"Of course I'll eat what you made." Yu Xian got into the car and put on his seat belt.
Miyamoto Yukiko stood motionless, looking at him in a daze: "Children, where are the little flowers and birds, haven't they come out yet?"
"It's almost Chinese New Year, she's going back to her hometown." Yu Xian said, lying on the car window.
Miyamoto Yukiko blinked and said lightly. No emotional reaction could be heard, but judging from her honest body, she was obviously relatively relaxed.
As Yu Xian's naive girlfriend, Miyamoto Yukiko faces it as the head of the family, and it is impossible to be without pressure.
If she is here, Miyamoto Yukiko herself needs to always pay attention to her personal image to prevent the little flowers and birds from thinking that this family composed of her and her child is strange.
As if seeing off a guest, her heartstrings were no longer tense, but slowly relaxed.
The car drove slowly, heading towards the Miyamoto family's mansion.
It was cold outside, but the air in the carriage was very warm. Yu Xian yawned, then lowered his head and hunched over, and naturally got into Miyamoto Yukiko's arms, just like going home.
Sister Xuezi is still wearing the pure white winter skirt today. It is thick and the lower legs are covered by cotton material. The Martin boots and her velvet gray thermal leggings can barely be seen.
The smell on it is very good.
There is the smell of sunshine and her body odor.
Miyamoto Yukiko's thighs were tickled by his breath. She drove with one hand and pushed him with the other hand, trying to get him up.
But Yuxian is so immature that he can't get up. This is Sister Xuezi who belongs to him alone in the world. He can't get enough of her. Her thighs are the warmest and safest place in the world.
He rubbed and rubbed, making Miyamoto Yukiko a little shy and slightly annoyed.
This kid had only been away from home for a day, and he was so clingy to her. What should she do in the future? She wanted to tug on his ears to make him be more honest, but she couldn't do it after all.
Perhaps, she herself enjoys this tenderness.
There is a child in his arms who is more important than his own life, and he is very well-behaved. It would be great if he didn't always bring girls home - it's not that he is not allowed to fall in love, it will happen sooner or later anyway, just look further
Well, it would be a good idea to talk about it a few years later, when your career is stable.
Miyamoto Yukiko often thinks about such things.
She can think of things in life quickly, but when it comes to him, she always thinks about it.
Miyamoto Yukiko held his ears between her fingers and stroked them back and forth, causing Yu Xian to fall asleep.
He was also very tired, his head was spinning rapidly when he was reading the information, and he had been acting for another day.
When he got home, when Yu Xian opened his eyes, he found that he was already soaking in the bathtub. He splashed nervously, feeling like Tang Sanzang was captured by a banshee.
When my brain reacted, I realized I was taking a shower.
Yukiko Miyamoto took off his clothes for him. He was still a boy after all, but she didn't care about his privacy at all. Why should a child care about privacy? Especially since he fell on his butt last time and she looked at it and touched it.
However, the familiar place could not be more familiar.
Regarding this, Yuxian Zhisheng said, very good.
After being looked at by Sister Xuezi, he was quite proud and even wanted to cross his arms and straighten his back.
After a while, the water temperature was still warm. Yukiko Miyamoto walked in with firewood in her arms, picked up the small ax next to her and started chopping firewood, then bent over and stuffed the firewood under the tub.
This scene is really a bit like a banshee cooking Tang Monk.
But if she is such a beautiful and capable banshee, little Tang Seng should be willing to be eaten by her. Sister Xuezi's cheeks were completely rosy by the fire, and her black hair was draped softly on her chest. Every time she
As she moved, her plump breasts would tremble, like a dance of flames.
Yuxian Zhisheng did not look away like before and said softly: "Thank you, Sister Xuezi."
Miyamoto Yukiko, who was putting down firewood, was slightly startled, raised her bright face, and stared at him curiously: "Who did you learn the name from?"
"That's what I want to call myself." Yu Xianzhisheng picked up the gradually heated water and poured it on himself, "I'm thirteen years old and you're twenty-three, so there's no problem in calling me Sister Xuezi!"
Miyamoto Yukiko lowered her head, did not speak, and just continued to put firewood.
"How about calling Yukiko's mother to come and listen?" Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly raised her head and said half seriously and half jokingly. It seems that she still hasn't given up on this.
