It was afternoon, and the afternoon sun was no longer so hot when the sea breeze blew the Buddha. The scenery on the roadside kept retreating. The waves piled up on the beach with broken foam, bringing a faint smell of sea to the nose. Masato Hoshino drove his son Hoshino on the way to the golf course.

"Dousang, when did you start playing golf?"

"Well, it was just over two years ago. I didn't have time before, but then I went with them after it stabilized?"

"Who are they? Are they the ones we were familiar with before?"

"No, they are all friends in the business world. We don't have any other hobbies when we get together."

"Well, I understand, after all, there is no Ginza consumption area here." Hoshino Hiroshi said, but thought in his heart that it was the world of flowers and flowers. Under the bright lights and wine, the unruly man talked loudly with youth, and the beautiful stubborn smile beside him, and he studied various behavioral modern, postmodern, contemporary and avant-garde performance art...

"Boy, you seem to have something to say?" Masato Hoshino, who was driving seriously at 80 mph, held the steering wheel in his hand and glanced at his son inadvertently, "I don't know why you think so, but as a father, as your role model, I am not like you!"

"What's wrong with me?" Hoshino Hiroshi was confused. Why did he pull himself into his body again while driving? Now he is very innocent. He is not the kind of person who has my wife and my wife all day long, and he doesn't show mercy everywhere. The treasure dug out with his ability is not to blame. He has already borne such a great crime. How could he provoke public anger again?

"Don't you know what you did yourself? I was so lazy in junior high school, where is the girl from the Kiriya family next door? Are you still in touch? What about the girl you met in Okinawa?" Masato Hoshino remembered the baby couple who was almost successful. Although they failed later, he did not expect that this kid met another girl in Okinawa and was a first-class female artist.

"Cough cough" Hoshino Yoshino was hit by his father once, and he coughed a few words to hide his embarrassment, "That was all when he was young and frivolous, and he didn't count!"

"I am so frivolous when I am young, I admire my reputation for being absurd, and I pursue the dream of heaven and light. I am so glittering from the north and south." A passage came from my father's mouth, which seemed to be singing slightly. The rap-like melody attracted Hoshino and couldn't help but recall the youth that I couldn't go back.

"Why did Nissan recite poems?"

"This, I have a friend who is a Chinese, named Lin Weibancheng. He told me that when you think talking to others, chanting a few poems will make people respect you!"

Hoshino looked at his father with a dumb expression. He endured it for a long time before swallowing back "The friend you mentioned is not you, right?" He didn't want to feel uncomfortable in the car.

"Nissan's friends are so versatile!"

"Well, you're right. He has a lot of money and billions of dollars, so every time he returns to the panda's hometown, I ask him to help bring a panda over to play with your sister. You know, Minami likes pandas!"

"Uh, it's great. I want to see him too. If you care so much about Minami, you must be a very good person!"

"Yes, we often come together to sing, you know, these people are very popular among the crowd."

"Qiao Dou Maba, Nissan, when did your interests become so widespread, singing, dancing, rap, golf! I've only been out for three years, why have you all changed so much? Also, how long have you practiced?" Hoshino Hiro couldn't help but want to complain, this is not what you sing wakame! You are a neon man, not a Chinese man, why do you recite poetry without any trouble?

"It's just two and a half years!" The unintentional revealing hands made the proud son bow his head obediently. Masato Hoshino's waist is not sore or hurts his legs. He happily stepped on the accelerator a few more times, and ran out with a coax.

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After arriving at the golf course, Masato Hoshino hummed an unknown song and got off the car happily. As for clubs and other things, of course, it was carried by his filial son. He happily greeted the staff with ease.

"Huhuhu" Hoshino Hoshino put down the thing gasp, wiped off his sweat, and blew the air conditioner in the water cup. "Hey, stand up and tidy up, your uncles and uncles will arrive in a while." The supervision from the old father made him stand up again, dress up in the mirror, and soon, a handsome and energetic young man appeared in front of the people again.

"Yaxi, you are very energetic! You are worthy of being the child of our Hoshino family!" Looking at his son, Masato Hoshino nodded constantly.

Looking at the fingers around him, Hoshino felt very awkward, like a product being watched, waiting to be selected. Well, choose? Hoshino was surprised. Could it be for that?

"Heng, you are already very successful now. In this stage of the world, social engagements are inevitable. No matter how you were outside, I will calm down now. Remember, you must be responsible if you do things!"

Hoshino Hiro looked at his father with a pair of dead fish eyes. He decided to treat him silently no matter who he met today. He Hoshino Hiroshino didn't even speak even if he was suffocated.

"Oh, Zhengrenjun, you came so early!" A chubby middle-aged man greeted his father, "Oh, Banchengjun, you are so early too. Today's weather is very suitable for us to compete!"

"Oh, it's all a small problem. Don't forget what you are doing today! Oh, is this the eldest son of Masato Jun? It's really handsome and beautiful, worthy of being from the Hoshino family!" The person who spoke was Lin Weibancheng, his father's Chinese friend, who smiled and pulled out the people behind him, "It's the heart, this is the leader of your younger generation, Hoshino Hoshino, come and meet you!"

The girl was wearing a goose yellow dress, with short shoulder-length hair and floral hairpins, which was well-behaved and charming. Her delicate little face was charming, and her watery eyes were adorable. "Hello Hengjun, I am Lin Wei and Shi Xin, please give me some advice!"

Hoshino looked at the girl indifferently, with the standard Yamato Sashiko appearance. Alas, although she is very beautiful, she is not here to go on a blind date! She can't reply, but she can't slap herself in the face. He remembered a sentence: When you don't want to look directly at someone's eyes, you can look at her eyebrows.

The little girl's eyebrows were thin and long, and she moved every time she spoke, just like a willow leaf swaying in the wind in summer. He nodded without expression, and there was no expression on his face, pretending to be cold, but what she was thinking about was how to leave this place of right and wrong.

A "Wow" exclaimed, and Hoshino Hoshino found that the girl covered her mouth, her eyes were full of stars, and her admiration was beyond words. Alas, he did nothing.

Turning around, looking into the distance, without looking at the girl again. This battlefield that was originally a graceful man, but now it has become a scene of Hoshino's torment. Let the girl retreat!

"Hey, it's the heart, are you here too? Hey, what's your look? Why do you look at this man like this? Who is he?"

A strange and familiar voice came, and Hoshino was about to know who was involved in this awkward place again, and the girl's voice gave the answer: "Hello, Sister Meiling!"
Chapter completed!