My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television!

Chapter 102: Nohara Ginnosuke's Plans! Going to Tokyo to Look for His Youngest Son!

However, when the center of the storms was accumulating power sufficient to subvert eras inside that steel forest of Tokyo, the source of the storms, that distant land having nurtured all of this, yet still was tranquil exactly as if even time stagnated for it.

Akita Prefecture, Omagari City.

Here lacked the sleepless neon lights of Ginza, lacked the surging crowds of Shibuya, only possessing boundless emerald green rice paddies, underneath the blazing sunlight of July, exactly like massive emerald carpets spread open by deities, rolling continuously towards the distant horizon.

Inside that Japanese-style old mansion full of traces of years of the Nohara family, the air permeated with a unique clear fragrance mixing tatamis and soil.

"Preposterous! Truly preposterous!"

A roar full of ample breath, yet also carrying several fractions of childish annoyance, sliced apart the tranquility of the afternoon.

Nohara Ginnosuke, this patriarch of the Nohara family, at this moment exactly like an enraged mountain god, angrily sitting cross-legged upon the tatami.

Upon that weather-beaten face of his, two thick eyebrows exactly identical to his youngest son, at this moment exactly twisting into an angry "川" character, those pair of tiny eyes always sparkling with sly light, at this moment yet staring fixedly at that old Sharp television before him, inside the gaze full of complex emotions.

Possessing pride, possessing gratification, but even more, is a kind of old father-style jealousy, of being ruthlessly slapped upon the beach by exactly his own rear waves.

Upon the television screen, exactly broadcasting an in-depth interview program of "Tokyo Film and Television Drama Press".Inside the screen, that young man wearing decent clothing, facing the camera speaking with fervor and assurance, the entire body radiating a kind of dazzling light named "Elite", who else could it be if not his youngest son Nohara Hiroshi having left home going to Tokyo to adventure?

"You look! You look at this unfilial son!"

Nohara Ginnosuke pinching his waist, utilizing a tone exactly as if accusing a heartless man, complaining towards his wife, Nohara Tsuru, currently slowly putting away the tea set beside his body: "Our Nohara family, generations of ancestors are all down-to-earth, farmers facing the yellow earth turning backs toward the sky! How come exactly produced such an, unfilial son running to engage in TV movies whatsoever?!"

"Only half a year since university graduation! Half a year ah! Exactly managing the entire Neon country all knowing him! Also not knowing to return home taking a look! His eyes still don't possess me this old dad?!"

He saying so, subconsciously puffed up his chest, that portion of pride belonging to an old father, ultimately exactly still failed to be hidden, from beside those puffed-up cheeks of his, quietly, leaking out.

"Hehehe..."

Nohara Tsuru, this woman utilizing the gentleness and patience of an entire lifetime, tolerating all the unreliability of exactly her own husband, at this moment merely covering her mouth, emitting gentle laughter exactly like clear springs.

Inside those pair of eyes of hers already engraved with fine wrinkles by years long ago, yet identically clear and bright, brimming with doting and helplessness.

"I say the father of the child, this spiel of yours exactly lacks reasoning." She utilized a clean cotton cloth wiping those washed teacups clean one by one, that motion, neither hurried nor slow, full of the Zen of life: "That child Hiroshi, isn't it every single week unshakably, giving us telephone calls reporting safety right? Last month, didn't he exactly specially from a Tokyo bank, remit back one million Yen for us, saying letting you not frequently go work in the fields, buy some good wine to drink, also letting me add several pieces of new clothes."

Saying so corners of Nohara Tsuru's eyes all smiled exactly like crescent moons: "Could this exactly still not be enough right?"

"Not enough! Of course not enough!"

Nohara Ginnosuke's eyebrows twisted even tighter, he pouting, that mold, like a child having failed to request candies to eat: "What's money considered as? Am I Nohara Ginnosuke a person lacking money? What I want is exactly his person! Is this stinky brat, personally returning, kneeling before me, kowtowing admitting mistakes toward me this old man!"

