The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"Ms. Miyamoto, please sign here."

The winter snow is flying, and people's fingers are cold through the shabby window edge. The director of the orphanage who is talking may be in menopause, and there is a bit of restlessness in his tone. It's just that Tokyo that has just been stuffed into his pocket and hasn't been warmed up yet. The check from the First Bank made her words not disrespectful to the woman in front of her with her ponytail on her high chest.

"Is it here?" The woman didn't seem to wake up. The long legs kneeling on the wooden mat outlined the graceful curve of Mount Fuji under the gentle pressure of the waist. Her fingers were slender and beautiful, and her complexion was like the deepest cherry blossoms in full bloom. clarity.

It should be a famous eldest lady of a certain family, but this age has exceeded the category of eldest lady. If it is placed in the era of the previous life, it will be an old leftover girl that no one wants.

Yu Xian Zhisheng bit the lollipop and thought.

"It's on the left, Ms. Miyamoto, and the one on the right is for this kid," the dean reminded.

This woman looked a little unwise, but the way she picked up the pen was valiant, and the appearance of a samurai who was drawing a sword was worthy of Miyamoto's surname.

"Okay." The woman signed her name on the contract: Miyamoto Yukiko.

Then she pulled up her long ponytail hair, and pushed a few bangs that were picked out behind her ears, like a surprise attack on the rebels, and then she waved at Yu Xianzhisheng and said, "It's you Yes, child."

Who is the child? A self-righteous adult.

But if I think about it this way, it really makes me look childish. People really can't go beyond the limits of their bodies. Since that's the case, I'll... Forget it, I'll just continue to be a human being.

Yu Xianzhi complained in his heart, but his body moved honestly.

To be honest, it has been almost three years since I came to this era. The vegetable cakes in the welfare home are really not for people to eat. Even the porridge is too thin to die. The only hope for people is the fried meatballs that can be eaten during the annual festival. .

There are also aunts who came to deliver things to the orphanage.

Whether it's fried meatballs or lollipops, Yu Xian Zhisheng can always get more than others. This is probably the advantage of being handsome. If the dean didn't know the greed of the aunts and set the super Due to the high adoption price, Yu Xian Zhisheng could have been picked up from this orphanage about three years ago.

I didn't expect that someone would actually pay that one million yen.

And it is the most impoverished period of the people in this era.

It's kind of scary to think about.

Yu Xianzhisheng picked up the pen and paper with residual warmth, signed his name on the right side of the contract, and glanced at the woman's name - Miyamoto Yukiko.

Miyamoto Yukiko and Yu Xianzhisheng, these two names are one on the left and one on the right, and the handwriting is equally slanted and cute. If it weren't for the age gap of nearly ten years, it would seem that some couples worship each other at first glance. Fate means.

When Yu Xianzhi was signing, Miyamoto Yukiko looked at his profile quietly like this, the winter snow outside the window, the shadow of the sun was gloomy and flowing, the little boy's black hair and black pupils reflected the coldness and loneliness, and seemed to faintly appear. Tears come.

At this moment, Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to hug him tightly, hug him tightly, and tell him that from now on, you will no longer be alone, and you will no longer be alone.

But she didn't.

Because the smell on Yu Xianzhisheng's body is too unpleasant.

In fact, she really didn't like children, and felt that children were really annoying.

In the past, the little girls from my grandfather's house would be thrown to her every summer vacation, so that she couldn't even sleep in, so she was so angry that she took off their skirts and smoked them one by one with a board through their underwear. The little girls didn't dare to come again.

Miyamoto Yukiko stretched out his hand, thinking of rubbing the child's head, but stopped because of disgust, and just said lightly: "Grow up slowly."

"Ms Miyamoto,

Don't worry, Yu Xianzhi is really a good boy. The dean looked at Yu Xianzhi and said, "Every time the outside world looks at this group of lonely...cough, poor children, he is the first to laugh, and they are also receiving compulsory education normally. , Yu Xianzhi was in the top 20 in the class! "

Top twenty? Is this a good result? The brain must not be very smart.

If it was before, Miyamoto Yukiko would probably have laughed outright, holding the newly bought bird fracture fan, and laughing unscrupulously with his friends.

