Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

It's so good to be free like smoke.

Fujiwara Yuki walked numbly and quietly walked to Shimizu Sakiren's side.

She was leaning against the glass of the store and Takao Tanaka seemed to be chatting about ties.

Well, that's right, the tie on Tanaka's body seems to be given to him ten years ago, right?It is still brand new, which is really rare.

Shimizu Sakiren's concerned voice reached her ears, "Yuxi, do you still want to ski?"

Fujiwara Yuki was not in the mood to pay attention to these small details similar to ties, and did not respond to the girl for the time being. She said to Takao Tanaka, "Tanaka, let's go back."

"Yes, Second Miss, this subordinate will arrange it now." Although Tanaka was a little surprised, he still responded faithfully.

And then there's... Saki Koi.

Fujiwara Yuki turned around, looked at her who was tightly wrapped, held her breath and said with difficulty, "Saki Koi, I won't ski anymore."

"Yuki, are you tired?" Shimizu Sakiren leaned forward, with a bit of concern in his voice.

"Well, I'm tired and have something to do, so I want to end it early. I also want to tell you that you don't have to be my personal maid from now on, which means that your maid time is also over early. You still have some Leave the things at Fujiwara's house? Pack it up and remember to take it away."

"Then, do you still join the Qingyin Society?"

"Of course." - If there is still a chance.

"That's it, since Yuki wants to end early, let's end it. Oh, by the way, what about this watch?" Shimizu Sakiren said, taking off the gloves with difficulty, and showing the watch on her wrist to herself .

Its diamonds were shining, shimmering brilliantly in the sun against the snow.

But it's a pity that Saki Koi is wearing a helmet so she can't see the expression on her face clearly.

What would Saki Koi look like?disappointment?sad?

No, Fujiwara Yuki, Saki Koi's tone is flat, she should be secretly happy.

Fujiwara Yuki didn't want to think about it any more, she opened her lips heavily and said a bland sentence:

"Stay here, I'll see you off."

It's so heavy that it seems to have consumed all the strength of a lifetime.

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I read a sentence that is very suitable for Xiaokui, and added it to Chapter 3

"Incompleteness is loneliness, and seeking compensation is to get rid of loneliness. When one loneliness finds another loneliness, there is a desire for love."

From Shi Tiesheng's "Retreat Notes" Group 77 ⑥ Bar [-] [-] [-] [-] ⑥

Volume 72: Chapter 68 Chapter [-] What is the concert like?

The dark brown carved lacquer door was pushed open, and the huge study room was surrounded by bookshelves stacked from the bottom to the top of the beam, and Koji Fujiwara's desk was placed in the center of the room.It is reinforced and heightened by steps, and it seems to be the supreme emperor's throne.

The father sat on the leather black boss chair, with his back to himself, humming a little song leisurely and elegantly, and admiring the beautiful view of the well-manicured garden outside the window.

With a slight movement of the arm resting on the armrest, the humming music also stopped, and the whole study fell into a deathly silence.

Father didn't turn around, but continued to admire the scenery while asking, "Are you here?"

Fujiwara Yuki hesitated for a long time and replied with a "hmm."

"You know what you've done, don't you?"

Fujiwara Yuki lowered her head and said nothing, the oppressive atmosphere in her chest made her unable to speak.

With a bang, the sound of the rollers being dragged on the wooden floor came from beside his ears. Fujiwara Koji turned the boss chair, turned around and looked condescendingly at the girl in front of him, his own daughter.

"This is your own problem. Don't forget that there is a young master on your head, your cousin Fujiwara Akira. You are a girl. If you want to climb up, you should not hesitate, you should work harder, right? ?”

His voice was deep, hoarse and full of energy. It was transmitted through the air to the bookshelf on the wall and bounced back. It hit the ears from all directions, full of oppression.

Fujiwara Yuki's nervousness reached its peak at this moment, and she watched her hands folded in front of her abdomen curl up and touch together uneasily.

"Yuki, I won't punish you," Fujiwara Kouji finally stood up from his throne, and walked in front of Fujiwara Yuki like a patrolling general. With a kind smile, he touched his daughter's head.

"Punishment is the incompetent act of the loser looking for catharsis. What I want is your sincere introspection, which is more effective than all punishment. So, go to the reflection room today and think about it. A few hours is up to you, okay?"

The daughter with her head lowered and her body trembling slightly finally uttered a reply as thin as a mosquito: "Yes, Father."