He saying so, those pair of restless tiny eyes, commenced lecherously anew, scanning back and forth, upon that figure although having surpassed fifty years old, yet identically still possessing lingering charms of exactly his own wife.

"However speaking of returning, Tsuru ah." His voice abruptly lowered, full of the mysteriousness of a dirty old man: "Our Nohara family's genes, isn't it even better than what I imagined? You look at that kid Hiroshi, looking decent enough, his brain exactly also easy to use. I'd say... shouldn't we exactly also respond to the call of the nation a bit, in order to prevent low birth rates, working hard anew, for the Nohara family's spreading of branches and leaves?"

"You this... old shameless thing!"

That face of Nohara Tsuru always carrying gentle smiles, instantly flashed completely red, she picked up that bamboo broom used to sweep the courtyard from the corner of the wall, posturing exactly preparing to swing towards that already "Mediterranean" head of exactly her own husband.

"Aiyo! Just joking! Just precisely making a joke嘛!"

Nohara Ginnosuke frightened to a shudder, hurriedly using both hands and feet dodging backwards, that comical mold, where exactly still possesses half a fraction of a patriarch's majesty.

Nohara Tsuru looking at this appearance of his, that broom raised high, ultimately exactly still failed to fall down.

She merely helplessly shook her head, deep within the bottom of her eyes, yet was a patch of gentleness incapable of being melted no matter what.

She knew, this old man of exactly her own family, words spoken however ugly upon the mouth, inside the heart, wondering how proud exactly he was for that son far away in Tokyo indeed.

'Swoosh——'

Right at this time, that slightly old wooden sliding door at the entryway, was pushed open from the outside.

"I've returned."

A composed and also heavy voice transmitted over.

Subsequently, a silhouette against the light, walked inside.

That is a young man looking roughly twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, facial features and silhouette possessing seven or eight fractions of resemblance with that handsome young man upon the television, but the stature yet exactly more burly and robust, that skin exposed underneath sunlight year-round, presenting out a kind of healthy wheat color, upon a pair of large hands covered full with thick calluses left behind by diligent labor, the entire person radiating a kind of exactly like Akita Prefecture's expansive land, plain and also reliable aura.

He is exactly the eldest son of the Nohara family, the biological elder brother older than Nohara Hiroshi by five years—— Nohara Semashi.

"Oh, is Semashi returned ah."

Inside the living room that atmosphere originally full of playing about and warmth, at the moment he appeared, actually inexplicably, added a trace of awkwardness belonging to elders.

Nohara Ginnosuke instantly put away that hippie smiling face mold, putting up anew that shelf belonging to a patriarch, clearing his throat, utilizing a kind of indifferent tone "En" sounding once.

Nohara Tsuru also put down the broom inside her hands, upon the face hanging up anew that gentle smile, rapidly welcoming upwards.

"Semashi, today exactly also worked hard. Quickly, take off shoes, come inside rest a bit."

Nohara Semashi honestly smiled, following words taking off those pair of agricultural rubber shoes stained full with mud at the entryway.

"If it was that kid Hiroshi, I exactly wouldn't dare let him take off shoes indeed." Nohara Tsuru while passing clean slippers to him, while utilizing a kind of half-joking tone saying, inside those words, yet revealing a gust of heartaches towards the youngest son.

"Hiroshi exactly loved sports since young, no choice matters."

Nohara Semashi scratched his own buzz cut shaved extremely short, upon that dark face, revealing a simple and honest smile: "He exactly likes wearing clean sneakers, running about upon the courts. As for me, exactly like barefooted, stepping upon that soft and loose mud inside the fields, feeling grounded."

This spiel, plain and unadorned, yet exactly also spoke out the entirely different life trajectories of the two brothers.

One, chose gazing up at the starry skies.

One, then chose down-to-earth.

