When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

At dawn, the soft sunlight sprinkled the eaves like gold powder. The black-haired girl nestled in her father's arms, her small body curled up like a hibernating squirrel. She unconsciously hugged Shier's arm like a food protector. The little squirrel held a pinecone tightly and refused to let go no matter what.

It was difficult for Shi Er to describe the mood at that moment.

He thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Warmth and caring have never been his style, but looking at Zao Ji's sleeping face, his steps eased a lot, and he was careful not to make a slight sound when he opened the door. Fortunately, she was probably too sleepy, deep sleep and peace of mind The breath temporarily disabled her hearing, but she didn't wake up.

Shi Er put Zao Ji on the sofa, dragged the blanket at the entrance, and gently draped it over her body.

Afterwards, he emptied his eyes and stared at her quietly for a while.

...he didn't guess.

He didn't even think about it.

Someone will stubbornly wait at the door of the house, waiting for his return.

Shi Er has lived a wandering life for more than ten years. Until he met his early mother, he was like a human being forgotten by the world. He had no roots and no fixed place. Just a homeless bum.

Even though he reorganized the family with his early mother, Shi Er did not get rid of the wandering habits that carried through his youth, but his wife is gentle, amiable and understanding, who sees through but never reveals it, like a curtain that moistens everything Silent Rain firmly believes that sooner or later they will be able to run in with each other, so that the prodigal son can give birth to nostalgia for home.

It's a pity that things are impermanent.

Before that lady succeeded in changing Shier, she died a long time ago.

Shier never confides his past to his family, and never brings a bloody storm from the outside world into his home. Perhaps this is the only thing he has learned in the seven years since he married his wife.

He always kept it a secret from his family.

But he suddenly forgot that the "family" would also worry about him.

Zao Ji sat in the porch for a whole night, letting the cold autumn night wind engulf the sky and spread the loneliness on her clothes, adding a bit of desolation.

This is something even her mother has never done.

That lady is a typical Japanese woman, a portrayal of gentleness and submissiveness. Even though she is intelligent, her identity as a wife makes her stop at "overstepping the rules"-no matter what her husband does when he goes out, don't ask too much, don't ask too much It is good to quietly assist and support.

Even if their family is a little bit special... the wife makes money, and the husband does housework.

After having a child, she was busy between work and family, so she couldn't take care of her husband even more. She gave Shier full freedom, but she often fell asleep because she was too exhausted, and forgot to leave a message for her husband who came back late. a lamp.

Shi Er actually doesn't care. For him, it is enough to have a place "to go back to", and he will not be greedy for too much.

until today.

He finally realized what it was like to be "waited for".

It turned out that he didn't care, it's just that he hadn't tasted it before, so he could handle it so lightly, like a person who pretended to be noble and sneered at money without seeing the real gold and silver treasures.

The boat, which was beaten by huge waves and bumped up and down with the waves, suddenly settled down.

"..."

Shi'er looked down at her. After a long time, his straight lips curled into a slight arc. He stood up from the sofa, casually took off his blood-stained jacket, and walked into the kitchen.

……

Early Ji was awakened by the faint salty fragrance in the air.

She opened her eyelids in a daze, a few blurred figures appeared on her retina, and the blanket covering her shoulders suddenly slipped a few centimeters.

She made a faint, puzzled gasp.

Then came the man's deep magnetic voice, a little listless: "Are you awake? Come over to eat when you wake up."

Sooki blinked.

Then she bounced up like a cat stepping on its tail.

"Dad... Dad!!"

Early Ji's face was flushed red, and she stammered and asked, "When did you come back...before me?"

But Shi Er snorted inexplicably. Unexpectedly, the father who took pleasure in teasing his daughter didn't make fun of her: "I'm sleepy. It's okay, I'll stay up for you at noon." Porridge, if you don’t eat it, I’ll throw it away.”

"Don't, don't!"

Zao Ji threw off the blanket in a hurry, quickly put on his slippers and ran over, staring at the simple porridge and side dishes on the table, his eyes shining.

There is a meteor shower in the sky, and Dad actually went to cook in person!

Moreover, I don't know if it is her illusion.

Taking advantage of the spare time of holding the bowl, Zao Ji quietly glanced at Shi Er.

Does he seem to be in a good mood?Talked a lot better than usual.

With a little more peace of mind, Zao Ji boldly asked: "Is Dad going out to work again?" Obviously she can support him, isn't Dad the kind of person who can eat soft food and never work hard?

Shi Er's expression was very complicated for a moment.

"I didn't do it voluntarily." He thought for a while and said, "There are a few curse masters who are overwhelmed with their own eyes, and I have dealt with it in the past few days."

Zao Ji suddenly became worried, "Is Dad okay?"

"I'm not that wasteful yet," Shi'er was a little annoyed, "I solved two, but the remaining two escaped. Because I was busy investigating the traces, I didn't go home very often."

Zao Ji was once again convinced that Dad was in a really good mood.

He wouldn't have explained so much to her before!

