November 8th is the solar term, the beginning of winter.
In the early morning, the sleepy Yu Xian sat up on the sofa.
I looked outside and saw that it was still dark, so I turned over and slept for half an hour.
Start running.
As he ran, he wanted to pee.
So I stood by a lotus pond and peed.
Suddenly someone screamed, "Come here, come here, come here, the idol is peeing!"
So, all of a sudden, I was frightened and woke up.
Yuxian jumped off the sofa and went to the bathroom to pee full of resentment.
'Asshole, what's wrong with the idol? Isn't the idol a human being?'
While he was peeing, he was complaining about the bastards in his dream.
Go to the window sill and look outside.
There was mist floating on the mountainside, and a light was on. It was the grocery store in the small town.
The sun has not risen and the sky is gray and blue.
The terraces are connected to a pine forest, and beyond the pine forest is the sea. Standing on the second floor, the height of the sea level is just up to his chest.
Farther away are the mountains at the county boundary.
The tranquil Japanese scenery looks like a movie scene.
beginning of winter.
The breath that hit my face was getting colder and colder.
Yuxian put on the New nce840 running shoes that Xuezi bought for him, put on the jacket that Huaniaofengyue had cleaned last night, and went out for a morning run.
Before going out, he suddenly wanted to see Yukiko Miyamoto's sleeping face.
So he wandered into her room, leaving the door unlocked.
Outside the window, the morning breeze is climbing up little by little, shining on the river. It also illuminates the fifteen-bed master bedroom lightly and brightly. The light reflected from the water surface shines on the innocent and peaceful sleeping person.
Woman's face.
In the room between the blue and the dimness, her skin burned as coldly as snow.
She was lying flat on her back, breathing evenly and quietly.
Yu Xian walked to the end of the bed and looked down at her feet sticking out from the quilt.
They were a pair of nostalgic feet, or jade-like feet, as if the clear spring water flowing from the cracks in the rocks had moistened the skin and gave it a pink sheen.
Human feet, like faces, have complex expressions.
Yu Xian's child touched her feet with his fingers. Even though she didn't wake up, the snow-white feet still retracted into the bed, like a shy pink hermit crab on the beach.
He touched another snow-white foot again, and this time he grabbed the ankle and she couldn't retract it.
But the strength coming from his hand showed that she was struggling, so he curled his lips helplessly, as if he had found a fun toy and reluctantly let it go.
Yu Xian stood up and looked up. When sleeping, Xuezi's hands were resting on the quilt. What a girlish sleeping posture. Only her shoulders and hands were exposed. The nails on her hands were trimmed.
She is very beautiful, wearing light red nail polish. When she gets up in the morning, will she apply it again?
It would be nice if I could apply it on her, as well as her feet.
But why are the fingernails painted with light red nail polish, but there are purple oil marks remaining on the toes?
This just proves that Miyamoto Yukiko is indeed pure and innocent on the outside, but in an unknown place, a realm that even he cannot reach, she possesses her own desire for beauty.
If you can make it bloom, what will the fruit look like after blooming?
Yu Xian was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the beautiful scenery without noticing the expression on his face.
He carefully savored the wonderful experience brought by the beauty of human body structure, and there were waves of drums in his chest. At this moment, even his soul was shaking.
Unable to bear to watch any more, he got up and left.
Leaving behind the thin and small petal-like nails.
Those delicate and round shoulders show a spherical shape.
That pure and elegant, relaxing and huge wave that slides along the shoulders and on the chest.
There are also black hair that are slightly purple in the morning light, and the shadow of falling light.
"My loneliness permeates the pure light and shadow." Yu Xian said softly in his heart.
Miyamoto Yukiko didn't want him to sleep with Hanatori Fengyue because she was worried that they would do bad things.
At the same time, she did not agree to continue sleeping with Yuxian Zhisheng, not minding the misunderstanding between Huaniao Fengyue.
As a child, Yu Xian could only sleep with Aoi Takashi in his arms.
However, Takura Aoi was a very light sleeper, and he always liked to kick around the quilt, so the nest had to be moved to the sofa.
Fortunately, no matter how Miyamoto Yukiko tried to stop her, there was always a chance while she was asleep.
Yu Xian wandered into Hua Niao Fengyue's room and slowly woke her up.
The flower, bird, wind and moon fan stared, rubbed his big eyes, and had an unhappy expression on his face. But when he saw that it was his boyfriend, the resentment disappeared in an instant.
Yu Xian raised his finger to signal her to be silent, then held her in his arms and sucked her thin lips.
"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." She whimpered.
"You are just like a bird." His lips hurt from being pecked.
Then he breathed heavily.
"I agree with your statement." Yuxian said naively, "Birds all have a mysterious homing instinct."
"Would you like to come in and take a nap?"
"I'm going for a run, are you going?"
"No, I want to continue sleeping and then cook for you. When will you come back?"
"About an hour."
"Then I will sleep for another half hour. Each of you likes to eat different things, so you must prepare them in advance."
