Japanese big things

After sending Umemoto Tsunayoshi away, Nakamura Masahiro went straight back home. Although he was surprised by the arrival of this business, since it was a matter of making money, there was nothing to hesitate and he just accepted it. After all, money is such a big deal.

No one will dislike it.

For many intellectuals and artists, making money is relatively vulgar. Due to aspects such as face and self-esteem, they may be reserved. But Nakamura Masahiro has long seen through the essence and is too lazy to pretend. He makes money openly and honestly.

Isn’t it good? Why do you have to be so coy!

After returning to the house, Nakamura Masahiro went directly into the study and began to write a plan for Shiba Fune Koide's follow-up advertisement. Although it may not be used, at least you can follow the formal process. If the other party needs something similar, just

You can use it to deal with it.

Well, how should I put it? In this current situation, the other party is the so-called father of Party A, and he should be taken seriously by Masahiro Nakamura. After all, the remuneration the other party has to pay is real money, and it is the uncle who pays.

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As time passed slowly, and I don’t know how long it had passed, a light rain suddenly started falling outside the window. The vision began to become a little blurry, and the rain fell from the sky, like a bead curtain hanging up.
Looking out from the window, I saw many pedestrians standing in front of the shops on the roadside taking shelter from the rain. They were hiding under the eaves one by one to escape the rain. There were also a few warriors who were hurriedly walking, in the rain.

I ran quickly on the street after showering, probably because I wanted to run home as soon as possible before the light rain fell heavily.

There were also some lucky people who brought umbrellas and walked calmly on the road at this time. The open umbrellas were of different colors, like blooming flowers, colorfully spliced ​​together, giving a gradually hazy scene.

The world is painted with bright colors.

Some small pools on the roadside should have accumulated a lot of rainwater. The vehicles passing by at high speed did not hesitate at all, and the high-speed rotating wheels rolled over them. The huge impact caused the small pools to splash with water.
Occasionally, those who are unlucky are hit by the splashing water, which is like being injured by a hidden weapon. The corners of their clothes or trouser legs are directly wet. In this regard, in addition to cursing at the fleeing vehicles, in the end

You can only admit that you are unlucky.

Logically speaking, it is still a hot summer and it shouldn’t be raining so much. Moreover, the sun is still bright in the morning, but it starts to drizzle in the afternoon. Perhaps the influence of the cold air from the north has not faded yet?

Looking out the window in a daze, Nakamura Masahiro felt inexplicably melancholy as he watched the scene in the rain. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. He thought it was an illusion, but the sound that rang again reminded him

He, there is indeed someone outside the door.

Uh, who could it be? It seems like no one will come to the door, right?

After thinking about it in his mind, Nakamura Masahiro imagined many possible candidates, but then quickly rejected them one by one. With no clue, he got up and walked out of the study, passed through the living room, and came to the entrance.<

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Instead of opening the door directly, Nakamura Masahiro first leaned forward slightly, then lowered his head at the peephole, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked out through the door mirror. The tradition of Japanese society is not to open the door to strangers easily, so affected by this

, Nakamura Masahiro also developed the habit of taking a peek first.

I saw a shrunken figure standing outside the door. She was about ten years old and looked very immature. She was small, her wet little head was drooped, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Instead, she had a few towering strands of hair.

Casual and flamboyant, it looks quite eye-catching.

Who is this child?

With curiosity in mind, Nakamura Masahiro straightened his body and reached out to open the door. Coincidentally, the other party just stretched out his small hand and tried to ring the doorbell again. Probably because there was no response, the other party was unwilling to give up easily.
"Eh?"

The suddenly opened door startled her, and she subconsciously moved back. The child took two steps back before standing still. The expression on his face was slightly nervous, and the outstretched little hand froze in the air because of panic.
"Who are you?"

The scene in front of him was inexplicably joyful, and the corners of Nakamura Masahiro's mouth slightly curved upward. Fortunately, his control was pretty good, and he restrained the smile that almost overflowed, but he did not behave impolitely.<

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"Brother Nakamura?"

The voice that spoke sounded familiar to Masahiro Nakamura, and the immature face that appeared as he raised his head immediately revealed his identity. The tension on his face eased a lot, and the little hand that he retracted subconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes. The little girl gave people a kind of

A restrained feeling.

Hamabe Minami? Why is she here? Is there something going on?

After sizing up the little girl in front of him, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help his curiosity and began to make clueless guesses. Because she was Minami's classmate and they went to the fireworks festival together, Nakamura Masahiro was quite impressed by her.

