Fine snow fell all over the ground, and a considerable part of the branches were piled under the corridor.
Under the eaves of the gray eaves and black tiles, the young man holds a bamboo sword in both hands and is practicing Su Zhen, which is the most basic striking move in kendo and has almost become a required course for him.
Whenever he got up, he would practice 300 times until his arms became weak, then wipe his body clean, and then ask Miyamoto Yukiko to get up.
In winter, Xuezi would get up an hour later. This was one of the habits of a young lady that she had not yet given up. Yuxian had no objection to this, but was able to prepare her own meals and at the same time put her
A portion of Wada Sora Aoi is also prepared.
After practicing Su Zhen, the rice porridge in the pot was boiling just like before.
In the yard, the soba noodles for dinner were drying, and Yu Xianzhisheng put away his bamboo knife and prepared to make breakfast.
It was at this time that the knock on the door sounded.
Today is the second day of the New Year. Unless there is a big family in Japan, it is rare for relatives to visit each other. Even the visits between nobles are to ask for the host's family's care for the coming year.
The Miyamoto family has fallen into decline, so it stands to reason that no one will come to visit.
Yuxian Zhisheng placed the bamboo knife under the corridor, stepped on the wooden clogs with her feet in cotton socks, stepped on the snow, walked to the door of the mansion, and opened the door.
Standing at the door was a woman, about forty years old, with a ginkgo leaf bun, wearing an imported pinstripe collared kimono and a black silk coat.
Under the illumination of the morning sun, this seemingly ordinary piece of clothing actually looked a bit strange as the silk texture of the elegant clothing shimmered in the pure white snow.
The woman's pure and pure skin seemed to be burning in black fire.
Yuxian Zhisheng just stared at her blankly, motionless.
He was not attracted by this woman's worldly beauty. He tried not to look at her, but he couldn't. The bright colors of this woman's face affected his senses so naturally that he couldn't move away at all.
Opening your eyes is like exploring a strange yet familiar territory, exploring her cheeks.
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the demeanor of a housewife, thick black hair, delicate and smooth skin, large and clear-cut eyes, respectful yet smart.
This is a woman who is gentle and kind, but can easily manipulate men into applause. This is his first impression.
Finally, he was determined.
The woman standing in front of the door is Miyamoto Yukiko's mother, Miyamoto Kiyoshi.
Yuxian Zhisheng quickly looked away. His pure heart would not have any interest in her, but when he was staring at the other person, the other person was also staring at him.
For no reason, he had a trembling feeling that the other party was reading her thoughts, so he could only avert his gaze and stare at her lucky earlobes.
The woman smiled, stretched out her beautiful ivory hand, touched his head, then took the gift from the servant behind her and put it in his hand.
Inside the box is a wire-controlled race car.
Yu Xian is no longer a child. Only in front of Yukiko will he act like a child. Anyone who has watched TV and has a little understanding of him will not treat him as a child.
It’s impossible that Miyamoto Kiyoshi has never watched TV, let alone that he doesn’t know him.
Perhaps she knew this well and used this method to humiliate him.
A long time ago, he said to Miyamoto Kiyoshi on the phone - she is my Yukiko, not yours.
It seems this woman has not forgotten.
"Where's Xuezi?" she asked softly, without even saying hello.
"She's sleeping." Yu Xian looked down at the gift in his hand and then at her.
"Go wake her up and call her into the living room."
She nodded and ordered the driver behind her to drive the car into the courtyard of the mansion.
"Don't drive the car in." Yu Xian looked at her naively, "it will disturb her sleep."
"It's already seven o'clock in the morning." Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked down at the watch in his hand, his tone full of affection, "This kid is still as lazy as before."
Then she seemed not to have heard Yu Xian's childish words and continued to give instructions to the driver.
In the yard, buckwheat noodles were drying on a bamboo stand used for smashing rice cakes; beside the bamboo stand, clothes of Miyamoto Yukiko, Yuzuru Kosei, and Tazora Aoi were hung on ropes.
The Lincoln sedan drove into the yard and knocked everything down. The wheels ran over the buckwheat noodles and the clothes.
Then she turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Zhisheng, this is my home, not yours."
Then she took Yu Xian's childish hand with pity and pulled him towards the inside of the mansion: "Take me for a walk. This will be your last time here."
But she didn't pull, no matter how hard she tried.
Yuxian stood in the snow and looked at her blankly.
He was stunned not because of fear or anger, but because he was weird.
This was not the Miyamoto Kiyoshi he heard from Yukiko. Even though Miyamoto Kiyoshi betrayed the Miyamoto family and married the owner of the Osaka Shipyard, in Yukiko's description of the past, Miyamoto Kiyo was always a gentle and strong mother.
, even though she can be stern occasionally, but most of the time she is gentle.
Miyamoto Yukiko inherited her gentleness, so she is so touching.
But the Miyamoto Kiyoshi he met this year was not that kind of person.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi's humiliation and threats against him could not defeat him, and he was not angry, because she just wanted to anger him, and the loser was when she was angry.
He would never do such a thing to the mother of the woman he loved most.
