Unlike the fast-paced Tokyo, in Yukiko's hometown, the pace of life here in Snow Country is very slow.
Outside is a world covered in silver, with the roar of snowmobiles on the streets and the occasional chirping of animals. It feels like you are very close to the mansion.
In the morning, Yuzuru, a young boy, was teaching Aoi Takara to draw. Next to him was the comic script of "Sailor Moon". Takara Aoi was learning it stroke by stroke, starting from the most basic parts.
She is very talented in painting, and the paintings she hides under her pillow are very beautiful.
"Let's finish painting here today. You can rest." Yu Xian said naively.
Tian Kongkui nodded obediently and rubbed her little hands that were red from the cold.
Yuxian Zhisheng put her hands in his sleeves, and the two stood in front of the window sill, looking at the snowy scenery of the distant mountains.
In front of the courtyard of the mansion, a bicycle bell rang.
Yukiko Miyamoto is back.
She untied her scarf, revealing her snow-white and rosy cheeks, looked up at the two children standing on the window sill, waved to them, and called to them: "Zongsheng, come down and help me unload the goods."
"Here we come!" Yuxian ran down naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko just came back from the morning market. In rural Japan, there is also a saying of going to market, called big market and small market. In rural China, it is called Feng market and back market. They are all organized and gathered by vendors voluntarily.
, there are sellers of vegetables, fruits, seafood, and cooked food in the market, which are not only cheap, but also fresh.
Yuxian looked down at the things she had bought, a big pumpkin, cowpeas, sorghum, cucumbers, a gourd, eggplant and green peppers.
It took him three times to carry these goods into the kitchen, but Yukiko Miyamoto only used one hand to take the goods off the bicycle.
"It's a pity that there are no candied haws." Yu Xian was full of regrets in his heart.
There is no candied haws, but there are octopus balls.
Miyamoto Yukiko called the two children to her and took out two packages of boxes wrapped in plastic bags from her arms, each containing six small octopus balls.
"This is as a reward for helping me deliver the goods." She said proudly.
This is the education method she learned from the book. The book is called "Understanding the Child's Mind". There is a sentence in it that mentions - letting children help with housework, even if it is just some small things, can enhance his sense of honor and cultivate
His sense of responsibility. But don’t forget to reward him afterwards.
Miyamoto Yukiko followed the example and experienced the joy of being a parent.
Yuxian Zhisheng was well aware of her little thoughts, and pretended not to understand at all, coaxing her: "Ah, I didn't expect there would be a reward, Xuezi, you are really good!"
Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't hide her smile and walked into the kitchen to cook triumphantly. Although there was no Bach accompaniment, her cooking posture seemed to be dancing.
The oil, icing sugar, and MSG seemed to be spinning with her dance.
Baize Toolman was right, as long as this woman was in front of him, her IQ would always drop a few notches.
Yukiko Miyamoto bought more than just this book, including "Raising Boys", "Learning to Respect Children", "Youth Rebellion Guide", and the last one was called "Understanding the Physical Structure of Boys".
Although it was placed at the bottom, after finishing "Understanding the Child's Mind", she was ready to read this book. She secretly read it on her bedside at night.
Breakfast is: toast, milk, pumpkin porridge, and the remaining two octopus balls.
Sister Xuezi stared at Yu Xianzhisheng as he finished the large glass of milk. She held up her cheeks and looked at the small Adam's apple in his raised neck.
She couldn't help but touch it with her hands.
Yu Xian, who was drinking milk, was touched and made a startled gurgle, and the milk overflowed from his mouth.
Xuezi brought a towel, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said sorry.
The Miyamoto family's family laws are very strict, and this woman knows very little about men.
She had only seen him in this world. If it hadn't been for him, she would never have known what boys' gadgets were like. When she went to a girls' school, the school had not taught these things.
"Next time you touch her, just say it. It scared me." Yu Xian said naively.
The Adam's apple that she touched felt itchy, a strange feeling.
Her fingers were like the magic queen's scepter, and her little Adam's apple was about to grow.
When the Adam's apple grows, he will also grow up.
The milk and her love will condense into a part of his flesh and blood and stay with him throughout his life.
After breakfast, get ready to go out.
"Have you changed your clothes?" Yukiko Miyamoto opened the door and said, "When you've changed, you're ready to go out."
"It's ready!" the two children said in unison.
"I'm buying new clothes!" Yuxian said excitedly, raising his arms.
"Yeah!" Tian Kongkui also raised his hand.
The two people raised their arms and circled around the room, flopping and hooting.
On the TV, the New Year's Eve episode "Last Year, Next Year" was replayed.
