The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"Quilt." Yukiko Miyamoto smiled sheepishly, "Made for Yu Bao."

"Quilts?" Shirasawa Rie opened her mouth in surprise, "It's almost late in the summer, what are you doing with quilts?"

Miyamoto Yukiko didn't answer. She held the big box in her arms and placed it on the ground first. Then she opened the door with the key, carried the box upstairs, and entered Yu Xian's room.

Shirasawa Rie followed him upstairs and saw Yukiko taking out a large soft quilt from the box and laying it on Yuzuru's childish little bed.

The windows were open, the night breeze fluttered the curtains, and the stars in the sky were gradually obscured by dark clouds, making it look like it was about to rain.

Miyamoto Yukiko found the light switch with familiarity and turned on the small lamp on the table.

The slightly drunken warm lamp illuminated this small room.

Yuxian Zhisheng's room has been unoccupied for nearly half a month, and its popularity has dissipated. However, the table and other items are spotless, all items are neatly put away, and the floor is clean.

You don't need to think about it to know that these are all done by Yukiko.

Ever since Yu Xian left home, she would sit here every day when she came home from get off work, turning on the light and looking out the window, holding her cheeks in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking. After the daze, she would seriously Cleaning this small room as if he would come back at any time, spent every day like this.

Miyamoto Yukiko sat on the spread quilt, patted her hands and said with a smile: "From today on, I will sleep here for a while."

"Ah?" Shirasawa Rie grinned, "Isn't it hot?"

"There's nothing we can do about the heat. The quilt I bought for him is a new quilt, and it's not yet smokey." Yukiko Miyamoto said with a smile, "It's better to put someone to sleep in, and then put it away so that it can be used when winter comes." .

"

"This is the first time I've heard of it." Rie Shirasawa scratched her head, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower first. Do you want to watch the replay together later? I'm going to buy a beer?"

"No, I want to go to bed early." Yukiko Miyamoto said softly, "You can sleep in my room tonight."

Shirasawa Rie nodded and walked out. Not long after, there was the sound of water in the bathroom. Miyamoto Yukiko was suddenly stunned when she heard the sound of water, and then shook her head with a wry smile.

Whenever she heard a voice full of life, her mind would always think of the child at home. She had stopped drinking beer long ago because she missed this thing and couldn't suppress it even with beer.

She took off her shoes, hugged Yuxian's childish pillow, leaned against the head of the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her legs. The quilt was indeed very hot, and sweat slowly escaped from her body.

When Miyamoto Yukiko was not a woman yet, but was still a cute little girl, she would see Miyamoto Kiyoshi holding a quilt covering her body every summer. Even if she was covered in sweat, she would not lift the quilt.

Miyamoto Yukiko, who was wearing a little white dress, would hide at the door and snicker every time, thinking that her mother was stupid. How could anyone put up a quilt in summer?

——Until Miyamoto Kiyoshi left this home.

Last year, she made herself a cotton quilt, but when winter came and she covered herself with the quilt, she discovered that the smell on the quilt was so pungent that she couldn't sleep.

She asked the owner of the bedding shop and found out that new cotton quilts all have the smell of cotton lint. This is the fat secreted by cotton on the surface of the fiber, which can protect cotton seeds from getting wet and deteriorating. This can prove that the ones sold are definitely The real thing, not a cheap stuff filled with other artificial materials.

The only way to get rid of this odor is to sleep more. As long as the person sweats, the cotton in the quilt will absorb the sweat, and the smell will dissipate.

At that moment, she remembered Miyamoto Kiyoshi's sweating appearance. She was hiding behind the sliding door and snickering, while her mother just looked here with a calm smile on her face.

"Come here, Yukiko."

The little Xuezi jumped into her mother's arms, looking up at her innocent and beautiful face.

"It's so comfortable to sleep on a quilt like this." Miyamoto Kiyoshi touched her little head.

"But why sleep in the summer?"

"You'll understand when you grow up."

"I don't want to understand. It's so stupid, isn't it?"

"Don't speak too early, Xuezi. One day, you will be willing to do the same."

"That day will never come!"

The stars were shining that day, the cicadas were chirping and the frogs were chirping in the courtyard. My father was practicing swordplay in the training room, my grandfather was smoking a pipe in the corridor, and my grandma picked up the camphor leaves that fell in the yard one by one.

