The last time Nanaya returned to Shimane Prefecture, he brought a large group of people with him for a tour.
So Nanaya and his friends came by the Shinkansen.
This time, there were only Nanaya and Shimoya Sakura.
Therefore, in order to make the trip more flexible, Nanaya simply drove directly to Shimane Prefecture.
Because the Sera sisters also returned to Ryutani's home to celebrate the New Year, Nanaya asked a driver from Washimine to help drive this time.
As a driver of Washimine Group, the other party's driving skills are quite good.
Nothing unexpected happened during the entire journey, and Nanaya and Sakura enjoyed a very pleasant time together.
After driving for about half a day, the car arrived at the street where Sakura lived.
Although Matsue City is the seat of Shimane Prefecture, it is theoretically the central city of Shimane Prefecture.
But in fact, as the county with the smallest population in Japan, Matsue City is not a prosperous city at all.
In addition, it was close to the New Year, and the streets were very quiet, with very few pedestrians.
Because the alley in front of Shimoya Sakura's house was quite narrow, Nanaya simply asked the driver to stop at the intersection, and he and Sakura walked directly to the door of Shimoya's house.
Sakura's home is a very ordinary two-story single-family house, with a layout similar to Nobita Nobi's home in Fat Blue.
However, Nanaya estimated that the lower house should be smaller.
"Have you ever thought about changing it?" Nanaya asked curiously.
Putting aside his relationships, Sakura is now considered a very popular star in Japan.
With a woman's current income, she can buy a better house at any time.
Sakura said a little embarrassedly: "It was mentioned, but mom and dad thought it would be better for me to have it myself."
"Just like my home..." Nanaya sighed.
"Could it be that this is the tradition of parents in Matsue Township?"
As soon as Nanaya finished speaking, Sakura flicked her finger.
"This is the love that parents give to their children." Sakura said angrily.
"Come in."
Nanaya shrugged, holding Sakura's hand and walking to the gate.
"Dad! Mom! I'm back!"
Accompanied by joyful shouts, the two soon met Shimoya Sakura's parents.
Sakura took off her shoes and gave her parents a warm hug.
Mr. Shimoya's face was full of happy smiles, and he hugged his daughter tightly.
"Sakura, you're back!"
The other person was a middle-aged man who was a bit fat and his appearance was only average.
This was not the first time Nanaya had seen each other, but every time he saw Nanaya he would feel confused.
How did the other party give birth to a beautiful daughter like Shimoya Sakura?
If there is any similarity between Sakura and his father, it is probably the straight nose and fair skin.
But when he thought about the beautiful lady in the lower room, Nanaya suddenly realized it.
It turns out that if a man wants to improve the genes of his offspring, he has to marry a beautiful wife.
Nanaya had heard from his mother that the lady from the lower house was a famous beauty in the area.
As for why she married Mr. Shimoya, Nanaya didn't know.
Anyway, Nanaya thinks it's a good idea. If the Shimoya couple doesn't get married, how can he have the Sakura he likes?
Nanaya took the initiative to extend his hand to the gentleman downstairs.
"Hello...Uncle."
After thinking about it for a while, Nanaya decided to use the name he used back then.
"Oh! Kiryu-kun! Thank you for always taking care of Sakura!"
Mr. Shimoya was also very enthusiastic. The two men shook hands and Mrs. Shimoya bowed to them.
Over the years, Nanaya's help and care for his daughter has been obvious to all.
Without Nanaya, Sakura would never have achieved what she has now.
Of course, it would be even better if this man could marry Sakura.
But this idea is just a thought, and I have never dared to hope for it.
Japan is a country with very serious class differences, and it is very important that the status of both parties in a marriage is equal.
Although there are exceptions, very few marriages like that can last.
Because both husband and wife will be under tremendous pressure.
After all, there are only a few people who can completely ignore the opinions of others.
Of course, if a mistress takes over, or a wealthy woman keeps a gigolo, that's another story.
It's just that kind of person is shameless by nature and doesn't care what other people say.
So given Nanaya's current status, Sakura has no qualifications at all to marry him.
But Sakura doesn't care.
Being able to be with Nanaya is the greatest happiness for Sakura.
I basically don't think about other things anymore.
Sakura was very excited when she got home. She asked Nanaya to sit down in the living room.
I was busy with my mother preparing lunch.
But this way, only Nanaya and Mr. Shimoya were left in the living room.
Perhaps because he was afraid that Nanaya would be bored, Mr. Shimoya took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Kiryu-kun, thank you so much for Sakura."
As he said this, Mr. Shimoya smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits.
After all, this is his most proud daughter.
"To be honest, when Sakura was little, I never thought she would become an actress. I certainly never thought she would star in a Hollywood-level movie."
