After being expelled by Xiongying [Comprehensive]

Mari Tsuji is 36 years old this year, and she was born in the prestigious Aizawa family. In the first 30 years, she was the eldest daughter of the high-profile and tough family. In the last six years, she was the wife of the Tsuji family who "withdrew from the power struggle with hatred, and endured humiliation to support her husband and children". .

——Look at the quotation marks and you will know that the defeat of the competition is pure nonsense.

Aizawa Mari, who is now Tsuji Mari, has indeed received an elite education to become a "qualified Aizawa Patriarch" since she was a child, but the status of the heir of the Aizawa family has never been settled.

It's not because of patriarchal reasons in the clan, rather, until she married into the Tsuji family at the age of 30, the heir of the Aizawa family had not been officially settled.

And the fact that is more interesting and even more troublesome to the elders of the clan is that the much-anticipated younger brother Xiaota, who was born ten years younger than her, has no intention of inheriting the family at all.

The current patriarch and the father of the siblings, Soichiro Aizawa, is in good health, and he is an extremely rare patriarch who doesn’t care about the heir at all—he doesn’t care about the gender of the heir, or even whether the heir is his own child.

If it hadn't been for the year when Truth got married, the elders of the clan tremblingly sat in the main house to demonstrate, Aizawa Soichiro would not have attacked his son so quickly, almost making Aizawa Shouta the heir.

Whether it is the workaholic father who lives and dies for the family, the elegant and virtuous vase mother who is not smart, or the professional English younger brother who is 'not doing business properly' and has no family property, they are all objects that Truth really loves and also really hates.

Especially younger brother Aizawa Shouta.

The "personality" of the Aizawa family is not a very aggressive type. I heard that there was a strange personality that was good at picking up turtles in the previous generation. Ray or something.

However, this child relied on his own efforts, bearing the opposition of his family, and insisted on becoming a professional hero.

It’s not that there is professional discrimination. After all, the stability of this society depends on the protection of heroes; but professional heroes and clans with hundreds of years of history are two professions, no matter how you look at it together, the latter is more——

All right.Truth admitted.

She was indeed worried about her lonely brother.

Mari Tsuji fell in love with her husband at first sight when she was 30 years old, and she gave birth to her baby daughter after five years of marriage. Then she heard the bad news of her husband's plane crash at the eldest daughter's full moon banquet.

The Tsuji family can barely be regarded as a flourishing family, and it is different from the simple population of the head of the Aizawa family. After the death of the young head, the relatives of ghosts and ghosts can't wait to pounce on the only remaining women of the head house like wolves and leopards;

While raising the prematurely born and frail baby girl, Truth re-shows her iron-blooded wrists to support her sister-in-law and mother-in-law. The daughter of the Aizawa family regains her arms in her husband's mourning hall, guarding the territory like a lioness.

The truth of being the head of the family with his father at one time is not rare for the family property of the Tsuji family. After the sister-in-law was stable, she took her daughter Shi Shiran back to the ancestral house for a "temporary rest" - and then collided with another fierce beast .

Makoto Tsuji is called a "lioness" because of her decisive and sophisticated methods, and she is more inclined to respect and dare not blatantly ridicule; and this little beast girl is indeed a "vicious beast" in the real and physical sense.

"...Nami is going to start eating food supplements recently," Tsuji Mari told the housekeeper while taking off his coat, "absolutely, absolutely, you can't let mother take care of Nami alone; what does father say? Do you need my help?"

The butler responded with a smile: "Master said, let Miss Zhen stay in the ancestral house for confinement."

"Is there something wrong with the old man?" Truji Tsuji was speechless, "My daughter is already one year old, what kind of confinement? I haven't seen you for a few years, and the man in this family is still a dead duck-mouthed character—ah, speaking of it, disappear too?"

Butler: "Master has been in the backyard today."

Tsuji Mari's face turned black, and he asked stiffly like swallowing a rock: "I really don't give up, brother idiot——cough, so, what's wrong with that guy...?"

There was a little worry on the housekeeper's face: "That child—"

"Her name is 'Oda Saki'." The tough-mouthed man of the Aizawa family walked over slowly with his coat in his hand, "It's not 'that guy'. Uncle Tong, can you fix this?"

Anyway, it is a new coat, and the price is quite expensive, so it would be a pity to throw it away.

"Wait until the injury on your arm is healed before helping her to rectify her name!" Mari Tsuji said depressedly, "Where's your sleeve, Mr. Kota? This dress has been worn since your coming-of-age ceremony, so cherish it!"

"Has it been so long?" Aizawa Yuta tugged on the surviving sleeve, lacking in interest, "Then why don't you just buy me a new one, Sister Makoto, and consider it a gift for becoming the heir of the patriarch."

"..." The man in this family is finished.Mother, I will take you out of hell right now.

Tsuji couldn't bear it anymore, "You became the heir six years ago! Idiot Xiaota! Use your brain when you speak! I count on you!"

