I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 102 Nohara Ginnosuke's plan! Going to Tokyo to find his youngest son!
However, while the center of the storm in the steel forest of Tokyo was accumulating power enough to subvert the times, the source of the storm, the distant land that gave birth to all this, remained so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped.

Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

There are no sleepless neon lights of Ginza, no surging crowds of Shibuya, only endless green rice fields. Under the scorching July sun, they are like a huge emerald carpet spread by the gods, stretching to the distant horizon.

In the Nohara family's old Japanese-style house, which is full of traces of time, the air is filled with the unique fragrance of tatami and soil.

"How unreasonable! How unreasonable!"

A roar full of energy, yet tinged with childish annoyance, broke the tranquility of the afternoon.

Nohara Ginnosuke, the patriarch of the Nohara family, was sitting cross-legged on the tatami like an angry mountain god.

On his weather-beaten face, his two thick eyebrows, which were exactly the same as his youngest son's, were now twisted into an angry "chuan" character. His small eyes, which always flashed with cunning light, were now staring at the old Sharp TV in front of him, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

There is pride and satisfaction, but more importantly, there is a kind of jealousy like that of an old father who is beaten hard on the beach by the new generation.

On the TV screen, an in-depth interview program of the Tokyo Film and Television News was being broadcast.

In the picture, the young man who is well-dressed, talking eloquently in front of the camera, and exuding a dazzling aura of "elite", is not his youngest son Nohara Hiroshi who left home to make a living in Tokyo. Who else could it be?
"Look at this! Look at this rebellious son!"

Nohara Ginnosuke put his hands on his waist and complained to his wife, who was slowly packing up the tea utensils beside him, in a tone that sounded like he was accusing a heartless man: "Our Nohara family has been down-to-earth farmers for generations, facing the loess and back to the sky! How could we have such a rebellious son who runs off to make TV and movies?!"

"It's only been half a year since he graduated from college! Just half a year! And already the whole of Japan knows about him! He doesn't even bother coming home to visit! Does he still see me as his dad?!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously straightened his chest. The pride that belonged to an old father could not be hidden after all, and it leaked out quietly from his puffed cheeks.

"Hehehe..."

Nohara Tsuru, the woman who had tolerated all of her husband's eccentricities with tenderness and patience throughout her life, just covered her mouth and chuckled softly, as gentle as a clear spring.

Her eyes, though already wrinkled by time, were still clear and bright, filled with pampering and helplessness.

"Dad, that's not making sense." She wiped each washed teacup with a clean cotton cloth, her movements unhurried and full of the Zen spirit of life. "Doesn't Guangzhi call us every week without fail to let us know he's safe? Last month, didn't he even wire us one million yen from a bank in Tokyo? He said you shouldn't work in the fields so much, so he could buy some good wine and some new clothes."

As he spoke, Nohara Tsuru's eyes smiled like a crescent moon: "Isn't this enough?"

"Not enough! Of course not!"

Nohara Ginnosuke's eyebrows knitted even tighter, and he pouted, looking like a child who didn't get any candy. "What's money? Do I, Nohara Ginnosuke, need money? I want him as a person! This brat should come back in person, kneel before me, and kowtow to me and admit his fault!"

As he spoke, his restless little eyes began to glance lustfully back and forth at his wife's figure, which was over fifty years old but still had charm.

"But then again, A-He," his voice suddenly dropped, filled with the mysterious air of an old, frivolous man. "Are our Nohara family's genes even better than I thought? Look at that kid Hiroshi, he's got good looks and a sharp mind. What do you think... shouldn't we also respond to the country's call and work harder to expand the Nohara family in order to prevent the declining birthrate?"

"You... shameless old thing!"

Nohara Tsuru's face, which always wore a gentle smile, turned red in an instant. She picked up the bamboo broom used to clean the courtyard in the corner and made a gesture to swing it at her husband's head, which had already become "Mediterranean".

"Ouch! You're just kidding! It was just a joke!"

