my sister never called brother

Wang Linlin's eyes flickered back and forth, she was thinking, but it seemed that it was definitely not some official business, but her own little thoughts.

Song Mingyuan didn't know what Wang Linlin was thinking in her heart. Seeing her face turn red and white for a while, it was hard to guess.

"Okay, I'll be willful for a while." Wang Linlin finally chose to compromise, and then said——

"But I haven't made up my wish yet. I'll talk about it when I think about it."

After Zhou Han was suspended again——

Did not go home.

Instead, he wandered outside all day, stopping and going.

Anyway, about [-]% of the bet with Mr. Dong about quitting the group was lost.

In the morning, he even punched Gu Bai.

He has not figured out until now why Gu Bai stood with those people.

Where is that Gu Bai who is kind, neither arrogant nor impatient, who always thinks of others before doing things?

Could it be that the usual saints are all pretending?

Zhou Han thought it was possible.

After all, people's hearts are separated from the belly, how can anyone easily guess it?

Maybe Gu Bai has a dark side in essence.

Maybe I was really like an idiot, being confused by Gu Bai's appearance.

Maybe yesterday, he shouldn't have gone to Gu Bai, he had already planned to use himself.

There are too many possibilities that frequently flashed through Zhou Han's mind...

He didn't know which reason was true, maybe both were possible.

There are tall buildings in the distance.

The minaret soaring straight into the sky obscures the afterglow of the setting sun.

A huge shadow enveloped Zhou Han.

As the soft light fades away, the shadows widen.

No matter how he walked, he couldn't escape the shadow.

As if mocking him.

far away.

The crowd wearing the uniforms of Zhongqing No. [-] Middle School walked towards Zhou Han in a carefree manner.

It all seems like a coincidence——

Surrounded by everyone, Sun Qi looked like a big shot.

Fanwai Mountain and Flowers

April a year ago.

I successfully graduated from junior high school and entered the high school attached to Yamanashi University.

I was looked after by my maternal grandfather and grandmother.

As for my biological father, he died of cancer in his early years and was buried in a cemetery in Kanagawa Prefecture.

After entering high school, I moved from Kyoto to Yamanashi Prefecture.

A place very close to Mount Fuji, dominated by mountains, has the title of the Kingdom of Fruit Trees.

It's been over a month since high school life started, and aside from the need to restart my relationships, nothing really bothers me.

Why do you have a headache?

Because I spent my junior high school in Kyoto, and after graduation, many of my original friends did not choose to leave, and most of them chose to stay in high schools in the Kyoto area.

So after entering high school, there were basically no familiar people, and the interpersonal relationship needed to start from scratch, and I was not very good at catering to others, which also made the development of my circle of friends extremely slow.

People like me should be weird.

As for my friends in junior high school, after learning that I was leaving Kyoto, they basically stopped contacting me, and they didn’t send me an email during the holidays.

I actually can't understand it. After I leave Kyoto, won't everyone meet in the future?

So throughout the holidays, I was in a very depressed state.

Like those nerds, they hid at home and spent the whole vacation.

I feel pretty pathetic for spending the entire vacation at home by myself.

If I say it, no one will believe it, because it was quite popular in middle school in our country.

There are always boys who want to ask me out every weekend, but I am also an old hand at saying no, and many people will be politely rejected.

But why after graduation, no one disappeared?

Is it because I reject too many people?

After thinking about it carefully, it is possible.

If there are too many boys who refuse, there will be some gossip in private, which will discourage others.

During that time, I wish someone would come to me.

If a boy came to me at that time, I would definitely go out with him without hesitation, regardless of whether he was handsome or not, and whether he would say something romantic.

Because I'm really suffocated at home.

But I was crushed by the reality that no one really came to me.

My relatives privately thought I was a housewife.

When I entered high school, I received a gift from my relatives.

At first I thought it was a beautiful dress, or a school bag or something.

When I opened it, I didn't know what expression to use to face it. In short, my inner mood was very embarrassing.

Faced with the kindness, I could only forcefully smile and thank you, but in fact I wanted to die already.

The gift was a throw pillow with a picture of a naked anime girl on it.

Too bad, this gift is so bad, everyone thought I was a housewife.

I don't know how to explain it, and even if I did, I guess no one would believe it.

Because a girl has been squatting at home for a month, what is it if she is not a house girl?

