Brightness belongs to the sunshine shining on the bed, but my beloved only feels gloomy.
She threw herself at the head of the bed, knelt on her brother's pillow, frowned, and stared at the photo on the bedside table.
The girl in the photo looked a little younger than her, about fourth grade, wearing a black sailor suit, with delicate features and fair skin. The girl sat on the bed, leaning forward, smiling at the camera.
This is a photo full of life. Looking at it while lying on the bed, it seems as if the girl is sitting beside you, smiling at you with a pair of affectionate eyes.
Xinai compared her appearance with the girl in the photo and was shocked to find that she had no advantage. The girl in the photo was just as cute as her! She had never met an opponent in Ino County!
The bitterness in her heart turned her sadness into regret. She was upset that it was clearly her photo frame, but her brother used it to put another girl's photo. She was upset that she came first, but didn't take good care of her brother.
She was so nervous that her hands were shaking as she took the photo frame. The pink photo frame that she had specially selected and put in her brother's suitcase was back in her hands. She touched the heart-shaped pattern, and the scratches felt rough. The touch that had brought her joy and shyness before now brought her endless bitterness.
Could this girl be... my brother's new sister
After the brother arrived in Misaki, he no longer had his sister to take care of him, so he found a younger girl to serve as a substitute for his sister
The substitute is a white lotus, who gradually squeezes out the position of the real sister in her brother's heart and takes her place!
The romance novels she had read flashed through Xinai's mind, and the depression in her heart deepened.
She would rather see a beautiful young girl or a middle-aged young woman than a little girl her own age.
She didn't want to be replaced, she wanted the little girl in the photo to have a different identity.
She first thought that it might be her girlfriend's sister, but this idea was quickly overturned by herself. How could she put a photo of her girlfriend's sister on the bedside table
She thought of her girlfriend’s daughter, her girlfriend’s mother, her gay friend who wore women’s clothes, and the simulated photos drawn with AI…
Finally, she thought of the prayer she had made before leaving. Maybe the girl in the photo was her brother's girlfriend! That would be no problem at all!
Xin Ai comforted herself, thinking that it must be this loli girlfriend in black sailor suit who saw the photo of her boyfriend's sister placed next to his bed and became jealous, so she forced her boyfriend to take down the photo of his sister and replace it with her own.
The brother must have put up a fierce resistance, but he could not withstand his loli girlfriend's Cha Yan and Cha Yu, so he could only reluctantly take his sister's photo out of the frame.
A few nights after taking down the photos, my brother lay in bed, looking at the photo frame where everything had changed and the people in it had changed. He must have shed tears of loneliness!
That’s right, her brother must be a victim like her, and the evidence is—these two paper cranes!
If her brother was really so heartless, how could he have placed her paper cranes by the bed? The brother who lost the photo could only sleep peacefully with the comfort of these two paper cranes!
The cold storm that had been sweeping through her beloved's heart subsided. She supported herself on the bed with her hands and stepped back to the window. The sunlight enveloped her, bringing light and warmth.
The jealousy that had made her tear up the photo and smash the frame disappeared. She put the frame back to its place and picked up the two paper cranes.
The paper crane that comforted the brother also brought comfort to the sister.
The two paper cranes sparkled in the sunlight. The girl placed them on the bed sheet, pinched one corner of the sheet and pulled it gently.
The two paper cranes began to waver, their wings fluttering slightly, and they soared above the blue sheets.
One paper crane is golden, like the bright sun, and the other is purple, like gorgeous clouds. If you look closely, you can see a little gold in the purple, as if reflecting the scorching sun beside it.
how did you do that
Xinai picked up the purple paper crane, held it in her palm, put it in front of her eyes, and looked at it carefully.
It turns out that this paper crane is made of origami paper with gold powder.
Her doubts resolved, she smiled and put the paper crane back on the bed sheet.
Then, a new doubt arose.
Xin Ai hugged her left arm across her chest and rested her right hand on her chin, wondering in her heart, did she buy paper with gold powder to fold paper cranes
The light in the girl's eyes quickly faded. She unwrapped the paper crane, and with her gray eyes carefully distinguished the folding technique of the paper crane, and then unwrapped another one.
Neither of the two paper cranes were folded in the way she was used to, and the techniques and levels of detail used in the two cranes were somewhat different.
In other words, neither of these two paper cranes was folded by her, and they came from different people.
What kind of comfort is this paper crane? There is nothing on the bedside table that belongs to my sister except the photo frame! The only photo frame contains another girl!
She threw the two torn pieces of paper aside, laughed at herself softly a few times, then pursed her lips and tears flashed in her eyes.
