I'm a weird expert in Japan

While Kazusa was washing her face, Yoko leaned against the door and shook her head helplessly.

“……” Hesha pursed her lips into a straight line, unable to find any words to refute or answer.

"But it's good to cry. You won't feel so bad after crying about your troubles." Yaozi added in a gentle voice.

Hesa looked at herself in the mirror, then looked at her mother's reflection in the mirror, "I'm fine, I just remembered something boring."

"You can cry about trivial things, so if you cry about something sad, won't you cry your eyes out?" Yaozi was deeply worried.

It seemed as if he was talking about what to do if his daughter became too sentimental in the future.

"Because it's really boring." Hesha covered her face with a hot towel and said in a muffled voice.

"Uh-huh, you mean the matter about the Paganini boy?"

"Who?" Hesha didn't react.

She knew Paganini, but what was Paganini Junior?

"That's the kid who sent you home yesterday." Yoko said, "He's not interested in anything except music and strange things. You'd better be careful if you like that kind of kid."

"Who likes that kind of stuff?" Hesa ​​wrung out the towel and threw it on the rack.

"Oh, really?" Yaozi raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally, "Let's have breakfast. Luckily it's Western style today, so we can make do with it if it gets cold."

Hesha followed her mother out of the bathroom and asked suspiciously, "When did you learn to cook, and a Western-style breakfast?"

"When did you have the illusion that your mother can cook?" Yoko turned her head and asked in confusion.

"Uh..." Hesa ​​was abruptly stunned by the question.

Yoko spread her hands, "Mrs. Shibata did it."

"I knew it……"

The result was as expected, and Kazusa was not surprised at all.

Just as my mother said, the fried eggs and bacon for breakfast were cold, the bread still had some residual heat from being toasted, and the milk was at room temperature.

But she was very satisfied with the milk because it had a lot of sugar in it, and whether it was hot or not was secondary.

"It's already this time, and it's almost lunchtime when we get to school. Do you still have to go to school today?" Yaozi asked Kazusa calmly, "If you don't want to go, mom will take you out to play. We can go shopping or watch a movie. I just happened to have finished my work recently, so I have a day or two free."

"…Is this what a guardian should say? She actually encouraged her own daughter not to go to school." Kazusa half opened her eyes.

Yaozi supported his chin with one hand, "Anyway, you just won a prize, and the school is very happy. Missing a day or two of class is no big deal. You are not planning to prepare for the exam, are you?"

"No..." Kazusa shook her head.

She was just not used to Touma Yoko's indulgent and doting attitude, and it was a very considerate one.

It is true that my mother has never said harsh words to me, but when it comes to critical moments, her evaluation of me is extremely harsh, otherwise she would not have said such almost cruel words.

Even if it's not wrong, it's hard to accept.

It took me more than two years to gradually realize that I shouldn't regard my mother and the piano as everything in the world.

"What's wrong with you? You've been thinking hard all day long..." Yoko's voice brought Kazusa back to her senses.

Hesha was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she was distracted again, "Ah... this..."

"It feels like he's become a different person—" Yoko said jokingly.

"…Is there?" Hesa ​​asked guiltily.

My mother is very perceptive, and if she is really different from the "Touma Kazusa" here, she would not be able to notice.

"How is that possible? There are no two people in this world who are exactly the same." Yoko denied calmly, "You are usually like this anyway, always alone thinking about things. The teachers at school always say that you are unwilling to communicate with others, and they are worried that you will become too lonely if you continue like this."

“Hmm…” Kazusa ate breakfast gloomily.

Yoko raised her eyes, "But now it seems that the teacher was wrong. It's not that you don't want to communicate with others, but that you are too picky. It must be the Paganini boy."

"I wanted to ask you just now..." Kazusa paused with the knife and fork in her hand, "Why do you always call Shijo the Paganini boy?"

"Don't you think that kid's performance skills are as good as a devil?" Yoko shook her finger. "Mom worked with him in a symphony once. I didn't expect that I couldn't suppress an underage kid in performance."

