"Children, you don't understand anything." Yukiko Miyamoto was silent for a long time, then sighed, "I actually considered escaping from this matter, but..."
"It's shameful to escape, but it's very useful." Yu Xian said earnestly. "There's nothing to be afraid of..."
Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly hugged him, and the facial cleanser made him suffocate for a short time. The scent of falling cherry blossoms and the strong feminine scent of pork bone soup made his mind almost go blank, and then a voice came from above his head:
"Ziaosheng, if you can escape with peace of mind, that would be really good. If you really want to escape from the past, you will be able to escape from the past, but - I will take responsibility."
"I am a woman of the Miyamoto family, and I carry the Miyamoto name on my shoulders. No matter what I face, I will never run away."
She took Yuxian Zhisheng out of her arms, looked at him, and said with great determination: "Therefore, whether it is you or the compensation for those who were smashed into the martial arts hall, I will take responsibility and handle these matters well. Money
I will earn it slowly, and you must grow up beside me slowly and healthily."
Xuezi stretched out her hand and rubbed Yu Xian's childish hair.
She was very pleased that the little child in front of her had really taken a clean shower and used her favorite shampoo. The disgusting odor on his body had disappeared, and the soft
, the hair that covers the jet-black twins exudes the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the skin is so fair that it is a bit sickly and makes people pity.
I need to give him more nutrition.
Xuezi ruffled his hair and thought so.
As if that wasn't enough, she leaned over, hugged the child gently, and whispered thank you.
Yu Xian was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and met Ms. Miyamoto's eyes. Her eyes were quite sincere, like the first ray of spring full of light before the winter night was about to end.
The delicate and egoistic Yuzuru would obviously not agree with this method of rebuilding a broken jar. Moreover, when this broken jar was already difficult to repair, Yukiko got nothing from the Miyamoto family, but the only thing she got was this damn thing.
The spirit of Bushido, that family brought sadness deep into her eyes, but within it gave birth to a white-feathered god bathed in flowing fire.
"It is our duty to restore Miyamoto's glory."
Yu Xian said loudly: "Fight hard! Xuezi!"
He knelt on the bed and leaned forward, his little head resting on Miyamoto Yukiko's big thigh. His expression was serious and solemn, and his breathing was slow and cautious, as if he was worried that the fish that had just gathered would be scared away by passers-by.
Xuezi, I will only help you this time, and I will never help you again next time.
Please let me enjoy my happy childhood and have a good time fishing!
Just leave the 32 million yen to me, then you can lie down peacefully, wear the title of Miyamoto family, and never cause me any trouble again!
These words were only in her heart, but Miyamoto Yukiko saw the light in Yu Xian's childish eyes.
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned.
"It is our duty to restore Miyamoto's glory?"
This sounds so strange, and has a strong sense of being a middle-aged man, but when it comes out of his mouth it is very cute, there is no sense of disobedience, and there is only the aura of a determined little man.
"Okay! The child is very energetic. It really makes me happy!" Yukiko Miyamoto obviously misunderstood something. She opened the bedside table and took out a curriculum. Above the curriculum, written in a flourish of ink pen, [
The Road to God】.
You're not much better when it comes to Secondary 2, it's true, Yukiko.
Yu Xian, a young student, took the curriculum from Yukiko Miyamoto's hand. After just one glance, his whole body became stiff, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt dumbfounded.
"Saturday: (8 a.m. to 12 p.m.) Figure skating class, (1 p.m. to 5 p.m.) 'One-hit style' kendo class, (6 p.m. to 9 p.m.) Go class, before going to bed (arrives at 9:30
11:30, read "Bamboo Snow" by Miharu Norio)."
"Sunday: (8 a.m. to 12 a.m.) Swimming class, (1 p.m. to 5 p.m.) Tea art and flower arrangement class, (6 p.m. to 9 p.m.) Yoga class, practice yoga class with me. Before going to bed (9
From 1:30 p.m. to 11:30 p.m., read Kojimao’s "The Selection of Dogs")."
"School is after school in the evening from Monday to Friday (4:00 to 8:00: figure skating class). Wednesday and Thursday are exceptions, so you can have a good rest, so (8:30 to 10:30 is a classical instrument performance class. If you are a child, you will choose
Flute? I really want to hear it.)
There was a small face drawn by Xuezi at the bottom of the course schedule of 'The Road to the Gods'. At this moment, the smiling face printed in Yu Xian's childish eyes was like a witch sister from hell tearing open her bloody mouth.
Laughing wildly.
Ridicule, really too sarcastic.
Yu Xian's child felt that the blood all over his body was cold and that the world was not worth it.
I just want to catch a fish. What did I do wrong? Is it too late for me to go back to the orphanage? Thinking carefully about it, although the dean is greasy, he is surprisingly good to him. Those aunts will hold him in their arms every time.
Feeding all kinds of snacks inside, it’s like living like a little prince, why do I have to do this!
"I protest." Yu Xian said naively, "Isn't flower arrangement something girls learn?"
"It never hurts to study more." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "Your grades in cultural classes are very poor. If you are only in the top twenty in that kind of school, you will definitely be ranked at the bottom when you arrive at the Tokyo University Art Affiliated Elementary School tomorrow.
, the more you learn the same thing, the more you need to make up for it.”
If I had known that I had done the question wrong on purpose, Yu Xian was so sad and miserable.
