Of course, there are only three people in this family, him, Yukiko, and Aoi Takashi. They can't go down very far. Miyamoto Yukiko will still love him no matter how much she loves him.
Just as he expected, Yukiko Miyamoto is a broad-minded woman, both physically and mentally.
Yukiko accepted Takora Aoi's arrival easily.
Perhaps in her mind, it is not difficult to raise one more girl.
But the person who really raised Takashi Aoi was Yuzuru Shisheng.
After returning to Tokyo, he will take Takashi Aoi to his newly purchased house and raise her by himself.
He would rather let Miyamoto Yukiko feel lonely when he is not at home than share her love with anyone. This is indeed another side of him.
As for Flowers, Birds and Winds, Yukiko Miyamoto also embodies another side of her.
Whenever she saw the boy and girl together for more than two minutes, she would find an excuse to call him away.
Her reason was simple and straightforward: she wanted to observe carefully.
This observation lasted for a week. Yuzuru and Hanatori Fengzuki didn't talk to each other properly for the whole week. And when he and Aoi Takura played together, Yukiko didn't react at all.
A black helicopter passed overhead, the sound of propellers echoing in the mountains and fields. Under the helicopter, the car that had been involved in the accident was tied up with steel cables and pulled away.
The road through the snow country is clear.
On the way back, they met Miyamoto Yukiko who came to look for them.
"Hurry up, it's time to go." Xuezi waved from a distance.
Yu Xian was chatting and laughing with Hua Niao Feng Yue.
Seeing this scene, she came over and took Yu Xian away.
Back in the car, Miyamoto Yukiko still asked Yu Xian to sit next to her.
Hua Niao Fengyue has no objection to this. Yu Xian Zhisheng just explained to her that this is a woman who is a parent and is worried about her as a girlfriend.
Although at the beginning, she had a hot head and had a good impression of flowers, birds, wind and moon, but it was through the screen.
After all, Hanatori Fengyue is a girl in the entertainment industry. As for the chaos in the entertainment industry, Miyamoto Yukiko had heard about it from many people, and she was a little worried about Hanatori Fengyue.
Hua Niao Feng Yue smiled calmly, showing no fear at all.
Her battlefield is not only in the dance studio, in bed, but also in the kitchen.
In the days that followed, she was confident that she could coax the woman around and make her feel satisfied with herself.
Passing through the long county boundary tunnel is Snow Country.
This used to be Xuezi's hometown, and now it belongs to him too.
The car continued to drive forward and soon entered a country road.
The scenery in front of me suddenly became clear.
The plain wilderness, the farming and animal husbandry in the countryside, the sunshine is golden.
The scenery in the distance is the boundless sea.
The lighthouse of Chengdao stands on the edge of the sea.
The sea shines brightly in the afternoon sun, and the noise of motor boat engines echoes on the empty sea, exaggerating the brightness of the late autumn sun.
Rows of houses are sparsely located at the foot of the mountain.
Yuxian stuck his head out and looked at the scenery of Xuezi's hometown. He thought that when the earth is painted silver, it will be more beautiful here.
Miyamoto Yukiko's old residence is located in the small villa at the top of the terraced fields.
Along the gentle slope, the car stopped in front of the small villa.
Several people got out of the car one after another and looked at the mansion immersed in the autumn breeze.
"It's much better than expected." Yu Xian said softly.
Then he looked at Miyamoto Yukiko.
Miyamoto Yukiko was also looking at the mansion, but she was in a daze. A long time had passed, and things and people here had changed.
If she hadn't been childish, she probably would never have had the courage to come back here.
The scene stirred up emotions, memories flooded into my mind, and bursts of pain arose.
Yuxian Zhisheng came over, took her hand, and smiled quietly at her.
Miyamoto Yukiko smiled back, then took out the key from her wallet, took a deep breath, and opened the door lock that was already stained with green rust.
Luggage was brought up one after another, and the entrance was piled high.
It was just three o'clock in the afternoon, and the warm autumn sun was shining warmly in the courtyard, and the light seemed to shine through the silk.
There are two rooms on the first floor of the villa, which are as big as fifteen tatami and ten tatami respectively. There is also an English-style living room and the entrance is almost three tatami. The bathroom is different from the modern bathrooms in Tokyo, it is old-style.
There is a large wooden tub with firewood underneath to heat hot water.
