Japanese big things

"Nakamura-san, what are you looking at?"

Nakamura Masahiro stopped and watched Hashimoto Nanami's figure gradually walk away. Suddenly, Arimura Kasumi's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which brought him back to his senses.

"Uh, it's nothing. I just met a friend..."

Nakamura Masahiro didn't want to talk more. He said briefly with a calm face, and then naturally changed the topic of conversation.

"Arimura-san, are you feeling better?"

"Much better, maybe I'm allergic to something I ate..."

Kasumi Arimura didn't think much about it, her attention was directly diverted by Masahiro Nakamura. She stretched out her hand to rub her lower abdomen slightly, and she responded to Masahiro Nakamura with a bitter look on her face.

"I don't know the details. I just feel very uncomfortable in my stomach."

Apparently, Arimura Kasumi didn't know the specific cause of her stomach discomfort. She could only attribute it to allergic symptoms caused by what she had just eaten.

For ordinary people, they do not have profound medical knowledge and diagnostic methods. When making self-judgments, they can only rely on experience and guesswork.

"Then, do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Noticing that Arimura Kasumi looked rather haggard, Nakamura Masahiro was very concerned and took the initiative to offer suggestions.

"It shouldn't be necessary..."

Arimura Kasumi hesitated with a hesitant look on her face. Her feelings were not very strong, and she was a little undecided for a while.

"It doesn't feel like it's a big problem. I should just rest more and be fine."

"Listen to me, let's go to the hospital for a check-up, so that we can feel more at ease."

Although Yumura Kasumi's uncomfortable symptoms should be just a minor problem, just in case, Nakamura Masahiro thought it would be better to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Many times, some relatively serious illnesses are actually caused by negligence and lack of attention, and they gradually become big problems from minor problems.

"Then, our prayers..."

Looking at Sensoji Temple with a look of reluctance, Arimura Kasumi was caught in a dilemma: she agreed with the decision to go to the hospital, but she didn't want to give up the prayer activities at Sensoji Temple.

"Come back after the inspection is completed..."

Anyway, Nakamura Masahiro didn't have anything to deal with, so he didn't mind spending more time with Arimura Kasumi.

"Maybe there won't be so many people by then..."

"Nakamura-san, do you think Sensoji Temple will not close?"

Amused by Nakamura Masahiro's words, Arimura Kasumi covered her mouth and explained: "The business hours of Sensoji Temple are from 6 am to 5 pm. Due to New Year's Eve, it will not be open until late at night."

"Well...."

Nakamura Masahiro was speechless. He had forgotten that Japanese temples have owners, and this owner is not a god or a national management unit like the Buddha, but an heir who presides over the temple.

Different from the national conditions on the other side, most temples in Japan are privately owned, adopt a religious legal person system, and are for-profit.

In addition to the temples themselves, many abbots also own land such as farmland and cemeteries, making them veritable big landowners.

In terms of income, in addition to the incense money from daily pilgrims and the money from selling and managing cemeteries, they will also preside over various rituals and run B&Bs to make money.

In the memory fragments of Masahiro Nakamura, there seems to be news reports that a temple in Japan also provides blind date services, and the fees are not cheap at all.

Since there is no inheritance tax for temple inheritance in Japan, the abbots of the family inheritance are all rich people with rich assets.

I vaguely remember that Yamashita Tomohisa and Ishihara Satomi also filmed a TV series about monks, but it was still essentially an idol drama.

"Forget it, let's go to the hospital..."

After some weighing, between checking up and praying for blessings, Arimura Kasumi's inner preference was toward going to the hospital for a checkup.

Obviously, although praying for blessings on New Year's Eve is very meaningful, for Kasumi Arimura, Masahiro Nakamura's concern is undoubtedly more important.

"If you pray for blessings, please come again if you have the opportunity..."

So, the two left the crowded Sensoji Temple, inquired about the location of the hospital, and went directly to the nearby Sensoji Hospital.

The examination went very smoothly, and Kasumi Arimura was fine. It was probably because she didn't have a good rest, and the weather was relatively low, so she had a slight cold.

"The weather is getting cold now. Pay more attention to yourself. You won't even know you have a cold..."

After coming out of the hospital, Nakamura Masahiro and Arimura Kasumi walked slowly on the street under the night sky. He took the girl's diagnosis report and gave instructions in a slightly reproachful tone.

"After I go back, take the medicine and have a good sleep, and I should be fine."

"Well, I understand..."

Arimura Kasumi pursed her lips and nodded slightly, with a very cute smile on her face.

The night has darkened, and the bright neon lights have lost their vitality, returning to their original calm, hidden in the dark environment.

The noisy noise disappeared, and the bustling crowd seemed to be just an illusion, leaving the scene in front of me looking cold.

A few sparse figures were walking on the street, chatting, or walking in a hurry, all looking like they were walking in a hurry.

When we returned to Minato District from Taito District, where Sensoji Temple is located, the sky was already turning a little white, and it seemed that dawn was not far away.

After sending Arimura Kasumi back to her residence, Nakamura Masahiro rushed back to the apartment building to rest: in fact, he had already been a little sleepy, but he just kept holding on.

On the first day of the new year in 2012, Masahiro Nakamura hardly got out of bed. He slept for almost the whole day in a daze.

When he was completely awake, it was already the afternoon of the next day. After a brief wash, Nakamura Masahiro went out leisurely.

For the older generation, the Chinese New Year is a day for family reunion, and this festival has extraordinary special significance.

