Miyamoto Yukiko has always adopted a pampering family policy towards him, because this boy is very sensible, and unless he touches her bottom line, it is possible to adopt a punishment strategy.
Hearing Yu Xian's childish request, she didn't think much and simply turned around. But just halfway through, she suddenly realized something was wrong - turn around and show you, what do you want to see?
Even though Miyamoto Yukiko would always lose a few points of IQ in front of Yuxian Zhisheng, at this moment, she also noticed his little thoughts in an instant. She quickly turned around and glared at Yuxian Zhisheng.
Yu Xian was staring expectantly, but he saw her turn back and raised her head in surprise, just in time to meet her shy and annoyed expression.
——Big eyes staring at small eyes.
Miyamoto Yukiko frowned, folded her arms, and looked down at him: "Children, is your butt itchy?"
Yuxian swallowed his saliva.
He was so anxious that he really thought Xuezi was a fool.
Xuezi is not his girlfriend. This request is really ambiguous, and the purpose is too obvious. Sima Zhao's intentions are known to everyone, and the sound of this little calculation can be heard in Hokkaido.
Fortunately, Miyamoto Yukiko didn't get angry this time.
Sister Xuezi stared at him with reproachful eyes for a while, frowned and turned back to the fitting room.
Of course she knew what Yuxian's purpose was.
She is a simple girl, but simplicity does not mean stupidity.
She did a good job, not using words to expose him or pulling his ears.
This is a good way of education. On the surface, it calms down the problem, but in fact, it puts all the pressure on him and lets him figure it out on his own.
She also learned this from the book "Understanding Boys".
Another point mentioned here is that it is normal for boys in adolescence to be interested in older people of the opposite sex.
As expected, this happened to Yuxian Zhisheng, which shows that he is a healthy and normal boy.
Miyamoto Yukiko looks stern on the surface, but she is secretly happy in her heart - her cute mood is probably the same as when we used instruments to recreate the scientific experiments in the textbook: Wow, it's true!
But this kid is getting more and more arrogant. He actually dared to mention it to my face, and even coaxed me to come over with the slogan of buying me clothes. I need to think of a way to break his spirit!
Miyamoto Yukiko angrily changed into her winter skirt while thinking this in her heart. Just as she put on her warm coat, she was stunned again. Through the point under the curtain, she could still see Yu Xian's childish feet.
film.
The shadow remained motionless on the spot.
Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly became a little worried. Yes, she exposed him silently. Although she didn't say it on the surface, they both knew it. She was worried that his manly self-esteem would be shattered by her.
This child has always wanted to save face in front of him. What if he never recovers and abandons himself and becomes a monk to become a monk?
Although a Japanese monk can also marry a wife, what if he takes the international route? Regarding sexual topics, a boy will never tell an adult, which is very embarrassing in itself.
Yukiko Miyamoto, I’m anxious.
She quickly arranged her clothes, picked up her jeans, and walked out to look at Yu Xian's child.
Well. He didn't cry.
Hmm. You seem to be still laughing?
"Sister Xuezi?" Yuxian raised his head naively.
"Huh?" Yukiko Miyamoto was curious about what he would say.
"Sister Xuezi, are you thinking wrong?" Yu Xian smiled naively, very seriously, and sighed affectionately, "What I want to see is not your body, but your beauty."
Miyamoto Yukiko was startled, then took steps slightly annoyed.
It’s no use worrying about this brat! If you find an opportunity, you must frustrate his spirit!
Yuxian Zhisheng knew that she was annoyed and hurriedly followed her, holding her hand and shaking her, and saying nice things to coax her. The most adorable thing about Miyamoto Yukiko is that she is easy to coax.
"What I said is true. By the way, Yukiko, don't you want to take care of children in the future?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"I'm taking care of the child right now!" Yukiko Miyamoto said angrily.
"No, I'm not talking about me, but the child of me and Little Flower Bird." Yu Xian said naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
She likes children, especially babies, and is very interested in them.
