Because I was afraid of death, I had to talk about love a few more times.

Then he suddenly stretched out his hand to caress the silky bathrobe on the boy's back.

She sewed this bathrobe for her husband stitch by stitch. Every stitch, as well as the injuries she accidentally suffered during the sewing process, are still vividly preserved in her memory.

Of course, the scene when the husband put on this bathrobe for the first time before his death, the scene of the two of them jumping happily is still fresh in his memory, but that face, but I don't know when it started, has gradually become strange.

"Ka... Kaori-san?"

Nakano Mayu felt the gentle touch on his back, even though he was separated by two layers of clothing, it still made him tremble all over.

Wherever the wife's palm touched, there was a tingling sensation, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"Yu-chan, don't move yet, I haven't seen this yukata for a long time... Can you take a closer look..."

"Well..."

He heard his wife's pleading words behind him, and he responded with a smile, without making another sound, and let his wife do things to him.

But it is a pity that although the wife is in a daze, she still maintains a little consciousness.

The palm of his hand caressed the bathrobe, but did not touch some sensitive parts of his body.

"Mr. Chaoyang proposed to me in this yukata back then..."

"Mr. Chaoyang?"

"It's Riho's father..."

"Ow..."

"The way Yu-chan puts on the yukata looks very similar to Chaoyang-kun's. They both look good. If Yu-chan doesn't mind, I'll give you this yukata..."

While the wife was speaking, the iconic sly smile returned to the corner of her mouth, as if she had escaped from the sentimentality just now.

"Such an important relic..." Nakano Mayu was also very satisfied when he saw his elegant and handsome appearance in the mirror, but after all, it was such an important thing, and he never thought about taking it away.

"It's okay, Mr. Chaoyang didn't like to waste the most during his lifetime. If he knew that his favorite bathrobe has been rotting at the bottom of the closet, he would definitely be sad..."

While the wife was speaking, she raised her hand and rolled up his cuffs slightly, exposing a part of his wrist: "It's cool to roll up a little in summer, I have specially designed it here..."

"Thank you Kaori-san..."

Seeing Mrs. Kaori with sincere eyes, he also nodded slightly, and put away the bathrobe.

Bestowed by the elders, dare not resign...

Although there is no such statement on Neon's side, the cultural core of this sentence is common wherever it is placed.

As an elder, Mrs. Kaori, as long as the gift is not too precious, she can't just refuse it...

Moreover, he still struggled with whether or not Mrs. Kaori's mission should be completed...

But now, when he saw his wife, whose husband had passed away for many years and was still in love, he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

A way to skillfully complete the task without harming Kaori-san.

"Xiangzhi-san, where is Chaoyang-san's spirit seat? I took his clothes and wanted to offer him a stick of incense and let me know by the way..." Nakano Zhenyou said with a sincere expression.

"Ok?"

The wife was a little surprised, took a deep look at him, and then said with a smile: "That's fine, anyway, you will burn incense to Mr. Chaoyang sooner or later..."

"Goose..."

Seeing his wife's ambiguous smile, of course he knew that she was referring to Riho's side, rather than having any development with the wife herself, so he responded noncommittally.

"Come with me..."

After the wife finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the bedroom, led him to the door of the room at the deepest part of the corridor, opened the wooden door and walked in.

This room looked like a study room, and there were many old-looking tomes on the bookshelves on both sides.

In the middle, facing away from the window is a wooden desk that looks old. There is a spiritual platform beside the desk, and there is a spiritual tablet on it.

Nakano Shinsuke took a closer look. The interior of the study was neat and clean, and the over-glued black-and-white photo on the coffin was even more polished. It seemed that someone took care of it on weekdays.

"Hey, Yu-chan..."

The wife took out the incense from the desk drawer and handed it to him, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "If Mr. Chaoyang sees his future son-in-law so handsome, he will definitely be very happy..."

"Kaori-san, Riho and I are just friends..."

He accepted the three sticks of incense with a slightly shy expression, assuming he was the age of a high school student.

"Hehehe...It's nice to be young..."

Nakano Mayu then turned his head and looked seriously at the young man in the black and white photo.

His appearance is handsome, his smile is sunny, and the sense of determination between his brows is indeed three points similar to him. No wonder Kaori-san keeps saying peace.

If you didn't know that this is Riho's father, just looking at this photo, you would think you have a long-lost brother or something...

While he was burning incense, he carefully remembered the appearance of the man in the photo in his mind...

After writing everything down, he looked at the handsome man in the photo with a hearty smile, and then looked at the wife with clear eyes from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart...

Chapter 340 Five Prohibited Playing the Violin!

"You sauce, have you seen my fat times?" The wife asked with clear eyes, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, as if she only thought of him as a hairless kid.

"Goose..."

When Nakano heard his wife's question, he subconsciously glanced at the black shorts wrapped around his wife's thighs, and imagined the pink Doraemon wearing them on his wife for a moment in his mind.

Assi...

What do you think, this pair of fat times doesn't look like what the oldest wife wears...

"Here..." He pointed to the pink panty under the TV cabinet next to him and replied.

"Huh...it scared me to death, I thought it was stolen by Mr. Thief..." The wife patted her chest, and said happily: "It seems that we don't have a man in our family, and we run an izakaya. Some time ago, Mr. Thief was often found at home..."

"Is that so?"

Nakano Mayu frowned when he heard the words, and his face was a little unhappy.