But he suddenly felt sad, feeling sad for Xuezi.
Her mother's tenderness in the past was her last beautiful fantasy in this world. Should she be allowed to see such an overbearing and shrew-like woman and have her last dream shattered?
"Let's go out and talk, okay?" Yu Xian said innocently.
He looked up at Miyamoto Kiyoshi, pleading in his eyes: "Don't let her see you."
This time, Miyamoto Kiyoshi was stunned. His hand was still holding his, but the strength was not as strong.
A strange color bloomed in her eyes. Although she suppressed it only for a moment, her tone changed a little unconsciously: "Are you feeling sorry for her?"
It was definitely not a fake feeling of distress. As a mother, she could see that there were many young and promising men who were the objects of Xuezi's pursuit. At that time, she was still with Xuezi, and she could see that those men had more desire for Xuezi than
Love and care. She once thought that she must marry Xuezi to someone who truly loved her, but she had not found one after searching for many years.
Yukiko also has very high standards, and she has been holding off until now. Now her family is in decline, and the quality of suitors is getting worse year by year. Even a fool like Okuhata Ruo dares to try to get involved in Miya.
Ben Qing feels pitiful and ridiculous, but what can he do?
She came here today to take Miyamoto Yukiko on a blind date. The other party is Yuki Yamazaki, the current owner of the Yamazaki Zaibatsu Group in Osaka. The two sisters of the Yamazaki family are married to prominent families. The head of the Yamazaki family was banned by the country because of the amount of tax paid.
He was appointed as a member of the House of Nobles by the Imperial Council. The entire family owns assets exceeding tens of millions of dollars, making it one of the largest families in Osaka.
The other party's family was very different from the current Miyamoto family. The Miyamoto family was considered to be on a high level. This was the result of her efforts to get along with the other party at an aristocratic social gathering party.
With the persuasion of the other party's eldest sister, Yamazaki Yuki expressed his willingness to meet Miyamoto Yukiko, but it was just a meeting between friends. If he didn't like Miyamoto Yukiko, she wouldn't be too sad.
Similarly, Miyamoto Kiyoshi didn't see the so-called love in Yamazaki Yuki's eyes. She had given up for a time, feeling that as long as she could entrust Yukiko to a rich man, it didn't matter whether she loved her or not.
But today, on this snowy morning, she could see his distress in the young man's eyes.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi found it incredible.
She was indeed here to make him angry, and even wanted to drive him away so that he would not cause trouble when Xuezi went on a blind date.
But he wasn't angry at all, and he was so steady that it was scary.
This time she felt respected instead: "Answer me, are you feeling sorry for Xuezi?"
"Can't we let her sleep a little longer?" Yu Xian scratched his head naively, "She was tired from playing yesterday."
You actually went out to play together?!
A big question mark appeared on Miyamoto Kiyoshi's forehead. Miyamoto Yukiko is her daughter. She knows how cold and cold her daughter is. How can she be coaxed by a teenager to go out to play, and she is tired from playing?
She suddenly felt that her mind was a little confused, and her plans were disrupted. The pressure she used to suppress him also dissipated and turned into her own gentleness: "Anyway, let's wake her up first."
After all, he is just a teenager.
Although he was lucky enough to have a successful career in the entertainment industry, his daughter was not someone who would be interested in the entertainment industry.
Moreover, the tradition that my daughter has been educated in since she was a child is not an exaggeration to say that it is old-fashioned, and it is even less likely for a young man to have such unconventional emotions.
On this point, Miyamoto Kiyoshi has absolute confidence.
Yu Xian nodded, ran down the corridor, picked up the bamboo knife, and walked upstairs.
Not long after, a clear voice sounded: "Baby Xuezi, wake up."
——Miyamoto Kiyoshika was on the spot.
Baby? Baby Yukiko?
If she can promise you to say "Baby Xuezi", I will give you the stone grinder on the spot.
"Ah, Zhisheng, let me sleep a little longer." The voice of my daughter came from the second floor.
The voice of happiness is squeamish.
She used to make happy sounds only when I held her in my arms and coaxed her.
It's been a long time since I heard her voice like this.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked up at the window sill on the second floor, dumbfounded on the spot.
She touched her cheek and looked at their clothes on the ground. After looking at them for a while, she picked them up one by one and put them on the rope again.
There is also a pair of light-colored jeans inside. Xuezi hates wearing jeans the most. She bought them for her, but she never refused to wear them, saying they were too uncomfortable.
But this one has been washed, which means she is ready to wear it.
What happened to this world? What happened to this world when I was not with her?
Miyamoto Kiyoshi became increasingly confused about this family.
On the second floor of the mansion, Yu Xian is still urging the lazy cat Xuezi.
Miyamoto Yukiko's head was lying on the pillow, and her body was twisting and turning in the bed, refusing to get up. Yuxian's basic kendo basics are divided into two hours, morning and night. Last night, she corrected his posture until the night.
She didn't go to bed until one o'clock. She didn't want to get up early in this cold weather.
Yu Xian naively patted her thigh, enjoying the feeling of the hand.