Paganini's playing skills were described as devilishly exquisite, which is why his mother said this.

But using the word "demon" to describe vampires... is really a bit absurd.

"No, it was obviously that guy who wanted to snatch the second music room from me..." Kazusa regretted her words halfway through.

If it was a mirror world, perhaps that didn't happen.

It will be exposed...

"You are not as skilled as others, so don't blame the other person." Yaozi replied naturally, "And I think it's a good thing. Mom is too bullying. It's perfect to let someone who doesn't specialize in piano to tell you that there are always people better than you."

"Oh." Kazusa breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, that guy is not my friend..."

She retorted in an unconvincing tone.

It seemed that my mother knew about the piano competition and was very supportive of it.

Agree with his daughter being beaten.

As expected, she is Touma Yoko, and the bad part of her personality has not changed at all.

"that……"

"what?"

"Have you ever...thought about remarrying?"

Maybe it's the sense of security after a full stomach, or maybe it's the feeling of having to ask.

Touma Kazusa asked this mother a question that she couldn't ask her original mother.

"Hmm? Remarriage?" Yoko's expression turned serious. "It's not like I haven't thought about it, but even if I think it's appropriate, if you can't accept it, Kazusa, then nothing good will happen in the end."

"Really..." Kazusa was speechless for a moment, "Can't you just think about yourself?"

"How is that possible? Do you think marriage is about dating? It's about two people feeling that being together is enough?" Yoko looked at Kazusa mischievously. "That's two people forming a community of shared destiny. From now on, everything in life is no longer about one person, but about two people. This is the difference between marriage and cohabitation. You should understand it as soon as possible."

"Just... isn't there a situation that would allow you to make a decision on your own?" Kazusa turned her face away.

She didn't believe that her mother could be so careful. This must be the result of the mirror world being turned upside down.

"Maybe, but is there really a new father who can make me confident enough to accept his existence even if Kazusa doesn't understand him?"

Yaozi, on the other hand, acted indifferent and explained the matter calmly.

Chapter 156 Chapter 3 Mother and Daughter Time ()

"It's been a long time. I haven't been out with my daughter like this for more than a month."

The corners of Yaozi's lips curled up under his sunglasses, and it can be seen that he was in a good mood.

"More than a month..." Kazusa muttered.

"That's how work is. Once you start, there's no time to rest."

"What are you busy with?"

"Performances, interviews, TV shows," Yoko said, "Any kind of job that requires you to appear on camera. Didn't the young Paganini tell you about this?"

"Can you please call him by his name? He kept calling him Paganini. I thought it was haunted." Hesa ​​rubbed her temples.

"You can understand it anyway, right?" Yaozi continued to smile, "But I'm still far behind them. I'm at the same level as them when they were your age."

"…That's because their family is powerful."

"Yes, yes." Yaozi obviously didn't intend to say anything about other people's children.

Lian's family background is there, which is completely different from the one Yaozi has been working hard for.

When I saw my mother yawning with her hands covering her mouth when she stopped at a red light, I realized that although she was happy, she had not rested well and looked a little tired.

"are you tired?"

"A little bit. I didn't sleep well last night." Yaozi shrugged. "But don't worry, Mom won't drive while tired."

"I know that..." Kazusa leaned on the passenger seat and looked out the window, not wanting her mother to see her expression. "It must be hard in Japan, right?"

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden? It's still a long time before you can enter the industry. Study for a few more years."

"No, I mean you." Kazusa still didn't turn around. "Wouldn't it be better to go abroad, somewhere like Vienna?"

"Of course." Yaozi smiled naturally, "But mom can't let you go."

“……”Hesha was speechless.

The turning point of Touma Yoko here is that she is not "cruel".

There was no change in personality at all, but this was the only area where changes occurred.

Kazusa knew that Touma Yoko was a tough character who was willing to leave her life to the care of the housekeeper and go abroad alone.

It is absolutely not the case that when faced with the opportunity to advance your career, you hesitate and finally give up because you "can't let go of your daughter."