In addition, there is a dining room and a kitchen. Going up the stairs to the second floor, there is a master bedroom with a large Western-style bed. This is where Miyamoto Yukiko's parents live. Their wedding photos are hung on the walls of the bedroom.
With age, the photos have turned yellow.
The third floor is a storage room filled with various items and cleaning tools.
"Yo Xi! Start cleaning!"
Yuzuru put on a sanitary hat, picked up a broom, and shouted like a Showa samurai duel.
The fallen leaves in the yard were swept clean and stacked together.
"The corridors also need to be mopped, who will come?" Miyamoto Yukiko poked her head out from the second floor.
"I'll do it!" Yuxian Zhisheng patted his chest.
"Please." Yukiko Miyamoto shrank back.
On the way to change tools, I met Hua Niao Fengyue who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Yuxian Zhisheng leaned over and bumped her butt with her buttocks. Huaniaofengyue wanted to flick him with the water on her fingers, but he ran away laughing.
There is a millstone placed on the dry well. Take off the millstone and put the bucket in to draw water. At first, the water appears turbid green, and then gradually becomes clear and transparent.
Yuxian soaked the rag in the water, raised his buttocks, and sprinted back and forth in the corridor like a hard-working Ikkyu brother.
"Hey! Hey!" He did it with great joy.
Until it hit Miyamoto Yukiko's soft calf with a snap.
Yuxian let out a childish exclamation, fell to the floor, and looked up at Miyamoto Yukiko who turned around: "What's wrong, Yukiko?"
"You go clean the dovecot, I'll do it here." Yukiko Miyamoto said, "Look back and see for yourself."
Looking back, the corridor is still dirty. This is because he is not strong enough and can only brush off the dust on the surface, but the mold spots are still there.
"Don't underestimate me." Yu Xian said solemnly, "What I need at this time is your encouragement."
"It's okay to encourage you, but you'll be in trouble until dark." Miyamoto Yukiko said, crossing her arms.
"That's okay, just sit down and rest. Please rely on me like a woman." Yu Xian said in a macho tone.
Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't help but laugh.
Perhaps in her eyes, he is not qualified to be a man.
Especially when he said this, he had already come up to her, like a sloth, hugging her thigh and rubbing his face back and forth on the stockings.
Yukiko Miyamoto pulled him off her body.
"Xuezi, I found that you don't love me anymore." Yu Xian said with childlike certainty.
"It has nothing to do with whether I love you or not. Don't delay dinner. Aren't you going to get up early and go fishing tomorrow?" Miyamoto Yukiko lifted up the stockings that he had pulled down a little.
Yuxian stood up dejectedly.
As soon as she put on her shoes and walked down the corridor, Miyamoto Yukiko was already scrubbing the floor vigorously. For a woman from a noble family, cleaning the corridor should be a very physical job. After all, this kind of work used to be done by servants.
Do.
'Would you like to go to town and hire a servant?'
But he soon gave up this idea.
Because while he was thinking, Miyamoto Yukiko had already pushed the corridor back and forth, moving like a bulldozer as the wind blew fallen leaves, and the mildew spots everywhere disappeared with the painful sound of the wooden boards creaking.
It even felt like she would scratch the floor.
Yuxian swallowed his saliva.
I have to admit that the violence of this Valkyrie really makes people feel safe.
There is a dovecote in a corner of the yard, but it is empty.
A long time ago, pigeons were kept here.
In an era before electronics became widespread, Miyamoto Yukiko's grandfather and grandmother used pigeons as elves to send words of missing their granddaughter to Tokyo.
This is a habit that has been left since childhood, which is why Miyamoto Yukiko likes his handwritten letters so much. Not only is the handwriting beautiful, but also because you can touch it with your hands and feel the heart of the sender.
That intention is a sky that can be savored over and over again.
Yuzuru quickly cleaned the pigeon loft, and when he looked back, Miyamoto Yukiko had also finished cleaning and was staring at him in a daze.
Feeling his gaze, Xuezi turned her head to the side.
Soon, she returned to the house, got a basin of hot water, and waved to Yuxian Zhisheng, asking him to come over.
"Are you tired?" Miyamoto Yukiko twisted the towel with her hands.
"It's not tiring, it's fun." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
Miyamoto Yukiko nodded, took him over, and wiped his face with the warm towel she had just wrung out.
"Doo doo doo doo~" Yuxian made such a cute sound under the towel.
"Do it again, Yukiko." He said eagerly.
"Woo-doo-doo~" So it happened again.