Knowing that her father is capable of coping, Zao Ji felt relieved, she smiled and said, "That's good."

Their conversation did not shy away from the two children at all.

Forget about Xiaohui, his head is full of food.

It was Tsumiki who listened to their conversation and looked up at them eagerly.

Tsumei Ji Zaohui can understand the conversations of adults to a certain extent, which also creates her curious personality. Once she encounters a problem she doesn't understand, she always likes to break the casserole and ask the end.

"Sister." Tsumiji tugged at Zaoji's sleeve, and asked limply, "What kind of work does daddy have to do so he can't go home?"

Early Ji: "..."

Shir: "..."

Both of them got stuck for a while.

Zao Ji came back to his senses, and within a few seconds of brainstorming, he pulled out the most suitable explanation from his memory.

"That's right." Zao Ji turned his head and looked serious, "Father's job scientific name is 'Little White Face'. This kind of job has a special feature. The less often you go home, the more lucrative the salary you get."

"Tsun Meiji, dad is doing it for this family!" She said with a serious tone.

Shir was expressionless.

Very well, two years have passed, and Zao Ji's understanding of the profession of "little boy" has broken through a new level.

However, Jin Meiji did not show the expression of adoration as early Ji thought, but the corners of her mouth twitched, her brows frowned, her eyes were watery and could condense into tears at any time, she was full of unbearable.

She is kind by nature, empathetic and compassionate.

Therefore, Tsumiji's first reaction was: "Can't 'Little Boy' go home? This is too pitiful. Huh..."

Just to make more money and let the family live a better life.

[Little White Face] people have to travel around outside, eat and sleep, and it is difficult to go home once a year, leaving the enjoyment to their families and the hardships to themselves.

So great.

It is also too distressing.

Under the influence of early sister's misunderstanding and description, as well as the father's halo bonus brought by Shier, the word "little boy" has become a Weiguangzheng profession of "sacrificing oneself for home" in Jin Meiji's impression.

Tsumiki wiped the corners of her eyes, wiping away a few inconspicuous tears.

She went to kindergarten to report earlier this year.

The teachers in the small class are very kind, patient and gentle. They play games with them, make friends with them, and teach them knowledge. Every time before school, the teachers will give the children homework for the next day.

Some homework is to draw a greeting card, some is to sing a nursery rhyme, and some are asked to answer a question.

Tsumiji's teacher assigned such an assignment: "After the holiday is over, tell the teacher what your wishes or dreams are!"

Tsumiji thought about this question for a long time, and she didn't think about it until the end of her long vacation.

Her first reaction was "to be like my sister".

But she soon had a problem—what kind of person is her sister?

She tried asking people close to her sister.

Xiaohui said: "Sister, you are a good person!"

Sister Early Ji is of course a good person.

Xiao Hui's words didn't have much reference, so Tsumiji turned around and asked Dad.

Shir said, "A fool."

Tsumiji was confused, Sister Zaoji is not stupid, and why would a father say that his own daughter is a fool?

She went to ask her early friends again.

Hai Teng said excitedly, "It's one of the five pillars of Wings of Darkness, the pillar of the organization!"

Saiki Kusuo is more normal: "It is the light of the righteous way, which is sprinkled on the earth."

Xia Youjie was even more concise: "Dog."

There are different opinions and different opinions. Tsumiji couldn't find the real one from the wildly different evaluations. She asked around and felt dizzy. The image of her sister was almost demonized.

This road didn't work, so I had to think in another direction.

What kind of person does she want to be in the future?

Ordinary family dinners, steaming porridge, cold pickles, and the "little boy's talk" that disturbed her and almost lost her appetite.

——Tsu Miki seems to have touched the outline of the answer.

……

After the autumn outing, Zaoji returned to her normal school track. As usual, she sent Tsumiji to kindergarten, and then trotted all the way to her school with her schoolbag.

Tsumiki was carrying a small schoolbag of the same style as her sister's, and her immature cheeks were full of determination.

The teacher in the small class saw her at the school gate at a glance, and led Jin Meiji into the school gate with a smile, "Zin Meiji is really a good boy, she doesn't cry or make trouble, she is much stronger than boys."

Listening to the crying and howling of ghosts and wolves at the entrance of the kindergarten, Tsumiji, who was calm and at ease when she first came to the kindergarten, was like an angel.

The teacher set her up as a role model, and of course, Tsumiji was the first to hand in homework before every class.

On the podium, the teacher looked at Jin Meiji with smiling eyes: "Then, let's ask our Jin Meiji to tell you what her dream is."

"Yes, teacher."

Tsumiji stepped onto the stage generously, rolled up her book and acted as a small microphone.

"After studying and thinking for a long vacation, I saw and heard many things, and finally found the answer in my heart."

Facing so many clean and innocent gazes, Tsumiji paused every sentence, with a perfect accent:

"My dream in the future is to give a home to the little boys all over the world!"

In this way, they don't have to be wandering and lonely like their father.

In Tsumiji's eyes, there was outrageous righteousness.

The teacher's expression was completely cracked.