At that time, the world was quiet and the years were peaceful. She never thought about growing up.

Miyamoto Yukiko buried her face in the pillow and shed tears silently. It turned out that one day she really grew up. It was unexpected and ordinary, just like every simple day in life.

Yes, mother, that day came and I did it willingly.

It turns out that for the people in my heart, people can change unimaginably.

The quilt was soaked with sweat and was as hot as a stove, but when she thought that Yu Xian's child could cover herself with such a quilt in winter, she could endure it and she couldn't help but feel happy.

"I'm sleeping!" Shirasawa Rie knocked on the door after taking a shower.

"Okay!" Yukiko Miyamoto said softly, and then she heard the door closing.

She wrapped herself in a quilt, locked the door, and sat at the table under the skylight.

There were dense dark clouds outside the window, and the rain was heading towards Tokyo from the coast. The evening wind on a May summer night could not move the hair stuck to her forehead.

She took out paper and pen.

Pick up the pen and write down the words.

...

Tokyo, Chuo-ku.

Yu Xian took a refreshing bath and felt his sore muscles. Three consecutive performances consumed a lot of energy, especially since his body had not yet undergone systematic physical training and relied entirely on instinct for support.

But when he thought that Xuezi would like his performance very much, he felt so comfortable, and he felt as happy as a little kid who scored 100 points and ran home to show off.

Sawano Kazuki wanted to take him to the celebration banquet, but he refused. He was very tired now and just wanted to have a good rest. Kuroki Hitomi also called and wanted to have dinner with him, but he was also rejected. .

I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.

There was lightning and thunder outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and Tokyo Tower stood in the fine rain.

The rainy season has not yet passed, there is still plenty of rain, and it is another night of falling asleep with the rain. He likes rain. When it rains, people will become very lonely, but if they endure this loneliness, the feeling of longing will become stronger. , Xuezi's appearance became clearer in his mind.

He sat against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to the bustling night view of Tokyo, and took out his manuscript paper and pen.

Pick up the pen and write down the words.

...

[Yu Xian’s childish kiss]

...

【Miyamoto Yukiko's personal message】

...

【See words like me】

Rain fell from the sky, and the two people slowly put pen to paper.

...

[What a pity that I didn’t get to see you, Zongsheng]

[Xuezi, I’m sorry I couldn’t see you tonight]

[But it doesn’t matter, I’ll see you again. 】

The two of them lowered their heads and wrote on the paper, laughing in unison.

...

[How did you eat in the hotel? Are you still used to your current life? It’s very hard, thank you for your efforts for our home]

[As for things in life, please don’t worry. The food here is very good. You can eat whatever you want at the buffet. There are all kinds of lobster and abalone. It’s just that you can’t eat too much as an idol, otherwise I won’t be polite. Life is not hard at all. It’s just that when I miss you, I feel a little sad. But when I think about working hard for our home, I’m not sad at all.】

[When I heard that you were writing love songs and still being in love, I was really shocked]

[Oh, by the way, what they said about love songs and love is all a joke, please don’t take it to heart]

[Do you need pocket money? The business in the store is very good and my wallet is full. Please feel free to ask]

[Oh and also, next month’s bonus will be distributed soon. Yukiko, do you want to buy new clothes? I will send the money to you]

[Ah, I wonder if there is any chance to meet during your competition? I made some new sets of pajamas for you, and I want to bring them to you, but you can also send them over, I hope you don’t dislike it]

[Tell you secretly, Xuezi, I bought seven sets of the same clothes here. Isn’t it a bit ridiculous, but I think this dress is really comfortable. First, it was bought by you, and second, it was bought by you. , Third, you bought it, Xuezi is a discerning woman, I felt so from the first moment I saw you. I really want to meet you, talk to you, and show you the stories I wrote. I really want to hug you, Yukiko]

[The performance at the competition was great. I really want to be the first to hug you. By the way, I have prepared a surprise at home. You will know about it in the winter! 】

【Zhisheng, I really miss you】

[Xuezi, I miss you so much, I will try my best to meet you]