Miyamoto Yukiko was not used to being touched by him, so she got up reluctantly and pushed his hand away, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"Don't blame me, it's a guest." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
The first thing Miyamoto Yukiko asked was not who the guest was, but looking at her sweetheart who had just finished sword practice and was wearing only a single piece of clothing. She yawned and said, "Go dry yourself and change clothes quickly. Don't catch a cold."
Xuezi, who had just woken up, was still dazed, her hair was messy, like a fluffy cat.
The air smelled of Yu Xian's childish sweat. His sweat smelled very good, with a strong smell of teenage hormones.
"Wait a minute, come here first and let me hug you." She said cutely.
Yuxian Zhisheng approached him. She didn't dislike his sweat. She hugged him and took a big sip.
"The smell of the sun comes alive." She lowered her head and blushed.
After Yu Xian left, she put on her skirt while smelling the lingering scent in the air, which gradually made her feel more energetic, and even the coldness of winter disappeared.
"Who is the guest?" Yukiko Miyamoto opened his door.
Yu Xian, who was naked and putting on her underwear, turned her head and said calmly: "Please stay away, Sister Xuezi."
Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and did not avoid it.
She lowered her head for a moment, curled her lips and snickered, then raised her head and looked at him again.
The young man's fair figure, the fine sweat on his back, and his moist hair are so beautiful and so flamboyant in the cold January weather.
He was facing her, and she didn't avoid him.
The sight slowly falls, falls. Who do you think will lose?
Yuxian is not shy at all - look hard, look hard, everything about me belongs to you.
Looking away, Yukiko Miyamoto blushed in defeat.
This is the daily life of the Miyamoto family.
This scene was fully visible to Miyamoto Kiyoshi, who had just walked up to the second floor.
Her face was almost blue with anger.
My daughter has become so shameless! It is simply degrading to the family tradition!
"Your mother." Yuxian raised his chin in the direction of Miyamoto Kiyoshi.
The shyness on Miyamoto Yukiko's face disappeared.
She looked back at herself with a stunned expression: "Mom?"
This is indeed a guest.
Perhaps from the moment Miyamoto Kiyoshi betrayed the Miyamoto family, in her heart, Miyamoto Kiyo was no longer a family.
But after all, blood is thicker than water, how could a gentle mother forget?
After not seeing each other for several years, Yukiko Miyamoto froze on the spot. After a while, she flew toward her mother like a bird.
During these lonely years, whenever she felt sad at night, she would think of her mother and want to hug her.
In front of the mother, no matter how old you are, you are still a child.
Even though her mother made mistakes, she still yearned for her gentle embrace.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi sighed helplessly, gently held his daughter in his arms, and said softly: "Let's pack up, the hotel has been booked, let's go down the mountain and set off now."
"Where to go?" Miyamoto Yukiko raised her head.
"I have arranged a blind date for you. Mom took the trouble to find you a good opportunity. The other person is rich and powerful. If he can like you, you will not have to worry about life in the future. Today you are going to
Put on the kimono you like, behave well, and don't waste your mother's hard work, okay?" Miyamoto Kiyoshi's tone was very gentle.
"I'm not going." Yukiko Miyamoto shook her head vigorously, "I don't want to go on a blind date."
Perhaps he had expected her answer.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi smiled, knowing that he should not be in a hurry when coaxing his daughter, so he said seductively: "Then let's change into kimonos first. Later relatives from the family branch will come to visit. As the head of the family, we can't embarrass ourselves in front of them."
Miyamoto Yukiko looked back at Yu Xianzhisheng.
I don't know when she started, but she habitually chose to rely on him when she was in doubt.
"Change." Yuxian Zhisheng put on his clothes and nodded to her.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi is right on this point. Even if the master's family is in decline, they must show their courage to welcome the visits of the branches. He has plans to revitalize the Miyamoto family on his own.
At that time, the person in front of the stage will still be Miyamoto Yukiko, who will stand behind her and silently support her, smoothing everything for her.
After hearing Yu Xian's childish words, Miyamoto Yukiko no longer hesitated and obediently went back to the room to change clothes.
Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked at Yu Xian's childishness, and his heart became more and more surprised.
What the hell is going on? The girl who raised her up by herself actually listened to this boy. Could it be that he poured some kind of ecstasy soup into her?
She shook her head, not daring to think about it further.
It’s the last day anyway.
She has great confidence in Yamazaki Yuki. His father is also a member of the House of Nobles, and his family is one of the top chaebols in Tokyo. It is easy to support the Miyamoto family.
She looked at Yuxian Zhisheng again and found that he was sitting on the edge of the bed in the room, lowering his head and sending text messages. She suddenly felt happy. Did this kid feel a sense of crisis and was about to call someone?
But who can you call? Those gangsters in the entertainment industry?
If he really did this, there would be a lot of fun at today's banquet. Taking advantage of the annual holiday, Yamazaki Yuki's father came over in person to see how his future daughter-in-law looked, in the hot spring hotel at the foot of the mountain.
Just waiting, when those grandsons in the entertainment industry meet him, their bodies will all be shaking like chaff!
