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Question: What kind of experience is it when you wake up and find that your wife is gone?

ps. The relationship between husband and wife is quite good, please automatically exclude the options of husband and wife quarreling and wife running away from home.

pps. I suddenly remembered that my wife's family is a bit difficult to deal with, and there are many people who love to play pranks, so please ignore the question I just mentioned above.

Although this problem seems too strange, the reason that can cause this situation is completely possible in Fukuzawa's family... Ahem, there are even dozens of reasons that can emerge after careful investigation.

He subconsciously lifted the quilt, and scanned the corners of the large quilt and sheets to see if there was a sleepy orange cat, but——

not at all.

Turned around under the bed again, which is reasonable, after all, Shiori's sleeping position is always crooked and very cute.

Of course, if there are people around you, you will be more restrained, but if you are too tired and confused, it is not like a cat rolled to the corner of the room and bumped your head hard because your eyes are too dark to see.

As for the follow-up, it was cute and cute (intentionally squeezed out three tears) and used this as an excuse to get tired of him in his arms for two hours.

However, this time still not.

"Shiori?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously shouted again, with some doubts, but paused after seeing the unfamiliar room structure.

It can't be considered completely unfamiliar, the overall layout of this room has the style of his wife's subordinates, simple Japanese style, and even the three-sword carving pattern on the decoration.

and so--

Here, where is it?

"Ahem, cough, why does uncle...big brother know my name?"

Just before Fukuzawa Yukichi began to make reasonable inferences about the current situation, the wooden sliding door of the room was moved away, and the familiar and unfamiliar figure probably heard his question just outside the door.

Ah, it's Shiori...is it??

The little girl outside the door is about seven or eight years old, her skin is white and almost transparent, her lips are very light and bloodless, and she looks thin and small.

Dressed in white clothes, she looks like a holy witch, with some...

In short, it is quite different from the Shiori in his memory and impression, just like the difference between the delicate and precious flower buds in the greenhouse that need to be cared for carefully, and the endless summer that can still be full of flowers in the torrential rain in summer.

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help coughing twice again, her cheeks flushed a little because of this movement, and she looked less like Sister Lin (no, more like it on the contrary).

"Name? Shiori?"

indeed.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had a somewhat absurd conjecture in his heart, but he continued to extend along this conjecture.

Suddenly a stranger you've never seen shows up at your house and wakes up calling out your name.

Ok……

Sure enough, I crossed over (calm down)

Looking at Ruan Meng's wife (at least 10-version), Fukuzawa Yukichi's thoughts flew to strange places.

Could it be that Shiori didn't have a strong sense of self-protection when she was a child? !

One confronts adult strangers.

This will not work.

This though was met with him.

But, what if, what if you encounter a bad person?

For some reason, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who suddenly turned into an old father, suddenly became nervous because of wild thoughts.

"Well, I'm the new God Inspector of this maru, codenamed Inoue."

Xiao Shizhi didn't notice his strangeness, she replied solemnly, and after only a few words, her lips seemed to be dry and cracked again.

She skillfully poured herself a glass of water, moistened her lips, and her light pink lips were stained with a layer of moist sparkle, and continued.

"Before I took over this Honmaru, my parents and the teacher emphasized to me not to tell others my name for the time being, logically speaking..."

No one here should be able to know her name.

Xiao Shiori's face showed a slightly dazed question, and she tilted her head involuntarily.

"Could it be that big brother... no, is uncle an acquaintance of my parents or my teacher?"

Nuo Nuo's voice became reserved, and the blush on her cheeks hadn't dissipated, she secretly glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi, obviously aesthetics is something natural, and the pink on her apple skin became more intense.

But after growing up, the rudiment of the honorific madman still appeared, and a bit of annoyance and shyness could be seen on his face if he looked carefully.

"Because Mr. Urahara and Mr. Yeichi have lived together for a long time, and it is said that they know many people."

She actually followed this line of thought and began to think seriously.

However, Fukuzawa Yukichi no longer had the heart to listen.

Isn't this the obvious thing?

Being called uncle by one's own wife is a "magical" experience.

The age difference between the two of them is a bit big, and now it's even more——

There is a prickly feeling.

Responding to him, that frightening aura of ice and snow spread.

No, I'm going to scare people.

"I guessed wrong, I guessed wrong."

"……right……"

Xiao Shiori, who was not frightened by Fukuzawa Yukichi's face but seemed to have heard the heartbroken voice, waved her hands in panic, looked up at Fukuzawa Yukichi, and showed a more anxious expression than himself.

"I'm sorry, but there is still something wrong. Well, big brother..."

The name changed all of a sudden.

The petite child already has a gifted intuition, she spreads a smile that is softer than a doctor's soothing, and the little dimples on her cheeks are incredibly sweet.

Shiori.

It turns out that she was so considerate at such a young age, Angel Maji.

It turns out that not all children are the same as Ranpo.

There are also children in their teens. Relatively speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who has a certain amount of parenting experience, is deeply touched by this, and the background is almost obscure.