Although there is no serious patriarchal thought on Neon's side, for families without men, in some respects, it is easier to be looked down upon, or to be bullied by others...

"Next time, if there is any such situation, please contact me directly, Kaori-san..." He squeezed his fist lightly, making a 'crack' sound, and said seriously.

"Oh oh oh~ Yu-chan is already a man that girls think is very reliable..."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the wife's mouth, and her tone seemed to be coaxing him like a little kid.

Nakano Shinsuke pursed his lips. Facing his wife's response, he felt a little uncomfortable about being underestimated, but he didn't do anything to prove himself.

After the wife finished complimenting him, she went to the TV cabinet and squatted down, picking up Fatty.

"Strange, why did Fatty come to the living room?"

"Is it possible that Ai Sui took it by accident?" He subconsciously raised the possibility with the highest probability.

"It's possible that Aiho's and I's fat times are similar in style, and we sometimes get confused..." The wife raised her face slightly and muttered with a thoughtful expression.

Out of politeness, he looked into her face as she spoke.

But because the wife walked to the TV cabinet and stood a little close to him, looking up from his angle, it was completely blocked by the two majestic "Eight Willow House" baby cafeterias, and the wife's face could not be seen at all.

"Hmm..." Nakano Mayu, who was dazzled by the cafeteria, answered his wife speciously.

After all, it is impossible for me to discuss topics such as fat times with female elders in the living room!

"Hee hee, Yu-chan is really innocent..."

But his specious behavior seemed to be judged as embarrassment by his wife, and he laughed and teased, and then left the living room pinching his fat times.

Watching his wife's plump figure disappear outside the living room door, he also rolled his eyes.

If you're really pure, that's fine...

At least I won't be helpless when the little yellow hair makes some perverted jokes...

He sat silently in the living room for a while, the sunset outside the window had begun to slowly turn golden, and the few remaining rays of sunshine were making their last resistance...

Just after Nakano Zhenyou came back from the bathroom for the second time, the mother and daughter who were "still holding the pipa and half covering their faces" came in one by one.

wrong...

Putting on a yukata and wearing light makeup, the wife stood beside the three Riho sisters. It would be more appropriate to say that they were sisters.

All four of them wore the same cherry-colored yukata, with pale pink petal patterns on the yukata, and they were arranged in order of height from small to large.

Aiho, who was the second child, stood on the shortest side, but Mrs. Kaori, who was the head of the family, was shorter than Riho and stood between Akeho and Riho.

"Hey Yu-chan, as a boy, what should I say at this time..."

The wife blinked at him, and her eyes drifted to Sato who was beside her.

Looking around, Nakano Shinsuke was wearing a cherry-colored yukata, and his black hair was tied into a bun with a blue hairpin. He was standing beside his wife.

He couldn't tell whether the girl had makeup on her face, but felt that she looked a little more beautiful than before.

The white and slender swan neck lost the protection of the long hair at this time, and against the backdrop of the cherry-colored bathrobe, it was charming and charming.

I don't know when Neon started. Men have a paranoid obsession with the back of women's necks, thinking that women's back necks are a very sexy part.

A woman who fully exposes the back of her neck will also exude a charming atmosphere that is not the same as usual.

Although Nakano Shinsuke was not affected by these 'dross culture', at this moment, he suddenly saw the back of the girl's neck that was rarely shown on weekdays, and the shy and timid attitude towards her gaze, but pretended to be natural. It also caused some ripples in his heart lake more or less...

"Ahem..." Nakano Mayu cleared his throat, and was about to say something according to his wife.

Yaliu Risho stepped forward in small steps, and covered his mouth in front of his mother and sisters: "Don't...don't say unnecessary things..."

Because she was wearing a yukata, her movements were very small, coupled with the girl's blushing and calm appearance, she looked a little more charming than the usual Riho...

At this time, the girl is like a peach that is about to ripen, the juice begins to fill the inside continuously, and the rosiness on the face is more like a precursor to maturity...

"Well..."

Covering his mouth with the girl's warm little hand, he interrupted what he had just concocted just now, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the girl's palm with some dissatisfaction.

"ah!"

Riho was startled by the sudden tongue, and quickly retracted his little hand as if he had been electrocuted.

She felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, so she bit her lower lip lightly, raised her face and tried to make a 'vicious' expression, and stared at the boy.

Little did they know that at this time, her pretty face was blushing and staring, in the eyes of Nakano Mayu, it seemed that there was some subtle hint.

Nakano Shinsuke raised his eyebrows with a smile, and asked the girl the meaning of his eyes with his eyebrows.

The girl saw his 'frivolous' expression, her palms were still a little wet and itchy like an electric shock, she angrily raised her little foot wearing a foot bag and stepped on his instep.

Neither of them were wearing shoes, and the girl's feet were soft and she didn't really exert any force. She stepped on his instep and crushed it, saying it was to vent, more like a 'foot massage'...

He pursed his lips, facing the comfortable 'foot massage', tried his best not to roll up his eyes.

After all, there are two younger sisters and a wife not far away. Mingsui and his wife are chatting casually, but they are always watching the two people who are interacting with each other from the corner of their eyes.

"Pervert-san! Don't play the violin in my house!" As if noticing the subtle look on his face, Riho quickly retracted the soles of his feet, and at the same time leaned forward and whispered.

"Who is playing the piano?!"