"I slept in on the first day." Mrs. Kujo said to Miki Kyujo who walked out of the bedroom.

Nine beautiful girls have long hair loose, yawning, and they are still pajamas with long sleeves and long trousers.

Between her dark hair, her crystal skin looked whiter.

"It's morning, Sister Meiji." Xiaolian said like an alarm clock, and her attention was still on how to deal with the grilled sausage with a knife and fork.

"Yes." Miki Kyujo responded lazily, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Shiro Watanabe took her bread from the basket and poured her milk.

The bread I just bought was served with their favorite coffee, black tea, milk, and some grilled sausages and salads. This was their first breakfast on Karuizawa.

"Going together in the morning?" Miki Kujo took the bread and asked Toru Watanabe at the same time.

"Um."

“What have you done?”

"Running, buying bread, and visiting the bookstore." Toru Watanabe looked at Xiaoren, and under her knife and fork, the grilled sausages rolled around.

"Didn't hide in the woods and do something to admit your mistakes to God and Meiji?" Mrs. Kujo took Xiaolian's knife and fork and inserted it into the sausage quickly.

"Oh" Xiaolian looked at the grilled sausages stuck by the knife and fork in admiration.

"Miki, you must get up tomorrow and go with me." said Toru Watanabe.

"I'll take a break in the next three days." This sentence was said by Rin Kiyono.

Her soft cherry-colored lips took a bite of the soft French toast, and then continued: "If I finish reading the book, I will get up early one morning if I am not responsible for it."

Miki Kyujo put down her bread and ate Watanabe Tsubasa's salad with a knife and fork.

Her eyes showed a thoughtful look, as if she was thinking about how to fight back, or whether to get up early in the morning.

"I'll make another one." Watanabe Tetsu pushed the salad to her.

"No, I'll just take a few bites," said Miki Kujo.

As she ate, her eyes had returned to normal, but she did not respond to Rin Kiyono, which made people wonder if her expression just now was just not awake.

"Arche, we also want to buy bread with you." Xiaolian grilled sausage with a knife and fork in her left hand, and milk with her right hand.

"Xiao Lian is riding a bicycle too slowly. Please wait for Brother Archer to come back at home." Mrs. Kiyono wiped the milk foam from her upper lip with a tissue.

"How can I be fast?" Xiaolian asked.

"Tear off the auxiliary wheel." Toru Watanabe tear off a small piece of bread and put it in his mouth, "I will teach you this morning."

As soon as she finished her meal, Xiaolian pushed out her children's bicycle.

Around her thin neck, she was hung with the cell phone that Miki Nijo gave her yesterday. Just in case, Miki Nijo told her to carry it at any time and remember to charge it every night. Xiao Lianquan remembered it carefully.

Shiro Watanabe found tools and helped her remove the auxiliary wheel.

Hold the car body and let Xiaolian ride forward. When you fall, go forward and hold it in time, and repeat this procedure.

At noon, Xiaolian successfully learned to bike.

At this time, someone called the villa, and a female voice full of ignorance invited the two wives to play.

"Go together? It's in the villa on the 'Waterwheel Road'." Mrs. Kujo looked at the three young girls, and a happy child riding a bicycle.

"Talking about jewelry with you, whose children get married, who have divorced, how to resist aging?" Miki Kujo said without any interest.

"It's so ugly." Mrs. Kujo looked at her daughter with anger.

The two wives said that the six of them went to the horse farm together tomorrow and went to visit each other.

Toru Watanabe looked at Rin Kiyono on the opposite side.

The rattan chairs on the villa terrace, the fresh air, the sunshine shining in from the forest, was reading the books she bought in the morning.

Neither Kujo Maki nor Kiyono Hiroko asked her if she was going.

Such a party is not a good match for her who can see through the lies.

‘Not only such gatherings, but also New Year’s Day. No gatherings are even friends because of lies.’ Tsuku Watanabe looked at the sunshine falling between the leaves.

In Japanese, there is a special word "Muluo Sun", which refers to the sunlight that sprinkles through the gaps between trees' branches and leaves.

