The Japanese story between me and them is not scary

grandmother…

Looking at the text on the phone page, Bei Yuan's expression became a little complicated...

This poor old man is already his last relative in this world...

In my mind, the beautiful memories belonging to my childhood kept reappearing...

he thought...

"Always have to go back and see...it can't be the same anymore..."

In the past, Beiyuan Court was very rude to this old man... because he took the old man's doting for granted, so whenever she made him a little bit unhappy, Yuan Shen would get angry with the old man...

The Beiyuan who crossed over has inherited the memory of the original body, as well as all the interpersonal relationships around him...

Of course, he will not be as withdrawn as the original body...

Although the original body didn't have any interpersonal relationships, the only family relationship was still firmly imprinted in his soul.

And since Beiyuan accepted his memory, he must take responsibility for what is left of him...

In the past, he owed too much to this old man, but now he has the opportunity and will to change... He is not the guy who didn't understand anything.

That being the case, let's go back and have a look this summer...

After all, he has been away from home for so long, and he misses his hometown very much...

Well, before that, I have to bring a few people back with me...

For example, Xiao Yihe, for example, Dragon Pattern Yingyue...

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly have a feeling of returning home...

After all, his girlfriends are not ordinary girls, taking them back will definitely cause a stir in the village, and even other villages...

But that's exactly what he wanted...

Being a little more high-profile can also make the old man who has been humbled in front of others all his life prouder...

And when it comes to how to turn an ordinary thing into a luxury, Beiyuan believes that Longwen Yingyue can do it well...

As for Takahashi Chihui, Kitahara remembered that she seemed to have other things to do this summer vacation, so he didn't take her back for now...

Anyway, this distance can be reached in one thought for her.

【I'm going back for summer vacation...】

Beiyuan thought for a while, but he didn't know how to reply to this lonely old man. In the end, he could only reply like this...

Chapter 170 IX Marriage

After sending out the message, it didn't take long before Beiyuan received a reply...

【Do you really want to come back?That's really great...I know it too, I will prepare your room in advance...If you want to eat anything, you can tell me...]

[No need, you always pay attention to your body, don't run around... just wait for me to go back...]

【Oh...do you really have nothing to eat? 】

【No…】

……

Putting the phone on the table, Bei Yuan turned on the lamp on the table.

Snapped…

The bright light illuminates the desk. On the desk, there are several carbon pens inserted in the pen holder, and there are several poetry collections placed at the corner of the table.

Beiyuan looked away from the things placed on the desk, and then looked at the clean and tidy surface of the desk...

It's time to move on to a new scene...

Hearing the sound of the desk lamp being turned on, Xiao Yihe, who was jumping happily, stopped, turned her head to look this way, and rubbed her cheeks with her small round hands. After all, she couldn't reach her head, so she could only rub her face when she was puzzled. Instead of scratching her head, seeing Bei Yuan's serious face, she looked away boredly, Bei Yuan's big bed is very soft, she likes to roll on it...

And most importantly, Beiyuan's bed has his psionic aura, which makes her feel extremely comfortable...

Take out the diary from the Taisho period from the room of heart...

look...

The diary is very new, it doesn't look like it has been used much... Obviously so many days have passed, and the owner of the diary has kept it very well...

But Kitahara knows that it is actually updating something every day...

This thing, to be precise, is a girl's diary...

Recorded something personal...

Beiyuan turned the first page...

The font is beautiful and lovely, and the content is like this...

[Today, my mother brought me a diary, saying that when I am bored in the palace, I can write something to pass the time...

I feel very happy, but I don't know what to write, after all, I have never left the palace... I don't know what the outside world is like...

It may be difficult for me to write a diary, but I will stick to it...

Sigh, let’s finish here on the first day, I still have female workers to do...]

……

[Today, elder brothers brought back a lot of beautiful and novel clothes from outside, and gave them to elder sisters, they all liked these clothes very much.

I heard that these clothes came from the west...

The West, I have never been to it, no, it is better to say that I have never been to the place outside the palace...

But what kind of place is it?Why are there such strange clothes?It's completely different from the yukata I'm wearing...