Miyamoto Yukiko turned off the TV, took a few pieces of warm baby, tore them open, and placed them on Takura Aoi's belly, arms, and lower back. She took another one and put it in her pocket.
Yu Xian Jiesheng also has the same configuration.
As for Yukiko Miyamoto, she doesn't need to warm the baby.
She picked up the two children who were all warmed up, one with her left hand and one with her right hand.
Walk to the yard, drive, and head to Niigata Prefecture.
As soon as the car started, the sound coming from the branches of the mansion, chirping, chirping, was exactly the same as what I heard in the morning.
"Is it a squirrel?" Yuxian stuck his head out.
The roots of their spread limbs were as soft as webs. He thought they were squirrels, but it didn't look like they were babies of white-cheeked flying squirrels.
They fluttered their downy wings and flew around on the branches.
"Do they need to warm the baby?" Tian Kongkui asked.
"I don't think they need it," Miyamoto Yukiko said.
"If you stick it, you won't be able to fly." Yuxian said naively, gesturing with his arms to express his wings vividly.
Nissan 240SX launched.
The wind blew from the white field below and passed by.
The winter sun is hot sometimes, and sometimes it is covered by clouds. Together with the snow on the ground, it changes color, sometimes it is icy and beautiful, sometimes it is filled with golden light.
The lonely platform in the wilderness is no longer lonely. There are bustling people on it, carrying luggage.
The car drove by.
Many men stared at this white car and said it was a good car.
Passing by the grocery store at the foot of the mountain, there were many customers in front of the store. Sister Lizi was very busy, constantly moving the goods out. Yu Xianzhisheng wanted to know how the sweater he bought from Sister Lizi was knitted.
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When we arrived at the county town, it was even more lively.
Men and women on the road were celebrating, women in fancy clothes, men who got drunk early in the morning, and piles of children running on the roadside, playing after cars.
When the car passed by the department store, there was a circus set up next to it. The roar of lions could be heard from inside. Children followed their parents and entered one after another.
The New Year atmosphere is vividly displayed.
At this moment, various celebrations are being held all over Japan.
In Nagano, people spread out straw mats and sit on them and play the shakuhachi.
In Yokohama, people play guqin at Sankei Garden.
In Aizu Castle, people play gagaku.
In Okinawa, people dance under the trees.
In the snow country, people soak in hot springs, make rice cakes and buy new clothes.
Yuxian wants to do everything as a child, and he will do whatever Xuezi takes him to do.
The car stopped in front of the department store.
In front of the department store, a song by Japanese comedian Akashi Saury was playing: "In the flower field, you and I." Next to it, an aunt was dancing, twisting her waist with a bucket.
Next to the building is a small cinema, with a poster for the 1978 American movie "The True Face of Death" and another one for "The Unknown 2".
All the way up the escalator is a sea of clothes.
There are clothes everywhere, placed on the shelves, in piles for customers to choose from. Not only are they cheap, but even if you don’t want them anymore, you can come back and exchange them.
Unlike those high-end stores in Ginza, Tokyo, this is a place where ordinary people buy clothes. Yuzuru likes this kind of place. He likes the excitement and dislikes loneliness.
"You choose your own clothes." Yukiko Miyamoto let go of his hand, "Just buy whatever you like."
The book says to respect children's aesthetics.
"I have no discernment. Sister Xuezi, can you help me choose?" Yu Xian took her hand again.
Miyamoto Yukiko thought to herself, 'I can't help it, this kid is so clingy.' She happily spun him around. Of course she wanted to dress him up with her own hands.
Then, she bought Yuxian a black sweatshirt with Donald Duck embroidered on it, which she paired with a pure white British-style cotton-padded jacket, loose velvet sweatpants, and a pair of green Adidas skate shoes.
For Aoi Takura, Sister Yukiko bought her a small purple cotton-padded jacket, paired with a pleated cotton velvet skirt, and a pair of the same purple skateboard shoes.
The neatly dressed Yu Xian and Tian Kong Aoi stood in front of her, holding hands.
The young man is handsome, sunny and handsome.
The girl has silver-white hair, skin like snow, and pure purple.
Not to mention Miyamoto Yukiko, the men and women passing by on the third floor couldn't help but stop and let out a sound of admiration when they saw the two of them.
If I didn’t know clearly, I thought they were models hired by a clothing store.
The boys and girls on the posters posted on the wall are not one percent as beautiful as these two.
The woman selling clothes tried her best to talk to Yukiko Miyamoto, trying to get them to stay here longer.
Miyamoto Yukiko nodded with satisfaction.
She picked up the winter hats on the shelf, gave each of them one, and put it on their heads.