The passage of time has left some deep or shallow wrinkles on this middle-aged father, but he has not changed his habits.

Kouji Fujiwara showed a satisfied smile for the first time, tugged on his suit tie, and then subconsciously wanted to take candy out of his suit pocket, but he hadn't brought such a thing for a long time, and Fujiwara Yuki hadn't entered it for a long time either. Reflection room.

"This time there will be no more candy, and you have grown up, Yuxi, you can go to the reflection room by yourself." He leaned down and said in a gentle and persuasive tone, then thought of something and added, "By the way , you... Mother is back, you can go see her if you are in the mood. "

Fujiwara Yuki raised his head in astonishment, his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly at this moment, and his golden pupils glanced around in the study in a panic.

Mother's memory... I thought she wouldn't come, after all, it was a year ago that I saw my mother last time.

Ever since Kaori, the personal maid, was kicked out of the Fujiwara house, her mother seldom talked to her.

Because the blood that flows from his body is his father's.

My mother said to my grandfather: "When I see Youxi, I think of him. Youxi and him are people printed in the same mold, which is disgusting and disgusting."

At that time, when I was young, I didn't understand, wasn't it someone who was in love before?Why, after the passage of time, he became a life-and-death enemy who burned his bones to ashes and hated him to the bone, and even felt disgusted when he saw people and things related to the other party?

After a long time, I figured out that hate comes from love.

Perhaps from the flower of love came the fruit of evil.This feeling is like a poisonous thorn inserted into the heart that cannot be removed, and the withered heart becomes more and more corrupted through repetition.

Father returned to his throne again, Fujiwara Yuki walked out of his father's study in a daze and numbly.

When passing by the lobby, she met her mother who was hurrying home. Rika Fujiwara was wearing a dark blue suit and skirt, apparently just came out of the company's meeting room.

She pays more attention to the maintenance of her appearance than her father, so she is still bright and beautiful, radiant and moving, and her smiles are full of maturity and elegance.

Time should be like a ruthless carving knife, but it did not add a trace of vicissitudes to her. She is favored by God, and now she is like a 30-year-old urban beauty in the workplace.

Fujiwara Yuki hesitated and stopped her, "Mother..."

Surrounded by a crowd of servants, she raised her head in surprise and stopped, watching Fujiwara Yuki hesitated to speak, and finally managed to say, "Youxi...you have grown a little taller."

Not knowing how to face this most familiar stranger, Fujiwara Yuki could only forcefully pull the corners of his mouth into a friendly arc, and followed her words to answer: "Well, it was 161 centimeters the year before last, and the physical examination has grown to 166 centimeters."

"That's it, it's better to grow taller." Fujiwara Lixiang sighed casually with a straight face, and then changed the topic, "Do you like this kind of life? Do you want to get married?"

The mother's pupils were also golden, and she looked at herself with subtle emotions in her eyes, and the lights in the hall were far less bright than those eyes.

"Father said it was..."

"Don't listen to his words, despicable thing." Mother suddenly smiled contemptuously, interrupted her own words, her words were as sharp as ice edges without temperature, and then changed her tone and said gently to herself, "If you don't like it, Just don't accept it."

Fujiwara Yuki stood there twisting the corner of her black skirt without saying a word.

Mother hates father, she knows it.But that doesn't mean I can judge my father arbitrarily.

Fujiwara Rika lost interest when she talked about that person. She glanced at the hesitant Fujiwara Yuki, and waved her hand to say goodbye, "You can tell me if you have any needs. I'll go talk to grandpa first."

"Goodbye, mother."

Fujiwara Yuki bowed slightly, watching a large number of servants disappear into the aisle along with his mother's back, just as she left her back, still so resolute.

The mood is indescribably complicated, and I have already walked to the door of the reflection room in a trance.

Let's reflect on it for two hours today...

Thinking about it, Fujiwara Yuki numbly turned the door lock, pushed the door and walked into the dull silver reflection room. The inside was cleaned very clean, and no place was stained with dust.

The sense of tension and oppression began to tighten as the door creaked shut like a bound rope, and the heart began to beat heavily by the ears.

The fan at the air vent rotated mechanically, making a dull noise.

Like a prisoner who took the initiative to put on the shackles and went to the gallows, Fujiwara Yuki consciously sat on the dark brown wooden chair, and then reached out and turned the hourglass on the table upside down.