Yuxian Zhisheng shook his head vigorously and spoke sternly: "Sister Xuezi, unless you beat me to death!"
"You're talking about life and death, why don't you just treat me like coaxing?" Yukiko Miyamoto muttered dissatisfiedly, her cheeks bulging and her lips rosy and bright.
Xuezi is already twenty-three years old, but the girlish childishness she sometimes reveals is not even noticed by herself. It just shows up naturally. What a lovely woman she is.
"If you don't call me mom, I will never have the chance to be a mother in my life." She sighed softly.
This is Miyamoto Yukiko’s dissatisfaction.
Since she is not planning to get married, she will not give birth to any offspring with any man.
Without offspring, there will never be a child to call her mother. This is a pity for a classical woman who grew up in a traditional family.
"Is the water hot?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked.
"hot."
"Turn your back and rub your back." Sister Xuezi rolled up her sleeves, her arms were white and tender.
In a few days, the Chinese New Year is coming, and Sister Xuezi wants to clear his name.
She said that she would take him and Xiaokui to the town tomorrow to buy them new clothes.
Yu Xian turned around and lay on the edge of the tub, with his back to her.
Miyamoto Yukiko picked up the dust cloth and rubbed it on his back gently. His head was in the air, and the air was cold, so from time to time, she would twist a hot towel and put it on his head to prevent him from getting cold.
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"Front, turn around." She squatted on the ground and washed the dust cloth.
When he got to that spot, Yukiko Miyamoto threw the dusting cloth to him and asked him to do it by himself.
Yu Xian, who was squinting his eyes like a little frog enjoying the sun, reluctantly opened his eyes and started to work little by little.
Miyamoto Yukiko did not leave, but turned around: "Okay, just call me."
This is a bit cover-up. It would be more natural if she didn't turn around.
"Ah." Yuxian called out childishly.
"Are you ready?" Yukiko Miyamoto turned around.
"No." Yu Xian's immature movements froze, "I just feel pain from rubbing."
"Then what's your name?!"
She glared and turned back in embarrassment.
Yu Xian laughed childishly.
After he had taken a bath, Miyamoto Yukiko took him out of the tub, rinsed him thoroughly with warm water, and then wrapped him in a thick cotton bath towel.
Under such careful care, even if he wants to catch a cold, he won't catch it.
Then, she used a hair dryer to dry his hair and put on her thick cotton pajamas.
The fragrant Yuxian is fresh and fresh.
"The food is in the kitchen. After eating, go back to the house and go to bed. I will clean up here." Miyamoto Yukiko pulled up a strand of hair hanging on her temples.
"I'll clean it up with you," Yu Xian said innocently.
"Go to bed quickly." Yukiko Miyamoto pushed him outside.
He just washed it, and there are water stains everywhere, otherwise he will get dirty again later.
"Children, wait." Sister Xuezi stopped him again.
"What's the matter?" Yuxian Zhisheng stood there.
Miyamoto Yukiko washed her hands, wiped them, hugged his head, put her beautiful nose in his hair, then moved it to his neck, and took a deep breath of his scent.
"It smells so good." There was a happy and satisfied smile on her face.
January 1st, the first day of the new year.
A heavy snow warning announcement was playing on the radio.
After two o'clock in the afternoon, distant thunder came from the western sky. The sound was like someone opening and closing the wooden window, back and forth.
Today is the day we agreed to watch the first snowfall together.
Xuezi went out to buy ingredients for hot pot and said she would be back soon.
Yu Xian, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, picked up a piece of hair, a long hair.
This must be Miyamoto Yukiko's.
Aoi Takashi's hair only reaches her shoulders, so it cannot be hers.
He wrapped the long hair around his finger, and while wrapping it, he thought of her lips, her delicate and white arms, her plump thighs, and the shocking curve under her winter skirt when she bent over.
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Speaking of which, she took the initiative to invite us to watch Chuxue together.
She probably didn't understand the meaning of Chuxue.
The first snow is the first snow of the year. In the eyes of many people, the first snow is very meaningful. The snow is pure white and symbolizes the purity and beauty of first love.
It is said that if you are with your loved one during the first snowfall, you will live happily together forever.
This of course refers to happiness in love.
