[Comprehensive] Idol reboot

deep in the snow

Daoming Sisi tried to stop him, but a beautiful little boy is much more attractive than a middle-aged uncle; without Huazelei's distracted attention, and even happy to see his success, Mr. Yikimura soon became a man at home. A name often heard, her new handkerchief handed in.

Although the child of the Atobe family so far, apart from his narcissistic and arrogant temperament, there is nothing good about him that Mr. Daomingsi thinks is good.But after all, it was the object of my choice, and the unconvinced attitude still accounted for the majority; it took a lot of words and stars to explain that beautiful men will turn bad in the future and there is no effect, but I said no to my beloved little girl, That's even more impossible.Therefore, he, who has always been domineering and uncompromising, had no choice but to sneakily test the pressure on the tutoring teacher of the private school and asked to change classes. He was happy to see that a little boy named Kuranosuke Shiraishi soon replaced Yikimura-kun as the little girl's Another new favorite.

Although in the end, Daoming Sisi didn't get any benefits, but for some reason, the uncle would feel inexplicably upset whenever he heard Xing laughing and praising his pure and kind friends.

Perhaps this is the sequelae of being a father, Daoming Si thought sourly:

But now that there is a second one, according to Xing's character, the third, fourth... until completely bored, this day will come soon; for some reason, Daoming Temple is quite sure about this.

Of course, he naturally doesn't know that the way children make friends has long since developed from reality to the Internet; and Xing's mobile phone was bought by him himself. Regarding this matter...

Hua Zelei just watched, he was too lazy to talk to the idiot ([-])

When Mei Zuoling went to pick up Xing who was playing with mud (to be precise, pottery) in a blooming violet garden, she saw the petals all over the ground withered and rotted under the feet of children; although she has a sense of beauty , but I couldn't help but feel a few more words about the passing of time and the change of people's hearts. I didn't expect Lian Hua to be like this.

...The result was that the literature and art teacher in the pottery class saw it heartily, and accidentally gained another confidante.

Having a child, Misaku naturally restrained himself a lot; worried that he would offend too many young women and be frightened by her husband's coming to make trouble (this shows that it has never been rare before), so he purposely expanded the scope of hunting a little bit.However, when briefly connecting with the charming and versatile female teacher, the age of the bystanders should not be less than eight years old; so whenever Misaku Ling bent down on a whim, she gently patted herself on the shoulder, and looked aside When the female teacher looked at her kindly, Xing always consciously got into the car alone. In the luxury parking lot where there were only a few cars parked, he opened the black car door to breathe, and usually he could go home in half an hour. .During this time, she would occasionally chat with Mr. Driver who looks like a wooden man, poke her puppet, and the fairy tale of One Thousand and One Nights would slowly come out of the rabbit's mouth; because of this time It's rare to get some quiet—for Xing who needs to attend classes with children during the day and chat with "children" at night, it's a good time to relax.

One day, she saw a strange boy.

About ten years old, with deep red eyes, he is a delicate and good-looking boy.Like her, he always sat quietly in the car alone, as if waiting for someone.But the number of times I have seen it is not many, so far, there are only two or three times; but what surprised Xing is that these two or three times are not only in the pottery class in Tokyo—whether it is the private physical education class in Osaka, or the pottery class in Kyoto. The tea ceremony classroom, or the ski class in Hokkaido... She can always see this handsome boy; out of sympathy for the disease (although she decides that she likes this disease), Xing tried to talk, but there is no response yet; The car glass with the black anti-reflection film was shaken up.The boy's calm attitude did not look like someone in the same situation as her, so Xing boldly asked the teacher his name, and the answer she got made her feel a little ashamed and embarrassed—because she was too good, her parents were always dismissed by the teacher. Called to discuss extracurricular skipping and competitions, "Xing, this song is not played like this, why do you always have to raise your fingers when skipping notes?" The teacher's patient words were still in my ears, and my fingers curled up again inadvertently. She thought aggrievedly that it was Asi who said that it is good to just learn these things casually, and you will be finished if you become a kind of idiot; anyway, at least...

She is also a poet.

But once, and only this time, she still found an opportunity—the spring cherry blossoms fell on the dark car, and through the half-opened car window, one could see the boy holding a strange little thing in one hand, The ups and downs made her worry curiously—what was he playing with? He always looked expressionless; thinking of this, she jumped out of the car, ignoring the shout of "Miss!" behind her, Wearing beautiful sheepskin boots, he walked past.Standing not far from there, even the driver in the car turned his head to look at the situation strangely, but the boy still held on as if no one else was there—so Xing saw clearly that it was the most boring thing in the world; After kicking the fallen flowers all over the ground, the young boy with a clear and handsome face put down the last one and turned his head slightly.

She stared at his eyes, there seemed to be no emotion in them, and Xing suddenly found some new pleasure; she lowered her head, picked up a still intact flower from the pile of flowers trampled by herself, and handed it over to him. past.

"What?" the boy asked coldly.

"Your dress is so plain," she said. "It will look nice if you pin it on."

(four)

The incident seemed to Xing the usual, innocuous whim; when the osmanthus was blown away in the courtyard, she soon forgot about it.