Sigh...my sisters don't like me, so I can only hide away and watch them try on clothes secretly...

I really want to touch what kind of fabric that dress is...how did that color come out?

It would be nice if you could give me one...

But I heard that those clothes are very expensive, my mother has already had a hard life in the palace, I can't let her have any more burdens...

I really hope... to get married sooner.

If you get married earlier, you can save your mother from working so hard...]

……

[They all put on new clothes, they all look so beautiful, they are completely different from me...

In front of them, I can only wear a bulky kimono, and there are endless female workers to do every day...

I feel like I can't hold my head up... But it's okay, people have to learn to be content...

The yukata on my body was made for me by my mother so hard. I am already very satisfied...how can I ask for other things?

It's just... Recently, I always feel that the surroundings have changed a lot...

More and more people put on new clothes, people around me looked at me with a strange sense of superiority, that feeling, as if I was eliminated by history...

Well, my mother may be busy recently, I haven't seen her for a long time... I don't know how her health is recently... I'm a little worried. 】

……

[If new things are constantly appearing with the development of history, what kind of things will appear in the distant future?

I have to wash clothes every day, I feel very tired, and my hands hurt. Sometimes I also wonder, in the future, will there be props that can wash clothes by myself?

Hehe... I feel like I'm thinking wildly... I can't be lazy...

Well, I heard that my mother is pregnant recently and has been favored by my father. I feel very happy, because my mother has finally lived the life she wanted...

It's just that Mother hasn't come to see me for a long time...

I went to her a few times but was turned down saying that pregnant people can't be bothered...

The last time we met, I also felt that her attitude towards me was a bit cold...

At that time, the mother also put on new clothes, looking like a beautiful concubine.

But the look in her eyes made me a little uneasy and scared... In front of her, I didn't look like her daughter, but rather a servant, like a mud leg in the country...

Mud legs...Obviously I am also a princess...Why...do you think of yourself like this? 】

Ok?

Bei Yuan looked at this, and suddenly saw that the paper was a little wrinkled...

Reach out, touch the folds...

tears...

He looked at the last sentence on the page...

In my mind, a scene slowly emerged...

A girl in an old yukata, crying while writing...

Writing a diary seems to have become her habit, and it has also become a way for her to relieve her depression...

A girl's life is certainly not just what she writes about it...

Although she is a princess, her life is actually no different from that of a servant...

Beiyuan looked at the bottom of this page...

There, there is still a large blank space that has not been written...

Kitahara tried to turn the page again...

blank…

The diary only writes up to this point... It seems that the following content has not been written, but it may not be the time...

Kitahara thoughtfully...

He took out the carbon pen from the pen holder, and began to write in the bottom blank space of the diary...

While writing, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

This notebook can be answered. If the little girl saw a new paragraph of strange text suddenly added to her diary, would she be startled?

Here's what he wrote...

[Things that can automatically wash clothes have been invented now. Its name is also called a washing machine. It has square shapes and round shapes. It can clean clothes with only water, laundry detergent, and electricity...】

He didn't write anything else. After all, it was the first time the two communicated. If they said too much rashly, Beiyuan felt that the little girl would be frightened...

So as far as it goes...

After writing this sentence, Bei Yuan's eyes stayed on the diary for a while longer, and after finding that there was no reply, he put the diary back into the room of heart...

That little girl is probably busy now...

dong dong dong...

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly...

Bei Yuan looked at the door...

……

click...

The door opened, looking at the girl standing at the door, Bei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly...

"Didn't you say it? You can't dress too revealingly in the living room..." He said a little speechlessly.

The one who appeared at the door was Hoshina Murata who had just moved here, but at this time she was only wearing a wide sweater, the lower edge could only cover her buttocks from showing her panties, her two white and tender thighs were straight and slender...

She wore a pair of white slippers, and the skin on her ankles was white and tender. It seemed that she was blushing because of her shyness...

Standing in front of such a beautiful girl dressed like this, even someone as resistant as Bei Yuan felt a wave of restlessness in her heart...

But he forcibly suppressed the restlessness...

Looking at the sweater, I saw the words "struggle" on the wide sweater...