[Zhisheng, when I was writing this letter, I was sitting in front of the window. It was raining outside the window. I wonder if it was raining heavily where you are? The weather changes quickly, be sure not to catch a cold]

[Yukiko, I was in front of the window when I wrote this letter. It was raining so hard. Tokyo Tower looked like a giant with gonorrhea, and the light was not so bright. I think it must have caught a cold. I think the sun is the antidote to it. 】

[By the way, Jiaosheng, in the future I want you to live in Chuo-ku. When you open the curtains in the morning, you can see Tokyo Tower. I want you to live an upper-class life, so I’m going to start saving money to buy you a house. Rest. When you are here, please visit Chuo District more often. If you like a house in that place, please tell me]

[Xuezi, when I make a lot of money, I want to buy you a house in the Central District, anywhere. I hope you live a high-class life. I will buy you whatever you want. Please look forward to me. 】

【......】

[Zhisheng, I still have a lot to say, but it’s getting late. I’ll rest first. I have to work tomorrow]

[Xuezi, although I still have something to say in my heart, it’s getting late. I have to rest and I have to train tomorrow]

[Well, I’m a little embarrassed, will you miss me?]

[Xuezi, I really miss you. I even dreamed of you in my dream this morning]

【looking forward to your reply】

...

Miyamoto Yukiko folded the letter and carefully put it into the envelope. She looked at the pattering rain outside the window and smiled with her cheeks propped up.

The plants in the yard were howling due to the rain, but they were refreshingly green and full of vitality.

...

Yu Xian took out an envelope from his old schoolbag, put the letter paper in, smeared it with glue, and laughed for no reason. He looked at the dense rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the car lights on the wide road, and the caramel. Ordinary car lights melted on the candy viaduct, and the vision in the warm eyes was blurry.

The little kid slowly raised his hand and wiped his tears alone.

Like and love are words and adjectives created by humans. His feelings for her have transcended these two dry things and become an indispensable part of life. He tried to imagine the days without her. Happiness, come and fill up the empty puzzle pieces in your heart. It was a desolate forest, where he lost his childhood in his previous life and could never find it again, but this time he didn't want to leave anything behind.

I love you deeply, Xuezi, more than the sum of human emotions. It cannot be seen or touched, but it is a huge force that supports me in this strange world.

I will continue to work hard, I will use all means, I will do whatever it takes.

Until you say to me, forever and only.

Until our hair turns gray and the oceans dry up.

Until I take you to travel around the world, leaves of all shapes and countries understand our language.

Only then will I relax.

I will stop slowly, slowly, let fatigue swallow me up, and hold your hand towards the beach.

...

Three days later, the two men received each other's letters.

They sat under the window and read the letter, then looked up and saw a rainbow hanging in the sky.

...

Yuanjia, flower garden.

Abundant rain dyed the plants green, fat, red and thin.

The cherry blossoms planted in the yard fluttered down and fell on the golden feather fabric beside it. The boy's 'God Killer' was placed next to it, and he was slashing continuously with a wooden knife.

Yuan and Dafeng walked in with seaweed rice balls and barley tea.

"You should have knocked on the door." The young man said softly and stopped slashing.

Yuan and Dafeng quickly put down their rice balls, knocked on the courtyard door, tilted their heads and winked at him.

The young man looked at her speechlessly and picked up a towel to wipe away the sweat. There were thorny muscle lines on his arms, which extended to the tight mermaid lines on both sides of his abdomen. His bronze skin shone in the sun.

Two people were sitting in the corridor eating rice balls.

She had already eaten Yuan and Dafeng's portion, but judging from her expression, it was obvious that she still wanted to eat.

"Don't you want to lose weight?" Huang said.

Yuan and Dafeng shook their heads, their chests shaking.

"She doesn't understand the word weight loss yet." Yin's voice came from the eaves of the roof. "She only knows to eat less, but her eating less is also very scary for normal people."

"..." Huang was silent for a while, then handed the rice balls in his hands to Yuan and Dafeng's hands.

Yuan and Dafeng's eyes bloomed with color, they took it and ran away.

"The old man will punish you if he finds out." Yin gloated, "Yesterday during the collective physical examination, both Yuan and Dafeng were found to have fatty liver disease, and a ban was issued not to allow her to eat more."