"What do you mean?" Yukiko Miyamoto raised her eyebrows.
"Xuezi, you can definitely give birth to a boy. I like boys, so I plan to tell the little flower bird and let her develop a figure like yours."
"Covering one's ears and stealing one's bells." Miyamoto Yukiko said, it seems that she also knows a little bit about Sinology.
"Everyone must have something to look forward to," Yu Xian said with a childish smile.
"So having children is what you think is wonderful?" Yukiko Miyamoto poked his arm.
Yuxian dodged past in a childish and slippery way, and said with a smile: "Yes, isn't it wonderful to have children? It's a lively litter of eight, and I can afford to raise them!"
"I can't afford it!" Yukiko Miyamoto shouted.
"I didn't let you raise her, or do you plan to give birth to her yourself?" Yu Xianzhisheng tried back and forth on the edge of death.
Miyamoto Yukiko stared at him with squinted eyes, grabbed his ears, and carried him to the cashier. Yu Xian screamed in pain along the way, but Yukiko didn't let go.
In front of the checkout counter, Takashi Aoi was waiting for them.
Seeing this scene, she begged for mercy again.
Even though she begged for mercy, Yukiko Miyamoto did not let go.
"Are you going to say that again in the future?" She grabbed the feather string and walked towards her, "Look at me and say it!"
"I don't dare anymore." Yu Xian said naively, her ears turned red.
Miyamoto Yukiko was sulking all the way, and even forgot to return the jeans hanging on her elbows. She happened to walk to the cashier, and the lady at the cashier was about to take it from her hand.
"Sorry, I didn't plan to buy this." Miyamoto Yukiko came back to her senses.
"Go ahead and buy it." Yuxian Zhisheng hugged her thigh and said pitifully, "You also need new clothes for the Chinese New Year."
He just saw it.
The moment Yukiko Miyamoto turned around and returned to the fitting room.
Even though it only lasted a few seconds, the image still came to mind.
Sister Xuezi, domineering!
Sister Xuezi, mighty!
He was in a daze outside because he was shouting in his heart.
It is an existence that cannot be seen at a glance. It is absolutely beautiful. Whether it is a smiling face or a peach butt, these cannot be used to describe it. It is too vulgar.
What Yu Xianzhisheng said is true. Translated into Freud's sexual instinct, her buttocks definitely meet the most extreme beauty requirements in sexology.
"No." Yukiko Miyamoto returned the clothes to the cashier.
The little man on her legs disappeared. She turned around and found that Yuxian Zhisheng took out his small wallet and bought these pants.
"New Year's gift." Yu Xianzhisheng raised the bag in front of her, "I love you, Sister Xuezi."
Miyamoto Yukiko licked her lips a few times, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't. She sighed softly, took it, and took his hand by the way.
"I don't know how to wear it," she said softly as she got off the escalator.
"That doesn't stop me from loving you, Sister Xuezi." Yuxian jumped up and down childishly.
Miyamoto Yukiko curled her lips, turned her head and chuckled.
After shopping for clothes, it was ten o'clock in the morning and it was not yet time for lunch.
Yukiko Miyamoto took her two children to take a family photo.
The place where I took the photo was right next to the department store, and there was a plaque with the name "Kawamura Photo Studio" hanging on it. It looked like it had been there for many years.
Growing up, before the Miyamoto family went to Tokyo, Yukiko, her father, mother, grandparents, and a large group of relatives from collateral branches took pictures here.
Miyamoto Yukiko stood downstairs, staring blankly at the plaque.
Yuxian Zhisheng knew that she was in love again, so he hurriedly pulled her in to wake her up.
"Family photo, three people!" Yu Xian said loudly.
"Here we come! Master!" The voice sounded very much like Itakura's, but it was not Itakura's photographer who came out. It was an elderly man who came over holding a JEC brand color film camera.
