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Nomiyama gave her a strange look. The fact that she knew so much about Aster's actions at home could only prove that they were very familiar with each other and often visited each other.

He exclaimed, "You and Sayuri have such a good relationship."

For the first time today, Yukinoshita Miyabi's tone changed in front of him: "With that slut?"

The first thing she said was that she was a slut...

Nomiyama withdrew his hand, no longer letting her hold it, but instead took her hand and changed the subject: "Is there any dish you'd like to eat?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi's voice softened: "No, I like everything Kazehaya makes."

"Hmm, I shouldn't have asked you." Nomiyama tilted his head and kissed the little girl's cheek. "What does Shiono want to eat?"

Shino lowered her head, burying her face completely in his shoulder. She breathed in her breath, silently calculating in her mind which dishes her mother would serve more of when her father came.

With a sullen face, she gave her answer in a low voice: "Braised beef in red wine, pork and cabbage dumplings, pickled fish, blanched bok choy, and dry-fried shrimp."

Nomiyama was taken aback. The red wine braised beef would take some time, but the rest was fine. The main problem was that it was such a mixed bag. How come her daughter ordered French, Chinese, and Japanese food? And it was so similar to Miya's taste.

He agreed, somewhat smugly: "Good choice, just what Dad knows how to do."

Shiono rubbed her cheek against his shoulder twice: "Father is so amazing."

Hearing his daughter's praise, Nomiyama grinned foolishly.

Yukinoshita Miyabi's gaze lingered on her youngest daughter, and after seeing her happy expression, she smiled and took his hand tightly.

As expected of the daughter of the Yukinoshita family.

Walking to the stroller, Nomiyama prepared to put Shino in, but found that she was still clutching her clothes.

"Let her stay here, she's closer to you." Yukinoshita Miyu said softly, reaching out to pull the cart over.

Nomiyama glanced at his youngest daughter, who had shrank back and refused to look at him after hearing what he said, then hugged her and smiled, "Okay."

He began to behave himself as an immature husband, carrying the child in his arms and following his wife, who knew the supermarket like the back of her hand, around. He would only answer questions or offer advice when his wife was struggling with something.

"Would you like a drink, Kazehaya?"

Yukinoshita Miyami stood in the beverage area, glanced around, and then looked back at him.

"Orange soda, please." Nomiyama offered a choice he hadn't had in a long time.

Yukinoshita Miyami was somewhat surprised: "Kazehaya doesn't seem to drink this very often."

Nomiyama nodded, picked up his daughter and stepped forward, looking at the drinks on the shelf: "Sometimes I just suddenly feel like grabbing a can."

Yukinoshita Miyami gave a soft "hmm" and reached for two cans: "Two cans, I'll have some too."

Nomiyama noticed that Shino was looking up at him and shook his head: "No, you're too young. If you want to drink something, drink milk instead. We should have milk at home."

Shinobu withdrew her gaze and lay back on his chest, motionless.

Nomiyama sighed slightly, "Just a little bit, I'll give you a little bit."

Yukinoshita Miyami continued pushing the cart forward without saying a word.

As she passed a shelf, she slowed her pace slightly.

Nomiyama glanced at the various colored hairbands on the shelf, then his eyes swept over the two on his wrist.

He stared at the black one in Gong Yu's hand, saying, "Buy two, one for Shiono to use later."

Looking at her mother's long, loose hair, and then thinking of Yukino, Megumi, and Yukino herself, who all had long, loose hair, Shino said softly, "I don't like tying my hair up."

Nomiyama used one hand to hook her nose and said softly, "Girls will always need hairbands in the end. If you don't like tying your hair up, just do what I do and tie it on your wrist."

Yukinoshita Miyami took off two black hair ribbons and waited for them to come to her side. She reached out and put her hand on her youngest daughter's head, and said with a smile, "Both of them are for you. Consider them a gift from your father and me. Just wear them on your wrists, just like your father does."

Shino's gaze fell on the large hands that were holding her. There were black hair ribbons tied on both wrists. They were clean, but you could tell they were old. If she remembered correctly, her father had described them as such.

The gifts that time has given him.

Then, for me, it's the gift that my father and mother left for me in time.

Her eyes shone with happiness, and a shy smile spread across her face: "Thank you, Father and Mother, I like it very much."

"If you like it, that's fine."

Nomiyama patted her gently, then leaned close to Miyabi and whispered, "Don't you want it?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi tugged at his sleeve, her voice equally soft: "I like using your hair tie..."