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"Oh, it's Minami, what's the matter?"

A smile appeared on her face, and Nakamura Masahiro greeted her in a friendly manner. Seeing that her hair was wet, her clothes had been soaked in a lot of rain, and she looked like a rather embarrassed drowned rat, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but feel a twinge of joy in his heart.

Feeling compassionate, he took the initiative to invite her into the house and said: "Come inside first, you are soaked by the rain... It won't be good if you catch a cold."

"Brother Nakamura, Aligado."

The expression on her face was somewhat shy, and Hamato Minami's bright eyes were a little dodgey, as if she felt embarrassed. She bowed timidly, looking cautious, and then entered the house obediently.

Nakamura Masahiro closed the door, found a hair dryer from home, and then plugged in the power. He called Hamabe Minami to his side, grabbed her wet hair with his left hand, and his originally dry hands were suddenly wrapped in moisture.

Shaking his head subconsciously, Nakamura Masahiro pressed the hair dryer to the appropriate position with his right hand, then separated Hamabe Minami's hair that was stuck together due to rain, and used the high-temperature dry air sprayed by the hair dryer to drive away the moisture.

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Feeling a big hand gently moving back and forth on her little head, accompanied by the hot wind and waves, Hamabe Minami's heart palpitated. Her heartbeat seemed to have sped up inexplicably, and her whole body felt like a slight electric shock.

An unusually comfortable feeling gradually spread throughout the body.

"Brother Nakamura, is Meihui at home?"

An inexplicable feeling of panic arose spontaneously, and a strange feeling slowly rose in her heart. Hamato Minami secretly glanced at Masahiro Nakamura who was concentrating on blow-drying her hair. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice anything unusual about her, she felt a little relieved.

My eyes began to glance around unconsciously, and I asked a question.

"She went to Tokyo to study with her mother, didn't she tell you?"

After stopping the little girl's slightly moving head, Nakamura Masahiro continued to blow dry her hair. Although it still felt a little moist, the originally wet state began to gradually become dry.

"No, I originally planned to come and play with her. Who knew, but halfway through, it suddenly started to rain."

Hamabe Minami pouted her little lips and explained, her tone also a little aggrieved. She originally went out happily to play with Meihui, but unexpectedly she encountered a rainy accident on the way. She got soaked, and even Meihui went there.

I didn’t even tell her when I got to Tokyo.

"Maybe she forgot. When she settles down in Tokyo, she will definitely call you."

Hearing the hint of complaint in the little girl's tone, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but comfort her. According to his guess, when her mother took Mihui away, that girl Mie must not have thought of calling Hamabe Minami.

It is estimated that she will not think of calling Hamabe Minami until she has settled down in Tokyo. Well, as for how long this time will be, it is unknown. It all depends on when Mihui realizes this problem.<

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"I don't know when she will remember it."

The tone full of resentment filled the air again. Hamabe Minami obviously knew Mie very well. It was not surprising. After all, the two children were in the same class. They had been playing together for a long time, so they must know each other very well.

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After feeling it carefully, Hamato Minami's hair had been blown dry. Nakamura Masahiro took the hair dryer and pointed it at the little girl's clothes, using high-temperature dry air to continue blowing. Fortunately, her clothes were not too wet.

, after blowing for a while, it was almost dry.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the light rain has turned into a heavy rain, like broken beads, falling continuously. The sky is dark, as if it is about to collapse, like

It was covered by a black curtain. It was clearly not yet evening, but it already gave the illusion that night was falling.

"Minami, how are you going to go back later? Do you want to contact your father to pick you up?"

Looking at the big raindrops outside the window, Nakamura Masahiro frowned. It was raining too hard. It would be troublesome for Hamabe Minami to go back. The best way would be to ask her family members to come pick her up.
"Because my brother is sick, my father and mother accompanied him to the hospital. There is no one at home now."

With her little head lowered, Hamato Minami answered timidly and spoke in a low voice. She secretly raised her eyes to look at Masahiro Nakamura and found that he was still staring at the heavy rain outside the window, and his tall figure was somewhat similar to his father.

"Well, let's wait until the rain subsides."

Tilting his head and thinking about it, Nakamura Masahiro had no good solution for a while, so he could only make makeshift arrangements. It was raining so heavily, and Hamabe Minami's parents were not at home, so even if he sent her back, it seemed a little awkward.

OK.