The first moment she closed her eyes, she didn't reflect.

She was thinking—the words that Shimizu Sakiren said with a bright smile, "Yuxi, shall I invite you to the concert? How about the unique and grandest concert in the world?"

What was the concert like?I really want to know.

Volume 73: Chapter 69 Chapter [-] Romantic Escape

At twilight, the setting sun slanted into the room like blood, dragging out its own shadow, and striking it alone on the clean wall.

Fujiwara Yuki carefully looked at the person in the mirror, his immature facial features were put on adult makeup, his face was covered with a thin layer of foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, silkworm blush, highlighter, nose shadow, etc.

The black hair that was originally scattered like a waterfall was tied into the shape of a princess's head, and the gorgeous halter-style black dress was split from the back to the waist, revealing a smooth back like suet jade.

This kind of beauty between maturity and greenness has a charm that makes people fall.

Fujiwara Yuki smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned his right face slightly, facing the mirror, and hung sparkling diamond-shaped diamond earrings on his round earlobe.

Tuk tuk, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

The head maid, Ms. Saito, stood by the door, folded her hands on her belly and bowed, reminding softly: "Second Miss, your father, Mr. Koji, has asked you to go to the lobby to receive guests."

"understood."

The gallows has been set up at this moment, and the grand deconstruction dinner is about to begin. You only need to put your neck on it gently, and it will pass as soon as you open and close your eyes.

nothing.

And my father said that this is the result that must be endured to enjoy glory and wealth.

You can't be stepped on by others, you can't be an inferior person.

But sometimes I still can't help but think, if I am a boy, I don't need to...

Fujiwara Yuki lifted up his muscular cheeks with two index fingers, showing a gentle and harmless smile.

It's better to laugh than the cold walking dead.

Everything is ready and the expression is perfect.

The night-like tulle hem covered her slender and fair legs. She pulled up her fluffy skirt, and walked out of the room like a delicate stage puppet.

At the moment when the door was closed, Fujiwara Yuki saw that the watch on his left hand had not been taken off. The style of the watch did not match the overall clothing. Logically speaking, he should have worn a precious and exquisite gemstone bracelet here.

But it doesn't matter, it's fine to wear.

In the resplendent hall, the glazed chandelier illuminated the entire venue in a warm yellow color. The red carpet area in the middle had already come in twos and threes. Many guests were wearing suits and leather shoes, chatting with wine glasses, or The food section is lost in thought alone.

Fujiwara Yuki slowly walked down the revolving stairs, as if there was an invisible spotlight, all the eyes of the audience were on him at this moment.

Fujiwara Yuki scanned around, but saw Mr. Tanaka who was supposed to be on duty at the gate.

Now she doesn't care to pay attention to these details, because the voices of various blessings have already come from her ears:

"Happy birthday, Miss Youxi is very beautiful tonight."

"Happy birthday, no matter how old Yuki-san is, let's be an attractive girl."

"Miss Yuxi, I saw you playing the piano in the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra a few years ago. You are very beautiful. Now that you have grown up, you are even more beautiful."

"Thank you." With a polite smile, Fujiwara Yuki nodded to every guest who sent her birthday wishes.

But no matter which guest, at the moment of saying the blessing oath, with a naked and shrewd light of desire, he meaningfully looked at himself from top to bottom.

It seems that I am a pearl displayed in a glass counter for people to watch.

Feeling a sense of sadness, opening and closing his mouth to breathe like a fish that is about to dry up on the shore, making people breathless.

Fujiwara Yuki turned his back to the guests, looked at the pure white wall, and put down his painful smile.Just as I was about to relax, a greeting from a stranger came from behind:

"Huh? Yuxi is here?"

She put on a bright smile for a moment, turned around helplessly and said hello: "Hello, Uncle Ikeda."

The middle-aged man whose surname is Ikeda held a golden wine glass in one hand, gestured with the other, and exclaimed: "It's really a girl's [-]th transformation, Yuxi has become so beautiful? The last time I saw Yuxi, you were so young. How old are you now? Eighteen or?"

"Seventeen."

"Oh, that's three years away. By the way, which university are you going to study?"

"I want to go to Dongdae."

"Do you want to study finance like your mother? Or do you want to study law and politics like your father? But this is still too difficult for you. Or you can study music. After all, you are good at playing the piano."

"Well, thank you uncle. It's not yet time to fill in the volunteers, so I'm still considering it."

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