…
Nan Youxi opened the door, looked carefully at the women's shoes at the entrance, and opened the bedroom door puzzledly.
The curtains of the bedroom were drawn tightly. On the dim bed, a small figure curled up in the corner against the wall at the head of the bed.
"My dear?" Nan Youxi recognized his sister. He felt relieved and pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
Hearing his movement, Xin'ai raised her head, her expression aggrieved, but the room was too dark, and Nan Youxi was placing the paper bag in her hand and didn't notice this.
"What is that?" The girl stared at the bag in her brother's hand. She tried to act calm. As a junior high school student, she had her own reserve.
This reserved defense was quickly shattered by Nan Youxi's words.
"Clothes, paper cranes, and paper stars." Minami Yuxi replied.
He spent the entire morning at Asano's house, folding paper cranes and stars with Nao, Yuko, Reina, and Mizuki, and gained a lot of simulation points.
Noticing that her sister's voice was a little hoarse, Nan Youxi suspected that she was in a bad mood, so she took the initiative to talk and showed the paper bag.
"Look, there are so many." He tilted the mouth of the paper bag and showed it to his beloved.
Colorful paper cranes were mixed together with paper stars made of shiny paper. When the paper bag was shaken, the stars and cranes tumbled around in red, yellow, blue, green, purple, gold and silver, mottled and dreamy.
Xinai stared at the paper cranes and paper stars for a while. Her already fragile heart was stabbed again. She sniffed and tilted her neck upward, trying to stop the numbness at the tip of her nose and the soreness in her eyes. She failed, and tears welled up and she sobbed.
"Woo—" She buried her head on her knees and cried sadly.
"Huh?" Nan Youxi was confused.
He put down the paper bag, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch his sister's head.
The girl dodged twice before his hand fell on her head, and her crying became even more miserable.
Nan Youxi saw the two pieces of origami beside the bed, glanced at the pink photo frame on the bedside table, and understood the situation.
A feeling of guilt surged in his heart and he felt very uneasy.
It is indeed inappropriate to remove the photo of your sister and replace it with photos of other women.
"Who is that girl!" Xin'ai wiped her tears, her small shoulders trembling with sobs.
Her hoarse and sad voice tormented Nan Youxi's heart and made him feel even more guilty.
"she is… "
Before Nan Youxi could finish, Xin Ai asked again, "Is she your girlfriend?"
This judgment question stumped Nan Youxi. He didn't understand how Mozi became his girlfriend.
His silence, which was caused by surprise, had a different meaning in the eyes of his beloved.
The girl thought that her brother had already confessed the existence of his girlfriend. If it was her girlfriend, her brother would not have hesitated. That girl was indeed her brother’s new sister!
Her crying became silent, but her tears flowed faster.
The gushing tears flowed down her chin and dripped onto the bed sheet behind the girl's feet, quickly soaking it.
Nan Youxi didn't understand the deeper reason, but he knew that his sister was sad because of that judgment question.
He thought that he had confessed the existence of his girlfriend last night, so the girl was not sad because the photo was of his girlfriend, but because the photo was not of his girlfriend. At this time, he should answer that the person in the photo was his girlfriend.
No, it could be that the photo was taken by his girlfriend, so Xin Ai cried so hard. The photo was taken by a young Mozi, an age that is prohibited by law. Xin Ai may have thought that she had committed a crime and would be arrested and imprisoned, so she cried so hard.
He didn't have time to figure out which possibility it was, nor did he need to. He just had to answer both possibilities.
"It's my girlfriend," Minami Yuki said, "The photo is of my beloved sister-in-law when she was a child."
With this sentence, he not only classified the girl in the photo as his girlfriend, but also explained that he had not violated the law.
"Really?" Xin'ai's tears slowed down a little, but she still buried her head in her knees and asked while sobbing.
"Really." Nan Youxi knew he had given the correct answer. He was puzzled: "What did you think it was?"
"I thought..." Xin'ai stammered, "That's what I thought!"
Nan Youxi did not expose her lie. It was normal for little girls of this age to have some strange thoughts.
"Then don't cry." Nan Youxi moved the hand that was caressing her head down, pinched her little ears that were red from crying, and gently pulled them up, trying to get the girl to raise her head.
The beloved head didn't move, refusing to cooperate.
The substitute crisis was resolved, and the most anxious part of Xin Ai was relieved, but there was still the matter of the photo frame and the paper crane, which made the girl feel itchy and angry.
She pressed her forehead against her knees and said angrily, "I'm going to cry!"
