I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 70: Returning to the Oyama Family in Kumamoto
Kumamoto Prefecture, Oyama family.

On the third day after returning from Tokyo, the hustle and bustle and glitz of the big city were finally washed away by the daily life of this quiet little town, leaving only some memories like tiny shells left on the beach after the tide receded, inadvertently flashing a distant and charming light.

That is the prosperity of Tokyo.

Yoshiharu Koyama sat cross-legged at the low table in the living room, holding a cup of steaming green tea and watching the local news on TV, but he always felt that something seemed to be missing in this familiar taste.

It lacks a little...heart-pounding excitement.

He took a sip of tea, and for the first time, a trace of melancholy appeared on his usually stern face, which he himself was not even aware of.

"Ugh……"

A sigh, tinged with laziness and dissatisfaction, came from behind the sliding paper door of the adjacent Japanese-style room.

The little daughter Mengya came out rubbing her messy hair, wearing pink pajamas and yawning, her youthful face full of boredom.

She collapsed onto the tatami, like a salted fish with its bones removed, and complained feebly, "It's so boring... Compared to Tokyo, Kumamoto is like the countryside! There's not even a decent department store, the train only comes every half an hour, and after 8 p.m. the streets are like a ghost town."

But before she could finish, Yoshiharu Koyama's "local pride" was severely aroused.

"Nonsense!"

Yoshiharu Koyama slammed the teacup heavily on the table, making a dull sound. His sharp eyes, typical of a headmaster, were like two unsheathed daggers, fiercely stabbing at the ignorant girl.

“No matter how bad Kumamoto is, it’s still our hometown! Our relatives and our roots are here!”

His voice was quiet, but it carried a kind of authority that brooked no argument. "No matter how great Tokyo is, it's someone else's place! We're from Kumamoto Prefecture. Even if we stay in Tokyo our whole lives, we'll never become true Tokyoites!"

"Then why don't I just marry someone from Tokyo?"

Mengya pouted unconvincedly, and with a naive cruelty, she accurately poked at her father's most vulnerable soft spot: "Just like my second sister, if she found a boyfriend like Guangzhi's brother-in-law, wouldn't she have everything?"

"you--!"

Yoshiharu Koyama was so angry at these words that his cold face instantly turned purple.

The finger he pointed at Mengya trembled slightly with anger, but he couldn't find the right words to refute for a moment.

Think about the successful identity and status of Nohara Hiroshi, the future son-in-law.

And the luxury cars and income that even he envied.

There's really no way to refute it!
"You are not a child anymore! Otherwise I will really hit you!" This made Yoshiharu Koyama even more angry, and his head felt like it was smoking.

But he was really helpless when it came to his youngest and most beloved daughter.

"Okay, okay, what are you arguing about so early in the morning?"

At this moment, the kitchen door curtain was lifted, and my mother Xiaoshan Gaoya came out holding a wooden tray. Her face, which always had a gentle smile, now showed a bit of helplessness.

On the tray were several bowls of steaming rice and a plate of freshly fried tamagoyaki that exuded the aroma of soy sauce.

Very simple and homely.

"Mengya, don't talk back to your dad."

The eldest sister, Masa, followed out with a plate of pickled dried fish and a bowl of chopped scallions in soy sauce. She arranged the side dishes one by one before addressing her younger sister in her characteristically gentle voice, "Besides, Hiroshi-kun isn't from Tokyo; he's from Akita Prefecture. You, don't always aim so high; you need to be more down-to-earth."

"Eh? Brother-in-law is not from Tokyo?" For the first time, Mengya's big black eyes were filled with pure shock.

In her simple worldview, anyone who can work at Tokyo TV, can afford such a luxury car, and can easily buy so many brand-name bags must be a "noble" born and raised in Tokyo.

"Humph, do you think it's that easy to get a Tokyo residence permit?"

Finally, Yoshiji Koyama found a chance to save face. Clearing his throat, he assumed the airs of a knowledgeable dean of studies and said in a deep voice, "Our household registration system in Japan is very strictly managed. To move from the countryside to Tokyo, you need to meet a series of stringent requirements, such as having a stable, high-paying job in Tokyo, a fixed residence, and a recommendation from a company or guarantor... The procedures are complicated and the review is strict. It's even harder than getting into the University of Tokyo!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his chin, and a hint of doubt flashed in his sharp eyes.

Because the more he talked about it, the more he found that his future son-in-law met this condition.

"Of course, there are exceptions to everything. If you have enough money, or are famous enough, and have made outstanding contributions to society... that's another story... Well, for example, Guangzhi."

His words had obviously put his future son-in-law, who was not from Tokyo but looked more like a Celestial Dragon than any other Tokyo native, into the category of exception.

"Puchi." Xiaoshan Mengya suddenly laughed softly: "What! Dad! Isn't he still my brother-in-law in the end?"

This immediately made Yoshiharu Koyama feel that his authority was damaged.

But I couldn't say anything.

He just urged, "Eat quickly!" His face turned stern again.

The family sat down around the low table and began to enjoy this simple but heartwarming lunch.

However, the home-cooked meals that I am used to eating on a daily basis, which have the taste of my mother's food, always seem a little bland when I put them in my mouth now.

"Oh, I still miss the delicious meals I had in Tokyo..."

Mengya shoveled at the rice in her bowl, her little face full of aftertaste: "That French baked snail, that melt-in-your-mouth Saga Wagyu beef, and that lobster sashimi that's bigger than my face... Brother-in-law Guangzhi is so good at choosing places. Every meal is so delicious that I want to swallow my tongue!"

