Mr. Mio is from Kanagawa. Then naturally, you must have grown up familiar with the high sophisticated standard language and Tokyo language. I don't care what the dialect is. It would be as far as the Mitsugawa Valve.
This one, on the other hand, is a Yashima people rooted at the end of the west. There are limited ways in which such a facial child can communicate.
"Oleyuuuji. Itoshimanotami"
"What, why catacotto?
"Jijiitoshimanotami"
"Babakaratsunotami. Konokoizkonotami?
"Miosan Sagamino Tami. Mathiumare Mathisodachi. Likai?
"Likai Likai"
"Likai Likai"
"What, eh?"
The confused Mr. Mio approximated, Jijibaba and my three nodded face-to-face.
"You've come a long way, young lady. Yuji always takes care of me."
"You must be tired from a long journey. Please take your time."
"Japanese!?
"Mio, that was in Japanese."
For once, I would add in my heart.
"Oh, shit, very rude...... Um, can you use the standard language, too?
"I was in Tokyo in elementary school. Grandpa..."
"Hey, I'm willing to let your daughter stand in flames longer than that. I'll unload the trunk and get you some barley tea."
"Oh, yes, yes."
"What, oh, not to mention...?
As Grandpa urged me, I creep through the front door of my parents' house with Mio.
Going up the stone soil, the cooler's soaked cold air, which seems to be set at twenty-eight degrees as usual, welcomed me. In the wooden hallway as soon as you get up, you can see traces of using scratch-covered crayons all over the place.
The hallway, though, is a small house. I poke at him without going three meters, and when I enter the room on my right hand side, I'm comfortable with the smell of a slightly feverish tatami. You can't serve it with more urethane these days, that's the real grass.
"That's no different..."
Galactic glass that you would be using since the days of Showa, a slightly yellowish satyr patterned fuma, and a mosquito stain with a chicken pattern. Even the graffiti I used to make when Yusuka and I were little is still there.
Only the TV also feels a little floating because I switched it for the 2011 Land Digital Compatibility.
None of this is much different from the high school I was in.
"Exactly the Japanese house, right? You might be relieved to just be there."
"That's more than anything."
"... I was surprised that both the real Kyushu valve and all of a sudden it became standard language. I thought Matsumoto had fixed his words in Tokyo."
I'm really sorry about that.
"Just a little over a year doesn't mean standard language is perky either. I remember going through those two first."
"On the street...... I was wondering why it was so different from the dirt shop, but you know what?"
I didn't intentionally fix Tsuchiya because he thought dialect boys were hotter, but I'm not saying that's a flower.
"Well, relax. As you can see, it's a Borough family, but the words make sense."
For once, and in my heart, I add again.
"I can communicate, it's very important"
"You realize that humans are living creatures in society."
"Let's not go to a country that doesn't speak Japanese and English for a while..."
Either way, now I can finally calm down.
I don't think so. Because this is my home. I know more about restlessness than anyone else.
"Ah, Mr. Mio. I don't think you should cut your work mode yet."
"Huh? Work mode?
Fusuma opens when Mr. Mio grates his baggage while lifting his neck. When Grandma came in put the barley tea on a shabby table, she put the pot and stuff that had been left out in the basin instead.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, because I'm a little bit over-the-table. I'm sorry, Yuji won't tell you anything, so I haven't cleaned a lot."
"Oh, no, this is the one who suddenly popped off."
"Why doesn't Yuji say something so important?! It's always been sudden to do anything."
"What the hell..."
"Hey, Granny!
Grandpa got in with his phone in his ear to block my words.
"What's up, Grandpa"
"Chihiro made me go shopping. Call me. Bream is a good thing."
"Oh. Beef, then! Six servings for frosted sukiyaki!
"Hello Chihiro, just change to sukiyaki! From meat to chrysanthemum to tofu, buy the finest yatsuba!... Hirosaka! I always said I shouldn't scream at the phone!
Maybe Yusuka's voice in response to the sukiyaki hit Grandpa's eardrum directly.
"Oh, Grandpa, and, uh, get me that one, too."
"Chihiro, you can't even add cake! Michi and the one with the pile of fruit from this shop, let it be."
"Oh, auntie, if it's cake, I'll take this one for a souvenir."
I look at the box Mio gave me, and my grandmother hands together with a "well" face.
"It's not Tenjin's famous shop. I got you this cool stuff. Oh, my God."
"I hope it fits your mouth..."
"Yuji, what bad things are you doing in Tokyo to bring such a lady!
"I'm gonna live."
"Hello Chihiro! I don't want a cake. I don't want another cake! I don't know why I should even let Hiroshi choose!
If you let Yuxia choose, a large amount of black famous peaks and named ice cream will be brought in.
It's getting chaotic.
"Yes, Maiden, can I have a drink? If I knew you were here, I would have kept a lot of things..."
"Thank you. But I'm the best at this barley tea."
"Ha ha, long and healthy life!!
Even if I bring him in suddenly, it's at this rate. If I had said so beforehand, there must have been roast beef for making big sea bream and squid live, and domestic and international branded liquors prepared sloppily. It's too much for anything.
"I dared to lay low thinking it would be a big deal if I told you..."
Incredibly, it's only been five minutes since we arrived. I sighed in the living room of my parents, who began to show off their smashing brawl nonetheless.
"Tell me first or not, does it make any difference to be tired,"
"You have a busy family."
"Yeah, well."
Beyond Mr. Mio, who smiles at once, Grandpa and Grandma are thrilled to take or not take sushi.
"Welcome to my Matsumoto family, Mio"