Nomiyama blinked but didn't say anything.

He only had two hair ribbons, both of which were given to him by Yukinoshita.

......

What should a family do after dinner?

Nomiyama had previously imagined that they would sit on the sofa together and watch TV, but this is what he saw on TV.

He also assumed that everyone would go about their own business, one person reading a book, another watching TV, and another playing with toys.

He saw this on TV.

It wasn't until he had children, until they learned to walk, that he realized what he wanted to do most was to take his wife and daughter out together. He couldn't say whether he wanted to tell the world that he was married and happy, or that he just felt happy walking with them.

In short, he felt that taking a walk together after dinner was actually a very happy thing.

It's really strange. In the past, when he saw other families of three arguing and chatting on the street every night, he never thought they were happy or that it was a wonderful thing.

Until he actually held his child's hand and walked under the streetlights, listening to the person he liked chatting casually in the evening breeze, looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized that this was life.

Life is simply this: you have a child with the person you love, and you walk together on the road.

"It just feels so strange."

Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched, and he turned to look at her, a little embarrassed: "I've walked with you many times at night before, and although each time it felt like a pleasant stroll, and I was sure I liked you, it's only when Shino is with me that I feel a heavy sense of something settling down. Is my feeling a little excessive?"

The mother and daughter stopped at the same time.

Shino's eyes flickered slightly as she looked up at her father beside her.

Yukinoshita Miyabi let go of her youngest daughter's hand and went around to his side.

She took his hand, tightened it, and led him forward, her words filled with contentment.

“It’s not excessive. We have simply become family members with a genuine kinship connection. For Kazehaya, no matter how much he understands about the truths of the universe or how great and omnipotent his power is, blood ties are still special because they mean that in this world, love is different from emotional love. Physiologically, Kazehaya has finally experienced the love he deserves.”

Nomiyama turned his head and smelled the sandalwood scent of the black hair.

He could sense Gong Yu's longing and attachment, and he could sense all of her emotions. Those emotions were open to him, always open to him, and clearly visible.

For many years, this person has been by her side, abandoning everything else in the world just to stay by her side. She doesn't care whether it's right or wrong, because that's what others see, not what she wants.

In this world, there was only one thing she wanted from the very beginning.

She was as pure as a specimen in a glass bottle, coldly facing the world. She didn't want to see the outside world; she just wanted to go back to that glass bottle because she couldn't live without that bottle full of unpleasant formalin.

"You always know exactly how I am."

Nomiyama released Shino's hand and rubbed Miyami's cheek with his fingertips.

Yukinoshita Miyabi rested her head on his arm, and tangible happiness overflowed from her words: "Kazehaya, I've felt happy ever since that night when we met again at the foot of the mountain. Over the years, that happiness has never diminished; it has only increased, growing little by little."

Nomiyama seemed to realize something, but he didn't say anything, only asking softly, "Why?"

"Because at the beginning, I had nothing but disappointment, failure, and anxiety."

Yukinoshita Miyabi looked up at him and hugged him tighter: "I was very smart when I was a child, and I became smarter as I grew up. Things that should have required effort always seemed simple and boring. Later, I fell in love with you by the lake. I started to want to have a life, a life with you, but I only gained nothing. You don't even seem to know how to laugh."

“My family members used to die young, never living past fifty. I spent most of my life trying to get you to leave that mountain, but it was all in vain. I don’t blame Kazehaya, never. I just feel like I’m useless. In the end, I can only become one of those grave mounds on the mountain, watching you waste away in time, unable to find a way out or an end.”

"When we met again, Kazehaya was only thirteen years old. I didn't know if I had thirteen years left. I knew I couldn't stay with Kazehaya for long, and I knew that Kazehaya and Yukino had a good relationship. But I only had that much life left. I waited for most of my life, and when everything seemed to be coming to an end, I finally saw Kazehaya come back to life. From that night on, everything that happened made me feel happy."

"Whether it's Kazehaya's happiness and joy, or his anger and complaints, or even if he just sits there reading without saying a word, I feel it's all wonderful. That sense of wonder deepens little by little as Kazehaya cares more about me. I truly feel that being born into the Yukinoshita family and meeting Kazehaya is wonderful, the best thing ever."

"Until that day, I realized I was pregnant with Kazehaya's child, Kazehaya's child."

"I'm so happy that I don't even know how to cry."

When people talk about happiness, they usually say they're so happy they cry. But this person says she's so happy she doesn't know how to cry.

