"I thought... it was a button! It was a button!" Yukiko Miyamoto covered her blushing face.
The difference between the shy Yukiko and the tough Yukiko is so big that Yu Xian is a little bit unable to look away.
"Oh, by the way, these are the pens and manuscript paper you asked me to buy."
Miyamoto Yukiko quickly changed the subject, took out a stack of manuscript paper and a delicate pen, and placed them in front of Yu Xian's naive face: "You must draw well, I look forward to your work!"
Both of these were bought at the most expensive price. Miyamoto Yukiko still had a lot of dowry money left, so she bought the best for Yuzuru.
Although she was determined to bear the unreasonable debt, she obviously had no intention of saving money on Yuxian Zhisheng.
Yu Xian thanked him naively and put the manuscript paper into his schoolbag.
"Speaking of which, I did something that I regret very much today." Yukiko Miyamoto said dejectedly.
"What's going on?" Yu Xian's young ears pricked up.
"It's just... I threw away the medicine bottle you drew for me." Xuezi scratched her head regretfully, "I thought it was so cool to throw it away and say goodbye to the past all at once, just like the heroine in a TV series.
After I got home, I suddenly realized that I should keep it, and then I regretfully ran back to pick it up, but the trash can had already been cleaned."
"What's there to regret? If the old ones don't go and the new ones won't come, the snowman will melt anyway. I can draw whatever Xuezi wants." Yu Xian shrugged naively, "The burden is too heavy.
If you can't move forward, Xuezi who dares to say goodbye to the past is the most handsome in my heart."
"Really?"
"real."
His little mouth is so sweet, and he can tell even bad things in a way that makes people feel proud. It’s easy to feel satisfied when staying by his side.
Miyamoto Yukiko held up her chin charmingly, "Well, I was actually thinking that when you learn sketching in the future, you can draw artistic portraits for me. I have always been looking forward to someone being able to draw my body at this age and then put it on the screen.
Put it in a box and bury it in the yard. When you are old, you can dig it out and look at it yourself. While looking at it, you will recall it. I feel like I will get old if I don’t paint it."
"Remember to wear your best clothes." Yu Xian raised the goblet and said, "Ton, tons, tons."
"That's for sure. I went to see an art exhibition at the Art Institute of Dongda University of Arts before and found that the models there were all without clothes. But I'm not a mannequin, so I must wear them."
Yukiko Miyamoto was both shy and expectant, "I can't trust others, so I can only ask you."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Yu Xian Zhisheng burped, "The painting must be real and beautiful, and it's not just painting, photography can also be used. Take pictures of all four seasons. Standing among the flowers in spring,
In the summer, you can roam in the forest, in the autumn, you can sleep on fallen leaves, and in the winter, you can stay at home, light the stove and lean on the sofa covered with Persian velvet."
"Is it really okay?"
"Of course it's no problem." Yu Xian was sure. In fact, if you want to draw, you can draw now, but he didn't say it. Many things are better to let nature take its course. Being impatient becomes unsightly, and waiting itself is also a waste of time.
kind of happiness.
"I prepared a thank you gift!"
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Yukiko Miyamoto pulled out GAMEBOY and a pack of game cards from under her skirt like a magic trick, "How are you? Are you happy?"
Yuxian was startled for a moment, then smiled: "I'm very happy, thank you, Xuezi."
He had finished these games early and had no interest in playing them again, but Xuezi gave them to him. He was really happy and happy to feel cared about.
"By the way, what is Xuezi going to do after paying off the debt?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
"Let me think about it, after paying off the debt, I should go to Miyamoto Heavy Industries to take a look." Miyamoto Yukiko shook her head, "But I just planned to take a look, and the employees of Miyamoto Heavy Industries are almost gone.
Now there are only shell companies left, and a few old employees who insist on persisting are making swords to make money, but they are still unable to make ends meet."
"Does Yukiko want to revitalize Miyamoto Heavy Industries?"
