Miyuki Kitagawa, who was dressed neatly, rubbing her eyes with her hands, and yawning, suddenly appeared in front of her parents. After saying "good morning Dad" and "good morning Mommy", she still kept her habit of sitting on the original position of the dining table. As soon as he sat down in the chair, he reached out and took a piece from the small bamboo basket containing the bread slices, put it in his hand, and ate it directly.

"Today is a rarity. I didn't wake you up, you can take the initiative. When I returned to the kitchen, I poured a glass of fresh milk for my daughter and a glass for myself, but I felt that the sun was coming out of the west, and I was quite surprised.

"I used to sleep on tatami mats, but now I'm really used to sleeping in a bed." is like Miyuki Kitagawa, who is addicted to smoking, not because of bittersweet memories, but because of instinct. I couldn't help but yawn three times in a row.

Kako Kitagawa, who put a glass of milk in her left hand in front of her daughter, didn't sit down, but just put a glass of milk in her right hand on the table in her seat. Mo Ruomu, who knew her daughter, did not fantasize about the dawn and a turning point because of her daughter's words, and said with a smile: "Since you can't get used to living here, then let's go back to the original place to live." ”

"Don't, resolutely don't, don't die. I'm a firm believer that you'll get used to it by sleeping in a few extra days. "Miyuki Kitagawa is not used to sleeping in bed, but on the other hand, she was so excited and excited last night that she couldn't sleep properly at all. Except for fantasies and dreams, she never really had the luxury of expecting that she would one day be able to live in a beautiful big house, and really transform from a poor daughter to a rich daughter. Nowadays, I enjoy nothing more than being called a little princess, after all, I have a palace that belongs to her, and she deserves it.

The reason why Miyuki Kitagawa is reluctant to return to the old home is that it feels like the transformed Cinderella can't exceed twelve o'clock at night. She was going to keep all that she could get in the palace forever, before twelve o'clock at night, so that the magic she had put on her would not disappear. What's more, human nature dictates that if there is a good life, who wants to live a poor life?

Kako Kitagawa, who put her share of fried poached eggs in front of her daughter first, did not make another one for herself, but sat in her place, nibbling on slices of bread, drinking milk, and eating the finest ham meat imported from Spain. I am extremely satisfied with my current material life and have nothing else to ask for. If this had been left in the past, her breakfast would have been either the simplest tea and rice, or she would not eat it at all, and then eat it together at noon.

"I know that you little white-eyed wolf is duplicitous and greedy for enjoyment." Kitagawa Kako, who has long known that her daughter will definitely not be able to give up all this high-quality life in front of her, said calmly.

"So what? I'm Dad's only good child, and Dad gave me all this, is it wrong? Miyuki Kitagawa, who has a lot of words, blurted out unapprovingly.

"That's right, Miyuki is absolutely right." Looking at the mother and daughter who began to quarrel, Takeshita Kusaoji, who stood on the side of his daughter, suddenly interjected with a smile.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who received strong support from her father, made a grimace at her mother. So, Kitagawa Kako, who didn't want to say anything more, couldn't say more than two mouths with one mouth, and buried her head in eating. After eating breakfast, waiting for Kitagawa Kako to clean up, the family of three went out.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who drove the president of Maserati, first sent his daughter to a private school training class to prepare for the final sprint to be admitted to Waseda Elementary School, and then drove back to his first residence, after all, he had to take all the belongings he should have taken with him to his new home. Since there are not many things, there is no need to spend money on a moving company.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who walked into their respective bedrooms with Kitagawa Kazuko, just took the old computer that was quite inseparable from him, as well as some clothes and other upper body things. In contrast, in addition to taking away her and her daughter's clothes, she also had to take away all of Miyuki's ragdoll toys, room books and other valuables.

As for furniture, household appliances and other large items, there is no need to take them away at all, after all, the new home not only has everything, but also better than these, all of which are updated. The two of them ran back and forth again and again, putting their packed things in the trunk and the back seat of the car.

Moving from a dilapidated home to a new home is joyful, and Kako Kitagawa is full of sadness, and she is quite reluctant to leave this place where she has lived for more than 20 years, after all, it carries too many memories of her past, and whether these memories are good or bad, it is a life experience.

At the same time, their move naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors. Among them, there are many people who are envious, jealous and hateful, and there will be no shortage of people who can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, and there are people behind the criticism. Of course, there are also neighbors who sincerely wish and bid them farewell.

For a long time, the popularity of Kitagawa mother and daughter and Takeshita grass mustard is still good. Although they didn't have much contact with their neighbors, they never did anything hateful and affected others. And the only thing that makes the neighbors around them feel that they are incompatible with them and insignificant, is that the grass mustard under Takeshita rises step by step, and continues to widen the distance.

For the departure of the three of them, the people who live here are relieved, after all, at least they don't have to suffer from a group of strangers who either come here to interview Takeshita Kusaoke, or come to the door to get the copyright of his novels like this. If there is an imbalance in his heart, it is really difficult to accept that his annual income is more than 100 million yen, and his personal income is only a meager annual family income of less than 3 or 5 million yen per year.

After packing my things, I said goodbye to my neighbors, Takeshita Kusaokei and Kitagawa Kako, and drove back to my new home in Shinjuku City. The two of them ran back and forth three times, took everything back, and then she sorted them into their respective rooms.

At this time, there was no idle Takeshita Kusaoke, and he drove to the private school training class to take his daughter home for lunch. After a busy day, he still made full use of his time, and not only did the miscellaneous chores in this day, but also finished the final dictation of Mr. Natsume Soseki's show-off and controversial novel "Poppy Grass", and printed it all, just waiting for it to be seen by Chie Sakai, who came to eat at night.