The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 125

Near noon, it's lunch time.

There was a scent from the kitchen, and the rain outside the window became less.

The sound of wood saws came from the side room of the living room. It was my father who was processing wood materials. As the only carpenter in the town, he was making things if he didn't work in the field, and the family's expenses mainly came from this.

Father once wanted to be a swordsman.

When Yuan Laiguang was forced to practice martial arts by his father when he was a child, he was once taken to the vegetable field west of the town, holding two Suzhen made by his father himself, and told himself the family history with a serious face, and the history of his family. It was still the former glory of the samurai family, and the sense of solemnity and heaviness rushed over.

So far, the broad and tall back is still very clear in my memory.

The original body in memory was also a little emotional.

He even secretly made up his mind to become an excellent swordsman.

Until the moment my father waved Suzhen.

Minamoto Raimiko still couldn't calm his heart.

But when I followed the memories that had been buried in my heart, I saw a tall figure waving Suzhen in the vegetable field, with the awe-inspiring sword wind accompanied by the energetic shouts.

Close the sword until half an hour later.

In the setting sun, the figure of my father gradually became lonely.

The broken branches and willows of half an acre of rape blossoms showed their tragic situation.

"Honey, I'm hungry!!!"

It wasn't until his father came back from the side room cheerfully, opened his mouth and yelled to ask his wife for food, that he came back from the memories just now, and realized that the man who looked like a god would also end and become an obedient and well-behaved wife slave At the same time, he heard his mother's calling, and asked himself to go upstairs to ask Xiaoteng to eat.

Minamoto Raimitsu rubbed the cat's head angrily.

The round-faced raccoon cat lying on the sofa meowed dissatisfiedly.

Then lazily licked her pink paws a few times.

I went upstairs and knocked on the door of Saki Hatsukoto's room, and soon saw a familiar figure with her head drooping. Minamoto Raimitsu wanted to say something, but she seemed inexplicably depressed, and she squinted her eyes for a while and didn't say a word.

And Saki Hatsu Koto just silently followed him downstairs, covering his cheeks with his slender bangs as usual, and seemed to have no intention of opening his mouth.

According to Minamoto Larimitsu's understanding of this little girl, I'm afraid I don't know how many things have been thought about in my mind, and it's probably the best way not to explain myself.

After all, she was also there when the double first-class sister came to the door.

Dealing with emotions is really troublesome
Minamoto Raimitsu suddenly wanted to go to work again.

There is still no pressure to be with good sisters. You don't need to worry about doing too much, and you can enjoy the ultimate understanding. Don't care what you are thinking in your heart, at least you are really treating yourself well.

Soon the dishes, bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table again. Today's dishes are more abundant than yesterday, but the atmosphere seems to be not as open as when we first came, at least Minamoto and his mother can feel it.

Especially Saki Hatsu Koto sat with her mouth pursed and said nothing.

He ate silently with his head down and still looked gloomy.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Until Minamoto Raimiko spoke a word.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Hearing his son explaining that he was leaving tomorrow, Naoko Chiyo asked in a daze.

"I just received a notice from the school's academic affairs teacher. I have to hand in the opening report of my graduation thesis tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to help my family."

Minamoto Larimitsu also received the information just now that the opening report of the graduation thesis must be handed in, and this thing must be present in person.

In fact, I planned to stay at home for two days.

Helping parents do some farm work as a rest, but it was raining and accidents, basically all delayed.

"What kind of work? I was just talking to you for fun. How can you take it seriously? There is no reason to ask students to work."

Chiyo Naoko stared, not quite understanding the so-called opening report, but since it was a school matter, of course she fully supported it.

"He's 22 this year."

Genki Ichiro said in a muffled voice while holding the rice bowl.

"You're still 42!"

Chiyo Naoko immediately refuted her husband, and the family throne was revealed again.

In an instant, my father was so scared that he buried his face in the basin.

Then she looked at Yuan Laiguang again, maybe she was afraid that he would blame himself for this, so she explained softly: "Corn harvesting is not summer wheat harvesting, you can use a machine, but it's just some chores."

"If necessary, you can hire someone, and the family does not lack the money, as long as you and your father don't get tired." Minamoto Raimiko thought for a while and suggested aloud.