Nohara Ginnosuke was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly dodged backwards using his hands and feet. He looked so funny, and there was no dignity of the head of the family at all.

Nohara Tsuru looked at him like this, and in the end, he couldn't let the broom fall down after all.

She just shook her head helplessly, but deep in her eyes, there was a tenderness that could not be melted away.

She knew that no matter how harshly her old man spoke, he was deeply proud of his son who was far away in Tokyo.

'Wow--'

At this moment, the slightly old wooden sliding door at the entrance was pushed open from the outside.

"I am back."

A steady and heavy voice came.

Then, a figure walked in against the light.

He was a young man who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. His facial features were about 70% similar to the handsome young man on TV, but his build was more sturdy and robust. His skin, which had been exposed to sunlight for many years, had a healthy wheat color. His big hands were covered with thick calluses left by hard work. He exuded an aura that was as simple and reliable as the vast land of Akita Prefecture.

He is the eldest son of the Nohara family and his biological brother, Nohara Sashi, who is five years older than Nohara Hiroshi.

"Oh, it's Sashi who's back."

The living room, which was originally filled with a playful and warm atmosphere, was inexplicably filled with a hint of embarrassment belonging to an elder the moment he appeared.

Nohara Ginnosuke instantly put away his playful smile and put on the airs of the head of the family again. He cleared his throat and said "hmm" in a neutral tone.

Nohara Tsuru also put down the broom in his hand, put that gentle smile on his face again, and walked quickly towards him.

"Xizhi, you've worked hard today too. Come on, take off your shoes and come in and rest."

Nohara Saji smiled innocently and took off his pair of muddy farm rubber shoes at the entrance as he was told.

"If it was that kid Hiroshi, I wouldn't dare ask him to take off his shoes." Nohara Tsuru said in a half-joking tone as he handed him clean slippers, but his words revealed a sense of heartache for his youngest son.

"Guangzhi has loved sports since he was a child, there's nothing I can do about it."

Nohara Sashi scratched his closely shaved head, a simple smile appearing on his dark face. "He likes to wear clean sneakers and run on the court. As for me, I like to go barefoot and step on the soft soil in the fields. It feels solid."

These words are simple and unpretentious, but they also reveal the completely different life trajectories of the two brothers.

One chose to look up at the stars.

One chose to be down-to-earth.

"Humph, what's the point of being steady? You can't even find a wife!"

At this moment, Nohara Ginnosuke's dissatisfied voice sounded again.

He frowned, and his sharp little eyes, like two unsheathed daggers, stabbed fiercely at his eldest son.

"Look at you! You're almost thirty! You're a whole five years older than your brother! Hiroshi, he's in Tokyo, he's even found a girlfriend, I heard she's a beautiful girl from Kumamoto Prefecture, and he's going to bring her back to meet us for the New Year! And you? You, the older brother, are still a bachelor! Where do you put my old face?!" These words made Nohara Sashi's dark face instantly turn bright red.

He rubbed his calloused hands awkwardly, his voice full of helplessness.

"Dad... this... this is not my fault," he whispered defensively. "I want to find one too, but... but these days, the girls in the village have their eyes set on the sky. They all like to go to big cities like Tokyo and Osaka, and they like those office workers who wear suits and work in office buildings. For a farmer like me who has spent my whole life in Daqu City, tending to dozens of acres of land, they... they think I'm unsophisticated."

These words were like a needle that accurately pierced Nohara Ginnosuke's heart, which was full of local pride.

It also reveals the cruelest impact that the unstoppable tide of urbanization in this era has brought to these country people who stick to tradition.

Although Neon is not poor nowadays due to the presence of agricultural associations for farming.

But it’s really not as decent as those office workers.

"That's unreasonable!"

Nohara Ginnosuke slapped his thigh, his small eyes blazing with anger. "What's wrong with us farmers? Without us farmers working hard on the land, what would those city people eat and drink? What would they do? They're all ungrateful!"

He paced back and forth angrily, but finally stopped helplessly and dejectedly.

