When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
There was a vague smell of moisture in the nose, mixed with the floral scent of laundry detergent on the quilt, and a cool feeling passed over the exposed skin.
"It is raining again?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes.
She put on the soft cotton long sleeves that her mother had prepared in advance, plucked her hair that was a little messy from sleeping, and got out of bed. After opening the curtains, she looked out the glass window and looked out at the fields.
The sky is dark and drizzle is falling.
The budding corn stalks were swaying by the wind.
The cool breeze mixed with the fragrance of earth could not help but penetrate inside.
Pull the glass window to a more suitable position and use the screen to block the rainwater that comes from the window. Minamoto Laiguang is accustomed to doing this, but this method of washing the screen window will probably make her mother very unhappy.
"It's really an autumn rain and a cold."
After standing by the window for a while, his body felt cold. It was probably due to the large temperature difference when he got up, so he cautiously put on his long-sleeved jacket again.
After getting dressed, Yorimitsu Minamoto left the room. He looked at the time and saw that it was already nine o'clock. However, when he arrived at the corridor on the second floor, his parents' voices suddenly came faintly to his ears.
"Why is there another one here? There is no room to sleep in the house."
"This one looks taller than Xiao Teng, but he seems to be well-educated, well-educated, and polite. He must be a child of a wealthy family. Even his speech feels different."
Chiyo Naoko seemed a little confused, and even faintly worried.
On the contrary, my father's voice was still full of energy, and his tone sounded nonchalant: "What? Are you still afraid that our Aguang is not worthy of her? I, the Genji, are descendants of the orthodox royal family..."
"Shut up! A descendant of the royal family still steals money?"
"That money, that money is your own money, can it be considered stealing?"
"I see that you have been itchy recently, and you are going out to sleep with your tail raised. You go and wake A Guang up first. I will go to the living room to stabilize the two children, and don't let the two children fight with each other."
"Not bad, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. Both children are pretty good."
"Why, you think one is too few?"
"In ancient times, which child wouldn't marry someone with a third or fifth degree..." Genki Ichiro suddenly cried out in pain, and his voice began to become flattering again: "Of course I am devoted to you, Naoko, and I never thought about it.
After having three wives and four concubines, my heart is like the snow lotus on the mountain, even if it is..."
The sound gradually became closer and closer.
Just when Genki Ichiro was begging his wife for mercy with a fawning look on his face, Minamoto Yorimitsu's figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, causing the former's slightly flattering voice to stop abruptly.
Perhaps because he felt that face was still important in front of his son, or because he had to maintain the dignity of the head of the family, the flattering smile on Genki Ichiro's face suddenly faded.
"Who taught you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations? Don't you know the ancestral teachings of our Genji!?"
Seeing the somewhat pitiful look in his son's eyes, Genki Ichiro instantly felt his face burning with fire. He quickly moved out his ancestors to suppress Minamoto Yorimitsu and protect his remaining dignity as a father. This move was similar to
Sakichu Kodou's bowing method has the same effect but different approaches.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't pay attention to his words at all. Instead, he frowned and brought up the topic just now, and asked aloud: "Father, is someone coming?"
"You've finally woken up. All the girls have come to your door. Why didn't you tell your mother in advance? She would have tidied one more room, but it's not too late to tidy up now."
Compared to Genki Ichiro, who has no strength but no brains, what Chiyo Naoko said this time is also a bit baffling, at least the squinting smile is somewhat unsettling.
"What do you mean?" Minamoto Norimitsu frowned even more: "Who came to the door?"
Genki Ichiro smiled when he saw the confused look on his face. He seemed to have seized the opportunity to show his majesty in front of his son. His face darkened and he scolded: "Isn't it your kid's second wife? That kid came to the door on his own.
I’m sitting downstairs now!”
"Second room..."
Several figures flashed through Minamoto norimitsu's mind, but he didn't know who came home. He passed by the two elders and walked directly downstairs: "I'll go down and take a look first."
His decisiveness made Genki Ichiro, who originally wanted to show off his younger brother's status in the family, stunned for a moment. He touched his head and looked at his wife in confusion, but Chiyo Naoko also shook her head to show that she didn't understand.
And just when I reached the wooden stairs.
Minamoto Yorimitsu saw the two people in the living room from above.
One of them is Sakichu Kodou.
The other girl was holding a teacup and blowing air at the moment. She seemed to be distressed by the scalding smoke rising from the hot tea, and pushed down her rimmed glasses on her tall nose.
Just sitting there, he has a quiet temperament, and he doesn't seem to be embarrassed or uncomfortable at all. There is always a slight smile on his face, and he presses his legs together in a dignified and demure manner and leans to the side.
Her long chestnut hair was tied with a white hairband and hung loosely on her right shoulder.
It’s a familiar yet dangerous wife’s hairstyle.
"Kamigu?"
Minamoto norimitsu's face darkened.
When he saw Aiko Kamiya sitting on the sofa, leisurely, and smiling as usual, Yorimitsu Minamoto knew that he seemed to be underestimating the seriousness of the matter.
Maybe it was because the footsteps he made just now were too loud, or maybe because the house was not that big, the girl downstairs quickly noticed such little movement.
"Yuanjun, you're up, good morning."
Kamiya Aiko put down the tea cup she was holding and looked at him with a smile.
Her expression and tone of voice are very natural.
It was as if he and Minamoto Yorimitsu were very familiar with each other.
However, her sudden visit made Minamoto no Yorimitsu unable to put on a good face, and he had absolutely no intention of reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling person. He walked down the stairs with a gloomy face and stood in the center of the living room.
He glanced at the somewhat lost Sakichu Kodou next to him.
Minamoto Yorimitsu walked up to Kamiya Aiko expressionlessly, looked down at her smiling face, and asked in a tone that was so calm that it didn't make any waves:
"It doesn't seem very polite to visit someone else's home without explaining it in advance, and how did you get my home address?"
It can even be said to be an indifferent tone. If ordinary people's concept of face was followed, I'm afraid they would also respond with one or two sentences.
But she seems to have gotten used to it.
"Then if I explain, will you agree to my visit?" Kamiya Aiko seemed not to hear the indifference in his words, but still asked softly with a slight smile.
"Won't."
Yorimitsu Minamoto gave a straightforward answer.
"So I had to find it myself."
Kamiya Aiko said slightly helplessly.
"So what did you want to do when you came to my house?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked coldly.
The smile on Kamiya Aiko's face became even more charming after hearing this. She seemed to have prepared the corresponding answer. She just raised her finger and pointed at her belly and whispered:
"I'm just looking for the child's father."
Her voice is very light and gentle.
It's like the thoughtfulness and concern you feel after waiting for a long time to finally see your husband come home after getting pregnant.
Coupled with her already demure and dignified cheeks, as well as her hairstyle and watery eyes that are very suitable for the lady next door, this temperament looks more like it.
Kegen Laiguang couldn't help but became furious when he heard this.
I haven't even slept with him yet, so I say the child is my own.
Isn’t this bullying an honest person!?
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