Mr. Shimoya said this with a slight breath, as if he still couldn't believe it was true.
In the eyes of the Japanese, America's Hollywood is unattainable.
The reason why Ken Watanabe is so influential in Japan is that he is one of the few male actors who has established a firm foothold in Hollywood.
Of course, this is the same all over the world.
But it is also because of this that when Nanaya really puts the entire Hollywood under his feet, it seems so incredible.
Mr. Shimoya still remembers what his daughter looked like when she first started dating Nanaya in high school.
At that time, when Sakura said that her boyfriend would become a world-famous director, he directly said that if he wanted to talk in his sleep, he should just go to sleep.
But I didn't expect that what my daughter said would actually come true.
If he really knew that Nanaya would be so awesome in the future, Mr. Shimoya said that he would definitely let his daughter marry Nanaya when she graduated from high school.
"Nothing. When I was in school, it was Sakura who always took care of me. Her business is my business."
Nanaya answered calmly, but his tone was full of strong affirmation.
"Yeah, yeah. Sakura is already very good now."
Mr. Shimoya looked at the clock on the wall and spoke hesitantly.
"It's just... In the future, Sakura will always get married. At that time... it won't be right. Kiryu-kun, you will also take care of Sakura's affairs in the future, right?"
Mr. Shimoya said contradictory things, with a hint of pleading in his eyes as he looked at Nanaya.
Nanaya keenly sensed that Mr. Shimoya was testing something.
This is normal, Sakura is already in her thirties.
Men become more popular as they get older, but women don't.
Sakura likes Nanaya and devotes her whole heart to him.
Mr. Shimoya was helpless about his daughter's stubbornness and had no idea what to do.
After all, he only has this one daughter.
So he could only use roundabout ways to probe Nanaya's thoughts.
Nanaya understood Mr. Shimoya's thoughts. After all, they had known each other for quite some time.
The Shimoya family was never a wealthy family, but just a very ordinary Japanese rural family.
The reason they moved out from the countryside was not because the family had become rich, but because Mr. Shimoya needed it for his work.
In fact, from the past few years of getting along with each other, Nanaya knew that Mr. Shimoya's thinking was quite conservative.
He maintains a relatively pessimistic attitude towards the uncertainty of the future.
"Uncle."
Nanaya's eyes met Mr. Afternoon's gaze: "I can assure you that I will definitely not let Sakura down."
Having said that, Nanaya lowered his head slightly and solemnly assured Mr. Shimoya.
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In the kitchen, the lady from the lower house was busy with her daughter.
"You can actually rest in the living room."
Mrs. Shimoya said to Sakura.
"It's okay. It's a rare opportunity to cook for Nanaya."
Sakura cut the vegetables expertly and turned on the stove.
While the pot was heating, Sakura even hummed a little tune, which was quite cute like a young girl.
Looking at her daughter's appearance, the lady in the lower room chuckled.
"Sakura, you finally got what you wanted."
"Mom! What are you talking about!"
Sakura's face turned red all of a sudden, and she shyly patted her mother's apron.
"I don't know who it is. She went straight to Beijing to see her boyfriend. Your father and I couldn't persuade her to stop."
The lady in the lower room rolled her eyes.
When her daughter went to Beijing, she was totally against it, but she just couldn't persuade her daughter.
When Sakura first came to Beijing, Mrs. Shimoya thought her daughter would see her unknown ex-boyfriend and be disappointed in him.
But when Nanaya became famous, Mrs. Shimoya thought that her daughter would come back in disgrace.
After all, it is normal for a man to dump his wife after he becomes rich.
What's more, Nanaya and Sakura had already broken up at that time.
But reality often exceeds people's expectations, and the final result made Mrs. Shimoya drop her jaw in shock.
"So, Sakura," Mrs. Shimoya asked tentatively, "what are your ideas for the future?"
"Nothing." Sakura shook her head, "As long as Nanaya and I are together, that's enough."
The lady in the lower room opened her mouth, and she was about to say something.
But in the end, Mrs. Shimoya just gently stroked Sakura's hair.
"As long as you feel happy, let's make lunch first."
"Yes, of course. This is lunch for Nanaya."
Sakura nodded vigorously while shaking the pot in her hands vigorously.
"That's right."
The lady in the lower room seemed to have thought of something. She nudged her daughter with her elbow and asked in a low voice.
"Sakura, you have to pay attention to the date. You're a big star now, and it's easy to lose your figure if you get pregnant."
"Mom, you're going to die~"
Sakura blushed so much that she was about to cry.
The lady in the lower room said indifferently: "You little girl, your mother is passing on the secret of life to you... Hey! Don't do it!"
For a moment, the sound of mother and daughter fighting could be heard from the kitchen.