"Mr. Mio."
"What?
Rocked by the train, he cuts out a box of cake on his knees to Mio, who supports him with both hands.
Perhaps Mr. Mio is also guessing, but we have to ask clearly for this kind of thing. That's courtesy.
"If I don't get this far, I'll have the momentum come and accompany you to my parents' house. I think this is somewhat predictable, but I'd like to ask you something."
"Yeah."
"Could you please accompany my lies"
If you looked out the window, you could just see the ocean in the pine plains.
So I finally realized that I was switching from the Fukuoka Metro Airport Line to the JR Tsukuba Line.
"Matsumoto."
"Yes, Mr. Mio"
Would Mio be angry about letting him hang out with this? Will it grieve?
But it's necessary. Mio answered me with a serious face.
"Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about"
"Is that it?"
Um?
"What, what? What kind of lies?
"No, look, it's like pretending to be her at my parents' house. It's a lot of drama."
"Ugh!?
"What, really out of the range of assumptions?
"I thought it felt like I was going to see the family of someone I was looking after at work..."
I almost stumbled onto the yellow floor by accident.
Legally speaking, it is the employer's plan to greet the employee's home.
"I didn't expect you to arrive lightly..."
"Well, because... Matsumoto, it's 24, and you don't have to lie."
"The region has a lower age for marriage. The rest is more convenient than me."
"Oh, well. Wow - what to do, it's like a romance novel...... I should have worn better makeup. Wow, I'm older, but are you okay?
"Mr. Mio can totally afford it."
Seems like a surprise ride while confused.
I was somewhat surprised, but fortunately I managed to get some cooperation before I got to my parents' nearest station.
"Ah, but Matsumoto"
"Yes?"
"I'm not sure what she's going to say to greet my parents..."
I don't even know that.
"My family is just fine, so I'll tell you what I'm good at. Mio, have a cup of barley tea while you nick."
"That, on the contrary, could be a high hurdle..."
While doing so, the train crossed the city border. From here on out is my hometown, Itoshima City. The destination station is not long away.
"It's time to get down. I'll take Carrie."
"You don't say a word. Take care of Matsumoto all the time...... Oh, I wonder if Matsumoto is crazy when she's older. Always take care of Yu, Yu, Yu Ji-kun..."
"It helps you to be motivated"
I might as well have taken him without saying anything. Exactly. I won't do it because I'm rude to Mio.
Pushing out Mio's back for a bump and prep exercise, I stepped down to the station for the first time in a year.
"Oh, my God."
"Tsukai"
"No, but a weathered bench on this dark tongue roof, soothing and slow air. It feels exactly like a local fertilizer line."
When the Nine Universities Research Metropolitan Station was built several stops away, I wondered if it would be possible to have something as civilized as this.
"There must be a pick-up waiting for you where you left your ticket. Let's go."
"Ma, wait, I don't know if I need to buy a suit. Wouldn't it be rude to have a cancan hat in a piece like this?
"That's okay because it's summer outfits"
Or that's in fashion when a man greets her parents.
I climb up the concrete stairs while clinging to my heart and circle the tickets installed on the platform on the side of the ascending line.
There was a small little rotary in front of the station, with an old cigarette vending machine and a brand new convenience store making a strange mismatch.
"There's got to be a car parked around there... oh, there he is"
They noticed this one over there, too. The door in the back seat of the car opens and a blue border patterned sleeveless rushes in.
The guy who ran shaking his short black hair, but stopped his leg in front of some of us.
"... that, stopped?
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna look at that."
"heh - you brought something - ooh!!!
Ugh. It's over ten meters away. Ugh.
"Hey! You!! Something like her!!!
"Hey, wait, badass! Let the neighborhood know. Stop!
I'll try to scream this one out, but it didn't beat the energy of high school students very well. I didn't want to feel the decay of my flesh in this way.
"Yuji, Yuji, Yuji... Matsumoto, is that your sister?
"Yes, I'm sorry for being an asshole. If you can, please do it with Yuji. Yuji is tight."
"I don't know what to do, I don't know a lot anymore. Help me, Len."
I'm sorry about Murasaki, but I don't think it's going to do much good to be here.
"Hey Yuji, are you with her?
What came out of the car was a checked skirt on a polo shirt, like chasing a sister who didn't make sense.
"Well, you know what?"
"Heh, no way it's on you. Nice to meet you, I'm Yuji's sister Chihiro. This is my sister Yuuka."
"Regards!
"I'm Mio, the premature maiden. He's always been very helpful."
I smile and bow my head deeply.
He turned on his work switch and defended himself.
"Sister, it's too hot to stand talkin 'to Torima. I'm not going home first."
"Right. You two get in the back. Yusuka, you move to the passenger seat."
"Early Maiden, don't they say you look like the actress Naoko Takase?
"I've been told two or three times."
"I knew it!
"Let's say we get in the car. I'll be there."
Push Yuxia into the car, who keeps talking while doubling the heat.
A little over five minutes if you're driving to your parents' house even though you have a pick up. That short journey is even filled with Yusuka's irrelevant questioning offense.
"Well, what are Yuji's parents like?
Where the full combo of questions was finally interrupted, Mr. Mio asked.
"Oh, we don't have parents. In a car accident when we were kids."
"Huh...?
"Then my grandparents raised me. Well, it was over ten years ago, so don't worry about it."
"... yes"
I thanked Mio sincerely for not saying anything sympathetic.
Mr. Mio is someone I know.
That you're the only one who can understand the wounds of your past. That sympathy by saying "know" cheaply is instead burdensome on the other person.
Well, in this case.
"I'd rather be sympathetic."
"What? Sympathy? What?"
"Mr. Mio, you're in the dirt house, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. A dirt shop."
"He also uses the Kyushu valve, but you know more or less what he's saying, don't you?
"Well, maybe I didn't get it at all"
"He was more concerned about that one. It seals a dialect that doesn't seem to be accessible to mainland people."
"What do you mean?
"From now on, Mio will know the real Kyushu valve."
While doing so, the car goes to an alley in a residential area. A wooden house is my home, just ahead of us.
Turning the last corner, I saw the two old men waiting at the front door.
"Oh, that's my grandparents."
"That's the real thing..."
"Doesn't it look like you have a fake grandparent"
I need you to pull over in front of the house and open the door. The moment you saw Mr. Mio across from me, you two stepped forward. I left three steps ago.
"" Yuji would have brought her - ooh!!!
"Not again!
Where does my mourning wind blow, we're both stuffed by Mr. Mio.
"Hey, Yuji Honakoto, are you a girlfriend? Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. You're my grandson."
".................. Huh?
"If you don't say hello, let's do it! Tokyo Summer is not easy. I want to hear it wide, but I want to catch it and it will be tight. I'm sorry to bother you at the moment. Oh, Yuji and Yuji, I'm going to go back to the pot for lunch."
"What? Huh?
Before Mr. Mio, whose thoughts were completely frozen, I...
"Yes Stoop!!
I cracked it for now and went in.