"Hmph, you exactly feel being grounded possesses what use? Capable of not even finding a wife!"

Right at this time, that dissatisfied voice of Nohara Ginnosuke rang out anew.

He furrowing his brows, those pair of sharp tiny eyes, like two unsheathed short knives, ruthlessly piercing towards his own eldest son.

"You look at yourself! A person almost thirty years old! Older than your younger brother by a full five years! Others Hiroshi, in Tokyo, even found a girlfriend, supposedly exactly still a beautiful girl hailing from Kumamoto Prefecture, celebrating New Years exactly going to bring back showing us! And you? You this acting as the big brother, exactly still a bachelor until now! You letting my old face, to where place it?!"

This spiel let that dark face of Nohara Semashi instantly flash entirely red.

He somewhat constrainedly rubbing those pair of large hands covered full with thick calluses, inside his voice full of helplessness.

"Dad... this... this exactly also can't blame me ah." He softly argued saying: "I exactly also want to look ah, but... but right now the little girls inside the village, eyes all growing upon the sky. They all exactly like going to Tokyo, Osaka those kinds of massive cities, exactly like those office workers wearing suits, working inside office buildings. The kind like me, staying inside Omagari City for a lifetime, guarding decades of Mu (Acre equivalent) of lands crop farmers, they... they disdain me being rustic."

This spiel exactly like a needle accurately piercing hitting that heart full of rural self-esteem of Nohara Ginnosuke.

Also spoke out this era, that unstoppable urbanization torrent, the cruellest impacts brought towards these country folks solidly holding onto traditions like them.

Although farming lands now exactly inside Neon possessing the Agricultural Cooperative exactly isn't impoverished.

But exactly truly isn't as decent as those office workers.

"Preposterous!"

Nohara Ginnosuke violently slapped his thigh, inside those pair of tiny eyes, spraying out flames of anger: "What's wrong with us farmers? If lacking us farmers bitterly and laboriously farming lands, those city people, eat what? Drink what? One by one, things forgetting roots!"

He paced back and forth out of anger, ultimately, yet exactly also powerlessly dejectedly stopped down.

He knew, this tide of the era, isn't something he an old geezer, capable of exactly relying upon a few sentences of complaints, exactly capable of stopping.

The facts exactly are like this.

Nohara Ginnosuke looking at this eldest son of his honest and well-behaved, yet exactly also somewhat incapable of speaking, that heart belonging to an old father, exactly anxious and exactly angry.

"No! Cannot continue continuing like this!"

Nohara Ginnosuke walked before Nohara Semashi, utilizing an unquestionable tone saying: "You exactly also go to Tokyo! Go look for your younger brother! Let him exactly introduce several city girls for you! If exactly truly incapable... then... then exactly go to custom stores finding a woman first, get used to getting used to! Experience experience!"

"You this old exactly inappropriate! Speaking crazy nonsense again whatsoever?!"

Even before that "Tiger Father Proverb" full of tiger and wolf words of Nohara Ginnosuke finished speaking, an iron fist full of anger, belonging to a housewife, then bringing wind sounds, heavily exactly smashed upon the back of his head!

"Aiyo!"

Nohara Ginnosuke emitted a wretched miserable scream, hugging his head, instantly exactly squatted down.

Nohara Semashi looking at this familiar scene before his eyes, upon that dark face, exposed a smear of dumbfounded helplessness. He facing exactly his own mother, exposed a gaze of begging for mercy, then, exactly exactly like greasing the soles of shoes, slipping inside the kitchen.

"Mom, I'll go exactly bring out dinner."

...

When the steaming hot dinner, was exactly placed upon the short table one by one, the atmosphere inside the living room, finally recovered several fractions of tranquility.

Nohara Ginnosuke was currently written full of gloomy resentment upon his face, rubbing that back of the head of his still faintly aching, mouth continuously mumbling: "I exactly merely exactly just saying saying only... exactly also wouldn't dare exactly truly let him go... Tsuru you exactly also exactly truly am, exactly striking also too heavily..."

