The water vapor is thick, the floor is damp, the sound of rushing water comes from the bathroom, and the clothes of the two people on the balcony are swayed by the breeze, a bit like transparent people wearing clothes and dancing.
Yu Xian was born in his room.
Warm lamp, skylight, table, manuscript paper.
Accompanying him are the stars in the sky.
Before taking a bath and going to bed at night, Yuxian Zhisheng said to Xuezi, "Don't wait for me, I want to sleep by myself tonight."
Miyamoto Yukiko was startled and nodded slowly.
Then she watched the little brat walk into his own room.
Then she heard the door lock click.
Is he angry?
Miyamoto Yukiko stood in the corridor on the second floor for a long time, scratching her head, seemingly confused.
Then she turned off the lights in the corridor, walked into her room, and locked the door.
She didn't want to lock the door.
But my delicate mind was hurt by the sound of the door lock.
She wondered why the child was angry.
It must be that I pushed Yu Xian too much and made him tired of it.
But I did it for his own good, and he didn't appreciate it.
Learning figure skating for free is a great thing. Even if you can’t learn figure skating for free, it doesn’t mean you can’t support yourself, so why are you so resistant?
And academic performance.
The school's head teacher just sent a message in the afternoon. He only got 23rd place in Yubao's mid-month exam this time. This score is only above average, not outstanding. He is still far from the entrance score of Narita District No. 1 Junior High School.
There is a big difference.
If you don't reach the top ten in the class before graduating from elementary school, you're basically out of luck.
Unless...be prepared for the high borrowing fees in advance.
It seems that this money needs to be saved in advance.
Miyamoto Yukiko sighed, turned on the lamp, sat at the table in the room, and sketched in her small notebook. This was her family bill, and it was written in Juanxiu handwriting - "Yu Xian Zhisheng"
s future'.
Here, I remember clearly the entry and exit of accounts, including every living expense.
This month’s amount plan:
Cosmetics: DIOR lipstick 6,200 yen → MAKER lipstick 990 yen.
Spring shirt: GUCCI shirt 38,000 yen → Special price shirt in the store is 5,200 yen.
Car: Nissan 240SX→Second-hand Santana 2000.
The former ones are intended to be saved or sold, while the latter ones are bought as replacements.
These valuable clothes, jewelry, and this small sports car that has been with me for many years were all bought by my mother before.
I didn't feel any distress at all when I wore them. Now that I plan to sell them all at second-hand prices, I feel a little sad.
But corresponding.
Yuxian’s book money: prepare 10,000 yen.
Pocket money: 5,000 yen this month.
Money for new purchases on game cards every month, money for going out with classmates, money for nutrition and meals...
One thing after another, everything is rising.
Miyamoto Yukiko put the pen between her lips and nose, hugged her cheeks, and looked out the window at the stars, the night wind blowing her bright eyes.
She suddenly laughed happily and dropped the pen.
It turns out this is what raising a baby feels like.
I kind of feel the way my mother felt about me back then.
In the past, I never had the habit of keeping accounts. I never looked at how much money was in my bag. No matter how much I spent, it was always so much. It was as if there was a spatial interface between the bag and the bank's vault. As long as I stretched out my hand, I would definitely get the money.
Every time when I get home after playing with my sisters tiredly, grandpa first puts money into his bag. After grandpa lets it go, grandma will also put some money, then my father will come too, and finally my mother will nag you to spend money. The money is too much, so I put her share of the money in it.
Also during the holidays, the parents of the Miyamoto Foreign Branch would also come to give money and give gifts.
She once felt that the world was so simple, and as long as she wanted it, the stars in the sky would sleep next to her.
But everything that is easily obtained is lost so easily.
Together with the family's honor, dignity, and one's own life.
All turned into light smoke, like foam.
All because of that high-ranking female general in the National Council of Ministers.
Five years ago, grandpa sacrificed the strength of the entire Miyamoto family in order to launch the Tokyo Kendo Challenge for himself, barely allowing himself to remain innocent amidst such a huge momentum.
In the past five years, that woman has not come to see him again, as if she has forgotten him.
This made her sincerely happy.
When she was studying in Zending Fengting, she said that she was a child bride for her youngest son. I really wanted to smash that woman’s mouth!
The female general will never think that she will adopt a good child, right? Now that she has a family and children, she will definitely not pester her again.
But compared to Yu Bao, I didn't like being pushed to practice swordsmanship in the past.
Suddenly remembering the words she had scolded him for being incompetent, cowardly and lazy at noon, Yukiko Miyamoto stood by the bed and fell down towards the pillow with a thump.
After a while, several muffled "I'm sorry" sounds came from the pillow.
...
Yu Xian sat at the table, picked up a pen, and started writing and drawing on the paper.
‘Dark World’ refers to this era, and ‘defense’ refers to the power established to protect oneself. Some of the cards here can be used, while others require a favor to be used. Overall, the power is still very weak.
In this world, ordinary people can live a very happy life, but there are also all kinds of troubles in life.
Small troubles are easy to solve, but when a big trouble comes, it is often a devastating blow to a family.
You have to prepare in advance.
For this family to be happy and peaceful forever.
He doesn't want to be a card in someone else's hand, but a person at the card table.
Since Xuezi chose to burn the envelope, she would definitely not accept the follow-up money. To put it mildly, she had to be strong in her life and not want to owe others favors. To put it worst, she was stupid.
