The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The engine of the Nissan 240SX warmed up slowly, melting the white carvings on the windows. Yu Xianzhi threw his schoolbag into the rear driver's seat and waved at the dean's greasy fat face: "Goodbye, I will be back. Look at you."

The dean wiped his tears with a handkerchief: "Let's live a good life, childish!"

Yu Xianzhisheng was about to get into the back seat when a gentle voice stopped him, "Sit next to me and chat." Miyamoto Yukiko turned to look at him and said.

Yu Xianzhi thought for a while, took out the schoolbag from the back seat, held it on his chest, and sat next to Miyamoto Yukiko.

The little red sports car started slowly, heading towards the boundless road—or the future. It drove away calmly and vigorously. The scenery on the side of the road quickly regressed, and every frame was an unprecedented scenery.

The endless white wheat field makes people want to shed tears. Looking at one end of the horizon, it seems that they can cross the limit of sight and see the Tokyo Tower, which is being repaired for the second time.

The ethereal voice of Miku Hibara came from the car stereo. This rhyme, which was once rated as Japan's No. 1 song, made people's memory empty together with the heavy snow.

Yu Xianzhi propped her chin up, her dense eyelashes opened and closed occasionally, recalling her past life. In fact, she could do too much, whether it was the curse of Tokyo Daiichi Bank's impending bankruptcy, or Tokyo The heavy metal poisoning incident in Dagang Bay, or the top singers who are about to be all-powerful in the 1990s have appeared one after another.

Japanese special photography is still immature, and Ultraman Tiga in Heisei 8 has not yet become light in the hearts of children. It will take more than ten years for people to understand Tang Ze Xuesui's demonic temperament.

Shaking the world ahead of time?

But none of these seem to be things a child should consider.

Yu Xian Zhisheng felt so.

"Is there any treasure in your schoolbag?" Miyamoto Yukiko said suddenly. "I see you're holding it tight."

"A fishing rod." Yu Xianzhisheng replied.

Miyamoto Yukiko nodded and said, "Do you like fishing?"

Yu Xianzhi hummed: "I like it, I like it very much."

Miyamoto Yukiko was silent for a while, not knowing how to continue the communication. She had never had any experience with children, and this was the first time she had brought a child into her life.

This is a living little boy, not a kitten or a puppy, and even a kitten and a puppy are not easily discarded.

When she was a child, she had a cat and was thrown into a deep well by her father. At the same time, she was scolded for how the women of the Miyamoto family would like such fragile things. From that time, she vaguely felt that something was broken in her heart, and it spread until Today, with the garrison camped in her heart, an occasional inattention will shatter the spirit of her attack.

Miyamoto Yukiko drove with one hand, handed a small white medicine bottle to Yu Xianzhisheng's hand, and said, "Help me unscrew it."

Yu Xianzhi looked at the font on it and understood that it was a psychotropic drug for depression, and joked, "Is it a contraceptive pill?"

Miyamoto Xuezi turned his head to look at him, and said after a while, "No big or small kid."

He handed her the two pills, and after seeing her taking the medicine, about five minutes later, her spirit finally improved, and the face of the iceberg beauty eased a little, like the winter snow of Mount Fuji slowly melting until halfway up the mountain, It indicates that the spring flowers are about to bloom, so the words between the two can't help but increase.

"Do you have a girl you like at school?"

"Where would it be, but Aunt Miyamoto, have you never been in love?"

"It's not interesting to be in a relationship, for me."

"But it's a pity not to fall in love." Yu Xianzhi opened a lollipop and handed it in the direction of Miyamoto Yukiko, with a little Kyoto atmosphere of 'Would you like one, old girl' .

Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and shook his head.

"Although it's a pity, I don't think it's interesting."

"When did you fall in love at school?" Miyamoto Yukiko said, "Tell me in advance."

"Do you want to say this?"

"I'm your guardian." Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly remembered something and reminded, "Oh, when you get home, don't play with that little girl named Tian Kongkui."

"Why, is she bad?"

"She has albinism. Playing with her, you are also an alien." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "The elders in the family used to say that this is a bad omen, so it's better not to approach."

"I see." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

I know shit, I just know that feudal superstition kills people.