"You exactly still speaking!"

Nohara Tsuru retracted that iron fist ready to strike anew at any time, glaring fiercely at him: "Don't exactly completely teach bad our family's Semashi! He exactly isn't like that youngest son of yours muddling about inside the dazzling world of Tokyo, he is honest!"

This spiel, let Nohara Semashi at the side currently silently exactly picking rice grains, that dark face, exactly reddened several fractions again.

The dinner was extremely simple, exactly also extremely home-cooked.

Miso soup radiating dense sauce aromas, mixed with the fragrant sticky rice of red beans, several tiny fishes fried to golden crispiness, a saucer of pan-fried tofu coldly tossed using soy sauce and chopped scallions, and... that bowl forever solely belonging to Nohara Semashi, acting as an agricultural practitioner's physical strength supplement, piled exactly like a tiny mountain, pork bone meats intertwining fat and lean.

The entire family surrounding the short table, quietly eating meals.

Outside the window, exactly the twilight gradually sinking, and the croaking of frogs rising one after another inside the fields.

"I say..."

Right within this piece of tranquility, that Nohara Ginnosuke who was exactly still drooping his head dejectedly just now, yet exactly suddenly exactly like having thought of what brilliant idea, violently slapping the table, inside those pair of tiny eyes, sparkling radiant lights of excitement anew.

"Us... go to Tokyo right!" He suddenly said.

"En?"

Nohara Tsuru and Nohara Semashi simultaneously raised their heads, both throwing gazes towards him.

"Go to Tokyo! Go look for exactly that stinky brat Hiroshi!"

Nohara Ginnosuke exactly the more speaking the more excited, upon that old face, brimming with a kind of childish exactly excitement: "Our family, exactly haven't exactly gone out traveling together for a long time! Just right, exactly taking this chance, exactly go look exactly how that kid Hiroshi exactly muddles about inside Tokyo! Also let him, exactly bring us to go broaden horizons broadening horizons, that legendary, Tokyo Tower!"

"This... this exactly would it be too troublesome for Hiroshi right?" Upon Nohara Tsuru's face, floated up a trace of worry: "He currently exactly is exactly at the rising period of his career, definitely extremely busy. We exactly this recklessly going over, ten thousand to one... exactly disturbing him then what exactly do?"

"Troublesome what?!"

Nohara Ginnosuke widening his eyes, that majesty of a patriarch exactly went online anew: "I exactly am his old man! You exactly are his old lady! His elder brother exactly is his biological elder brother! We exactly go look at him, perfectly justified! He dares say a single 'No' character, exactly look exactly if I returning to Akita entirely breaking his legs!"

He saying so, exactly as if already seeing exactly himself, exactly standing upon that prosperous Ginza streets, facing exactly the beautiful girls coming and going, exactly directing exactly the heroic postures of the rivers and mountains.

Upon that old face, actually uncontrollably, floated up anew a smear of, wretched and also exactly expecting, lecherous smile.

He even exactly additionally suppressed his voice, utilizing a kind of exactly volume only he himself capable of hearing, softly precisely mumbling: "Hehehe... heard, Tokyo's younger sisters, exactly that precisely truly is... exactly watery and pretty ah..."

'Smack!'

Even before that exactly full of pink fantasy mumbled words of his finished speaking, exactly a silhouette had exactly already arrived exactly behind his back, exactly utilizing fists commencing exactly forcefully exactly ravaging exactly that head of his.

"Sigh." Nohara Semashi helplessly exactly lowered his head burying his head exactly bitterly eating, exactly pretending exactly perfectly saw nothing.

While beside his ears, exactly rang out anew exactly that familiar exactly belonging to his own old man, exactly full of exactly pain and remorse, exactly wretched miserable screams.

"Aiyo! Tsuru! I exactly was wrong! I exactly truly was wrong! I exactly absolutely wouldn't dare anew!!"

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