"Dragon and Phoenix jacket?" The young maid shook her head and said blankly: "Miss Hui, I seem... I have never heard of it..."
Ito Nanako said with a smile: "The dragon and phoenix jacket is one of the traditional costumes of Chinese women. It is usually red or gold, and there are many very exquisite embroideries on it. It is very gorgeous and beautiful. There is also a kind of Xiuhe that has been improved in recent years.
, also looks very good, and looks particularly festive when dressed up.”
The maid said with a confused look: "Miss, when we Japanese women get married... there is no need to wear Chinese wedding clothes... Isn't it a little too strange..."
Ito Nanako shook her head mischievously and said shyly: "If you marry a Japanese, you will naturally wear a kimono, but if you marry a Chinese, you must wear a Chinese wedding dress to suit the occasion. Besides, as the Chinese saying goes, marrying
If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. You must adapt to the customs of the man."
"Ah?!" the maid said in horror: "Miss, sir, you are so traditional. If you want to marry a Chinese, he will be pissed to death by you!"
After saying that, the maid realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly patted her mouth and said with self-reproach: "I'm sorry, I'm just using a metaphor..."
Ito Nanako smiled slightly and said seriously: "If I really marry the person I want to marry, my father will probably be happier than me."
The maid couldn't help but ask: "Miss... when you say that, do you feel that you belong to someone else?"
Nanako Ito rolled her eyes at her with a smile and said, "Don't be such a gossip. If you have time, go learn more about Chinese traditional culture. It might be useful in the future."
The maid nodded quickly and said: "Okay, miss, I will definitely study more..."
Ito Nanako nodded with a smile. Seeing that she had also packed up, she said to her and another servant: "You go to the front hall to help first, and I will call Father."
The two maids respectfully resigned, and Nanako Ito walked out of the boudoir alone and went to meet her father in his room.
In a traditional Japanese large family, the rules between the elders and the younger ones are relatively strict. If Nanako Ito goes to her father's room, she must greet her respectfully, instead of just knocking on the door in a fussy manner.
When she came to the door of her father's room, she found Tanaka Koichi sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance of the corridor not far from the door, wiping a very beautifully made billiard cue in his hand.
Seeing Ito Nanako, he quickly straightened his body and said respectfully: "Miss."
Ito Nanako quickly made a gesture of silence, stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Tanaka-san, is father in there?"
Tanaka Koichi nodded respectfully and said, "Sir, you were a little tired just now. You said you wanted to go back to your room and rest for a while."
Ito Nanako asked him: "I heard from my aunt that Tanaka-san is playing billiards with his father. He seems to have not touched a cue for a long time recently. How is it? Are you still enjoying yourself?"
Tanaka Koichi said with a wry smile: "It was okay at first, but in the middle of the game, the adults suddenly said that running around the table in an electric wheelchair was stupid, so they were reluctant to continue."
As he spoke, he raised the pool cue in his hand and said helplessly: "My lord also dropped his most beloved cue. Fortunately, it didn't break. This brand has been out of print for a long time."
Ito Nanako nodded slightly and sighed: "My father has now become a strange old man with a weird temper, but he has just turned fifty today..."
She knew that her father had a very stubborn temper and a very high self-esteem.
Everyone in Japan knows him, and is even regarded as an inspirational idol by many. He has single-handedly built the Ito family into one of the top families in Japan. Moreover, at the age of fifty, he is also in his prime, so he should have given full play to his ambitions.
However, at this age, he suddenly loses his legs and becomes a disabled person who relies on others to take care of him at home and relies on a wheelchair when going out. The inner gap may be difficult to fill within three to five years.
So, she said to Tanaka Koichi: "Tanaka-san, I will work hard to invite the manufacturer of the table to my home tomorrow and let them see if there is any way to upgrade the table so that it can be more suitable for my father's current situation."
For example, the height should be adjustable as much as possible, and the table legs supporting the table should be retracted inward as much as possible to avoid collision with the wheelchair. In short, as long as the father can be as unaffected by the wheelchair as possible."
As she said that, she thought of something again and quickly added: "By the way, let's also make an appointment with the manufacturer of the electric wheelchair. Nowadays, electronic product technology is developing rapidly. Sweeping robots can avoid obstacles autonomously. Electric wheelchairs should also be able to do it.
It is possible to add some more technology products that can sense sensors to prevent the wheelchair from colliding with other things. In addition, it would be better to be able to quickly adjust the height of the seat. My father should have a need for this when he plays table tennis."
"Okay!" Tanaka Koichi agreed without hesitation and said, "I will go do it early tomorrow morning."
Nanako Ito nodded slightly and sighed softly: "Actually, Ye Chenjun has helped a lot. Although Tanaka-san and his father cannot become normal people, at least their physical condition has been completely recovered. The rest is the adaptation stage.
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"Yes." Tanaka Koichi couldn't help but sigh: "When I jumped off the bridge, I never thought that I would survive. At that time, I felt that as long as I could save one life, no matter how miserable it was, it was worth it. Looking at it now, it's really thanks to
Mr. Ye, apart from having no legs, is no different from before in other aspects, and his physical condition is even better than before."
As he spoke, he said with a melancholy expression: "My mentality has been adjusted very quickly, but my lord... you also know, young lady, that my lord has to be strong all his life, and I'm afraid he won't be able to adapt in a short period of time..."
Ito Nanako nodded slightly and said, "I will try my best to help father come out as soon as possible. Please help Tanaka-san."
Tanaka Koichi bowed his head respectfully and said, "Miss, don't worry, Tanaka will do his best!"
Ito Nanako smiled slightly and said: "Thank you Tanaka-san, I will go in first to see my father."
At this time, Takehiko Ito was sitting alone in a wheelchair, parked in the middle of his bedroom and study.
Takehiko Ito's room is a suite with a bedroom and a study room. The interior decoration is typical Japanese style, and the whole house is covered with tatami mats.
On the wall hangs a brand new set of haori hakama, which he had a craftsman tailor-make for his fiftieth birthday last year.
At that time, he asked the craftsmen to make two sets, one for his fiftieth birthday, and the other for his daughter Nanako's wedding.
For a traditional Japanese man like Takehiko Ito, his love for haori hakama is more than the British aristocrat's love for custom-made suits.
However, now that he looked at this set of haori hakama, he couldn't like it.
The reason is very simple. I already have no legs. No matter how I wear such clothes, it is impossible to wear them with their original taste.
Even Takehiko Ito felt that the current version of himself was not worthy of wearing such a sophisticated hakama hakama. He felt that if he wore this hakama hakama, he would look like the aristocratic gentlemen in Europe.
Wearing only half of the body in a suit and wearing pants with bare legs on the lower body is ridiculous and disrespectful.
Therefore, even though he knew it was time to change clothes and go to the front hall to celebrate his birthday, he was still unwilling to let a servant help him get dressed.
He was just sitting alone in a wheelchair, staring at that suit of clothes and crying silently.
At this time, he suddenly heard a gentle knock on the door, and then he heard his daughter's voice: "Father, Nanako is here to pay his respects. Is it okay to come in?"
Takehiko Ito quickly wiped away his tears and operated the remote control of the wheelchair with his hands to turn the wheelchair in a direction, with his back facing the patterned hakama hakama on the wall. Then he pretended to be calm and said: "Oh, it's Nanako,
Come in quickly."
This chapter has been completed!