"But I don't believe it." Miyamoto Yukiko stuck out his tongue. Probably feeling inappropriate, she looked forward again and said nothing.

I have to say that it is really interesting to watch an auntie cute in this kind of year. Yu Xianzhi yawned and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed of a little girl in a white dress hiding behind the sunflowers and waving to him constantly. He felt annoyed and annoyed at first, but she couldn't stand her laughing all the time, so he stretched out his hand.

It feels really soft.

Squeeze it, your head is too big.

By the way, your little girl is made of plasticine, right?

There was a sudden turbulence in Yu Xianzhisheng's mind, and she blinked, seeing Miyamoto Yukiko, who was not looking very well, she seemed to have just woken up. And his hands are rubbing in inappropriate places.

Miyamoto Yukiko's expression didn't change much, she was just a child, she wouldn't think in any nasty direction.

"Get out of the car, I'm home." She closed the car door and walked out.

Yu Xianzhisheng jumped down with his schoolbag in his arms, and there were two sounds of locking the car behind him. It was noon, and the scent of various foods wafted from the villa area, mixed with the cold snow, which was very life-like.

Following Miyamoto Yukiko to a door, there was a sign of 'Miyamoto' house next to the generous door, with the pattern of swords engraved on it, which looked dignified and murderous.

The villa is not big, there are only three floors in total, and there is a small swimming pool in the courtyard, which is about the size of five or six floating duck swimming props, but now it is full of thick snow mixed with dead leaves.

It must be fun to jump in and swim in the snow.

Yu Xian Zhisheng did not do that.

There was plenty of heating in the room, and Yu Xianzhisheng only stayed for a while before feeling hot all over, so he took off his worn printed cotton jacket and threw it into the laundry room.

Miyamoto Yukiko was very satisfied with his behavior. She thought that this little guy would throw his dirty clothes on the sofa impolitely, but she was already ready to train others. This was the first time she had a crush on a man. The creature has a pretty good feeling.

The laundry room is connected to the balcony, and when you look up, you can see the women's small objects. Yu Xianzhi was surprised to find that Miyamoto Yukiko's underwear and bra are very conservative, and the only arrogant point may be the small lace on the underwear. bow.

At the same time, there are some unwashed underwear in the laundry basket, a pair of black ultra-thin leggings, and a pair of thin tights for exercising. , this green mint can be said to be the only trendy color in the dark age.

"If you take a shower, you'll wash it later, I haven't prepared your toothbrush yet." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "Eat first, the food I cook is okay, you can wait for me at the dining table, or you can walk around the room first. When you go shopping, don't go to my house."

Yu Xianzhi nodded, sat at the dining table in a thin sweater, turned to watch the TV series playing on the TV, it was still the same "Homeless Child".

"I'm different from you." He said softly in his heart to Aizawa Rin on the TV.

Suddenly, the floor-to-ceiling windows made a few crisp sounds. Someone was knocking on the glass. Yu Xianzhisheng looked over there and found that the person who knocked on the window had escaped. The only thing she saw was her back in a small white dress. .

"It's her again." Miyamoto Yukiko stuck her head out of the kitchen, her eyes narrowed, her face sullen.

"Tian Kongkui?"

Yu Xian asked childishly.

Miyamoto Yukiko did not answer, and quickly went back to continue cooking.

The knock on the window sounded again.

This time, Yu Xianzhi quickly ran to the window and saw the figure of the girl in a white dress. She did not run away immediately, although most of her eyes and face were hidden under the almost dry white hair. But Yu Xianzhisheng could still feel that she had something to tell herself.

The sound of the range hood in the kitchen was very loud. Miyamoto Yukiko probably didn't know that this little girl named Tian Kongkui had gone and returned, and killed a carbine. Tian Kongkui must have turned over from the yard. She was wearing a dress. Against the grey wall.

She was gesturing and talking all the time, but the glass was thick and soundproof, so Yu Xianzhisheng couldn't hear what she was saying, and could only judge by the shape of her lips.

"What do you want to say?" Yu Xianzhi exaggerated his lips, "Just repeat one sentence."

Perhaps it was the connection of the heart, the little girl didn't say anything else, she pushed back her dry white hair, revealing a pair of ruby-like pupils like a rabbit, and simply repeated this sentence.

"Run away."

"Run away."

"Run away."