"Of course I don't want to wear this dress. I'm shaking with cold just thinking about it."
"But today is your first day at school as a kid. The kids in the school are very smart. If the teacher and the kids see me wearing bulging clothes like an old woman,
Likewise, there is no guarantee that you will be discriminated against in school, and you may even be bullied by older children."
"So you have to pay a price. This dress is very expensive. The teachers in the school must know the goods." Yukiko Miyamoto said proudly, "Look at me, I will kill them all crazy!"
"I owe you." Yu Xian nodded innocently.
"Call mom, be gentle and you can cancel it all." Yukiko Miyamoto said loudly, looking forward to but aggrieved at the same time.
Yu Xian's bare feet were on the floor, he looked up at Yukiko Miyamoto and said, "Yukiko, I won't scream."
He bowed, and bowed to the end.
Miyamoto Yukiko blushed like this and was the first to feel embarrassed.
She lowered her head and looked at the time on her watch, quickly picked up the lipstick on the table, and ran down as if running away: "The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. Just brush your teeth. I'm going to fry eggs and bread for you."
When the aroma of roasted egg liquid came from the kitchen on the first floor, Yuxian Zhisheng also walked into the bathroom. On the simple sink was a variety of cosmetics used by women, some of which were brands that Yuxian Zhisheng could recognize.
Very expensive brands, but most of them have bottomed out.
On the other side, there are relatively cheap alternatives. They seem to have been purchased and unpacked not long ago and can be used for a long time.
This woman sacrificed her own quality of life and chose to bring herself back.
Yu Xian picked up the white toothbrush she usually used at night, put on mint-flavored toothpaste, and started brushing her teeth. Finally, he cleaned the toothbrush cup and looked at himself in the mirror with slightly longer hair.
He said: "Come on, boy."
The breakfast was very cozy.
At the dining table, Miyamoto Yukiko stared at Yu Xian's childish hair and said, "My hair is a bit long. It looks good, but I'm worried that the teacher will make things difficult for you."
"Whatever you say, teacher." Yu Xian took a big bite of the omelette, and his pronunciation was unclear: "Let's cut it all off when it grows longer, so that we can save money on haircuts."
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned and couldn't help but laugh: "I'm really sorry to make you suffer."
Yuxian swallowed all the runny omelette in his mouth, drank the milk and left the residue in his mouth, leaving a trace of white salad dressing at the corner of his mouth: "I am very happy to be with you."
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned again. First she didn't realize what the sentence was, or she didn't expect it to come from the mouth of a little kid. She stared blankly at the naive Yu Xian in front of her, and then
Laughing uncontrollably.
"Don't fight in school, I'll worry about you getting hurt." Yukiko Miyamoto put her bread on his plate, "I will pay off the debt bit by bit, and I will never let you suffer with me.
No matter how much money I spend, I can still support this family."
"I don't need money." Yu Xian blinked naively, "As long as I have fish to catch, I will be happy."
Yukiko Miyamoto covered her lips, and her laughter leaked out of her hands.
"So cute." She said, "I never thought a little boy could be so cute. I should have brought you back a long time ago."
Yuxian put down the bread he just took a bite of and looked serious: "That's not the case, Xuezi, I am the only one like this. Others will not be as cute as me. You have to understand this."
Miyamoto Yukiko almost went crazy laughing, and it seemed like she didn't even need to take medication to treat depression if she kept laughing like this.
She covered her stomach and went to pick up her handbag. She took the car keys at the entrance and called Yuxian Zhisheng over: "Zhisheng, help me see if the zippers on the back of the dress are all zipped up?"
Stretching her little hand through her black hair, Yu Xian made sure repeatedly that the zipper of this black dress was perfectly locked, but she was really tall. Even if she was standing on a high stool in the entrance hall that was about five centimeters high, Gong
Ben Yukiko's height is still very intimidating to him.
"This is your lunch lunch. Then go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of drink to take with you." Yukiko Miyamoto put a tempura rice bowl into the childish old schoolbag. "After school in the evening, I will take you to buy new ones."
School bag, I also need to change into new underwear."
She twisted her body restlessly, obviously feeling that the fat under her dress was squeezing and escaping through every gap, and the straps of her lace bra were as fragile as Mitsuhide Akechi, who was defeated in the Battle of Yamazaki.
The phone rang at the entrance, it was the Miyamoto family's dedicated line.
Miyamoto Yukiko was confused, glanced at Yuxian Zhisheng, picked up the mobile phone handle: "Hello, this is the Miyamoto family."
"As expected, it's Yukiko. I haven't heard your voice for a long time. The last time we met, you were at the Kenbudo Hall in Tokyo Tower." The voice of the man on the other end of the call was obscure and gloomy. "It was really easy for me to find you."
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Miyamoto Yukiko was confused.
The other party was silent for a while, seeming to suppress the anger in his heart. After a while, he spoke again: "It's me, Okuhata Ruo, did Yukiko forget me so quickly?"
Miyamoto Yukiko tried hard to recall, but suddenly she remembered a figure, and she was not sure whether it was him.
If I remember correctly, Okuhata Ryuuo should be the eldest son of the Okuhata family. The Okuhata family runs the super large martial arts studio and automobile industry in Honda District, Tokyo, and has had business cooperation with Miyamoto Heavy Industries.
Ryūo Okuhata was once a fanatical pursuer of Miyamoto Yukiko. He once threw 9,999 roses from a Ferris wheel just to make Miyamoto Yukiko notice his feat. Unfortunately, Miyamoto Yukiko didn't like anyone.
I didn’t like it, but those roses were brought back by a group of elderly ladies. The old ladies were so happy that they couldn’t open their mouths from ear to ear.
Five years ago, I learned that the master of the Miyamoto family, Masao Miyamoto, had launched a challenge to all of Japan. Anyone who could defeat the one-hit-style kendo martial arts school would be able to obtain the shares of Miyamoto Heavy Industries and the right to marry Yukiko.
After hearing the news, Okuhata was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. He spent a lot of money to hire thugs from abroad to help him. The Okuhata martial arts school was the first to challenge, and he was also the first to die without a burial place.
, even five years have passed, and the Okuhata family, whose vitality has been severely damaged, has not been able to take a breather.
"Okuhata-kun, what's the matter?" Miyamoto Yukiko said. She didn't have a good impression of Okubata. She had the impression that he was a playboy-like character who spent money like water to buy women's favor.
"Xuezi..."
"If you call me Yukiko again, I'm going to hang up." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "You can't call me Yukiko, Okuhata, please call me by my honorific name."
Okuhata's call at this time definitely had no good purpose.