She wanted her brother to comfort her again and sign some unequal treaties with her.
But she waited and waited, but her brother never said anything to please her. Instead, she heard a crackling sound in front of her.
With her head lowered, she could only see the sheets and Yuxi's feet beneath her. A large area of the sheets was wet from her tears, and the water stains expanded to under her buttocks and soles of her feet. Yuxi's legs were sitting cross-legged, shaking back and forth, and no one knew what she was doing.
She tried to move her eyes and look up to gather information.
She saw the cell phone.
Yuxi was holding her phone, taking pictures of her from all angles.
She checked her skirt first. The hem of her skirt hung neatly beside her. Her bent legs blocked the parts that could not be seen. At most, Yuxi could capture the flesh of her thighs. Her posture was not indecent.
What's the point of taking such a photo? To threaten her with crying photos in the future? She is not such an easy sister!
"What are you doing?" she couldn't help asking.
"Send it to my mom." Nan Youxi stopped taking pictures, tapped the screen, and pretended to edit the message.
"Humph, I'm not afraid even if you send it to mom. Mom will still blame you!"
"I said, my beloved wet the bed and is crying."
"… "
Xin'ai stared at the puddle of water under her butt for two seconds, then quickly jumped up and threw herself on Nan Youxi.
With Nan Youxi's help, she successfully pinned her brother down and snatched the phone.
The phone screen showed the main interface of LINE, not the chat interface. She breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Minami Yuki fiercely.
You actually lied to me! And you lied with such a vicious lie!
"Tell me, why did you come here? How did you get the key?" Nan Youxi pinched her little face and asked.
"Don't change the subject, this paper..."
Xin'ai wanted to ask the paper crane first, but suddenly realized that asking like this would make her sound like a jealous sister who clings to her brother. Yuxi had no reason to put her paper crane on the bedside.
She changed her tone and pointed to the photo frame: "What's going on!"
"Because my favorite photo frame is so cute, I gave it to you to use." Nan Youxi was thinking about how to calm his sister's anger, and he soon came up with a solution.
"That's my photo frame! It's for my photos!" Xin'ai clenched her little fist and punched her brother who was lying on the ground.
"Xin'ai is cute enough, she doesn't need such a cute photo frame." Nan Youxi sat up.
His praise came suddenly, and Xin'ai was stunned. The shame and pride in her heart quickly spread, drowning out some of her anger.
Just as the other part of my anger, which had not yet been extinguished, was about to launch a counterattack, my brother's second sentence came again.
"I would feel very distressed if my lovely beloved was placed in such a lovely frame."
"Why?" Part of my beloved's anger turned into doubt.
"Because with these two lovely things in front of me, I don't know whether to look at my beloved or the photo frame." Nan Youxi sat sideways, with her arms supported at her sides, her head tilted, and she looked at her sister with a sincere look.
Another sudden compliment! My beloved blushed, and her mind sank into the joy of being praised.
"What about my photo?" The sunken rationality used up its last bit of strength, popped up briefly, and controlled the beloved to ask the key question.
Nan Youxi sighed inwardly, led the girl to the closet, took out the suitcase and opened it.
In the suitcase were clothes for the changing seasons and a bunch of paper cranes and paper stars.
Nan Youxi reached into the pile of things and took out her photo.
In Xin Ai's heart, the embers of anger quickly rekindled, and the spark turned into a huge flame with a bang, bursting out sparks.
Liar! What do you mean by cute? Is cute just putting my photo in the pile of junk
"Beautiful?" Nan Youxi's words interrupted the extension of her anger.
Xin Ai followed her brother's gaze and looked inside the suitcase.
Paper cranes and paper stars of various colors gathered together, just like the scene in the paper bag that my brother brought back, colorful and very beautiful.
"I think that the beloved photos should not be placed in those rigid frames, but should be placed in these dreamy folded papers," Nan Youxi's palm stroked the clothes in the suitcase again, "Put it next to me."
Xin Ai felt something was wrong, but couldn't put her finger on it. This scene was too much like the plot in an idol drama, and this dialogue was too much like the lines in an idol drama. Because they were too similar, it felt a little weird.
Nan Youxi panicked. He knew that he had spoken too affectionately and had upset his sister, but he had no other choice. If he didn't lie to her, he wouldn't be able to explain why he had thrown away his sister's paper cranes and photos as miscellaneous items.
He looked at the girl nervously, but the girl was too young to distinguish between artistic creation and reality, and soon she was immersed in the joy of crocheting lies.
Nan Youxi wiped the sweat off his forehead. The deception was successful, and the crisis was resolved!
(End of this chapter)