"Actually, there's no need to be so careful," Yu Xian said naively.
"But I still want to do my best."
Hua Niao Feng Yue showed a cute smile that said, "It can't be helped." Then she covered her face with the quilt and continued to sleep.
After Yu Xianzhisheng tidied up the quilt for Tian Kongkui, she went out for a run.
The path in the forest leads to the outside of the villa, and the air is fresh.
As the sun rises higher and higher, the dark mountains gradually turn into the color of white snow, ethereal and lonely.
In the fields, children who got up early were carrying schoolbags and walking on their way to school.
Among them, Yu Xian is the tallest boy and is the king of children.
"Don't you need to study?" a child asked.
"I want to study, but there's nothing I can do about it," Yu Xian said naively.
The kid stared at him with an expression like 'This guy is so pitiful'.
In order to express his sympathy, he gave the tree branches he picked up on the road to Yuxian Zhisheng.
This is a beautiful branch, and Yu Xian is very excited about it.
In return, he gave the orange in his pocket to the child.
I ran around the street and looked down at my watch. It only took 45 minutes.
The sun has risen and there are more people walking on the road.
Yuxian Zhisheng marked several fishing spots and returned leisurely.
"Dedicate your sincere Type B and Type A people to everyone." The blood donation car passed by him, and the sound of the loudspeaker flowed over.
"Please support Mr. Ueno! He has never let us down!" A man in a suit standing on the mayor's election car shouted with a microphone. He glanced at Yuzuru, "Please support Mr. Ueno!"
Yu Xian childishly ignored him, raised a branch and knocked on the flowers and plants on the road.
Two girls in junior high school uniforms passed by. One of them looked back at him, then turned back and pulled her companion's shoulder to make her look back.
"So handsome."
"Which school are you from?"
"They don't look like the boys in our school. They are from big cities."
Unexpectedly, he was not recognized, and Yu Xian felt a burst of joy.
He waved the branch in his hand and went to the grocery store to buy soda pop and corn kernels.
A girl of thirteen or fourteen is reciting poems from the "Man'yoshu".
"Are you missing the late emperor's daughter?"
"From the well covered with Cochin trees."
"Chirping and flying into the distance."
Next to her sat her sister, leaning against the door of the grocery store and knitting with needlework.
"You're here!" My sister put down the poetry collection.
"Well, it tastes like lychee or blueberry." Yu Xian was standing at the door of the grocery store. This was not his first time here and he was familiar with the road.
The younger sister was holding a ball of wool in her hand, watching the yarn shrinking little by little. She raised her head and glanced at Yu Xian, expressionless.
"What's wrong with Lizi?" Yu Xian said naively.
"It's the same thing about my father's death. She also wants to drop out of school and run a store business like me." My sister whispered, "A total of 320 yen."
Yu Xianzhisheng handed the thousand yen bill into her hand and reminded: "There are also corn kernels."
"The corn kernels come from my own land, so I won't charge you any money." My sister said, "Are you going fishing today?"
"Yes." Yuxian nodded naively.
"How are your fishing skills?" My sister was very curious.
"Master, I can only describe myself this way." Yu Xian held out his chest.
"I'm looking forward to it." My sister said seriously.
"When I catch a big fish, I will give you corn kernels in return!" he said, and then walked up to his sister, "Hey, Lizi, how much does the sweater you knitted cost?"
"You can't afford it." My sister remained expressionless.
"It's a joke, just bid!" Yu Xian said with dissatisfaction.
My sister held it back for a while and finally came up with a price of three thousand yen. For this poor girl, perhaps this was already a sky-high price.
"I made a reservation. I'll pick it up after knitting it." Yu Xianzhisheng handed a thousand yen bill to her.
"But this is a sweater worn by women."
"Do you think we don't have a girlfriend?" Yu Xian said arrogantly.
My sister glared at him, took the money, and whispered thank you.
When I got home, the meal was already ready.
Including herself, Hua Niao Fengyue makes breakfast for four people, each one is different.
As a child, Yuxian ate bread and milk.
Since he came back, the milk supply has never stopped. Miyamoto Yukiko stipulated that he must drink a large glass of milk every day.
Takashi Aoi can only eat light nutritious meals, which are very laborious to make, but they are also very good. Mashed potatoes are covered with a layer of icing sugar, with heart-shaped soft-boiled eggs next to them, and soy milk.
She eats vegetable and fruit salad, which is nutritious, not fat, and good for the skin.
She is the most attentive to Miyamoto Yukiko.
Miyamoto Yukiko has had a bad appetite these days, so Hua Niao Fengyue will soak the rice in advance and cook glutinous rice porridge for her, paired with appetizing hot and sour kimchi.
"I'm starting."
The four of them sat in the living room of the mansion and started eating.
Hua Niao Fengyue ate vegetable salad and flirted with Yu Xian. She was wearing milky white pantyhose today, a pink skirt that just reached her thighs, bunny slippers on her feet, and a pair of ponytails.
The two were facing each other, and she kicked Yu Xian's childish legs and stepped on his knees.