It's not that Yukiko Miyamoto really doesn't love him anymore, it's just like a submarine, lurking under the surface of the sea.
"Xuezi, don't you like the girlfriend I'm talking to?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
Yukiko Miyamoto shook her head.
"It's too early, I'm a little panicked." She looked at the only boy in her life and said softly, "It's really too early, I even think, are you taking revenge on me?"
Yu Xian's childish heart skipped a beat, and he was startled.
However, Yukiko Miyamoto did not discuss this topic too much.
"Do you still want to wipe your face?" she asked.
"Of course!" Yu Xian said loudly.
This time she was a little stronger, with a small evil smile, but it was also affectionate. Yu Xian was in her arms, squinting her eyes and enjoying it.
After wiping my face, I took a deep breath of fresh air.
Xuezi, who had just cleaned the house, was sweating. The strong feminine fragrance on her body became thicker the closer it was to her lower abdomen, and it was mixed with the smell of medicine.
"Xuezi, where have you been in the past two days, and what kind of medicine have you applied?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
Miyamoto Yukiko's face turned red all of a sudden and she stood up.
At night, night falls, and the moist breath hits our face.
After dinner, everyone took a bath one after another.
The first person to take a bath was Yukiko Miyamoto.
According to the traditional Japanese concept, men take a bath first, and then women take a bath.
Yu Xian's child didn't like this tradition.
So Yukiko Miyamoto, the hostess, was the first to take the bath, followed by Kaori Fugetsu, and then Aoi Takatsura.
After Tian Kongkui came out, he went in to take a bath.
The bucket was about one meter deep, and it was still warm when you went in. There was mist with the scent of roses all around. Yu Xian stood up, added a few pieces of firewood to the fire under the bucket, and then put it comfortably.
The towel covered his face.
The water temperature gradually warmed up, and the water mist became blurry.
The lights in the small villa were all on, Miyamoto Yukiko added lamp oil to the stone lantern in the yard, and Yu Xian was lying on the bathtub, watching her through the steaming mist.
Even wearing a loose yukata, she couldn't hide her beautiful figure.
That beautiful shadow is like a dream, yet so real.
"I don't know if it's because I don't know dreams, but wandering people chase phantoms." Yu Xian murmured to himself childishly.
After taking a bath, he stood up and found a hair stuck to his thigh.
This is not about flowers, birds, and romance, because she doesn't have it.
It's even more impossible to belong to Takashi Aoi, because she hasn't reached the age of development yet.
"Then there is only one truth."
Yuxian Zhisheng washed his hands and sat down the corridor with them leisurely.
The dark night sky overhead was filled with twinkling stars.
Hanatori Fengyue, who was wearing a plain yukata, handed a piece of cut watermelon to his hand with a smile.
Yuxian's child curled up one of his legs, leaned back and ate a watermelon.
"Who's going to vomit the farthest?" While Miyamoto Yukiko was going to wash clothes, he raised his eyebrows at Hua Niao Feng Yue.
Hua Niao Fengyue nodded in agreement.
"Puff~"
"puff!"
Naturally, Yu Xian's childishness won. Girls are reserved and will look cute when spitting out melon seeds. It's impossible for them to be as careless as him.
Following the direction where the watermelon seeds fell, Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the dead tree in the yard: "What is that?"
Hua Niao Fengyue looked at it intently and shook his head: "I can't tell."
Yu Xian jumped down the corridor, ran towards the tree, and strolled back again, with a very excited face: "It's a kite, what's hanging on the tree is a kite."
The kite was badly damaged.
Where did the kite come from, and how long has it been?
It just hides in the branches and accompanies the trees as they grow old.
He thought so.
At that time, Miyamoto Yukiko was still a little girl.
Or maybe, it was the kite Miyamoto Yukiko flew when she was a child.
Yuxuan ran to the room and told Miyamoto Yukiko about the incident.
"Is it a carp kite?" Yukiko Miyamoto said.
"Yeah!" Yu Xian's childish eyes twinkled.
"What color?"
"Although it's faded, you can still see the red color in the corners."
"Ah" Miyamoto Yukiko raised her face, thought for a while, seemed to remember something, and nodded, "That is indeed the kite I flew when I was a child."
It has been ten years since today.
Ten years later, it's still there.
Yuxian was so excited that he said as if he had found a treasure: "Xuezi, I want to take it off and repair it."
"In this way, it is also the kite of my childhood."
