Miyamoto Yukiko covered her mouth in surprise: "Eight?!"
"It is said that I will give birth to eight children, but if I am not worried about her being harmed, I would like to keep giving birth to her, just like how Yin Zhenaki and Yin Zhenami gave birth to the gods in Takamagahara."
"Hey!" Yukiko Miyamoto defended the poor girl in the future, "That's too much!"
"It's not too much. This is how you should like someone, vigorously and without mercy. At that time, there is no better way except this." A smile gradually appeared on Yu Xian's naive lips. "These are all
The teacher taught me in physiology class, she said we should learn to respect each other's bodies."
"Your teachers are really amazing, and children today are so mature. It feels like they understand a lot more than we did back then." Yukiko Miyamoto stuck out her tongue.
"Times are progressing and knowledge is developing." Yu Xian turned his head to look at the turned off TV.
For him, if he likes someone to the extreme, he will want to work tirelessly to have children with him. Thunder sounds in the middle of the night and heavy rain falls immediately. He should not cover his head and continue to sleep, but wake the other person up to give birth.
Children, you can also collect clothes in the yard later. They are silent spectators who do not need to buy tickets.
The tree shadows are also silent soldiers, guarding every inch of precious earth on the double bed, watching the tornadoes and phoenixes in the big clouds, mourning and crying, thunder cheering, overlooking the mountain torrents, the soil is muddy, and the final lightning is tightening
His eyes became dazed and gentle.
Yuxian turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window again. There were stars outside and there was the sound of wind. It didn't look like a good weather for giving birth to a child.
"But you reminded me." Xuezi suddenly said as if she remembered something.
"What?"
"I previously planned to go to the gynecological hospital for a sterilization, but I was not afraid of death some time ago, so I put it on hold. You reminded me, so I plan to take some time to do this recently." Yukiko Miyamoto said.
She looked proud, as if this was something worth showing off to prove her firm heart.
"It will hurt your body." Yu Xian's naive expression was calm.
"No way, the female doctor at the gynecological hospital told me that sterilization has many benefits. The most obvious one is that if someone insists on a blind date, you only need to throw the ligation certificate to the other person, and the other person will understand, and there will be a lot left over.
It’s troublesome.”
Miyamoto Yukiko took a sip of fruit wine and looked a little sad: "Besides, this can be considered a little revenge on my mother. The sterilization means that the Miyamoto family has no bloodline anymore, and she has given up her intention to let me marry.
Already."
"I'm full." Yuxian pushed away the table and picked up his schoolbag.
"Huh? Come chat with me again." Yukiko Miyamoto was surprised.
"No, there is too much homework, and I have to go to bed early." Yu Xian ran upstairs in a childish way.
"Your room is across the corridor, and the bed is made!"
"I see."
"Do your homework well!" Yukiko Miyamoto's voice sounded behind him.
Yuxian Zhisheng pushed open the door of the room. There was no light in the room and the light was very dark. He stood leaning against the door for a long time, motionless, his eyes shining in the darkness.
"Huh~"
Yu Xian shook his head naively, rubbed his brows and sat in front of the table.
This was the first time he came to his room. Sky blue plaid sheets had been laid out. When he sat in front of the table, there was a skylight. When he looked up, he could see the starry sky in the suburbs of Tokyo through the skylight.
Yuzuru turned on the light, took out the five hundred thousand yen cash check that Rina Ryouko gave him, and looked at it under the light.
He actually didn't want to use this check. When he used this check, Rina Ryoko would also notice it, which meant that he had lost. Maybe in her eyes, he deliberately pretended to be extremely innocent, but he was just trying to refuse in return for welcoming someone.
Would like to negotiate a better price from her.
He didn't want to start with this. Once a person is intoxicated by the stimulation of external objects, he will become weak blindly and fall on the street, fall on the ground, and fall in a place lower than the sewer in the eyes of everyone.
Unfortunately, life is a proposition, not a multiple-choice question.
Things are obviously developing in a direction beyond their control.
Aren't you frustrated? Of course you are.
You are struggling to steal the tower, and the main crystal at home screams "I don't want to play anymore" and explodes when you touch it. What's the use of even the six-god suit? Why don't you simply quit the game without even a chance to resurrect?
.
"I won't let this happen." Yu Xian looked at the cash check he didn't want to use, then folded it and put it in the pocket inside his school uniform. He already had a plan in mind, but this plan couldn't be separated from the
It takes money.
"It's too childish, Xuezi, it's really disturbing."
Yu Xian rubbed his face and smiled bitterly.
Xuezi was well taken care of in the past, and she knew very little about the fireworks of the world. To put it nicely, it means doing things vigorously and recklessly, and to put it worst, it means doing things without considering the consequences.
But I can't blame her.
Her thoughts were very simple, and she would not pay attention to anyone who came. Yuxian Zhisheng accompanied her, and she also accompanied Yuxian Zhisheng. The small house in her heart could only accommodate two people, and she didn't care about anything else.
But you don't care and no one cares.
"I won't be able to have any free time tomorrow." Yu Xian took out a pen and manuscript paper from his schoolbag.
Soon he finished a painting. The painting was a simple bird's nest with exactly eight eggs in it. This painting was used to hand in homework for Yukiko. If she liked it, she could take it away.
Then comes the real business.
Yu Xian locked the door, took out a new piece of manuscript paper, and wrote the words "The Great Gatsby" in Japanese textbook font under the warm lamp. The wind blowing from the skylight quickly smoothed the ink.
Well done, just looking at it makes you feel elegant.
Normally, a pen name needs to be added next to the title of the book, but he didn't write it because he hadn't decided on a better pen name yet. This pen name would follow him for a long time, and it also had another important role in his plan.
, is a stepping stone and the key to open a woman’s closed heart.
After writing down the title of the book, he went through the detailed outline in his mind. Yu Xian nodded naively, then picked up a new piece of manuscript paper and wrote "The.Great.Gatsby" in English, that is, '
The Great Gatsby's English name.
This is not the English translation of the Eight Classics.
This will be a flawless script. The moment the Hollywood director gets this stack of manuscript paper, he will understand what it is and jump up from his chair in shock.
Different people step into the same river, just as eggs cannot all be laid in the same nest.
Yuxian Jisheng understands this very well.
The novel version in Japanese textbook font will be used to participate in the Tokyo Supreme Literary Awards Literary Award in mid-April. The maximum prize can be up to 50 million yen, and this is just the prize, the subsequent publishing rights fees are the bulk.
But are you really confident that you will get all the top prizes and royalties? In fact, not necessarily.
In a previous life, the book "The Great Gatsby" was rated as the "Second Best of the Century" by European and American academic authorities. It has sold nearly 30 million copies. As long as the literati from the Japan Literary Society are not blind, they will definitely be able to read it.
To this glowing piece of gold.
"But what if they are blind?" Yu Xian smiled softly.
——Wouldn’t it be better to be blind?
Yu Xian naively stared at the script on which he had just written the name.