Day by day, time always flies by.

When this season came again, Ximen Zong Erlang suddenly said, let me take you to visit some old friends.

Xing was held by him indifferently, and the two of them spent several hours climbing the mountain with the falling rain and autumn leaves all over the ground; when Ximen felt that old people are really inferior to young people, when you were 12 years old When I climbed up and asked for my hug, Xing was already standing in front of the row of serious cemeteries.

"To see my father?" She casually patted off the raindrops on her body, raised her white skirt, and there were some dirt marks on her shoes; a young friend who loves sports said that it was a gift from nature, but as long as the When she sees it, she will definitely wipe it off, "My ears are calloused from hearing it, so finally take me to watch it."

"No." Simon shook his head and retorted softly, "You can watch it yourself when you have time, and Asi usually said enough, I'm not afraid you'll forget it.

People who live in their hearts can't see it even if they want to, he thought.

He took a few steps forward, bent slightly, and placed the laurel in his hand in front of the marble monument, "This is my sister."

"Oh..." Xing was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I share a bunch of flowers.

She flexibly used what she learned in the flower arrangement course, weaved a few laurel flowers with branches and leaves into an elegant wreath, and then placed it in the center, and said with some regret: "We should add more baby's breath, girl Always prefer something prettier."

"Perhaps, including men." Ximen Zong Erlang sat down on the spot with his hands in his pockets, "But if you pursue what you can't get, you have to pay a price for it-whether it's painful or easy, isn't life just the same? Is it like this?"

"Sure enough, when people reach middle age, they will say some strange truths that uncle likes to say..." Xing also sat down with him, "Now you are idle, why don't you tell me the story about her. "

"So that boy killed her because of jealousy?" Xing was a little curious, "Is my father so attractive that both men and women kill one—"

"So you too." Under the circumstance that the four of them didn't make an agreement at all, the most important life secret for this child was blurted out by Ximen in such an understatement, "What should you do?"

"Well... She tilted her head and thought for a while, "You should eat, you should sleep, there is no introduction, and you won't become like that easily, right?The blood is still diluted, but; I probably won't be able to get married in the future, or I will die-this kind of development is really bloody. "

"It doesn't matter," Ximen smiled, "A Si said, whoever dares to get you pregnant, he will chop off that person's [哗]; commercial marriage is fine, you can play whatever you want..."

"Pfft." Xing rested his chin, and the white skirt was stained with a lot of wet sand, "It's really his style. But if it's possible,"

She said: "I still really want to get married; since the four of you are not married, I'm very curious about the specifics of marriage—I'm a poet, and this is what Asi said."

"You can't forget about that..." Ximen covered his face, "Repeatedly taking your third-grade masterpiece as a dream in life - I posted it in the living room out of the principle that children should boast more many years!"

"Hey, but Lei often praises me now."

"He's a loving father! Just know the one who sings/red face."

"Have you finally admitted that you are the old father?"

"I remember that I haven't hit you... Strictly speaking, I haven't really performed the duties of the old father yet."

"Okay... I have to say that you really don't have much patience as a parent; I'm only 17 years old, and I'm still a baby, so I need more encouragement...

"Either you inherit the company, or you can just eat and die. After Ximen finished his last sentence, he found that his extremely bad mood had been relieved by her; he couldn't help laughing and relieved, but more, it was A kind of sense of loss in satisfaction-unknowingly, this child has grown to such a mature appearance.

"It's up to you. Get married if you want. If you find someone you like, it's not a big deal if you don't have offspring; isn't this kind of life very popular among young people nowadays." He stood up and took off the leaves on his buttocks, " let's go."

Xing bowed slightly to the stele with the strange name engraved on it, and followed him in two steps; "I think I have to say something to make you feel more at ease--have you ever heard such a story, Mr. Jiro, that is to say, there used to be a... "I know, this is the animation you watched last night, right?

That set of signed comics is still on my desk; please put it away, children who are almost grown up and still throw things around. "

"Tch~ I wanted to take advantage of this environment to brew my poetic temperament..." Forgive the widowed old man for not being able to listen. "

"You were still taking women home yesterday, I heard you."

...I'm going to kick you out as soon as you have your bar mitzvah! "

"Really? Get out and bring women home every day?"

The tall man was gagged, and watched the girl run away with a smile; he sighed and shook his head, but then smiled slightly.

Replacing the responsibility of parents, raising this child to such an age... Li, I don't know whether our approach is right or wrong; but, life is like a memory—with this choice, a person Live alone, or in twos and threes, deceiving yourself and others; Even if it is painful to think about it sometimes, I want to forget...

Thinking of the stories in the animation that I was forced by Xing to watch with my family yesterday, Ximen’s tears rolled down his face, but he laughed. Precious memories that adults may be able to bear, and even guard.Because of the choices he made in the past, today, he has finally become that kind of person who can overcome the sad past, turn the past into precious memories, and live like this.

With the one he loves, and the one who loves him...

live happily ever after.

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It's completely over, just like the main text, the if line is also without cp, let's make up the one you like~