Although Miyamoto Yukiko didn't understand that this was related to love, in her heart she held the wish for two people to live happily together forever.
Yu Xian was lying on the sofa, rolling around happily.
There was another burst of thunder.
There was thunder outside, and then it started to rain.
The rain seemed to be soaking everything, but when I walked down the corridor and observed it carefully, I realized that it was not rain, but raindrops mixed with fine sand-like snow.
It's snowing. Although it's not complete snow, it can be expected that the snow will get heavier and heavier.
Yuxian Zhisheng stood under the corridor, thinking anxiously: Xuezi come back soon! Come back soon!
At this moment, Yukiko Miyamoto must be rushing back on the road in a hurry!
Even if there is a difference of one minute or one second, when the heavy snow covers the sky and the earth, if the two people are not together, their wish to watch the first snowfall together this year will be completely over.
Just when he couldn't help but want to rush into the rain to find Yukiko Miyamoto, Sister Yukiko came back.
Her black hair, temples, and cheeks were all covered with rainwater.
She panted slightly, and her breath condensed into frost mist in the air.
It can be inferred how uneasy and anxious she felt when she saw the sleet.
The two of them sat on the porch, waiting for the snow to fall heavier and heavier.
Aoi Takura also ran out, and Miyamoto Yukiko held her in her arms.
Unfortunately, just when we were expecting the snow to fall heavier and heavier, the sleet and snow slowly stopped.
The sky and the earth were gray and vast.
Yuxian Zhisheng and Miyamoto Yukiko looked at each other.
Miyamoto Yukiko looked disappointed.
"It's a pity that I still didn't watch the first snow with you. I would have known better not to buy hot pot." She lowered her head and said.
"This is a good thing." Yuxian Zhisheng held back his breath and comforted her, "That was sleet, not real snow. This is an opportunity given to us by God."
Xuezi's eyes lit up.
"From now on, don't separate or go out." Yu Xian said naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko nodded seriously and stared at the mountains in the wilderness and the sea in the distance.
Soon, snow will cover the world.
Her eyes are so beautiful.
After eating hot pot in the evening, Tian Kongkui went to bed.
Yuxuan Zhisheng and Miyamoto Yukiko. These two people were sitting under the corridor, wrapped in quilts, looking at each other and smiling implicitly.
These are two fools, out-and-out fools, who are willing to wait until late at night for a snowfall.
The radio said it wouldn't snow until twelve o'clock at night.
So they really planned to wait until twelve o'clock.
However, in this short life, if someone is willing to accompany you until late at night, just to see a snowfall, and is willing to wait no matter how long it takes - how lucky and romantic is it?
The land of Snow Country is peaceful.
It seems that everything is waiting for the snow to come.
Twelve o'clock midnight.
One o'clock in the morning.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Xue seemed to be having trouble and refused to come.
I don't know when, Yu Xian, who was wrapped in a quilt, fell asleep leaning against Miyamoto Yukiko.
He had a dream.
I dreamed that I turned into a kitten and drank milk from the mother cat's arms. The mother cat's body was very warm. After he drank enough milk, he ran in circles in the living room. Every time he ran, his body
It was just a big circle, filling the entire room, and then he was held in the arms of a beautiful little girl.
"Meow meow don't cry. Meow meow don't cry." The little girl said these words, like hugging a baby and holding him in her arms.
"I'm not crying." He turned into a cat and said loudly.
"Meow meow doesn't cry, meow meow doesn't cry." The little girl is still saying this.
Then he heard a distant call.
As the dream trembled violently, it collapsed.
That clear, soft, urgent cry poured into his nerves, like light.
"The snow is coming, the snow is coming!"
He opened his eyes drowsily, rubbed them, and saw a vast whiteness in his eyes.
Snow, snow everywhere.
White snowflakes are flying in the gray night sky.
He wrapped his quilt tightly and sat side by side with Yukiko Miyamoto, looking at the heavy snowflakes flying in the sky.
He turned to look at Miyamoto Yukiko's side face.
Her cheeks are brighter and whiter than snow.
She was looking at the snowy scene without blinking, her eyes moist.
"How long have you been waiting for this first snow?"
He suddenly understood that feeling, the awkward feeling of a young man falling in love with a woman ten years older than him.