"I've given it all, so I can't avoid a fight with the old man." Huang waved his hand, "It's you, why are you hanging here?"

"Ninja stealth training, I will fly to North America next Monday to perform a mission." Yin hung upside down from the beam, looked at him and said with a smile, "How about you, you didn't notice my existence."

"You snuck in at half past six in the morning." Huang took a sip of barley tea. "I was squatting on the toilet at that time. I thought you liked strong flavors, so I didn't knock you down."

"I didn't see you squatting on the toilet! By the way, why didn't you say anything when you knew it? It made me happy for so long in vain." Yin looked at the information while holding the computer, and said plaintively.

"It's boring to say it." Huang put on the feather fabric and said with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, why didn't you go to Miss's celebration party yesterday?"

"I don't want to go, I want to go to bed early."

"Are you afraid of seeing that boy? But he didn't come yesterday."

Huang laughed and shook his head.

"Let's see, thanks to him, Miss's ranking has risen to twenty-third, a very good result."

"Where is the person named Yu Xian?" Huang asked.

"He has been promoted from one hundred and twenty to tenth place. The people currently in front of him are all geniuses from Keio Private School." Yin clicked his tongue in surprise, "What a monster. This is a leap of more than hundreds of thousands of votes."

"He deserves it." Huang said calmly.

"Then why are you afraid to go? Are you worried about seeing the ambiguous scene between him and the lady?" Yin laughed.

Huang put his hands in his sleeves, walked over with a smile, and suddenly kicked on a beam.

The pillar trembled, Yin's ankles slipped, and she fell straight down, but in mid-air she turned over and jumped lightly to the ground: "Ha, you are so anxious, did I tell you right?"

"You are really boring." The emperor walked out without looking back.

"Hey, are you really not worried at all? What if the lady likes that guy?" Yin followed him and asked.

"What's the matter?" Huang walked slowly along the corridor, staring at the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard, "I have Mr. Kurokizaki's marriage certificate, and no one can change it except the old man. And the lady is still very young, who is young? I have never liked someone before, and she will look back when she knows she is wrong."

"Are you confident?" Yin patted him on the shoulder.

"Miss and I grew up together. This trust cannot be surpassed by anyone." He stood still, turned around and said with a smile, "Yin, you know it very well, right? You are the one who is anxious. You have been taking care of that person." People talk.”

Yin curled his lips and admitted it.

"You can continue to say whatever you want to say in the future." Huang said calmly, "I won't be angry because of this."

"You guys are really invulnerable." Yin scratched his hair.

"Hey, let me tell you, if he comes to you with a sword in the future, what will you do?"

"I'll chop him open."

"Aren't you afraid that the lady will kill you?"

"She will realize her mistake one day, and I will wait for that day to come."

As if he remembered something again, the emperor frowned slightly, stretched out his hands from his wide cuffs, and stroked the sword at his waist: "Does that child know how to sword?"

"No, he is a scumbag." Yin said, "But he has a very high IQ and is very organized in his work. The four major financial groups are played by him like dogs."

"Then there's nothing we can do. If he comes, we can only beat him up and not use the knife." The emperor slowly sheathed the God Killer in his hand.

"Oh, by the way, do you know who his adopter is?" Yin said suddenly, her tone was not a question, but a question, which showed that she already knew the answer.

"who is it?"

"Miyamoto Yukiko." Yin said.

There was an imperceptible beat in the depths of Huang's eyes.

"A member of the Miyamoto family?"

"Yes, the granddaughter of the old God of War Miyamoto."

The past is still vivid in my mind. At that time, Miyamoto Masao faced all the kendo halls in Tokyo and fought alone for a month without losing. This shocked the entire Tokyo and is still a myth in the kendo world.

"Do you think a woman from the Miyamoto family will pass on the one-hit-ryu kendo to that child?" The emperor breathed in the fresh breath of rain, raindrops dripping under the eaves, "Do they have that kind of trust between them?"

"Well, who knows?" Yin shrugged.

The emperor looked down at his sword, was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "She won't do it."

"There's no way she could trust that kid to that point."

...

Questionnaire:

(1) Rina Ryoko’s Lord of Himeji Castle

(2) Yukiko Miyamoto’s quilt

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