Yukiko, you don’t understand the pain of studying Japanese so hard that you can finally understand all the test questions and get full marks, but you have to work hard to get the questions wrong because you do too well on the test and you are often caught studying! You know how I have spent these three years?
Yes! I can compile a set of proficiency test papers for my graduation year!
"No, absolutely not." Yu Xian said naively, "I can only choose figure skating and kendo. Those two are enough. Please let me do my school homework and go fishing the rest of the time."
On the way back, he had already aimed at a shrine mountain three miles away from here. The scenery there is beautiful, the winter ice has melted, and the plump fish must be rushing upstream along the trickle of Otaru Bay in Hokkaido to lay eggs here.
Don't miss this rare opportunity!
"What fun is fishing?" Miyamoto Yukiko said.
This is the end of a period instead of a question mark. She is expressing her opinion rather than being curious. Yukiko, you really don’t understand men’s hearts. You are not cute at all!
"You are not me, but you know I don't know the joy of fishing." Yu Xian said naively, "Although I am not a fish, I know the joy of fishing when I catch it."
Fish: Are you polite?
"Why did you only choose figure skating and kendo?" Yukiko Miyamoto scratched her hair, a little puzzled, "Why not choose something else?"
——I know everything else.
Whether it's Go, piano, painting, the flute you want me to play, or other annoying things, I've already learned it. I'm tired of playing those things. Just looking at them makes me feel sick. If you're hungry, go eat cheese.
Fatty beef sukiyaki will definitely make you happy, but if you serve cheese fatty beef sukiyaki to a person who is already full, he will definitely vomit.
Yu Xian, a boyish child, was sitting upright on his knees, muttering silently in his heart.
"Xuezi, you are a very good person. I like you so much that the tigers in the forests all over the world melt into butter..." Yu Xianzhisheng knelt down in humiliation again, "Please give me some rest time,
Let me have a good time fishing on weekends!"
Miyamoto Yukiko was silent for a while and then gave in: "I actually thought you would be more interested in Go and piano. Don't all boys like to be cool?"
"Wait a minute! Your mouth is so sweet, my dear!" Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly seemed to have discovered something, her eyes sparkling with unprecedented light, "I love this sentence so much that all the tigers in the forests around the world melt into butter.
That’s great, I’m going to take a pen and write it down.”
This sentence is of course great.
This is Haruki Murakami's famous line in "Norwegian Wood". This book had sold hundreds of millions of copies before Yuzuru's childhood time traveled. It is a super-demon-level masterpiece and opened a new era in Japanese literature.
Yu Xian was stunned for a moment.
He has been staying in the orphanage for so long that he almost forgot that there is no Haruki Murakami in this parallel world, nor are there any top Japanese writers such as Kawabata Yasunari, Mishima Yukio, Natsume Soseki, etc.
The Japanese literary world in this world can only be described as miserable.
In the early years, the Japanese literary world had been suppressed by European and American literature, and was suppressed until it was completely dead. Everyone was looking forward to the emergence of a bright new light, but they waited every day but never got it.
The economic bubble has been raging in recent years, and fewer people are reading. Even the old men in the Imperial Council have lost confidence in their own literature. The national treasury spends a lot of money on literature support every year, but this group of
The writers just don't live up to expectations! I was so angry that the chairman of the Tokyo Cultural Affairs Committee was so angry that he was teaching crappy literature. All Chinese studies should be replaced by English textbooks, you bunch of literary losers!
Miharu Norio's "Bamboo Snow" and Kojima's "The Selection of Dogs" recommended by Miyamoto Yukiko in her curriculum, had already been read by Yuzuru in the library of the orphanage, and they are very telling.
, but the humanity is ridiculously poor. Today’s Japanese literature is timid, like an Akita dog that was beaten in a doghouse and dared not stick its head out.
"As long as you like it." Yuxian said to Xuezi naively.
When I get enough fishing, I will write "Norwegian Wood" and send it to you anonymously. The Miyamoto family practices swords and martial arts, but Yukiko loves literature so much. It's really incredible.
.
Yuzuru was very happy to have the same interests and hobbies as Yukiko. In his previous life, when he was free to go fishing, he read a lot of Japanese literature, from the Waka novels of the Asuka period to the new era literature of the Reiwa period.
No matter what you want to see, Xuezi, I will write it out for you. This is my repayment to you, Xuezi.
Yuxian Zhisheng sighed in his heart.
Miyamoto Yukiko actually took the pen and copied down the words. She was as happy as a child who had obtained a treasure: "Children, you can choose figure skating and kendo first instead of anything else, but I have a condition."
"Please tell me, Xuezi." Yu Xian said naively.
"Your grades in cultural classes are not good. I hope you will work hard to maintain your grades in the top 20 in the class at Dongda Art Primary School."
"Is that just this?" Yu Xian asked innocently. "Does this allow me to go fishing?"
"Isn't this enough? Don't be a child with big eyes and a small belly. The students in Dongda Art Primary School are very different from your classmates before. If you want to maintain the top 20 results, you will definitely have a hard time.
of."
Miyamoto Yukiko looked vaguely worried, "If you're childish, is that okay?"
"I promise you, Xuezi." Yu Xianzhisheng pulled the quilt and lay down, "Good night."
It's just the top twenty, just don't do the wrong questions on purpose.