But my boyfriend just keeps busy.
Master Xuezi was right next to him, so this kid didn't dare to act wild.
"Where did those crabs come from?" Yuxian Zhisheng quickly changed the subject.
"Ah, is it from the kitchen sink?" Hua Niao Fengyue moved her little white feet away and explained, "A car from the fishery came over just now. I went to buy hairy crabs and make crab roe noodles for you at noon."
This time is the last season to eat hairy crabs.
"That's great, I hate opening crabs the most." Yuxian said excitedly, "When I come back from fishing, I'll add another dish for lunch."
"Then make fish soup, she can eat it too." Hua Niao Fengyue looked at Tian Kongkui.
"Oh, by the way, you bought corn kernels?"
"Yeah, it's for fishing."
"Give me some and I'll make you corn croquettes for lunch."
"Yeah!"
I have to admit that Hua Niao Fengyue's cooking skills are indeed superb.
Some bread is just bread when you eat it. When you swallow it in your stomach, you don't remember it, and it doesn't remember you. But some bread is like first love, just like Dorayaki to Doraemon, chocolate biscuits to Crayon Shin-chan, once you eat it
If you go down there, you will never forget it.
The bread of Hua Niao Fengyue is exactly this kind of bread.
Soft and waxy, just like hers.
Yuxian sprinkled a layer of icing sugar on it, ate the rest of the bread, then picked up a small cake she baked and slowly melted it in her mouth.
Miyamoto Yukiko's breakfast was also eaten cleanly.
"You can rest, I'll wash the dishes." Yukiko Miyamoto said calmly to the little flower and bird.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious? Just praise her for how delicious it is." Yu Xian sat on the chair with his legs crossed.
"It's delicious, thank you." Yukiko Miyamoto's tone was unremarkable.
After breakfast, Hua Niao Fengyue brought black tea for everyone to taste.
Miyamoto Yukiko stared blankly at her reflection in the black tea.
In just a few days, she had already figured it out.
At home, the little flower bird can take care of everything, and outside, her beauty is impeccable.
As his wife, such a girl can show off to her guests.
Xuezi, you have been pampered since you were a child, do you feel sad about this?
At noon, Yu Xian returned from fishing.
Still a day in the Air Force.
He sat under the eaves of the corridor, looking at the blue sky, his handsome face facing the sun, so even the sun lost its color.
"I recall that when I was a child, I could open my eyes to the sun and see clearly everything." He murmured to himself.
Miyamoto Yukiko, who was drying clothes in the yard, looked back at him.
Yuxian took the small branch in his hand and aimed it at her butt like a gun.
"What is this?" Yukiko Miyamoto came over.
"My weapon, Yukiko." He said ostentatiously and handed it to Miyamoto Yukiko, "Now I want to give you my most beloved toy."
Yukiko Miyamoto will probably never understand the significance of a perfect branch to a boy.
She took it, cut it off, and threw it into the woodshed.
Yu Xian was left stunned.
In the evening, Yu Xian found a slender bamboo pole to reach the kite on the dead camellia tree.
But the frame of the kite was stuck in the dry gap and could not be reached.
He threw away the bamboo pole angrily and climbed up like a monkey, moving up the branches with nimble hands and feet.
Miyamoto Yukiko, who was looking for him, came under the eaves. Seeing this scene, her beautiful face suddenly changed color.
"Children, what are you doing? Come down quickly!" She ran over and shouted urgently.
"Don't be afraid, Xuezi!" Yuxian smiled wildly at her, and then continued to climb up.
His feet were hooked on the branches that branched out, stepping on the trunk, and his upper body was trying hard to reach the kite on the top, with a confident smile on his lips.
Hua Niao Feng Yue and Tian Kong Kui also ran out. Seeing him one or two meters away from the ground, their faces turned pale with fright.
Finally he reached the kite frame and was about to move it down, but when he came down, he accidentally stepped on a fragile branch. The branch broke in the middle, making a crisp crackling sound, startling the birds in the mountain.
Yu Xian's childish mind went blank. He hurriedly grabbed the branches next to him and broke them several times. He suddenly fell from the air. Miyamoto Yukiko used her hands to catch him, but it was still a step too late. He broke the last branch.
It fell straight to the ground.
My butt hurt so much that it almost split open.
"Kite, my kite." He rolled on the ground in pain, still thinking about the kite left on the tree.
Yu Xian was moved to Miyamoto Yukiko's bed, and when he opened his coat, his waist and buttocks were covered with purple scars, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
With tears in her eyes, Yukiko Miyamoto took out the medicine box and applied medicine to him.
When he was tired and fell asleep, she covered him with a quilt and walked out.
The next day, Yu Xian woke up from his childlike sleep, and there was a kite placed by the bedside. Originally, it only had its skeleton, but now it was red and bright.
Miyamoto Yukiko didn't sleep all night, took down a precious quilt from her parents' bed, stirred the glutinous rice paste, and clumsily glued the first kite in her life for him.