He turned on the lights, pointed to the stuffed tiger prop next to him, and asked, "Do you want your child to ride a tiger? It's very majestic. Just add an extra 50 yen coin."
Yu Xian's naive child was so angry that you treat me like a three-year-old!
Being fed milk by Miyamoto Yukiko every day, he has already grown into a teenager, and a junior high school student is not as tall as him.
The old photographer said "Oh", put on his reading glasses, moved the props away, replaced it with a chair, made an invitation gesture, and said: "Then please, young master, sit here with your mother."
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"He is not my son." Yukiko Miyamoto hurriedly denied.
"I'm not her son!" Yu Xian sat on the chair with his legs crossed.
The photo shoot started.
The first photo is of Miyamoto Yukiko sitting with two children standing on both sides of her, like a single woman with two children, but she is young and beautiful, which makes people imagine.
The second photo shows her sitting on another chair, holding Aoi Takashi in her arms, and Yuzuru sitting alone on another chair. It looks like one of the children is not loved.
Third photo.
"I want to sit on your lap too." Yu Xian said naively.
"Go and sit there." Yukiko Miyamoto raised her chin at the prop tiger and suppressed a smile, "Don't you want to leave regrets in your childhood?"
Yu Xian's childishness really doesn't want to leave any regrets in his childhood, but if others see him sitting on such a thing even though he is already a teenager, he will probably be laughed at and said to be childish.
However, wouldn't it be more childish to sit on Yukiko's lap?
Takashi Aoi is only 9 years old, so she is suitable, but he is obviously not suitable.
Yu Xian was childish, saying that he was childish, and regardless of her obstruction, he sat down on her lap, hugged her neck like a little raccoon, and looked at her pitifully.
"Sit down, sit down." Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't stand his coquettishness.
"Look at the camera," the old man said.
Yu Xian's childish movement was in her arms.
"Aren't you shameless at all?" Miyamoto Yukiko stared at the camera with a smile on her face, squeezing words between her lips and teeth.
"I won't be polite to you." Yuxian almost bit her ear.
Yukiko's ears are very sensitive, even more sensitive than her feet.
When she was a child, her mother often covered her ears every time there was thunder.
Ears are her most safety-conscious organ.
Yuxian's childish breath blew on her ears and entered the auricles.
Miyamoto Yukiko's face turned red and she pinched his butt lightly.
Eventually, the photo freezes in a strange way.
Miyamoto Yukiko's cheeks were red with embarrassment and her eyes were lowered. Yuzuru's naive mouth opened in surprise because of the attack on her butt, while Tazora Aoi was obedient and quiet.
After washing it out, the old man looked at it and said it was New Waveism.
"Let's film it again. I will be honest this time." Yu Xian said innocently.
The camera turns over again and it’s the last photo.
Yu Xian's child didn't look at the camera, only looking at Xuezi's profile.
The flashlight passed over her face, and the flash overlapped with the pupils, slightly lighting them up. An indescribable beauty made Yu Xian's childish heart beat.
This kind of beauty reminded him of Xuezi's crimson cheeks reflected in the white snow when she came back in the morning.
Only when the photos are developed later will you understand how straightforward his eyes are.
"Come down." Yukiko Miyamoto pushed him and touched her face curiously. The child had been staring at her unblinkingly since just now, as if he was in a daze.
She paid for the photos and also paid for the photography.
After the photos were handed to her, she stared at one of them for a long time, then she took out this one and put it in her wallet.
"Let's go, childish," Miyamoto Yukiko said.
Yu Xian was awkward and refused to leave. He said, "I want to take pictures with you."
"Didn't you take a picture of it?" Miyamoto Yukiko raised the small brown paper bag in her hand.
"I mean, just the two of us alone."
Miyamoto Yukiko thought about it and agreed.
The two people stood under the spotlight, holding hands.
Yukiko Miyamoto:178CM.
Yu Xian Jiaosheng: 165CM.
Height difference: 13CM.