In fact, the income from farming is too meager, even in Japan.

Unless the family has a relationship with the farmers association and can apply for special subsidies, otherwise it is useless.

He once thought about getting his parents to stop working.

But the idea quickly faded away.

When children are sensible at first, they will persuade their parents not to work, because they feel distressed and too tired.

But this distress is often accompanied by coercion.

If you are more sensible, you will gently persuade your parents to do easy things, even if you don't like it, as long as it is easy and not tired, it is still very subjective.

Children who really grow up.

He will only help with a smile when his parents want to do something.

Even if he has the ability to change the status quo, as long as the old man is happy, it is better than being so tired.

It is obvious that the parents are still in their prime, and the power of the family has not been entrusted to him, so the father soon expressed dissatisfaction.

"Who do you hire? Does the wind blow all your money?"

"It's not easy to make money, don't you understand? Maybe you've made a lot of money by making some things now, but I don't believe you didn't work hard! My body is still hard, I don't need you, poor boy!"

"Although you said that making money is easy, you have suffered a lot!"

Genki Ichiro's expression went from being unhappy at the beginning, to loudly stating that he was not old, and even sympathized with him in his eyes, and patted his shoulder with a little emotion, as if I knew you best.

Minamoto, however, was silent.

Because he didn't know how to answer.

This money is really about the same as the wind blowing.

Going all out to deal with green tea?

That said, it took a lot.

After all, it is a big business of more than one billion.

To be honest, it was quite laborious.

Compared to Genki Ichiro who started to lose his tune again, Chiyo Naoko thought that he was going back, and said with a concerned expression on his face:
"Later, I'll go to the field and break some corn for you. You can take it home and cook it yourself. The food at home is still better than outside."

After a pause, she looked to the side with a smile again: "By the way, take some back to Xiaoteng."

Saki Hatsu Koto, who was eating silently, was suddenly called by his name. After a moment of stunned, he raised his head and looked around, thanked him in a low voice, and then buried his head in silence.

The reaction was obviously not as positive as before.

"Then I will go with you later."

Minamoto Raimitsu moved his gaze away from her face to the window.

The rain outside has almost stopped.

If he wanted to go to the ground, he would probably have to go barefoot. Of course, he couldn't let his mother go by himself, and it happened that he also missed the touch of the soil.

But the mother's focus was not on the corn.

She put down her chopsticks, coughed, and suddenly changed the subject: "Xiao Teng, you are all grown up, and you can actually settle the marriage, after all, you are already in your 20s."

"I've listened to Mr. Guang."

Saki Hatsu Koto was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, his cheeks blushed silently, and then he whispered again.

"Is there any problem with the elders in the family?"

Chiyo Naoko hastily asked a question.

"Grandma respects my decision."

Saki Hatsu Koto hesitated and said.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Chiyo Naoko shifted her gaze to the side: "What about you, Hikaru?"

She winked Minamoto Raimiko several times in succession.

It's like using your eyes to say what you should do and your mother has done what you should say, and then you have to make a final decision and take it while the iron is hot. It will end the last worries of her and her husband for Minamoto Raimitsu for so many years.

However, the answer Minamoto gave was not satisfactory.

"Let's wait and see."

Minamoto Larimitsu pondered for a moment and said: "I feel that the time I've been with Xiaoteng is too short, and we still have a lot of unfamiliarity with each other. At least we have to wait to accept each other's shortcomings before talking about marriage."

"Ah, yes, I'm a little impatient."

Chiyo Naoko's expression froze for a moment when she heard the words, she glanced at Xiaoteng's eyes that were gradually darkening, coughed twice and laughed to smooth things over:
"It is true that you have only been dating for a short time, and I am afraid that you are not very familiar with each other. It is better to learn more and see more."

"Exercise more at night, so as to promote your relationship."

Although I said this kind of atmosphere adjustment.

But Chiyo Naoko obviously felt that Saki Hatsu Koto was even more depressed, and she couldn't help but look at her son's face who was eating again, and she couldn't help but sighed a little in her heart when she saw that calm face.

Although she could see that Saki Hatsu Koto liked Aguang very much.

Love can coexist with other negative emotions.

How can a woman not be jealous?
(End of this chapter)