You're Miss Pochi~ Welcome, welcome, what a beauty~"

Hearing Asama's mother praise herself, Pochfu was very grateful and replied,

"The little woman is not talented, and the mother is Gui'an."

The guy didn't change his shoes, and went to the ground again.

Asama's iron-fisted sanctions arrived in time to pull Pochi up.

"I'm sorry mom, but Poki hasn't fully adapted to Japanese culture."

"It's okay, it's okay, but our family is so shabby, it's not good if the hospitality is not good."

While taking out the slippers for Asama and Pochi, Asama's mother patted Asama's father on the shoulder and gave a [What are you still doing here?] Hurry up and help move things].

Asama Meiji knew it, and he didn't wear slippers, and 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?] ] speaks.

Asama lifted the 2 big bags of things in his hand and showed them to his mother.

"This is a gift from Pochi to your mother, a popular snack in Tokyo recently, I'll try it later."

Katsuko Asama couldn't help but look at the blonde girl twice when she saw Pochi so polite.

Milky white skin, gray-blue eyes, and no fox smell of foreigners, the whole person is very kind, it seems that the school has not arranged too difficult people for his son.

Thinking of this, Asama's mother smiled,

"You're so welcome, Tokyo's eldest lady is just different, let's come in."

The three of them walked into the living room, like a train coming out of a tunnel, and their vision widened.

The three-section tatami mat room, with the partition door being opened and connected, is at least 140 square meters.

In Tokyo, where land is at a premium, there are very few houses that can do it.

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

The living room faces south and has just passed through the hallway and floor-to-ceiling windows. The north-facing side is also a corridor that connects to a larger courtyard.

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

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

The walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings, both horizontal and vertical, and the whole room also has a good smell of wood.

In other words, such a large living room is not suitable for home, and it is generally used for meetings with team leaders.

Ah Shui, no wonder you and I hit it off at first sight, and say that you are not a local evil force?

Asama helped her mother put the snacks in the refrigerator and cupboards, while Katsuko Asama brought a stack of fruit bowls and a plate of water Shingen cakes and put them on the coffee table.

Seeing that Pochi was still looking at the living room set-up, she smiled,

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

Pochi saw that Asama's mother had already sat down, and patted her on the sofa, so he smiled sweetly, took off his school bag and sat down.

"Just call me Little Pochi, Aunt Katsuko."

Katsuko Asama had already peeled a mandarin orange and slightly separated the top end of each petal of flesh and handed it to Pochi.

"This mandarin orange is made on my own tree, and it is a specialty of Shizuoka Prefecture, and it has no seeds, so it is very sweet."

"Okay, thank you Mom. Trouble Aunt Katsuko. ”

Asama returned to the living room and saw Pochi leaning on the sofa eating fruit, went around the back of the sofa and knocked on her head, saying,

"It's not time to rest, go pack your bags and set up your room."

"Oh."

As soon as Katsuko Asama wanted to chat with Pochi, she saw the blonde girl carrying her schoolbag on her back and being pulled up to the second floor by Asama.

She looked at the water letter cake on the coffee table for a moment and laughed.

Or are you just a school partner?

If the two live together, wouldn't they be able to hug their grandchildren?

No, this Miss Pochi is from such a good background, and she is a Russian-American in Japan, it is too difficult to be with Xiao Jingshui.

Let's get more experience with girls.

Even if it's a school-mandated activity. Looking at Xiao Jingshui like this, at least he is willing to communicate with girls.

Katsuko Asama feels that she has lost at least half of her heart in this life.

Take stock of the ingredients and cook something delicious for the two of them in the evening.

Country cuisine, I don't know if this foreign lady is used to eating.

Crunch, crunch, the planks of the staircase rattled.

Asama Meiji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his son come up with a blonde girl.

"The dealer just called me, so I'll go out first. Still water, it's up to you to set up Pochi's room. ”

"Well, go ahead. Try to avoid the entertainment that can be waived, don't scold your mother. ”

Asama looked at his father, obviously he didn't like to drink, but he was always dragged to socialize, and after drinking so many drinks, he didn't see the retailers designated by the agricultural cooperatives raise the purchase price of half a dollar.

In his opinion, the people of these local peasant cooperatives should kill the gods.

"You kid, I know, I'll be back sooner."

Asama Meiji has long been accustomed to his precocious son talking to him like this, and to be honest, he feels that he is not raising a son, but a brother, or a father?

Every time he quarrels or encounters a problem, he sits in the corridor with him and solves him.

The only bad thing is that you don't give yourself much face.

Is it appropriate to say this about your father in front of outsiders?

Forget it, just let him pretend.

Asama and Pochi worked together to make the mattress, and Pochi collapsed into the quilt and rolled around with the pillow.

"This taste~um~ Is this the taste of Ah Shui when he was a child?"

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

"I have a nose problem, and I am 1.7 kilometers away from the hospital, so I went to treat it quickly."

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

In the corner of the window, he set up two small tables and two cushions, and took out the study materials in his suitcase and set them up.

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

Husky dolls and Phippy chicken dolls are also placed on the mattress, and a study progress chart hangs on the wall.

Poki picked up the husky doll in his arms and said to Asama with great interest,

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

"Okay."

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

Poki went straight to bed and restarted the rolling mode.

"Why does Ah Shui have a bed, but I have to make a bunk on the floor, this bed is obviously no problem for sleeping three people."

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

Asama, who slept on the sofa for 2 months in a row, didn't care.

Pochi sat up and looked south, half green and half city.

"Forget it, let's 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 took a random book from the shelf, Pierre Bourdieu's "Separation", flipped through it twice, and then pulled out a stool and began to read it carefully.

"Let's rest for a while and go to the questions, I see that you are very busy with Lao Qin these days, and I haven't given you much more."

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

If you meet since childhood, and launch a strategy when Ah Shui's mind is still immature, will you get twice the result with half the effort?

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

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

Suddenly sensing Poki approaching, Asama stood up and turned his body slightly, and an over-the-shoulder fall threw Pochi onto the bed, but Pochi flexibly entangled Asama, and the two fell on the bed together, each adjusting their bodies in the entanglement, ready to perform joint skills.

"Xiao Jingshui, I'll go out and buy some fresh meat and come back, show me the soup cooked in the kitchen~"

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

A handful of luxury, meat or something, call it takeout.

What is the child's name?

How about a boy called Lian and a girl called Tian? (End of chapter)