But Hesa ​​couldn't blame her mother even a syllable.

She couldn't even tell which side was better?

"I'm sorry, mom is just a little...not very good at making judgments." Yoko thought Kazusa was questioning her, so she naturally explained, "It's not that I don't know what's right and what's wrong, but on the one hand, you just graduated from junior high school, and on the other hand, you've been working abroad for several years and can't come back..."

"So you chose this side?" Kazusa turned her head and stared at Touma Yoko quietly.

"Is it not possible?" Yoko laughed. "It may be a bit hard now, but it's not like I'm strapped for cash. So even if I go abroad, I'll have a brighter future. I also think I made the right choice."

"Obviously... I'm a burden?" Hesha lowered her voice.

"Hahaha, why do you talk like that? Did someone really dump you? You're just giving up on yourself here..." Yoko was overjoyed. "I never thought that you were a burden, Kazusa. Otherwise, why would I have given birth to you?"

"What if..." Hesha didn't comment, awkwardly dodged Yoko's hand that was stretched out to touch her head, and asked bluntly, "Can you say the same thing if you meet yourself who made another choice?"

"Yes, why not." Yoko started the car and followed the car in front of him, passing the green light. "It's rare that you want to talk to your mother about something special... Let me ask Kazusa first, what do you think about the choice?"

"Isn't choosing just choosing what's good for you?" Hesa ​​answered subconsciously.

"No, people may see the expected results before making a choice, but that doesn't mean that is the final answer." Yaozi shook his head gently, "Many times we think we have many choices, but in the end, we just choose the only one we can choose."

"What is that, a last resort?"

"No," Yoko said, "It's all due to one's personality. It seems like there are many options, but in fact, personality will prompt people to choose the one that is most likely to be chosen. Just like what you said, Kazusa, if I saw Touma Yoko who chose to leave you behind and leave Japan alone to develop abroad, I wouldn't say she was wrong, and she wouldn't say I was right."

"Because they're all correct?"

"It sounds cunning, but I do think so." Yoko smiled with ease, "I might envy that Touma Yoko who was able to grit her teeth and make a cruel decision, but I think that Touma Yoko would also envy me."

"Envy you?"

"I envy you for having the opportunity to watch my daughter enter high school and grow up little by little—" Yoko said here, and suddenly stopped the topic, "Oh, and I was severely beaten by a world-class violinist with the piano, and I lost miserably."

"Aha?"

"To be honest, I didn't stop them on the day of the school festival because I wanted to see what expression Kazusa, who was full of confidence, would have after she lost." Yoko held back her laughter, her eyes looking straight ahead. "You looked handsome when you slapped the keys and left angrily, but you were also very cute when you saw that your song selection was not as good as others."

"That's so nasty...Are you really my mother?"

"Because it's rare? After all, even if I invite him, Paganini boy has no interest in agreeing to be a teacher for a girl who is learning piano." Yoko thought for a moment, "This is also an option."

"Maybe……"

"Neither side is wrong, and either side may be wrong. The only difference is the result." Yaozi slowed down the car. "The key is not to regret it, or to be able to make yourself not regret it is enough."

"Mom..." Hesa ​​looked at her mother in silence.

Yoko narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Just like you are interested in that Paganini boy now, whether you want to be friends or whatever, it's your choice. The other party is a very cold person."

"Cold? I saw his tail almost reached the sky when he saw Teacher Hanekawa." Kazusa disagreed.

"My stupid daughter, you've made another mistake." Yoko parked the car in the parking lot. "Teacher Hanekawa Tsubasa...how should I put it? I've only met him a few times, but I can tell you for sure...he's not an ordinary person either."

"indeed……"

Just seeing the teacher split into three parts: catwoman, little girl and tiger, Hesa ​​felt that it was not simple.

"Maybe they are of the same kind as the young Paganini."

Completely correct.

"Okay, here we are. Summer is just around the corner, so let's pick out some new clothes."