Her words were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting everyone's memories of taste buds.

Even Yoshiji Koyama, who usually maintained a stern expression, couldn't help but let his Adam's apple bob involuntarily when he heard the words "Saga Wagyu beef." "Ring ring—"

Just as everyone was reminiscing about the delicious food, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

"I'll go get it!" Mengya, who was closest, jumped over like a rabbit.

"Hello? It's Mei Ya-nee!"

"Yes, Mengya, it's me. Can you give the phone to mom?" Meiya's voice with a hint of smile came from the other end of the phone.

"Mom, it's my second sister!" Mengya immediately handed the microphone to her mother.

"Hello, Mei-ya." Xiaoshan Gao-ya answered the phone, her voice full of love: "We're home, everything is fine, don't worry. In Tokyo, take good care of yourself and take good care of Guangzhi-kun, okay?"

"I know, Mom." Meiya replied with a smile.

The mother and daughter were talking sweetly when Mengya, like a little sparrow, scrambled to the microphone and said, "Second sister, second sister! I don't want to stay in Kumamoto anymore! It's so boring here! I want to go to Tokyo! I want to live with you!"

Meiya on the other end of the phone was amused by her sister's words and laughed: "Okay, when you graduate from high school, you're always welcome to come. Then, ask your brother-in-law to introduce you to some handsome guys in Tokyo!"

"No nonsense!"

Koyama Yoshiji's commanding voice resounded like thunder: "Finish your studies first! All you do all day is think about this nonsense!"

The whole family burst into laughter at his frustrated look, and even Meiya on the other end of the phone laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, right, second sister." After laughing and joking, Mengya thought of the question that had puzzled her for a long time: "My brother-in-law is so capable, how could he not be from Tokyo? I can't believe it!"

"Hmm? He's registered in Tokyo? He already has one now."

On the other end of the phone, Meiya's voice was filled with an irrepressible sense of satisfaction and pride.

"Just yesterday, I heard from Hiroshi-kun that he sold the copyright of 'Anshigai' to a TV station. To reward him, the station not only gave him a bonus of 10 million yen, but also gave him an apartment in Setagaya Ward. By the way, they even solved his Tokyo household registration problem!"

"..."

If the five million luxury car had only created a crack in the family's heart.

At this moment, these words were like a meteorite falling from the sky, with unparalleled impact force, completely smashing their worldview based on tradition and reality!
Ten million yen!

Apartments in Setagaya Ward!
And there’s something even harder than getting into the University of Tokyo… Tokyo household registration!
"Na...Nani?!"

Yoshiharu Koyama's hand holding the teacup shook suddenly, and the scalding tea spilled all over his hand, but he was completely unaware.

The face that was always as cold and hard as a rock now only showed undisguised shock and dullness.

He thought of himself.

He worked as a principal in Kumamoto Prefecture for his entire life, working diligently and incorruptibly, but in the end, he was just looking after an old house that required him to pay off a mortgage for 30 years.

And that young man...

He looked at the familiar and somewhat closed sky outside the window, and for the first time, he began to doubt his entire life.

"Dad? Dad? What's wrong with you?" Mei Ya heard the noise on the other end of the phone and asked worriedly.

"Nothing... nothing..." Yoshiharu Koyama put down the teacup as if waking up from a dream. Unconsciously, a hint of pride emerged on his face which was full of shock, but he himself did not realize it.

He cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone with the reserved, concerned tone typical of an elder: "Mei-sai, well... since Guangzhi-kun is now a Tokyo resident, you... should also take care of your health and don't get pregnant first. After all... your eldest sister hasn't..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by two completely different screams.

"Dad! What are you talking about!" The eldest sister Zhenze's gentle face instantly turned red like a branding iron, feeling embarrassed and angry.

"Oh! Dad, you are too much! You actually said this in front of me, an underage high school student!" The little sister Mengya exaggeratedly covered her ears, but her big black eyes were shining with excitement of watching a good show.

"You old man! What nonsense are you talking about!" The mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, also reacted, picked up a cushion on the table, and threw it at her husband.

"I...I'm concerned about you!"

Yoshiharu Koyama's face turned red at the sudden attack from the crowd. He frantically dodged his wife's attack. Looking at his daughters' embarrassed and annoyed expressions, he felt that his career as a principal had suffered an unprecedented Waterloo at this moment.

He finished the last mouthful of rice in the bowl, put the bowl and chopsticks down heavily, said "I'm going out for a walk", and slipped out of the house almost as if he was running away.

However, when he walked on that familiar path, a smug smile, like that of an old fox, appeared unconsciously on his face which was full of embarrassment and he could not suppress it.

He took out his old flip phone, skillfully flipped through the address book, and found the number of the vice-principal who always liked to brag about how successful his son was in Tokyo.

He cleared his throat and pressed the dial button.

"Hello? Is this Vice Principal Yamamoto? Hahaha, it's me, Yoshiharu Koyama. Nothing much, I just wanted to chat with you. Oh, yes, I just came back from Tokyo. My good-for-nothing son-in-law, who hasn't achieved anything great, just bought an apartment in Setagaya. Oh, not really bought it, it was given to him by Tokyo TV. By the way, he also transferred his household registration there. People from Tokyo are just troublesome..."

The voice was loud and full of Versailles-style showmanship, like a triumphant song composed for victory, echoing in the quiet alleys of Kumamoto Prefecture.

He knew that he had to treat himself to drinks at the izakaya tonight.

and.

Be sure to drink the most expensive 'Fourteenth Generation'!
(End of this chapter)