Someone seemed to recognize Yuxian Zhisheng and wanted to talk to him. Yuxian Zhisheng got into the fitting room and hid for a while.
Fortunately, the people in the small county are simple and simple, not as crazy as Tokyo, and people leave quickly.
Yukiko Miyamoto paid the money and bought these two sets of clothes.
Then she continued shopping with her two children, observing the display windows. The display windows were very tasteful and unique. She learned how to decorate them and thought about how to make money in the future.
Yu Xian's naive eyes fell on the women's clothing area. There were many jeans worn by women on the shelves. He suddenly remembered what Yuan and Yilong said, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He got into Miyamoto Yukiko's arms, pressed his cheek against her belly, raised his face and looked at her: "Sister Yukiko, can you try on some jeans?"
"Why are you wearing that?" Miyamoto Yukiko was startled, then whispered: "It's too bad."
"What?" Yuxian Zhisheng didn't hear clearly.
"It's not comfortable to wear." Yukiko Miyamoto said.
Yu Xian's child wanted to see it even more.
She was still wearing a skirt today. Under the loose winter skirt, unless she bent over and squatted down, her figure could not be seen at all. He was really curious whether her figure was that exaggerated.
Jeans! Please help me!
"I'll go shopping with you and buy you some new clothes!" Yu Xianzhisheng grabbed her hand and pulled Miyamoto Yukiko over.
Miyamoto Yukiko looked helpless and was dragged by him slowly.
It wasn't that she didn't want to try on clothes. Her idea was that she wasn't going to get married anyway, so why would she buy it? She might as well save all the money and leave it to him. Young people grow up quickly and need new clothes every year.
Otherwise, it is not a family that does not enter the same house.
Yuxian's naive thoughts were exactly the same as hers.
He felt that he had a set of school uniforms outside and a winter coat was enough to keep her warm. It would be better to buy all the clothes for her. She would wear them beautifully and it would be worth the money.
They understand each other tacitly.
Yuxuan chose a pair of light-colored denim trousers, handed them to Miyamoto Yukiko, and looked at her expectantly.
"Why do I have to wear this?" Yukiko Miyamoto questioned a little.
He didn't dare to say that he beat Yuxian to death just to see her figure and to satisfy his curiosity.
He forced himself to calm down, endured his disappointment and said, "How about changing to another one?"
"That's it, I haven't worn it for a long time," Miyamoto Yukiko said.
Then she walked into the fitting room, and as soon as she took off her pure white coat and unbuttoned her skirt and was about to pull it down, Yu Xian barged in with all her might.
"What are you doing?" Yukiko Miyamoto was startled by him and quickly lifted her skirt up.
Yu Xian naively ignored her and lay on the ground along the cracks along the wall. His eyes were wide open, looking for something inch by inch. Then he scanned the wall again, not missing the hooks used to store clothes.
He stepped on the bench again to confirm that at this height, even if Yao Ming came, he would not be able to lean forward.
Then he clapped his hands with relief and jumped down from the chair.
"To protect you, Your Highness Yukiko."
Yuxian Zhisheng waved his hand and closed the curtain for her, "It's okay, you can change."
He couldn't trust the Japanese, especially in such private situations.
He had just checked carefully and confirmed that there was no pinhole camera. In fact, it couldn't be made with current technology, but he was just worried and couldn't rest assured until he saw it with his own eyes.
"Zhisheng, you are sick." Yukiko Miyamoto complained from inside.
Yu Xian, who was guarding the door, puffed out his chest proudly - if loving you is a disease, then I am already terminally ill.
After waiting for five minutes, the curtain opened.
"How's it going?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked him. She tried to lift it up out of habit, but she couldn't do it anymore. It was very tight.
She looked up at Yuxian Zhisheng, and found that the child was already stunned on the spot, and called him dissatisfied.
Yu Xian is really stupid.
It was a shock that couldn't be described in words. With such a domineering figure, all the statements on the clothing posters about using the latest super-elastic material disappeared in an instant.
The curves of the tightly wrapped thighs, from top to bottom, are like mountains piled with snow, unruly competing with the fabric for territory, so tight that not even a single pleat can be found.
She didn't wear a coat, and her upper body was just a pure white turtleneck sweater, which was undulating and tall.
The smooth transition from fullness to waist, the cardigan and jeans perfectly connected her slender waist, and it was so thorough that it could make any man admire her.
It can only be described as perfect, no other adjectives can be found.
If someone just wears a pair of jeans, it can kill you.
There is no one who is not crazy, just hold on!
This is just the front.
Yuxian Zhisheng suppressed the rapid beating in his chest and nodded calmly: "It's very beautiful, that Sister Xuezi. Turn around and let me take a look."
