Chapter 1 (1/2)
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.”