The engine of the Nissan 240SX slowly warmed up, melting the white withered flowers on the car window. Yu Xianzhisheng threw his schoolbag into the rear driver's seat and waved to the dean's greasy face: "Goodbye, I will
Come back to see you."
The dean wiped his tears with a handkerchief: "You have to live a good life, young boy!"
Just as Yu Xian was about to get into the back seat, he was stopped by a gentle voice, "Sit next to me and chat." Miyamoto Yukiko turned to look at him and said.
Yu Xianzhisheng thought for a while, took out his schoolbag from the back seat, hugged it to his chest, and sat next to Miyamoto Yukiko.
The small red sports car started slowly and drove calmly and vigorously towards the infinite and boundless road - or what can be called the future. The scenery on the roadside quickly retreated, and every frame was an unprecedented scenery.
The endless white wheat fields are so lonely that it makes you want to shed tears. Looking at the end of the horizon, it seems that you can transcend the limitations of your sight and see Tokyo Tower, which is undergoing its second renovation.
Misora Hibari's ethereal voice came out from the car stereo. This voice, which was once rated as the number one song in Japan, makes people's memories become empty together with the heavy snow.
Yu Xian held his chin childishly, with his sparse eyelashes occasionally opening and closing, recalling the events of his past life. In fact, there are really too many things that can be done, whether it is the curse of Tokyo Daiichi Bank that is about to face bankruptcy, or Tokyo
The heavy metal poisoning incident in Dagangwan, or the successive appearances of top singers who were about to dominate the 1990s.
Japanese special photography is still immature, Ultraman Tiga in 2006 has not yet become light in the hearts of children, and it will take more than ten years for "White Night Walk" to make people understand the witchy temperament of Yukiho Karasawa.
Do you want to shock the world in advance?
But these don't seem to be things a child should consider.
Yu Xian's child felt so.
"Is there any treasure in your schoolbag?" Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly said. "I see you are holding it very tightly."
"A fishing rod." Yuxian replied naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko nodded and said, "Do you like fishing?"
Yu Xian said naively: "I like it, I like it very much."
Miyamoto Yukiko was silent for a while, not knowing how to continue the exchange. She had never had much experience with children, and this was the first time she had brought a child into her life.
This is a living little boy, not a kitten or puppy, and even kittens and puppies cannot be discarded easily.
When she was a child, she had a cat, which was thrown into a deep well by her father. At the same time, she was scolded as to how the women of the Miyamoto family could like such fragile things. From that time on, she vaguely felt that something was broken in her heart, and it spread to
Today, there is a camp in her heart, and if she is not careful, her attacking spirit will be shattered.
Miyamoto Yukiko drove with one hand, handed a small white medicine bottle to Yu Xian's naive hand, and said: "Unscrew it for me."
Yuxian Zhisheng looked at the font on it and realized that it was a psychotropic drug to treat depression. He joked: "Is it candy?"
Miyamoto Yukiko turned to look at him and said after a while: "It's just candy."
He handed her two pills and watched her take the medicine. About five minutes later, her spirits finally improved. Her iceberg-like face softened a bit, like the winter snow on Mount Fuji slowly melting halfway up the mountain.
It heralded that the spring flowers were about to bloom, so the two of them couldn't help but talk more.
"Is there a girl you like at school?"
"Where can I find it? But you, Aunt Miyamoto, haven't you ever been in love?"
"Dating is no fun, to me."
"But it would be a pity not to fall in love." Yu Xianzhisheng opened a lollipop and handed it in the direction of Miyamoto Yukiko, with a little Kyoto atmosphere of "do you want one, sister"
.
Yukiko Miyamoto smiled and shook her head. "Although it's a pity, I also find it boring."
"When will you fall in love at school?" Miyamoto Yukiko said, "You have to tell me in advance."
"Do you have to say this too?"
"I am your guardian." Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly remembered something and reminded, "Oh, when you get home, don't play with that little girl named Takashi Aoi."
"Why, is she bad?"
"She has albinism, and if you play with her, you are also a stranger." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "The elders in the family used to say that this is a bad sign, so it is best not to get close."
"I understand." Yu Xian nodded naively.
I know nothing, I only know that feudal superstition kills people.
"But I don't believe it." Yukiko Miyamoto stuck out her tongue. She probably felt something was wrong, so she looked forward again and said nothing again.