Tokyo Tower at this time: 332.6m.
The Tokyo Skytree currently under construction: 132m.
Final height of Future Skytree: 634m.
Both of them are growing up, moving towards the people and places they yearn for.
The flash is pressed and the photo is developed.
Staring at the gentle and dignified Xuezi in the photo, Yu Xian was childish and suddenly felt in a trance.
In the previous dream, the faces of the mother cat and the little girl overlapped and turned into Xuezi's cheeks.
At around 12 noon, it’s time for lunch.
After a lot of confusion, Yukiko Miyamoto took them to a small shop with lanterns hanging on it. It was said to be an old shop where Yukiko often came here to drink lemon soda when she was a child.
There are photos posted on the wall of artists who came to visit, as well as photos of singers and the owner, which proves that the taste of this restaurant is not bad.
Miyamoto Yukiko ordered the side dishes: cold tofu, butter cuttlefish, fried fish, beef stew with potatoes, and pickled radish.
"The pickled radish here is delicious." Yukiko Miyamoto said, and then handed the menu to Yuzuruo.
Yu Xianjisheng added two pieces of fried dried fish, ordered a drink called Green Apple Sour, and ordered another fish cake slice. After thinking about it, he ordered another five-meal set meal, which included: five-meat rice +
Miso soup + ice cream.
A half-grown man is living in poverty, and he is at the age where he has a big appetite.
"Why is it called five-eye rice?" He asked because he didn't understand.
"Gome rice is a rice made of five ingredients: chicken, burdock, carrots, shiitake mushrooms and konjac stewed in stock, and then added with Koshihikari rice." Miyamoto Yukiko said.
"So that's it." Yu Xian nodded his head. He thought that 'eye' meant eyes, and he thought that he might be able to see five grilled fish stuck on the rice and look up at the stars.
Soon, the waiter brought lemons, a lemon juicer, bottles of soda, ice cream, and beer glasses filled with bob soda.
The lemonade here needs to be squeezed by yourself.
Miyamoto Yukiko said that when the store was small, the boss would squeeze the customers. Later, the customers wanted to squeeze the food themselves, and the boss is now busy, so the rules have changed.
She picked up the lemon squeezer, put the cut lemon slices in it, then squeezed it up and down, and started to squeeze the lemon, while Yu Xian watched innocently.
"Add soda into it," Yukiko Miyamoto ordered, "according to the proportion posted on the wall."
"Is that enough?" Yuxian fell a little childishly.
"It's not enough, pour it again, pour it again." Yukiko Miyamoto said, "Okay, that's enough."
She unscrewed the cap of the juicer and poured the liquid into the cup. The three people held the cups and toasted, wishing each other a Happy New Year.
"It doesn't taste as good as when I was a kid." Yukiko Miyamoto said softly.
"It's because I couldn't drink often when I was a child, but now that I'm an adult, I can drink as much as I want," Yu Xian said naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko thought for a while and accepted his statement.
She drank lemon juice and her eyes fell on a stage play poster on the wall. She had seen this stage play. It was the stage play "The Picture of Women" adapted from Izumi Kyoka's novel of the same name. In it, Azu was seriously ill.
She was lying in bed and didn't want to live anymore. The teacher's lady came to visit her and gave her a purple collar.
Azu said a famous line: "I have become attached to the floating world."
Because of the Chinese New Year, the restaurant was full of people, as if it was about to burst into flames.
People put the shopping bags they bought for the New Year at their feet, almost three handbags for each person, which contained cotton-padded jackets, ingredients for dinner, special offers and fireworks for the children.
The air is filled with the smell of stew, barbecue smoke, and the constant sound of voices.
The three of them integrated well into the environment and chatted happily.
Miyamoto Yukiko held up her cheeks and stared at the childish Yu Xian in the rising mist. She seemed to be drunk, and her voice was very soft and gentle: "Miss Atsuta, I have also become attached to the floating world."