But with the development of the times, interpersonal relationships have become indifferent. The next generation of young people no longer value the New Year so much, and everyone regards it more as an opportunity to take a vacation.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Of course, for Masahiro Nakamura, part of the reason may be that the Japanese New Year falls on January 1 of the Gregorian calendar, which is New Year's Day which has no sense of existence.

The bustling streets that used to be bustling have become a little deserted, and the bustling traffic has also become slightly sparse.

But after all, it is the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, and there are still many pedestrians coming and going, so the impact of the festival is obviously limited.

"Trouble, a piece of bread, a piece of milk..."

When he came to a nearby convenience store, Nakamura Masahiro put forward his needs, and the clerk quickly placed bread and milk in front of him.

He paid the bill quickly, took a big bite of the bread in his left hand, and then brought the milk in his right hand to his mouth and took a sip. Nakamura Masahiro left the convenience store happily.

Although he has cooking skills, when living alone, Nakamura Masahiro is still used to going out or eating takeout.

After all, maybe what he cooked would be more hygienic and healthy, but he was really too lazy to spend half an hour before and after cooking.

After wandering around for a while, Nakamura Masahiro felt increasingly bored. Just when he was about to go back to sleep, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Moses Moses, I am Masahiro Nakamura...."

"Onii-chan, Happy New Year, it's me..."

A delicate voice came from the other side of the phone, with that familiar accent. As soon as Nakamura Masahiro heard it, he knew it was that little girl Mihui.

"Meihui, Happy New Year."

"Onii-chan, the New Year is over..."

Meihui's tone was slightly dissatisfied, and she said in a longer tone: "This is the second day..."

"The New Year is not just yesterday..."

Although Nakamura Masahiro's words make sense, in the little girl's heart, she obviously doesn't agree with it.

Just listening to the whirring sound coming from the phone, Nakamura Masahiro knew that Meihui must still be a little angry.

"But, Onii-chan, if you do this, you are very insincere."

"Then what do you think I should do to be sincere?"

Nakamura Masahiro became interested, and while his eyebrows stretched, a deep teasing look appeared on his face.

"Well..."

The little girl was caught in a tangle for a while. Although he couldn't see her appearance, Nakamura Masahiro could imagine Mihui looking embarrassed.

"How about you pick me up and go out to play?"

"Pick you up to go out to play?"

Stunned by the little girl's words, Nakamura Masahiro paused for two seconds and asked: "Can't you go out and play by yourself?"

"Ocasan has been taking me to visit the elders for the past two days and won't let me go out by myself at all..."

With a tone full of grievances, the little girl Meihui told Nakamura Masahiro her daily life during this period.

Since years ago, she has been taken by her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, to visit relatives and elders of the Fukuda family. She must abide by the complicated etiquette and rules every day. If she behaves slightly casually or rudely, she will be scolded by her mother.

Not to mention wanting to go out to play, even going out alone was not allowed by my mother Mizuki Fukuda during this period.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Nakamura Masahiro's tone of surprise could not be concealed. He really didn't expect that the little girl would be so strictly controlled by her mother, Mizuki Fukuda.

However, when I thought about it, the relatives and elders of the Futian family were all extraordinary and important people in the upper class. There were definitely rules and etiquette that needed to be followed, but it was not incomprehensible.

"If you don't believe it, you can come over and have a look..."

Regarding Nakamura Masahiro's skeptical tone, Meihui immediately expressed her dissatisfaction and responded to Nakamura Masahiro very unconvincingly.

Of course, Nakamura Masahiro would not argue with a little girl about these things. He believed that since his mother, Mizuki Fukuda, strictly controlled Mie, she must have her reasons.

When I lived with Nakamura Masahiro in the past, perhaps due to his influence, the little girl's character also became a little loose.

Now, she lives with her mother Mizuki Fukuda and is strictly controlled. Without the freedom she used to have, the little girl naturally finds it difficult to adapt.

Listening to Mihui nagging and complaining about the tediousness of learning tea art and ikebana, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but interrupt the little girl.

"Okay, you called me because you just wanted to complain to me about this?"

"I just want to tell you. I don't dare to tell my mother..."

The little girl obviously had strong opinions on her mother Fukuda Mizuki, but due to the fear in her heart, she only dared to complain to Nakamura Masahiro.

"By the way, Onii-chan, I called you yesterday, why didn't you answer the phone?"

"Yesterday..."

His thoughts seemed to pause for a moment, and Nakamura Masahiro replied with a slight hesitation: "I have been sleeping for almost a day, and my phone seems to be muted."

"No wonder you didn't answer your mother's call..."

After hearing what the little girl said, Nakamura Masahiro had no intention of chatting anymore and hung up the phone in a hurry. He then looked through the call records and found that there were indeed missed calls.

In addition to the call from his mother, Mizuki Fukuda, there were also calls from his father, Tomimasa Nakamura, and several unknown numbers.

In addition, there is also a long row of densely received text messages. Familiar people include Genichiro Miyagi and Yosuke Mukai, and people in the industry include Takeshi Kitano, Keishi Otomo, Yasu Akimoto and others.

Among the artists, Takei Saki, Sugata Masaki, Yamazaki Kento and other actors who have collaborated with each other also sent blessing messages to Nakamura Masahiro. Even the transparent Rena Nonen respectfully wished Nakamura Masahiro new year.

"Uh... It seems that I slept all day yesterday and seemed to have missed a lot of news."

Sighing slightly sadly, Nakamura Masahiro read through the messages on his phone and began to reply carefully one by one.