But after all, it is different from before.

The power of the Miyamoto family is gone forever.

She smiled lightly, and the smile quickly disappeared.

"Zisheng." The dean suddenly shouted, and took out a piece of dried meat wrapped in oiled paper from his pocket, handed it to Yu Xianzhisheng's hand, and said with a smile, "Go and play with your mates first, I'll talk to you. Your mother said something."

Mother? I don't admit it.

Yu Xianzhisheng shook his head unpreparedly.

Immediately, my heart jumped.

There is only one contract. If this woman named Yukiko Miyamoto wants to go back, she just needs to tear up the contract. He is worried that his actions will hurt her, even if there is a million in his heart unwilling to admit it. She is her own mother.

Yu Xianzhisheng reacted in a second, continued to shake his head, and called in a tender voice, "Mother? But Auntie is so beautiful and young, she should be called Big Sister."

Miyamoto Yukiko blinked, turned his head and laughed.

The dean's eyes lit up and nodded: "This child's mouth is sweet, yes, yes, I said it wrongly, and it's not a problem to be called eldest sister. What I said just now is only in the legal sense."

Miyamoto Yukiko said, "He doesn't understand the law yet."

"After all, it's only the fifth grade when the school starts," the dean said.

Yu Xianzhisheng walked back to his bedroom with the pork jerky in his arms. After carefully licking the pork jerky, he started to pack his bags. He didn't have anything to bring, only a few books and a small fishing rod.

Yu Xianzhisheng threw the books with "Das Kapital" and "Road to Restoration" under the bed, put away the small fishing rod, and stuffed it into a worn bag with ukiyo-e prints.

The first episode of "Homeless Child" is playing on the color TV. This is a series produced. Watching the heroine Aizawa Suzu to control money step by step, it has reached an unprecedented height in the eyes of adults. It's a happy event.

Just not as good as fishing.

Making money should be something adults do.

You should enjoy your childhood at this age, right? bastards!

Yu Xianzhisheng watched the TV series while waiting for the dean to call him out, and he didn't need to listen to what the adults wanted to talk about to know how dirty it was.

......

The dean handed a cup of brewed hot tea to Miyamoto Yukiko, and said with a smile: "Ms. Miyamoto, this is the case, buying children is a rule in the hospital, and the better the children, the more expensive the price will be. In fact, everyone is well aware of one point. I hope that after you take your children away, don’t tell the outside world about these things. If you have money, we will use it to buy them for the children…”

Miyamoto Yukiko interrupted her and said softly, "I know all this."

The dean nodded hurriedly, holding the hot tea, stirring his fingers to and fro, hesitating for a moment, then continued: "Then, I want to ask your intention to need a child."

"I am lonely, unable to have children, and need a child to take care of my old age." Miyamoto Yukiko took out the speech prepared earlier.

"Do you have a husband?" the dean asked.

Miyamoto Yukiko shook his head: "Currently, no."

"What about a good man?"

"nor."

"Then how do you know that you are infertile?" The dean pretended to be surprised.

"It's better to say that I don't like men instead of being infertile." Miyamoto Yukiko looked at the heavy snow outside the window and said something inexplicable, "I used to think this world was very bright, but now I think it's colorless, so From now on I want to be a colorless person, thinking about nothing, which is probably best for me."

This is really incomprehensible philosophical rubbish, the Dean thought to himself.

The words turned into a smile again: "Ms. Miyamoto is really different, so I will be frank and blunt. I wonder if you know about the case of Sakurako Miumoto five years ago."

"I know." Miyamoto Yukiko nodded.

Five years ago, there was an extra-large case that shocked the western part of Tokyo. An elderly man bought five little girls from five orphanages and abused them to satisfy his animalistic desires. At that time, only Sakurako Nurimoto was alone The girl used her wit to escape, and crawled to the Metropolitan Police Department with the last of her strength.

The smile on the dean's face disappeared, and the cold winter feeling seemed to have been solidified in an instant, and it froze and extended infinitely in the blood.

"Then I want to make a record. Ms. Miyamoto Yukiko shouldn't have any special interest in this little boy, right?"