The winter snow is falling, and people's fingers are cold through the dilapidated window sill. The director of the welfare home who is talking may be in the menopause, and there is a hint of restlessness in his tone. It's just that the Tokyo photo has just been stuffed into his pocket, and he hasn't covered the heat yet.
The check from First Bank made her dare not disrespect the woman in front of her with her ponytail on her tall chest.
"Here?" The woman looked like she hadn't woken up. Her long legs, kneeling on the wooden mat, outlined the graceful curves of Mount Fuji under the pressure of her waist. Her fingers were slender and beautiful, and her skin color was like the deepest blooming cherry blossoms.
The clarity of the place.
She should be the eldest daughter of a famous family, but her age has exceeded the category of eldest daughter. If she had been placed in the previous life, she would have been an older leftover girl that no one wanted.
Yu Xian was a child biting a lollipop and thinking.
"It's on the left, Ms. Miyamoto, and the one on the right is signed for this kid," the dean reminded.
This woman looked a bit unintelligent, but when she picked up the pen she looked heroic, and when she drew her sword she looked like a samurai, and she was worthy of the name Miyamoto.
"Okay." The woman signed her name on the contract: Yukiko Miyamoto.
Then she pulled up her long hair in a ponytail and pushed a few strands of bangs behind her ears, like a surprise attack on the rebels. Then she waved to Yuxian Zhisheng and said, "It's your turn."
Come on, kid."
Who are the children? The self-righteous adults.
But if you think about it this way, it really makes me look childish. People really can't go beyond the limits of their bodies. In this case, I just... forget it, I'll just continue to be a human being.
Yuxian Zhisheng complained in his heart, but his body started to move honestly.
To be honest, it has been almost three years since I came to this era. The vegetable pancakes in the welfare home are really not for people to eat. Even the porridge is extremely thin. The only hope for people is the fried meatballs that can be eaten during the New Year Festival.
.
There are also aunties who come to deliver things to the orphanage.
Whether it's fried meatballs or lollipops, Yu Xian's child can always get more than others. This is probably the benefit of good looks.
Due to the high adoption price, Yuxian's newborn baby could have been picked up from this orphanage about three years ago.
I didn't expect that anyone would actually pay that one million yen.
And it is during this era when people are at their most impoverished.
It's really scary when you think about it.
Yuxuan picked up the warm paper and pen with some trepidation, signed his name on the right side of the contract, and took a look at the woman's name - Miyamoto Yukiko.
Miyamoto Yukiko and Yuzuru Shisei, these two names are on the left and the right, and the handwriting is also cute and crooked. If not for the age gap of almost ten years, at first glance, it seems that they are destined to meet in the world.
mean.
When Yu Xian was signing, Yukiko Miyamoto looked at his profile quietly. There was winter snow outside the window, and the shadows of the sun were flowing dimly. The little boy's black hair and black hair reflected the coldness and loneliness, which seemed to be vaguely
Tears come.
At this moment, Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to hold him tightly in her arms, hug him tightly, and tell him that from now on, you will no longer be alone, and she will no longer be alone.
But she didn't do that.
Because the smell of Yu Xian's childish body is too unpleasant.
She actually really doesn't like children and thinks they are really boring.
The little girls from her grandfather's house used to come to her every summer vacation, making her unable to even sleep. She was so angry that she took off their skirts and whipped each of them with a board through their underwear. From then on
Those little girls never dare to come again.
Miyamoto Yukiko stretched out her hand, intending to touch the child's head, but stopped because of disgust, and just said indifferently: "Grow up slowly."
"Ms. Miyamoto, don't worry, Yuxian Zhisheng is really a good child." The dean looked at Yuxian Zhisheng and said, "Every time the outside world looks at these orphans... well, pitiful
Among the children, he is the first to laugh, and they are also receiving compulsory education normally, and Yu Xian, a junior, ranked among the top twenty in the class!"
Top twenty? Is this considered a good result? He must not be very smart.
In the past, Miyamoto Yukiko would have laughed out loud, holding the newly purchased bird-bone fan and laughing unscrupulously with her friends.
But after all, it is different from before.
The power of the Miyamoto family is gone forever.