He knew that the tide of the times could not be stopped by a few complaints from an old man like him.

that is the truth.

Nohara Ginnosuke looked at his eldest son, who was honest but not good at speaking, and the heart of an old father was anxious and angry.

"No! We can't go on like this!"

Nohara Ginnosuke walked up to Nohara Sashi and said in an unquestionable tone: "You should go to Tokyo too! Find your brother! Ask him to introduce you to some girls in the city! If that doesn't work... then... go to a brothel and find a woman first, get used to it! Just experience it!"

"You old pervert! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Before Nohara Ginnosuke could finish his "Tiger Father's Advice" full of fierce words, an iron fist belonging to a housewife, filled with anger, came with the sound of wind and hit him heavily on the back of the head!
"Ouch!"

Nohara Ginnosuke let out a shrill scream, hugged his head, and squatted down in an instant.

Nohara Sashi looked at the familiar scene before him, a look of helplessness and a sense of neither knowing whether to laugh or cry on his dark face. He gave his mother a pleading look, then slipped into the kitchen as if greased.

"Mom, I'll go get dinner."

……

When the steaming hot dinners were placed on the low table one by one, the atmosphere in the living room finally returned to a bit of tranquility.

Nohara Ginnosuke was rubbing the back of his head, which was still aching, with a look of resentment on his face, muttering non-stop, "I was just talking... I didn't dare to really let him go... Ah He, you are really too harsh..."

"You still said that!"

Nohara Tsuru retracted his iron fist, ready to strike again, and glared at him: "Don't teach our Sasashi bad things! He's not like your little son who's in the world of Tokyo. He's honest!"

These words made Nohara Sashi, who was silently eating rice, turn even redder on his dark face.

Dinner was simple and homely.

Miso soup with a rich aroma of soy sauce, fragrant glutinous rice mixed with red beans, a few golden and crispy fried fish, a plate of fried tofu mixed with soy sauce and chopped green onions, and... the bowl of pork bone meat with fat and lean parts piled up like a small mountain, which will always belong to Nohara Sashi as a physical supplement for agricultural practitioners.

The family sat around a low table and ate quietly.

Outside the window, dusk is gradually falling, and frogs are croaking in the fields.

"I said……"

In this silence, Nohara Ginnosuke, who had just been dejected, suddenly seemed to have thought of a brilliant idea. He slammed the table, and his little eyes flashed with excitement again.

"Let's... go to Tokyo!" he said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Nohara Tsuru and Nohara Sashi raised their heads at the same time and looked at him.

"Go to Tokyo! Go find that brat Hiroshi!"

Nohara Ginnosuke grew more and more excited as he spoke, his old face filled with a childish excitement. "It's been ages since we've traveled together as a family! Let's take this opportunity to see how Hiroshi is doing in Tokyo! And let him take us to see the legendary Tokyo Tower!"

"Will this...will this be too much trouble for Hiroshi?" A trace of worry appeared on Nohara Tsuru's face. "He's in the rising period of his career right now, so he must be very busy. If we go there rashly, what if...we disturb him?"

"What's the trouble?!"

Nohara Ginnosuke glared, his dignity as the head of the family resurfacing: "I'm his father! You're his mother! His brother is his real brother! It's only natural for us to go see him! If he dares to say 'no', I'll break his legs when I get back to Akita!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have seen himself standing on the bustling streets of Ginza, pointing out Jiangshan's heroic figure to the pretty girls coming and going.

Uncontrollably, a lewd, expectant, and lustful smile appeared on that old face again.

He even lowered his voice, muttering quietly in a tone that only he could hear: "Hehehe... I heard that Tokyo's sister is really... beautiful..."

'Snapped! '

Before he could finish his mumbling filled with pink fantasies, a figure came up behind him and began to beat his head hard with his fists.

"Oh." Nohara Sashi lowered his head helplessly and buried his food in his food, pretending that he saw nothing.

And in his ears, the familiar, shrill scream of his father, filled with pain and regret, rang again.

"Ouch! Ahe! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I won't dare to do it again!!"

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