Chapter 1
The vibration of mobile phone wakes me up from my dream. The sunlight in the gap of curtain makes my eyelids heavy and reflective. I just feel my head tingling. Ah, the hangover of drunkenness. I can't help cursing the stinky girl in my heart. Knowing that my alcohol is poor, I have to drag me to drink until midnight. She has a terrible two-day holiday Top leader -
"hello"
"Xiaonan, still sleeping?" There was a cold voice from the other end of the phone, quite dissatisfied.
"Dad?" The back of my spine suddenly collapsed straight. I quickly swallowed the sleepiness in my mouth back to my stomach. "How can I get up early?"
"Is it?" the old man certainly didn't believe it, but he didn't ask deeply. "Didn't forget to go home for dinner today?"
"No, you said you had something to discuss with me." I have a kind of inexplicable awe for the old man. Even if I move out after I join the work, it doesn't seem to be the slightest.
"Well," the old man said quietly for a while, with a more relaxed tone, "your mother and your sister miss you too. Come here earlier."
Old fashioned people are not good at creating emotional atmosphere. My father is a typical example. He seems to have no topic, so he hangs up the phone directly.
Look at the time. It's ten o'clock. I can't help sighing. I'm reluctant to climb out of the bed. To be honest, I don't want to go home.
My mother left the world because of illness when I was babbling. My memory is just a few photos and the fuzzy and loving smile I met in countless dreams. When the old man was a father and a mother, he dragged me up by himself, saying that the children without a mother were in charge early. At the age of 12, when the groin was not hairy, I put on a look of a small adult, who was bewildered and said something to the old man that made me regret up to now, "Dad, if you feel lonely, please find me another mother." I remember that the old man was serious at that time Pat my head and say he's not lonely, but within two months, point to the beautiful woman who brought me home and say, 'call Mom', then point to the little girl who is holding the woman's thigh and sniffling hard and say, 'this is your sister'.
Shit, buy big and get small!
To this day, my evaluation of our father is: wilt radish spicy heart!
The more honest and honest people on the surface are, the more serious they are, the less you can look down on them
By the time I got downstairs, it was eleven o'clock.
"Ding Dong -" I rang the doorbell with my collar full.
There was no one to talk inside, but there was a sound of light and urgent footsteps. My heart was tightening involuntarily. Alas, it was unlucky.
The door opened, revealing the expressionless face I expected, but it was so beautiful that I could not speak. A pair of big black and white eyes looked at me like a dead fish, flat mouth, as if my body was emitting the rotten smell that let her hide her nose to escape. Stinky girl, did I provoke you? Even if I was upset, I couldn't show it. I had to pretend to smile, "fate, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's beautiful."
It was my 16-year-old sister, Chu Yuan, who opened the door. It's not that I boast. From the appearance alone, my sister is absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Even Cheng Liusu, a cheeky girl who is narcissistic and stinky, will feel inferior to her when she sees her.
Look at her, bright eyes and teeth, willow eyebrows and Qiong noses. Her skin is white and can be squeezed out of water. A long black hair is loose and puffy. It's caught with a lovely cartoon hairpin. Even if she doesn't make up, she can turn around more than 300% when walking in the street. I even think that if she can laugh, then she can carry a pair of wings and angels just like that.
It's a pity that the red skeleton is only beautiful. In my eyes, even if she is an angel, it's the kind with her face on the ground first.
The dead girl ignored me as always, turned around and walked back to the room, leaving me with a slim and tall figure standing outside the door. Although I had already been immune to such embarrassment, I still felt sad. Ah, that's why I didn't want to go home.
"Yuan Yuan, is it your brother?" The voice of stepmother from the kitchen is too sweet to judge her age.
Yuan Weng Sheng Weng's should be a sentence, the character of sparing words as gold did not change.
I sighed and changed my slippers. "Dad, mom, I'm back"
"son!" Before I finished speaking, the fragrance came and I had been hit into my arms and hugged my waist. "I haven't seen you for more than a month. I want to die for you."
This line is familiar to you. It seems that you can hear it every Spring Festival Gala.
"Mom, aren't you afraid of dad being jealous?" I gently break away from the coquettish stepmother, rather embarrassed wry smile, "I'm very old, don't always take me as a child."
The beautiful stepmother took the coat I took off, glanced at the old man sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper with disdain. The naughty provocation said: "let him eat, I hurt my son, he can't care."