But it’s also silly and cute, isn’t it?
In addition to being silly, she is also short-tempered and occasionally plays the role of a down-and-out young lady.
But she is not without her merits. She has a simple personality, chaste emotions, is willing to endure hardships, and is gentle to the people around her.
No one is perfect.
Same for myself.
What's more, she is his most important family member.
Family members must tolerate each other.
Along with quirks, petty tempers, and bad habits, they are all tolerated.
Therefore, if you can’t help behind the scenes, you can only come to the front of the stage.
I have been dealing with things behind the scenes for so long that I almost forgot that I was still a child.
Yuxian Xiaosheng filled in after [Bright Weapon]: Genius Little Expert.
After filling it out, he smiled and shook his head.
Sending letters is no longer possible.
Then we can only help her make money openly.
Although she doesn't think she can make much money from writing fairy tales and drawing pen and ink drawings, I can help her as much as I can. She will definitely accept the royalties with peace of mind, and it will somewhat alleviate her anxiety about herself.
But on the other hand, I am also a little impatient.
I want to get everything settled as soon as possible so that I can go fishing with peace of mind.
As a result, I haven't caught any fish yet.
Then let's do light and dark together.
[Dark World Defense] is used to make money and connect people. This identity never needs to be known by anyone, as long as it can bring you a steady stream of financial benefits.
But some glory must also be established on [Light Weapon].
Especially since he has to ask those bastards from Class S to work for him in the future, it would be impossible not to impress them one by one.
You can't hide your stupidity for too long.
Just one more chance to perform.
The Starlight Awards is a very good stage.
Yuxian Xiaosheng filled in after [Light Weapon]: Starlight Awards Champion.
——You can officially join Class S tomorrow.
There is no need to worry about the most difficult copyright issue.
The shell of Candy Samurai Company is my best defense in this society.
If Toda Arts wants the copyright of its own music.
Then...
——Sorry, although I really want to contribute to Tokyo University Art, the copyright of these songs is not mine. These songs were taught to me by an older brother named Kenshi Yonezu when I was in the orphanage. He also taught me
There are many, many musical instruments. If you don’t believe it, just call and ask the legal person of the company. The legal person of the company is that brother’s female friend.
The lines I wrote for Rie Shirasawa can be put to use.
——Perfect closed loop of defense.
Yukiko is right.
I can't hide behind her forever.
Staying by her side as an ordinary child now seems to be just my own unrealistic fantasy, which can only bring invisible pressure to her in vain.
...
In the early morning of the next day, the two of them sat at the dining table and had breakfast.
Yuxuan put a stack of manuscript paper on the table and pushed it to Miyamoto Yukiko opposite. Last night he stayed up late writing until three o'clock in the morning before going to bed. Dark circles appeared again, and his whole body was listless and listless.
Eating toast.
"Eh? The fairy tale you wrote?"
Miyamoto Yukiko held the bread in one hand and turned over the fairy tales "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Princess and the Pea" on the manuscript paper.
"Yeah." Yu Xian nodded naively.
"The teacher at school asked me to write it. I think it's pretty good, so I want you to publish it for me. Maybe I can earn some royalties. I also want to be a writer in the future, and I'll be like that novelist named Shi Shen.
Same."
"This fairy tale is interesting."
Yukiko Miyamoto browsed "The Ugly Duckling" and smiled softly, "But in the end, this story is about blood. Although it is an ugly duckling, the blood of the swan is still flowing in its body."
Yuxian smiled naively and nodded.
"I will send it to the newspaper in Narita District for you, but this fairy tale may not be published. Don't have high expectations. If you are willing to work hard, I will be very happy." Miyamoto Yukiko said as she carefully put the
The manuscript was placed in his bag.
"Well, if it can be published and you can still earn royalties, please accept it, Xuezi." Yu Xian said softly, "I want to help you pay off your debt and do my best to do my best."
You don’t need to ask about these things, Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to say that.
But I couldn't bear to dampen his hard-earned enthusiasm.
She nodded seriously: "Thank you, Zhisheng."
"I am your family, this is what I should do." Yu Xian swallowed the bread.
After breakfast, the two got in the car.
"Xuezi, I will work hard and won't let you down. Please be more patient with me." While fastening his seat belt, Yu Xian said naively, "I want to be a very powerful person and protect my family.
you."
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"I feel like you've become brighter," she said.
Maybe it's a woman's sixth sense. She always felt that he was dull before, as if he was hiding a lot of things on his mind, but today she suddenly felt that something had changed in him, and he made her feel warm when he smiled.
It's not a forced fake smile.
But a vibrant smile like a sunflower, warm and radiating light.
It's cute when it's dull, and even cuter when the sun shines!
Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't help but rub his hair.
Yu Xian, a young boy, held his schoolbag and looked up at the golden sunshine dancing around.
He is looking into the distant future.
And that dazzling future doesn't seem so far away.
"Yukiko."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"I'm a willful child, right?"
"Yes, he is a bit willful."
"Yukiko."
"Um?"
"I also want to be more willful."
"What's the meaning?"
"I want to be number one in Tokyo."
Yu Xian's naive smile faced her in the bright sunshine.
——No, it’s not just about becoming number one in Tokyo.
I will also paint windows all over the earth, so that all the eyes in this world who are accustomed to the dark night...