Aizawa Xiaota touched the back of his neck, and it hurt slightly.The finished heir frowned and looked at the blood on his fingertips, raised his head and continued: "I will talk about the gift separately. Uncle Tong, help me find a medicine box. The previous one was broken."

Mari Tsuji was furious and incoherent: "Who told you about the gift?! Shouta Aizawa! Don't cry to me when you die!"

The young man who has begun to look like a teacher in the energy conservation department raised his eyebrows, and did not ask ignorantly, 'Why do I cry to you when I die? 'This kind of words will definitely be superseded on the spot-"Nami seems to have woken up. When passing by the room, I heard her turning over."

Ms. Truth, a single mother, froze for a moment, pointed at her younger brother's nose and cursed, 'Don't try to change the subject!Just wait for me! After that, he hurriedly lifted the hem of the kimono and ran to see the baby girl who just woke up from a nap.

Aizawa Shouta watched his elder sister leave, and his expressionless expression dropped slightly.

"Miss Truth is just worried about you." The white-haired housekeeper silently walked to the heir of the Aizawa family, "She has also been quietly concerned about the child's condition, and the servant who was attacked before was also comforted by Miss Truth herself."

Aizawa Shouta: "I know."

Aizawa's family is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

"Master, do you need to call a doctor?" The butler looked at his young master's scarred forearm and whispered worriedly, "Your previous injury doesn't seem to be healed yet, I hope it won't get worse."

The young man touched his bandage-wrapped abdomen, and returned to his indifferent and lackluster appearance: "It's okay. Let the domestic helpers try not to get close to the backyard, and add an egg custard to today's dinner."

"...I'll get the medicine box for you." Uncle Tong sighed and backed away silently.

'There is a bloodthirsty beast raised by Mr. Shota hidden in the backyard'—a week ago, such strange rumors spread among the servants of Aizawa's family.

According to the rumors, the 'monstrous beast' has reddish-brown fur and frightening green eyes;'

The vicious beast is vigilant and agile, with sharp teeth and four claws like knives. It has rushed out of the fence many times to hurt passing servants. Even the young master who is a professional Englishman cannot escape completely—

As the elder of the "old house" who has served the Aizawa family for three generations, Uncle Tong, also known as Mr. Housekeeper, knows clearly that the "vicious beast" that is difficult to tame in the rumors is actually a pretty, skinny girl...

No.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a girl.

She is really too thin, too thin. Occasionally when she crouches quietly in a corner with her knees in her arms, she looks like a doll that can be picked up with one hand.

Aizawa Yuta took the medicine box from the butler, went back to his room and changed his clothes and bandages, and then slowly walked towards the backyard with today's fourth milk porridge - Oda Saki's stomach is very weak, It is particularly fierce when eating, basically throwing up as much as it eats.

He could only fight with the little beast in the state of the Reversing River to prevent her from grabbing food, and at the same time, he tried his best to see the stitches, put small spoonfuls of delicious porridge, and squeezed the pitifully thin little girl's chin to her mouth Rise.

The area occupied by the Aizawa family's ancestral home is quite amazing compared to the simple population of the main family.It took about half an hour for Aizawa Shouta to move from the kitchen to the backyard, and then to take out some thin beast from the corner of a wardrobe in a spare room.

"Since you didn't do it directly, then..." The young man put the medicine box by his side, sat cross-legged lazily opposite the little girl, holding milk porridge in one hand and pointing at himself with the other, "Do you know who I am? Huh?"

The little ferocious beast tried its best to bury itself in the quilt, huddled into a ball and said in a muffled voice: "...Aizawa."

"Wrong answer. It's Brother Xiaota." Aizawa Xiaota made a meaningless joke and managed to make himself laugh, "Put down the quilt and come over to eat. I wasted a few bowls before."

The little beast didn't make a sound, but unwrapped the quilt rolled up behind it, trying to hide itself deeper.

It's obviously summer now.Aizawa Shota sighed, even though the ancestral house is located in a relatively cool mountain, Onomi would cry and refuse to wear an extra dress, and the servants always couldn't do without the electric fan when they were free;

If it weren't for supporting the face of the Aizawa family, Mari Tsuji would probably wear beach shorts to meet guests coolly—if so, this little foreign guy still tucked himself tightly into the quilt. I thought it was a baby vampire who was tricked.

It's fear.Fear of hurting others.

Only then will he hide in a closed place, and only then will he try to restrain himself.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but sighed again.

Aizawa Shouta put down the porridge in his hand, stretched out his long legs, and patted the little guy on his knees: "Come here."

A pair of eyes popped out of the gap in the dark blue quilt, blinking slowly, with a bright green color.Aizawa Xiaota patiently bent his legs slightly to make himself look more gentle and harmless: "Okay, it's okay. Come here——

"Saki."

Maybe it was moved by the short, deep two syllables, maybe it was because the young man with black hair in front of him held him down many times, maybe it was because of other reasons—such as buried memories—in short, Xiao The quilt gentleman moved cautiously.