Seeing Miya's tears, Nomiyama stopped in his tracks, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He carefully reached out to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes, his voice equally helpless: "Don't cry, if you cry, I won't know what to do."

Yukinoshita Miyabi quickly reached out and rubbed her eyes, saying, "I won't cry, I won't cry, I'm so happy, I can't cry."

She lowered her hand, took a deep breath with red eyes, and said in a weak voice, "Kazehaya, I want to eat oden."

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at the mobile stall not far away. He took a step forward and gently kissed Miya's forehead with his lips. Then he backed away and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go buy it for you."

Yukinoshita Miyami nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

Shino watched them quietly, watching them release their hands and put them back together, listening to her mother say those words, and finally watching her clever father awkwardly comfort her mother before leaving to buy oden. She remained silent.

Yukinoshita Miyabi waited quietly until he left, then stood in front of the stall, browsing through the items.

She checked to make sure he wasn't paying attention, then looked down at herself and their child.

Their eyes met, both revealing the same calm.

Yukinoshita Miyami spoke first: "Nomiyama Shimono."

Shiono nodded: "I am here, Mother."

Reaching out, Yukinoshita Miyabi placed her hand on her little head and gently rubbed it: "Shino, I don't know about the future, but you are his child, possessing enough talent to change everything. If any problems arise in the future, such as when I'm no longer here, you must stay with your father and support him no matter what he wants to do."

Shionai shook her head: "Mother, you are overthinking it. Father's power is beyond description. He has recently started to cultivate on his own. Perhaps one day, Father will be able to easily step into the river of time to see what's going on. You will no longer encounter any problems and will have a long, undisturbed life with Father."

Yukinoshita Miyami was quiet for a moment, then ruffled her black hair: "In terms of cultivation, I am not as good as you, nor as good as Yukino Yukino. Since you say so, then it is probably true."

She knelt down, bringing her eyes level with her daughter's, and said earnestly, "I focused all my attention on your father for the first half of my life. I never knew how to be a good mother. All I could do was imitate and learn from my own mother, but I found that I wasn't doing it well, and I couldn't change it."

“I know you are intelligent, even more so than I was back then. You have your own thoughts and ideas, and you think a lot, but as long as you don’t want to hurt him, I don’t care.”

Reaching out, Yukinoshita Miyabi stroked her daughter's still-childish face, gazing at her gently, and said in a soft voice, "Remember one thing: as long as you don't hurt those he likes, he will never blame you. He will give you everything you want, and he will support you no matter what you do."

Shino gazed into her mother's eyes and nodded earnestly: "I understand, Mother."

So Yukinoshita Miyami kissed her cheek, stood up, and continued watching the man across the street picking and choosing oden.

He would remember the foods he and Shino liked, and then pick them out. As for himself, he would only eat what the people he liked liked, without being picky.

Shiono glanced up at her mother, then looked away.

What his mother explained to him was his father's bottom line, and the room for maneuver above that line.

Turning her head, she looked at the person across the street, a slight trouble on her face.

It's not that I want to calculate it myself, but rather that if I don't scheme for it, my father won't tell me on his own initiative.

......

Ziwan sat cross-legged, gripping the game controller, humming softly as her twin ponytails swayed.

At one point, she turned her head and looked at her older sister, who had suddenly appeared in her living room. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, little sister, what brings you here so late at night?"

Shiono lowered her head, bent her knees and sat down next to her, remaining silent.

Ziwan looked at her silent sister and said with disdain, "That stinky man is such a nuisance."

Turning back, she continued playing her game on the screen: "You've come at the perfect time, Mom is making milk tea."

Shino responded softly, "Mm."

Sawamura Sayuri carried two cups of milk tea out of the kitchen, looked at the timid girl sitting next to her daughter, and smiled: "Shimono is here. Perfect timing, I just made the milk tea."

Shiono looked timidly at Aunt Sayuri, her voice weak and tinged with embarrassment: "Thank you, Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you."

Sayuri Sawamura placed two cups of milk tea on the table and waved her hand, saying, "We're all family, no need to be polite."

The next second, she disappeared from the living room.

Shiono remained calm as she picked up her milk tea and took a small sip.

It's so hot.

Ziwan put down the game controller, her eyes wide: "You jerk, you're doing this again."

She stood up and looked at the villa two buildings away, but her view was blocked by the fog, and she couldn't see anything.

Gritting her teeth, she stepped out.

If you can't get through, that area of ​​space is distorted.