She smiled faintly, but the smile quickly disappeared.
"Jinsheng." The dean suddenly called out, took out a piece of dried meat wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, handed it to Yuxian's hands, and said with a smile, "You go and play with your companions first, I'll follow you.
Your mother said something."
Mother? I don’t admit it.
Yu Xian shook his head without any defense.
Immediately, my heart skipped a beat.
There is only one contract. If this woman named Miyamoto Yukiko wants to go back on her word, she only needs to tear up the contract. He is worried that his action will hurt her, even if there are a million things in his heart that he does not want to admit.
She is her own mother.
Yuxian reacted within a second, continued to shake his head, and called out in a childish voice: "Mom? But auntie is so beautiful and young, she should be called eldest sister."
Miyamoto Yukiko blinked, turned her head and laughed.
The dean's eyes lit up and he nodded: "This kid has a sweet mouth. That's right, that's right. I made a mistake. There's absolutely no problem in calling her eldest sister. What I just said was only in a legal sense."
Yukiko Miyamoto said: "He doesn't understand the law yet."
"After all, he is in fifth grade and is only twelve years old." The dean said, "But don't underestimate him. He is much more mature and sensible than those fifteen-year-old children."
Yu Xian walked back to his bedroom with the pork breast in his arms. After carefully licking the pork breast a few times, he began to pack his package. He had nothing to bring, only a few books and a small fishing rod.
Yuzuru threw the books with "Das Kapital" and "The Road to Restoration" printed on them under the bed, put away the small fishing rod, and stuffed it into a worn-out school bag printed with Ukiyo-e prints.
The first episode of "Homeless Child", a TV series produced by NTV, is playing on the color TV. Watching the heroine Aizawa Suzu take control of money step by step, reaching unprecedented heights in the eyes of adults, it is unbelievable.
It's not a happy event.
Just not as good as fishing.
Making money should be something adults should do.
You should enjoy your childhood at this age! NTV bastards!
Yuxian was watching TV series while waiting for the dean to call him out, and he knew how dirty the things the adults wanted to talk about didn't need to be heard.
...
The dean handed a cup of hot tea to Miyamoto Yukiko's hand and said with a smile: "Ms. Miyamoto, it's like this. Purchasing children is a rule of the hospital. The better the children, the more expensive they will be.
In fact, everyone knows it well. I hope that after you take the children away, you will not tell the outside world about these things. As for the money, we will use it to buy the children..."
Yukiko Miyamoto interrupted her and said softly: "I know all this."
The dean nodded hurriedly, holding the hot tea and stirring it back and forth with his fingers. After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "Then, I want to ask you about your intention of needing a child."
"I am very lonely, unable to have children, and need a child to take care of me in my old age." Yukiko Miyamoto used the words she had prepared all morning.
"Do you have a husband?" the dean asked.
Miyamoto Yukiko shook her head: "Currently, no."
"Where's the man I like?"
"nor."
"Then how do you know that you are infertile?" The dean pretended to be surprised.
"It's not so much that I can't have children, it's better to say that I don't like men." Yukiko Miyamoto looked at the heavy snow outside the window and said something incomprehensible, "I used to think the world was extremely brilliant, but now I think it is colorless, so
From now on I want to be a colorless person, thinking about nothing, which may be the best for me."
What a garbage philosophical talk that people can’t understand, the dean thought to himself.
The words turned into a smile: "Ms. Miyamoto is indeed different, so I will speak frankly. I wonder if you know who Sakurako Kakimoto was five years ago."
"I know." Yukiko Miyamoto nodded.
Five years ago, there was a huge bombshell that shocked the western area of Tokyo. An old man bought five little girls from five orphanages and tortured them to satisfy his animal desires. At that time, only Sakurako Sakurako was there.
The girl used her wit to escape and climbed to the Metropolitan Police Department with her last bit of strength.
The smile on the dean's face disappeared, and the cold winter atmosphere seemed to have been frozen to an infinite extent at this moment, and was frozen and extended infinitely in the blood.
"Then I want to prepare you. Ms. Miyamoto Yukiko, she shouldn't have any special interest in this kind of little boy, right?"