"Cough, cough, cough."

"Little Ji-jun—"

"Grandpa Sanriyue..."

Probably also hearing Xiao Shiori's cough, the wooden sliding door was pulled open.

Xiao Shizhi's eyes lit up, and she cried out softly.

Taidao with cyan hair color is wearing an old pullover sweater with a style and color that is even difficult to explain in words. The grandfather of the Sanjo family with the crescent moon hidden in his eyes skillfully patted Xiao Shiori on the back, and smiled at the girl with a kind of elder doting on his granddaughter.

"Lunch is ready, here is Ji Jun's favorite sweet thick egg roast."

With a slow tone of voice, Xiao Shizhi's hair curled up in line with the owner's mood, her cheeks rubbed against the front of Mikazuki Zong's fluffy sweater like a cat, and she whimpered.

"Um umm."

"I like Sankayue the most!"

"Hahaha, very good very good."

The Taidao youth coaxed the little girl quite skillfully, stroking Xiao Shizhi's soft day lily-colored shawl hair with his slender fingers.

After a full two or three minutes, he raised his head, and seemed apologetically reminded that there were other people in the room.

"Sir, let's have dinner together."

……

The old man who was born in Heianjing was naturally reasonable, and nodded slightly.

But Fukuzawa Yukichi still felt a certain familiar disgust and pressure——

"I'm sorry."

So, he is really skilled.

Although this is nothing to be proud of.

# # #

According to the information disclosed by Xiao Shiori herself, she has only come to this Honmaru not long ago, so the number of fusangshen in it is not too many.

In addition to the California Kiyomitsu as the original sword and the Mikazuki Munekin who was the first forged sword, there are only a few short swords and fighting swords that are said to be common.

And Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, who is said to have taken control of the entire Honmaru kitchen in just two days.

Koshiori's meals are specially made, and unlike the ordinary Japanese food of other knives, her lunch is a children's set meal that looks cute.

Cat paw rice balls shaped like cats and decorated with seaweed, thick egg yakiniku sliced ​​into hearts, hamburger meat wrapped in sauce and made into tree shapes, and vegetables with various printed patterns.

As far as the overall layout is concerned, the picture is a work of art in the cat climbing tree game.

Worst of all, even the most chilled rice balls look steaming hot.

The matching tableware is also unsurpassed in its cuteness.

……

Lost.

Sure enough, the experience of raising children and raising children is not the same.

"Ah! It's Meow Meow——"

Pale cheeks fainted a little, the little girl exclaimed in a childlike voice, a few steps quickly walked up to the candlestick Qie Guangzhong who was still wearing an apron, and fell into his arms.

"Mi sauce is amazing!"

Cute, all in all very cute.

Ah Wei went back and forth to die countless times.

"As long as Ji Jun likes it."

The young man who skillfully scooped up the little child put his arms around Shiori and carried her to the chair.

"Mi Jiang is super good, I like Mi Jiang the most..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi clearly felt that the air followed by the phrase "favorite" stretched out, and his eyes swept across the little girl who picked up the fork from "all directions".

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then burst into a smile that no one could refuse.

"I like eating rice made by Mi Jiang the most, I like the hug of Grandpa Sanriyue the most, I like the little skirt Qing Guangguang chose for me the most, I like the bedtime stories I was told to me the most, and I like Brother Yaoyan hugging me and holding me high ..."

After making sure to praise all the knives, she took a deep breath, her face was full of joy and happiness, and she emphasized her tone again.

"I like everyone the most."

"Clap-"

"Backed?"

Yamabuchi, who was shy by nature, was the first to be unable to hold back, the white sheet was pulled down more and more, and finally he still couldn't hold back the temperature of his cheeks that was hot enough to boil water, and fell to the ground with a bang.

But the "culprit" at this moment seemed natural and innocently held up the hamburger meat and blinked his eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Your caring little angel is online.jpg——

Just when Fukuzawa Yukichi was planning to match such a scene with a corresponding emoji, he heard the little girl's tone of voice change.

"Brother Yaoyan... the medicine, although the taste is very bad, but it is very effective, you can't hide your illness from medicine."

"Bam—"

Die in situ×2

"It looks like my physique is weaker than mine, it's not okay to be caught."

There was already a little sly energy in the pretentious tone of voice.

"Ji Jun, speaking of it, your fever just subsided last night, and you haven't taken your last dose of medicine yet."

Yaken Toshiro, the cue, pushed his glasses unhurriedly, interrupting Xiao Shiori, who was not mature enough and lively enough to get carried away.

The reflectivity of the lenses is impressive.

……

"Brother Yaoyan~" Blinking.

"No." Firmly.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Fukuzawa Yukichi: After going through #818落人狂魔是怎么做成#——#natural black of the road to becoming a talent#——#起娇撒rollingJust in order to escape taking medicine#

I can't stand it. I can't stand it.

"Ji Jun, eat well first, and there are still guests here."