Moved again.

When the little quilt tentatively moved to Aizawa Xiaota's legs, the young Zhiying touched the porridge bowl beside him, grabbed the dawdling little quilt, and scooped up the little guy before she could escape. into his arms.

"It's not you who hurt people," Aizawa Xiaota dug him out, half complaining, "What are you afraid of? Although personality is a part of a person's body, you belong to a special situation... Besides, you It used to be daring."

The first time we met, I kissed him slobberingly without admitting it.

The little cotton quilt was caught straight, and she fumbled around for a long time before giving up, with her messy dog ​​gnawing on her short hair, and still muttering to express her dissatisfaction: "Aizawa!...Aizawa! Aizawa! Ze!"

Articulate clearly.The vocal cords were not damaged.It must be because of my heart that I can't communicate normally.Aizawa Shouta pressed the little guy to feed the porridge: "Is it only called by the surname? The yard called 'Aizawa' casually, and said that they couldn't get more than ten responses..."

The young man pushed back the hair sticking to the corner of the little guy's lips, and said solemnly: "Come on, give it a try——xiang, ze, xiao, tai."

The little beast's voice was crisp: "Aizawa!"

The young man still didn't give up: "Brother Xiao Tai?"

The little vicious beast snapped: "Aizawa!"

The young man was dying: "Mr. Aizawa?"

The little beast blinked: "Aizawa!"

"...Okay." I admit defeat.Aizawa Xiaota suddenly felt that he was so bored, he obviously didn't even have the energy to go to class, but somehow he competed with this guy.

The man hugged Oda Saki, and said to himself: "Nami seems to have some kind of language enlightenment video tape, I wonder if Sister Mali would like to lend it to me... The CD player is also a problem... Mom seems to be—"

"Naimei!" The little fierce beast raised its head, and said in a clear voice, "Sister Zhenzhen!"

"...?!" Aizawa Xiao looked at the quilt little beast in shock, "What did you say?"

"I said, I'm hungry." The little beast spoke slowly, but not jerky, "I want porridge."

Oh shit.Simply shocked the whole family.Aizawa Xiaota suddenly felt cheated: "You can talk? You can talk?" Why did you ignore him before that!Is it easy for him to talk nonsense!

"Of course I can talk." Oda Saki looked blankly at this inexplicable adult, "I'm already 11 years old, why can't I talk?" Are you 11 years old and can't talk?

etc.Etc., etc.Aizawa Shouta raised his forehead: "Then why...wrong..."

It was his mistake.When Reverse Flow River controls Oda Saki's body, the image of "can do it without forcing it" is so deeply rooted in people's hearts that they still think that this child has communication barriers.

"Nomi and I have talked." Oda Saki said seriously, "I want to teach children how to speak. Don't talk to adults."

"...? Did you talk to Naomi?" Aizawa Xiaota had a bad feeling, "How did you get there?" Nomi's room and the backyard are separated by the entire Aizawa ancestral house!

"Night." Oda Saki shook his head, "Climb over the roof. She will wake up, and there is still milk powder." It seems that she is very satisfied with the fact that there is milk powder on the baby's bedside, and the little one even shows a rare He looked a little smiling.

...are orphans who were brought to the island.Aizawa Xiaotao's heart froze.

"Teach children to speak" is because many orphans with special personalities were gathered on the island during the war, and the three or four-year-old children naturally cannot speak clearly; "Don't talk to adults" is because the adults on the island only have Enemies, and those who would take advantage of them.

The children who are used as tools are locked together, and the older ones will hug the younger ones, trembling and comforting them not to cry;

Lack of food, cold and hungry, mature humanoid weapons like Saki Oda are occasionally thrown on the battlefield, the number of young children is decreasing every day, and every day is an endless night——

"Do you want it?" Bed, formula, or something else.The young man hugged the little girl wrapped in the quilt and asked softly.

Milk powder?Oda Saki was a little confused, but still replied blankly: "I don't want it." I'm already an older child.

... I may be stupid.Aizawa Xiaota rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and continued to feed the porridge conscientiously: "Take it as I didn't say it. Drink the porridge." Naturally, the little beast wrapped in the cup would not ask, so after a soft hum, he opened his mouth and bit Hold the spoon.

"Wait." The young man suddenly thought, "Don't talk to adults? Then why are you talking to me?"

The little beast puffed its mouth and swallowed the porridge, crisply: "Aizawa!"

"...I think you are responding negatively." The young man frowned, "Answer me."

Little beast: "Aizawa!"

"If you think grown-ups are so easy to deal with, you're wrong."

"Aizawa!"

"Do you remember your name? Where are your parents' names?"

"Aizawa!"

"I hope you can respect the people's teachers."

"Aizawa!"

"Even I would be angry."

"Aizawa!"

"...All right. Have porridge."

The author has something to say: Teacher Aizawa has mastered the skills of raising children √