Dad really has no choice but to shake his head with his childlike stepmother. He is very tolerant to his stepmother. I always think he treats her as a child. She is only thirty-six this year, 13 years younger than the old man.
Frankly speaking, my stepmother is really better than my own son, which is probably the reason why Chu Yuan didn't see me. When her parents remarried, Chu Yuan was only five years old. When she was ignorant and sensitive, she suddenly came to a strange environment. In the face of strange relatives, uneasiness and exclusion were inevitable. She must feel that I had taken the love from her stepmother. Indeed, that is also the truth.I always think that the relationship between brother and sister is more estranged than that between brother and sister, even no more than that between brother and sister. I am seven years old. I have no common topic with her, so naturally I lack communication. So no matter how humble I am and how obedient I am, she still repels me or even hates me.
I'm also an emotional person. Not only can I get no return for my efforts, but I'm alienated by her even more. It's pure bullshit to say that there is no complaint in my heart. But my parents love her. I don't want my stepmother to be sad or the father to have a headache. I have to bear it alone. Now that I'm working, moving out and living, and having my own life, I'm open-minded. Why do I have the same insight with her? I don't have to worry about her because I don't live very well.
However, just thinking about it doesn't mean that I don't hate her anymore. The word "sister" is still the last thing I want to think about except my own name. By the way, my name is Chunan. I'm twenty-three years old. I'm still a virgin
and I'm crying - I don't know if my father curses me intentionally. He's a college teacher, and his name is not up to standard 。
"Xiaonan, you are thin again. Are you tired from your work?"
"Have you lost weight? No, "I'm afraid my stepmother will keep asking for help, so I changed my topic and said," what's the matter with calling me back in a hurry? "
"I can't call you back if I have nothing to do with it," said his stepmother, Bo Chen, whose eyes were full of emotion and did not fade away with the passage of time. Suddenly, she heard some noises in the kitchen and exclaimed, "Oh, I still have soup in the fire! Let your father tell you. "
The reckless stepmother rushed back to the kitchen and did not forget to shout: "fate, pour your brother a glass of water, how can your child see nothing, really."
Oh, my dear mother, please don't scold her! Sure enough, Chu Yuan, who was lying in Changsha watching TV, glared at me viciously, as if it had turned out to be my fault.
"It's not a big deal, let's talk about it when we eat." the old man put the newspaper on the coffee table, turned it upside down, tapped the desk and said to me: "help me to see what these lines are. They're not very clear. My eyes are"
the ink is very light, and the handwriting is fuzzy. Don't say dad, even I was puckered for half a day to distinguish them. The education of long and social sexual knowledge is locked As a result, young people's curiosity is suppressed, so it is likely to be abnormal. Once stimulated by the outside world, such as pornographic scenes in movies and TV, naked photos on the Internet, yellow pictures, pornographic novels, etc., it is easy to form an impulse to try. This is the basic inducement for students to have early childhood love, or even sexual crimes. "
What is it? I read the title of the article, "17-year-old Street robbers just want to give 15-year-old women abortion" - suddenly sour in my heart, people will be father of 17, how about me? 23, or virgin!
"Ah," my father sighed, and the teacher's soul was burning with emotion. "You say that the network is really a coexistence of interests and convenience, but it's too convenient. No matter how formal the website is, you can click its link, no more than 20 times. You can click the yellow website, or the child can't learn bad."
I can't bear to ask the old man, you How do you know that you can enter the yellow net within 20? I'm afraid he'll smoke me, but I'll forget.
"I'm not tired of standing. I waved to you.
I also thought that I was too prim in front of the old man, so I sat back and listened to a scream of "ah"
my sister Chu Yuan was shocked and sat on the other end of the sofa, her slender legs were not elegant and she began to pucker up, her two hands were covering her white left feet, and she rubbed them, while her tears were staring at me angrily, as if she were a little girl who chose others and ate them tiger.
Didn't stinky girl pour water for me? Why didn't she lie here?! Although I am very clear that I did not sit on the porcelain, it is absolutely impossible to have the pain she showed, but I am still busy with a smiling face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
"I hate it!"
The damned girl didn't say a word. When she raised her right foot violently, I could clearly feel the pain of her big toe in my nostril. Looking up to the sky, I saw a bright red giant in the shape of rainbow It's like the omen of spitting blood, dead girl! You can't bear it very much
: the inspiration of this creation comes from a light novel. Maybe the setting of "sister" is a little familiar, but please feel free to read the ten chapters. If you still don't feel the freshness of the original, you can throw it aside. If you look comfortable, please don't forget to collect and recommend it. New people need strong support from all brothers and sisters. Thank you
"hello"
"Xiaonan, still sleeping?" There was a cold voice from the other end of the phone, quite dissatisfied.