Yuzuru once saw a promotional advertisement from Miyamoto Heavy Industries in a newspaper.
It used to be a very large company. It was engaged in the transportation of steel raw materials and had business connections with many large companies. It also sold various famous swords and swords. It had a great reputation and many people came to place orders. But in recent years, Miyamoto
After the decline of the family, the grandeur of Miyamoto Heavy Industries also disappeared from the eyes of the world, and now it is just lingering.
"It's very difficult, there is almost no possibility of revitalization." Yukiko Miyamoto smiled bitterly, "So I want to save money to open a game arcade after paying off the debt, so that you can come and play after school."
"Are you going to be the proprietress of a game arcade?" Yu Xian said in a childish tone.
"Yeah, there's no charge for you." Yukiko Miyamoto blinked her big eyes. "You can grab claw machines or whatever. If you grab them, you can give them to the girls you like, or you can bring girls over to play with you. I
I can pretend I don’t know you and help you.”
"Not interested." Yu Xian shook his head naively, "Tell me about you, Xuezi. In the future, when Xuezi meets a man she likes, how many children do she plan to have?"
This question was so sudden that Yukiko Miyamoto was stunned.
After a while, she drank the wine and leaned on the chair. The wine flowed down her esophagus, and the alcohol spread to her heart. She felt that the gap deep inside her heart opened a little, and something escaped from there.
, whizzing through her chest like she was riding a canyon train.
She breathed slowly, her soft curves swaying up and down: "That man won't exist. I don't plan to have children in this life. Just end the Miyamoto family's bloodline with me. No one needs to bear Miyamoto's name.
And suffered."
"I'm talking about hypotheticals." Yuxian Xiaosheng raised a small dried fish to indicate.
"This assumption is not valid." Yukiko Miyamoto shook her head helplessly.
"It's just a hypothesis. I want to hear the answer." Yu Xian said seriously.
"...Then I plan to have one or two." Miyamoto Yukiko touched her belly, "One or two will be quite exciting."
Yuxian jumped off the chair and walked to Miyamoto Yukiko. He leaned down and put his side face against Miyamoto Yukiko's belly. It was dull inside and there was no sound. In fact, he thought he could hear the emptiness in the mountains.
, or the sound of the wind rustling the grass leaves.
"It's so itchy, what are you doing?" Yukiko Miyamoto combed his hair with her fingers and smiled sweetly.
"The bass deep in the soul." Yu Xian raised his head and sat back in his seat.
"The bass deep in the soul?" Yukiko Miyamoto was stunned, "What is this?"
"The teacher taught us in music class today. He said that the bass has a very low range and has almost no presence in the band. Maybe they forgot to introduce the bass player after the performance. But the bass is the soul of a band, and there is no bass player.
There’s a world of difference between a band and a band with a bass player.”
"That's why the teacher said that bass is music played to people's internal organs, coming from deep within the soul."
Yuxian made up a music teacher casually. Children are good and there is no psychological burden when lying.
Although Yukiko Miyamoto didn't understand it very well, she was very happy when she heard what Yu Xian was talking about. This shows that the child has integrated into the school life very well. Otherwise, how could he listen to the music teacher?
He spoke so carefully.
But she didn't know at all that Yu Xian had no music class today.
Yu Xian was full and looked at Miyamoto Yukiko with his cheeks propped up: "I was just listening to the bass deep in Yukiko's soul. The teacher also said that just like the bass, whether something exists depends on people's consciousness. You
If you have it in your heart, it will always exist.”
"Xuezi said she won't have children, right, but I think she will, so she will." Yu Xianzhisheng said seriously.
Miyamoto Yukiko burst out laughing after hearing this, and patted her belly: "Absolutely impossible."
"Okay, let's not talk about me for now, let's talk about you." Yukiko Miyamoto's eyes were bright, "In the future, you will meet a girl you like and start a happy family. How many children do you plan to have with her?"
"Eight will be born." Yu Xian said quietly and naively.