Toru Watanabe sat on a rattan chair and raised his legs.

His fingers were leisurely hitting his thighs and sang:

""They come here, all the guests, just open their mouths. When we meet, we laugh, but we don't think about it afterwards. Once people leave, the tea will be cold. If you lie, don't lie."

Amid the crisp bird singing, the words are round and the lingering sound is lingering.

Rin Kiyono raised his eyes from the book and looked at him with a slightly smile.

Watanabe Shirami was leisurely, as if he was in a state of excitement, and he sang casually.

"This woman is unusual. She is neither humble nor arrogant, and her expression is neither dark nor sunny." The beautiful girl of Jiujo also sang in Chinese with a smile.

Watanabe Shiraki could not keep his leisure, and felt embarrassed about being caught.

He didn't expect that Miki Kujo actually understood Peking Opera, and eight points of intelligence were used in such a place?

Miki Kyujo is still singing. At the end of the day, she swayed her orchid fingers, and her slender and fair fingers pointed at the tip of Watanabe's nose, singing meaningfully in a beautiful voice:

"This candle is a windproof wall."

Rin Kiyono couldn't help laughing, it looked very beautiful.

"Is it a perfect match?" Miki Kujo's chin rested on Toru Watanabe's shoulder and asked her with a smile.

The trees are rich in shade and bright sunshine, the handsome and clean boy, the exquisite and charming girl.

Rin Kiyono put away his smile, snorted without objection, and continued to read the book in his hand.

Miki Kyujo retracted her gaze from her and looked at Toru Watanabe with a smile.

""Tok Watanabe.

"I also say that I am an ordinary person. Do I have any high school students in the island country who understand Peking Opera? And I can also find Peking Opera that expresses my feelings."

"It's very ordinary." Shiro Watanabe took the tea and took a sip. "Understanding culture and learning songs is just one of the ways to learn languages. I can also sing Spanish songs."

"Hmm? Sing it to me." Miki Kujo said with a smile.

“Sue?o do era peque?o~” (I dreamed of being young)

"Private n preo, en el ~" (Worry-free, in the heart)

"Italian song." said Miki Kyujo.

"io ben,redi fans almee,langui color il or~" Watanabe used Western singing method to sing a small aria with the characteristics of Naples' national characteristics.

"Arche, what are you singing?" Xiaolian parked her bicycle under the terrace.

"A vocal song from Italy, that is, the song "My Dear". "My Dear, please believe that if you are not you, I will be depressed in my heart." "Tsuke Watanabe replied.

It was almost noon and the four of them were ready to go out for dinner.

Miki Kyujo returns to the cloakroom in the bedroom to change her clothes, and Toru Watanabe followed in.

He stood at the door, watching her unbutton her pajamas one by one, revealing her smooth skin and beautiful waistline.

"What are you doing when you stand there stupidly? Come over with a bra." Miki Kyujo looked back at him.

"What color do you want?"

“With a white T-shirt.”

Toru Watanabe picked a light-colored bra.

The bra, a white T-shirt with a very summery atmosphere, and a ruffled long skirt that reaches the ankle, Nijo Meiji wears it one by one.

"Don't you scold me?" Watanabe Tsuku couldn't help asking.

"The Kiyono family and the Kyujo family are friends and work with each other. I don't like her, but I hope she can take over the Kiyono family." Mihiko Kujo lifted her long hair out of her T-shirt.

She turned around and said to Watanabe Toru: "Even you can't do this, she's the one who is."

Watanabe Toru looked at Miki Kujo in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"Miji, you have changed a lot."

"It's not because of you." Miki Kujo said angrily.

Tsuku Watanabe hugged her slender waist, and Miki Kyujo's hands suddenly hooked his neck, and the two looked at each other with gentle eyes.

"I have changed, will you continue to like me?" Miki Kujo asked softly.

"Sister, I will always belong to you." Tsuku Watanabe replied.

"Well" Miki Kyujo made a satisfied voice, "I will always be your Miki."

"My Meiji." Shiro Watanabe sniffed her hair.

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To be continued...