"Dad?" The back of my spine suddenly collapsed straight. I quickly swallowed the sleepiness in my mouth back to my stomach. "How can I get up early?"
"Is it?" the old man certainly didn't believe it, but he didn't ask deeply. "Didn't forget to go home for dinner today?"
"No, you said you had something to discuss with me." I have a kind of inexplicable awe for the old man. Even if I move out after I join the work, it doesn't seem to be the slightest.
"Well," the old man said quietly for a while, with a more relaxed tone, "your mother and your sister miss you too. Come here earlier."
Old fashioned people are not good at creating emotional atmosphere. My father is a typical example. He seems to have no topic, so he hangs up the phone directly.
Look at the time. It's ten o'clock. I can't help sighing. I'm reluctant to climb out of the bed. To be honest, I don't want to go home.
My mother left the world because of illness when I was babbling. My memory is just a few photos and the fuzzy and loving smile I met in countless dreams. When the old man was a father and a mother, he dragged me up by himself, saying that the children without a mother were in charge early. At the age of 12, when the groin was not hairy, I put on a look of a small adult, who was bewildered and said something to the old man that made me regret up to now, "Dad, if you feel lonely, please find me another mother." I remember that the old man was serious at that time Pat my head and say he's not lonely, but within two months, point to the beautiful woman who brought me home and say, 'call Mom', then point to the little girl who is holding the woman's thigh and sniffling hard and say, 'this is your sister'.
Shit, buy big and get small!
To this day, my evaluation of our father is: wilt radish spicy heart!
The more honest and honest people on the surface are, the more serious they are, the less you can look down on them
By the time I got downstairs, it was eleven o'clock.
"Ding Dong -" I rang the doorbell with my collar full.
There was no one to talk inside, but there was a sound of light and urgent footsteps. My heart was tightening involuntarily. Alas, it was unlucky.
The door opened, revealing the expressionless face I expected, but it was so beautiful that I could not speak. A pair of big black and white eyes looked at me like a dead fish, flat mouth, as if my body was emitting the rotten smell that let her hide her nose to escape. Stinky girl, did I provoke you? Even if I was upset, I couldn't show it. I had to pretend to smile, "fate, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's beautiful."
It was my 16-year-old sister, Chu Yuan, who opened the door. It's not that I boast. From the appearance alone, my sister is absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Even Cheng Liusu, a cheeky girl who is narcissistic and stinky, will feel inferior to her when she sees her.
Look at her, bright eyes and teeth, willow eyebrows and Qiong noses. Her skin is white and can be squeezed out of water. A long black hair is loose and puffy. It's caught with a lovely cartoon hairpin. Even if she doesn't make up, she can turn around more than 300% when walking in the street. I even think that if she can laugh, then she can carry a pair of wings and angels just like that.
It's a pity that the red skeleton is only beautiful. In my eyes, even if she is an angel, it's the kind with her face on the ground first.
The dead girl ignored me as always, turned around and walked back to the room, leaving me with a slim and tall figure standing outside the door. Although I had already been immune to such embarrassment, I still felt sad. Ah, that's why I didn't want to go home.
"Yuan Yuan, is it your brother?" The voice of stepmother from the kitchen is too sweet to judge her age.
Yuan Weng Sheng Weng's should be a sentence, the character of sparing words as gold did not change.
I sighed and changed my slippers. "Dad, mom, I'm back"
"son!" Before I finished speaking, the fragrance came and I had been hit into my arms and hugged my waist. "I haven't seen you for more than a month. I want to die for you."
This line is familiar to you. It seems that you can hear it every Spring Festival Gala.
"Mom, aren't you afraid of dad being jealous?" I gently break away from the coquettish stepmother, rather embarrassed wry smile, "I'm very old, don't always take me as a child."
The beautiful stepmother took the coat I took off, glanced at the old man sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper with disdain. The naughty provocation said: "let him eat, I hurt my son, he can't care."
Dad really has no choice but to shake his head with his childlike stepmother. He is very tolerant to his stepmother. I always think he treats her as a child. She is only thirty-six this year, 13 years younger than the old man.
