Although Fukuzawa Naotaka is a little shallow and deep, his kindness Kitahara Shuji can feel that the long centipede-shaped scar in front of his chest and abdomen should be the biggest hidden pain in Fukuzawa Naotaka's heart, and he can directly show himself as a warning, which can be regarded as a clear expression of sincerity.
It is estimated that the other party really has the meaning of treating himself as a junior, but I don't know if he will do it if he knows that he is a fake RB teenager.
But in any case, he has also fulfilled the responsibility that an elder should fulfill, this mentality Kitahara Shuji has also had during this time, he always looks at Yoko's gaze is always very tolerant, and often euphemistically says some life principles and life experiences or something, although Yoko is estimated to be confused at the age of more than ten years, but he still can't help but say.
He simply hopes that Yoko will be better in the future, and it is estimated that Naokaka Fukuzawa will be similar.
And Fukuzawa Naotaka also makes sense, he is not against the use of violence, and the truth he points out is somewhat similar to the old adage: a gun has the greatest deterrent power only before it is fired.
What he is against is the abuse of violence, and he is not just referring to the fight with the gangsters yesterday, which must be fought, and he also understands, but he is worried that Kitahara Shuji is too young to taste the sweetness of using violence, and has been going all the way since then.
Kitahara Shuji should be regarded as a more rational and calm person, and he felt that he should not enter that state of easy self-aggrandizement, but feeling the kindness of Naokaka Fukuzawa, he felt that it was no harm in reading after all, so he nodded and thanked: "Thank you Mr.
Fukuzawa for your kind words, I will read these books well." ” Flipping through them in your spare time can be regarded as not disappointing others' kindness.
Fukuzawa Naokaka smiled with relief, the more he watched Kitahara Shuji, the more he appreciated, sensible, talented, and temperamental, there was no harm if there was no comparison, although he loved his five salted egg daughters very much, but he also had to admit that his five daughters were not as likable as Kitahara Shuji alone.
In the future, Akitaro can grow up like Kitahara Shuji, and he will be able to close his eyes when he dies.
He pointed to the library and said with a smile: "If you are interested in the books here, you can take them at will, but please don't take these three rows of books." ” Kitahara Shuji looked in the direction pointed by Naokaka Fukuzawa, and didn't see anything special, so he couldn't help asking, "What are these three rows?"
It's a family secret "It was Fuyumi and her mother who left it."
Fukuzawa Naokaka looked at the three rows of bookshelves with a nostalgic expression.
Kitahara Shuji understood that these books were the relics of Naotaka Fukuzawa's deceased wife, and it was just a matter of reading them here, he was afraid that he would take them out and lose them, so he hurriedly said, "I know, Mr.
Fukuzawa." ” "Except for these three rows, it doesn't matter if the other Kitahara-kun want to take it back to see, anyway, no one else in the family is interested in this."
Fukuzawa Naokaka is also a little helpless, the eldest daughter used to be only interested in comics, and then the spirit was put on learning, these don't even touch, the second daughter doesn't need to mention, pick up the book and read it for a while, and then I'm confused, the third daughter learns from the eldest daughter, except for the textbooks, the fourth daughter and the fifth daughter can't sit still at all, let alone read, and the younger son is illiterate, and it's even more vain, "Okay, Kitahara-kun can come over when he's free, it doesn't matter if I'm not there." ” After saying that, he patted Kitahara Shuji on the shoulder, left Kitahara Shuji and this room of books together and left, probably either to continue drinking or to cook.
Kitahara Shuji stood in place and looked at the book in his hand, and then looked at the door behind him, and felt that Naokaka Fukuzawa was really interesting He thought for a moment and smiled dumbly, then looked up at the library, and saw that the rows of bookshelves were quite neat and clean.
RB moisture is heavier, this library pays attention to moisture-proof and mildew-proof, the bookshelf interval is placed in the activated carbon bamboo tube for moisture absorption, and some of the bookshelves are placed in the corners of the mothball, some are stuffed with hand-sewn tea bags, and the insect prevention work is also very good, Kitahara Shuji guessed that the tea bags should be made by their mother in the winter beauty snow, and Fukuzawa Naokaka did not have this skill, and then simply used the mothball.
Seeing so many books now, and there is only him here, Kitahara Shuji suddenly became a little nervous, and began to look at the bookshelf from shelf to find the skill book and want to get some garbage skills to brush the attribute points for a long time, and there has been no good opportunity, and today is also an unexpected joy.
Look at it this way, except for the little radish head, this Fuze family is really their own blessed land.
He first looked at the three rows that couldn't be borrowed, and found that Dong Meixueli's mother used to be a literary young woman Most of the books she collects are novels, essays, and self-cultivation, as well as some books on music and painting appreciation, as well as some materials related to traditional folk culture in China and Japan.
These are very helpful for improving personal cultural literacy, but for the time being, it is of little use to Kitahara Shuiji, and he turned around to look at the bookshelves collected by Fukuzawa Naotaka This is not a large library, only a few thousand books, but for a family, it is quite rare.
Don't look a little depressed at this Fukuzawa family, it should be a bit of a heritage.