This matter is my black history, I swear that only I know this life.

But this pillow is not completely useless, it can be used as a sandbag to express my depressed emotions.

When I left, relatives stared at the faceless pillow, dumbfounded.

I smiled and left calmly, I think they should know the fact that I am not a house girl, right?

Of course, after entering high school, it is not without happy things.

such as--

The thing that makes me the happiest is meeting my childhood playmate.

Her name is Chuan Gu Zeya. I always called her Xiaoya when I was a child, and I still call her that now.

And she called me Ai Li, and she also called me Xiao Li when she was a child, but I was willful and vetoed it.

Because I don't like being called "little", it always felt like a curse, and now it's fulfilled.

I don't want to mention which part of my body this curse was fulfilled.

When I met Xiaoya again in high school in Yamanashi, I almost didn't recognize her.

I don't mean that I don't recognize Xiaoya, but that I don't recognize her... Well, it doesn't matter if I don't mention it, I feel ashamed to mention it.

I've always had serious doubts about what she ate to develop so well.

But I'm sure she didn't drink milk to get like this.

Because I didn't drink less!The result has been several years and nothing has changed at all!

I am 16 years old, and the puberty period will pass soon. Looking at the flattest place on my body, I can only shake my head and sigh, there is nothing I can do.

Fortunately, when I was a child, the girls didn't start to develop. With my cute appearance, I had an advantage.

But anytime I get older, I don't feel superior to other well-developed girls now.

When I met Xiaoya, my first reaction was not the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but the pressure of facing a cow.

But Xiaoya is my childhood playmate after all, so I have to endure the pressure, because the childhood friendship is the most precious.

It was a great joy to be reunited with someone I knew before.

We can talk about some interesting childhood stories with each other, which will remind me of my carefree childhood.

Xiaoya always bought tofu for her family when she was young, and I lived in my grandmother's tofu house at that time.

My grandfather and grandmother are always full of praise for Xiaoya, and some words of praise have never been said to me.

When I grew up, I realized that it might be because my grandfather and grandmother were very traditional.

To what extent do they admire each other?

Then I will give an example.

Today, when tofu has started to be mechanized, my grandfather still uses the most traditional handicrafts to make tofu.

So they like Xiaoya, a girl who has shown traditional Japanese femininity since she was a child, and I feel that she is a bit more than my own granddaughter.

Xiaoya's first impression is that of Yamato Nadeko, very traditional.

And I am not a traditional Japanese woman at all, but Xiaoya is.

My father died young, and my mother worked abroad. I was boarded by relatives since I was a child, and no one disciplined me. I have always acted willfully.

So for Japanese traditional etiquette, even if I know it, I will not take the initiative to do it, because I am not used to it.

But Xiaoya is a girl born in a traditional family. Their family is still very famous in the local area and has opened a hot spring hotel.

As an heir, she began to learn a lot of traditional etiquette from the moment she fell to the ground crying.

In fact, I don't have much affection for the traditional Yamato Nadeko, because they are always submissive and controlled by others.

But my character always likes to resist and be controlled by others?I really can't compromise.

I still remember the first time I met Xiaoya.

She was wearing a pink bathrobe, her hair was coiled up, and she looked like a little proprietress of a hot spring hotel.

I sat next to her blankly and looked at her.

I scoff at her behavior of wearing a yukata in normal times, I only wear it during festivals.

As usual, Xiaoya came to buy tofu.

Grandfather smiled when he saw her coming, and praised Xiaoya with all kinds of compliments.

Xiaoya didn't say anything, she just blushed and felt a little shy.

Seeing her shy appearance, I was a little angry, probably because of my grandfather's partiality?

Xiaoya noticed that there was a stranger like me in the tofu house.

Out of politeness, she blushed and bowed to me, "Hello."

I raised my eyebrows, didn't give her a good look, pouted my mouth and twisted my face, "Huh——!!!"

"Eh?!" Xiaoya didn't know what she was being rude to, she was very flustered, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Aili, don't bully others." My grandfather said to me.

"Tch!" Despite being lectured by my grandfather, I still didn't give Xiaoya a good face.

I secretly opened my eyes and felt a little funny seeing Xiaoya still bowing and apologizing.

This is how Xiaoya and I met for the first time.

Xiaoya is timid, shy, and easily shy. This character always reminds me of Mimosa.