Frankly speaking, my stepmother is really better than my own son, which is probably the reason why Chu Yuan didn't see me. When her parents remarried, Chu Yuan was only five years old. When she was ignorant and sensitive, she suddenly came to a strange environment. In the face of strange relatives, uneasiness and exclusion were inevitable. She must feel that I had taken the love from her stepmother. Indeed, that is also the truth.I always think that the relationship between brother and sister is more estranged than that between brother and sister, even no more than that between brother and sister. I am seven years old. I have no common topic with her, so naturally I lack communication. So no matter how humble I am and how obedient I am, she still repels me or even hates me.
I'm also an emotional person. Not only can I get no return for my efforts, but I'm alienated by her even more. It's pure bullshit to say that there is no complaint in my heart. But my parents love her. I don't want my stepmother to be sad or the father to have a headache. I have to bear it alone. Now that I'm working, moving out and living, and having my own life, I'm open-minded. Why do I have the same insight with her? I don't have to worry about her because I don't live very well.
However, just thinking about it doesn't mean that I don't hate her anymore. The word "sister" is still the last thing I want to think about except my own name. By the way, my name is Chunan. I'm twenty-three years old. I'm still a virgin
and I'm crying - I don't know if my father curses me intentionally. He's a college teacher, and his name is not up to standard 。
"Xiaonan, you are thin again. Are you tired from your work?"
"Have you lost weight? No, "I'm afraid my stepmother will keep asking for help, so I changed my topic and said," what's the matter with calling me back in a hurry? "
"I can't call you back if I have nothing to do with it," said his stepmother, Bo Chen, whose eyes were full of emotion and did not fade away with the passage of time. Suddenly, she heard some noises in the kitchen and exclaimed, "Oh, I still have soup in the fire! Let your father tell you. "
The reckless stepmother rushed back to the kitchen and did not forget to shout: "fate, pour your brother a glass of water, how can your child see nothing, really."
Oh, my dear mother, please don't scold her! Sure enough, Chu Yuan, who was lying in Changsha watching TV, glared at me viciously, as if it had turned out to be my fault.
"It's not a big deal, let's talk about it when we eat." the old man put the newspaper on the coffee table, turned it upside down, tapped the desk and said to me: "help me to see what these lines are. They're not very clear. My eyes are"
the ink is very light, and the handwriting is fuzzy. Don't say dad, even I was puckered for half a day to distinguish them. The education of long and social sexual knowledge is locked As a result, young people's curiosity is suppressed, so it is likely to be abnormal. Once stimulated by the outside world, such as pornographic scenes in movies and TV, naked photos on the Internet, yellow pictures, pornographic novels, etc., it is easy to form an impulse to try. This is the basic inducement for students to have early childhood love, or even sexual crimes. "
What is it? I read the title of the article, "17-year-old Street robbers just want to give 15-year-old women abortion" - suddenly sour in my heart, people will be father of 17, how about me? 23, or virgin!
"Ah," my father sighed, and the teacher's soul was burning with emotion. "You say that the network is really a coexistence of interests and convenience, but it's too convenient. No matter how formal the website is, you can click its link, no more than 20 times. You can click the yellow website, or the child can't learn bad."
I can't bear to ask the old man, you How do you know that you can enter the yellow net within 20? I'm afraid he'll smoke me, but I'll forget.
"I'm not tired of standing. I waved to you.
I also thought that I was too prim in front of the old man, so I sat back and listened to a scream of "ah"
my sister Chu Yuan was shocked and sat on the other end of the sofa, her slender legs were not elegant and she began to pucker up, her two hands were covering her white left feet, and she rubbed them, while her tears were staring at me angrily, as if she were a little girl who chose others and ate them tiger.
Didn't stinky girl pour water for me? Why didn't she lie here?! Although I am very clear that I did not sit on the porcelain, it is absolutely impossible to have the pain she showed, but I am still busy with a smiling face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
"I hate it!"
The damned girl didn't say a word. When she raised her right foot violently, I could clearly feel the pain of her big toe in my nostril. Looking up to the sky, I saw a bright red giant in the shape of rainbow It's like the omen of spitting blood, dead girl! You can't bear it very much
: the inspiration of this creation comes from a light novel. Maybe the setting of "sister" is a little familiar, but please feel free to read the ten chapters. If you still don't feel the freshness of the original, you can throw it aside. If you look comfortable, please don't forget to collect and recommend it. New people need strong support from all brothers and sisters. Thank you
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