The books collected by Naotaka Fukuzawa are quite messy, so it can be seen that he has no goals, just following his temperament.
Kitahara Shuji looked at the spine of the book as he walked, hesitated and pulled out a household appliance repair guide, and then opened it and waited for a while, the pit father's copycat mobile game did not respond, and it is estimated that it can't understand what household appliances are.
Kitahara Shuji didn't mind, anyway, his ambition was not to be a maintenance worker, and he continued to look through the bookshelves in turn, and found that Fukuzawa Naokaka seemed to have been running outside for a long time, and there were many foreign books from other countries, which felt like a big circle in East Asia.
This is convenient for him, what he encounters and learns, anyway, these messy skills he will brush up to level 5 at most, and it will be over to deceive one or two attribute points.
"Do you want to learn Malay language skills?"
"Learning" "Do you integrate the eight methods of massage into your medical skills?"
"Integration" he thinks it's better to fuse or fuse, in case it doesn't fuse, it will be more troublesome to use separate brushes in the future, and the more attribute points, the lower the effect, the less likely it is for the unlucky mobile game to let a player brush the attribute brush to a flat A invincible.
"Do you want to learn Thai language skills?"
"Learning" "Whether to integrate Huaiyang cuisine with home cooking skills into cooking" "Fusion" "Do you learn fishing skills?"
"Learning" Kitahara Shuji is really not picky, and he doesn't care if this skill is useful or not, whether there are conditions to brush or not, learn it first and then talk about it, and in one breath, he fused more than fifty books with a single shelf, swept two and a half bookshelves, and then he held the bookshelf and retched up The copycat mobile game is fine, his head can't stand it, and a large amount of information is squeezed into it and directly becomes a pot of porridge, which makes him feel that the ceiling is starting to rotate, and he wants to vomit very much.
He is a little greedy, in fact, he has so much vitality in a day, and he has to line up to brush after learning, so he can take his time, it can only be said that he is hot-headed.
He pondered about going to the library for a long time, and suddenly saw a similar library, and it really felt like a mouse had entered the rice warehouse.
Kitahara Shuji retched and reflected for a moment, and suddenly felt that his heart might not be enough in some aspects, and it might be necessary to cultivate himself, but that was later, he was now stuffy in his chest and wanted to breathe some fresh air, but he hesitated for a moment and didn't want others to see his embarrassed state, so he walked through the bookshelf towards the window.
But unexpectedly, the library room was sealed with adhesive tape in order to prevent moisture, only the lighting effect, fortunately there was a moisture-proof air displacer on the side, he hurried up and took a few deep breaths, which made him feel better.
He simply sat down cross-legged next to the thing, ready to take a moment before he looked over the air displacer and saw a piece of armor standing there.
He moved over with some curiosity, looked at it carefully, and found that it was a very complete "rattan armor".
Kitahara Shuji doesn't really know much about armor, and has only seen some rough introductions in swordsmanship books, but even so, it can be seen that this set of rattan armor is not an ornament, there are knife marks on the helmet, and a pair of short tiger teeth on the front stand may also have half of the horns cut off, and there are also many pieces of armor missing on the carcass and shoulder hanging armor, and a cage hand is directly missing half of it.
Obviously, many years ago, someone wore this armor and went through many great battles.
Kitahara Shuji looked at it for a while, suspecting that the ancestor of the Fukuzawa family might be a low-level samurai.
This set of armor is inconspicuous, with very few ornaments, basically composed of leather, rattan and a small amount of metal, obviously focusing on light combat and the gorgeous color that high-level samurai have, and more importantly, this is a set of infantry armor, it is estimated that the ancestors of the Fukuzawa family are not able to ride horses, probably the kind of elite monsters who eat ash behind the horse with ordinary ashigaru heels.
There is also a four-layer paulownia lacquered knife holder next to this set of armor, and there are many knives on the long and short sides, which is probably Fukuzawa Naotaka felt that it was humid here and put these things here, so that it is convenient to store them for a long time.
Kitahara Shuji hesitated for a moment, feeling that Fukuzawa Naokaka didn't say that it shouldn't matter if he looked at it, so he gently picked up the top knife from the knife holder, and pulled out the knife with his thumb lightly on the sword, looking at the blade that was like water, he was stunned for a moment This is the first time in his life that he is holding a real killing weapon, and the sword is proficient in passive and natural effect, which makes this knife faintly exude a cold air.
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He sat quietly with a knife for a while, and found that deep down in his heart he really had the urge to try a knife He sighed and was about to unsheath his sword, but his ears moved to hear a soft knock on the door of the library, followed by the sound of a lightest footstep and swooping in.
Kitahara Shuji quickly inserted the knife into the scabbard, and at the same time asked softly, "Which one is it?"
"It's me" came from the sound of the snow between the bookshelves, and then she crept over like a big tanuki, very cute, and whispered: "I came in and saw no one, and thought you weren't there."
As she spoke, she glanced at Kitahara Shuji, and suddenly the expression on her face was a little awe-inspiring, and she didn't dare to lean over at all, so she knelt down from a distance and carefully observed this side
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