I have to say that it was really interesting to see such a young aunt acting cute. Yu Xian yawned and fell asleep.
In his sleep, he dreamed of a little girl in a white dress hiding behind the sunflowers and constantly waving to him. He felt annoyed and annoyed at first, but he couldn't help but she kept laughing, so he stretched out his hand.
It feels really soft.
I pinched it, your head is too big.
By the way, this little girl like you is made of plasticine, right?
There was sudden turmoil in Yuxian's mind. He blinked and saw Yukiko Miyamoto, who looked not very well. She seemed to have just woken him up. And his hand was rubbing her face that was leaning towards her.
Miyamoto Yukiko's expression didn't change much. She was just a child, and she wouldn't think in any dirty direction.
"Get off the car, we're home." She closed the car door and walked out.
Yu Xian jumped down with his schoolbag in his arms, and there were two sounds of locking the car behind him. It was noon, and the aroma of various foods wafted from the villa area, mixing with the cold snow, giving it a very life-like atmosphere.
Following Yukiko Miyamoto, we walked to a door. Next to the grand door was a signboard bearing the name of 'Miyamoto', with a sword pattern engraved on it. It looked dignified and murderous.
The villa is not big, with only three floors in total. There is also a small swimming pool in the courtyard, which can probably hold five or six swimming ducks as swimming props. However, it is now filled with thick falling snow mixed with dead leaves.
It must be fun to jump in and swim in the snow.
Yuxian Zhisheng didn't do that.
There was sufficient heating in the room. Yuxian Zhisheng only stayed there for a while before he felt that his whole body was getting hot, so he took off his worn-out printed cotton-padded jacket and threw it into the laundry room.
Miyamoto Yukiko was very satisfied with his move. She thought that this little guy would leave his dirty clothes on the sofa rudely, but she was already ready to lecture him. This was the first time she had treated a man in her heart.
The creature had a pretty good feeling.
The laundry room is connected to the balcony. When you look up, you can see the small items of women. Yuzuru was surprised to find that Miyamoto Yukiko's underwear and bras were very conservative. The only arrogant point may be the small lace on the underwear.
Bow tie.
At the same time, there are some unwashed underwear in the laundry basket, a pair of black ultra-thin leggings, and a thin tights used to facilitate physical exercise. It is the color of green mint, and there are two silver ribbon marks on the crotch.
, this green mint can be said to be the only trendy color in the dark era.
"If you want to take a shower, take it later. I haven't prepared your toothbrush yet." Yukiko Miyamoto said, "Eat first. The food I cooked is okay. You can sit at the dining table and wait for me, or you can wander around the room first.
If you go shopping, don't go to my house."
Yu Xian nodded, and sat at the dining table wearing a thin sweater. He turned to watch the TV series playing on the TV, which was still "Homeless Children".
"You and I are different." He whispered in his heart to Aizawa Suzu on the TV.
Suddenly, there were several loud banging sounds from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Someone was knocking on the glass. Yu Xian looked over there and found that the person who knocked on the window had escaped. The only thing he saw was her back in a small white dress.
.
"It's her again." Yukiko Miyamoto poked her head out of the kitchen, her eyes narrowed slightly and her face was sullen.
"Takashi Aoi?"
Yu Xian asked childishly.
Miyamoto Yukiko didn't answer and quickly went back to continue cooking.
The knock on the window sounded again.
This time, Yuxian Zhisheng quickly ran to the window and saw the girl in the white dress. She did not run away immediately, although most of her eyes and face were hidden under the almost dry white hair.
But Yuxian Zhisheng could still feel that she had something to tell him.
The sound of the range hood in the kitchen was very loud. Miyamoto Yukiko probably didn't know that this little girl named Takashi Aoi went back and killed a carbine. Takashi Aoi must have turned over from the yard. Her dress was
Rubbing against the gray wall plaster.
She had been gesturing and talking, but the glass was thick and soundproof, so Yu Xian was unable to hear what she was saying and could only judge by the shape of her lips.
"What do you want to say?" Yu Xian naively exaggerated his lips, "Just repeat it."
Perhaps because of the connection between her souls, the little girl said nothing else. She brushed aside her dry white hair, revealing a pair of ruby-like eyes like a rabbit, and simply repeated this sentence.
