The Collection of The End

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the snow-white ceiling.

No, that's a plaster ceiling.

Stupid, extremely difficult-to-clean embossed wall moldings, recessed patios, and a total of six ceiling lights that needed to be turned on and off three times before they could be fully turned on or off.

I turned my head and saw the goose-yellow wallpaper with abstract flower patterns that couldn't be seen in their original shape.

Then there are the cute wall lamps in the shape of double umbrellas and the bright blue coat rack.

And Rilakkuma was staring at me like he was an idiot.

"How disrespectful!" I punched it in the face and knocked it away from the bed.

Heck, who came up with the idea of ​​putting a giant doll on the bedside table and gazing at it, making it impossible for people to fall back to sleep so easily after waking up once?

Well, it seems to be me.

I looked at the Dalmatian pattern on the sleeves, sighed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, kicked off my slippers and walked around the bedroom.

There is a milky white wardrobe, a desk with many books just for decoration, a slightly messy dressing table, a pothos that insists on exploring its branches even though it is half dead, and curtains with red, yellow, and blue polka dot patterns.

It's roughly the same as what I remember, but there are subtle differences. It seems that what psychologists say "people will subconsciously beautify their memories" is quite correct.

Oh no! I opened the curtains.

Outside the window is a trail made of gravel around the lake, and the property has tried its best to clean up the artificial lake, but it never looks clean.

As I opened the curtains, a damp breath hit my face.

I missed it for two seconds and then covered my face - I forgot to close the window "last night".

"Stupid system?"

"Fufu?"

"Glutty?"

After initially adapting to the environment, I was going to discuss with the stupid system how to remove the unlucky doomsday element from here, but after trying to call a few times, I found that the stupid system did not respond at all.

Is this guy dead again? Will you be full after just a few pieces of cake?

"What are you arguing about so early in the morning? Others might think there is a crazy girl in our house." Mom opened the door and walked in.

"..."

I looked at the familiar white shirt, brown vest, black trousers, gold-rimmed glasses, smart hairstyle, and the handsome face that would be mistaken for my sister when I went out, and I was speechless for a moment.

My mom is a strong woman, in every sense of the word.

To give the simplest example, she took care of everything from the purchase to decoration to decoration of this small building - think about those difficult decoration companies.

After my father came back from a business trip in Germany, he found that the house-changing plan that had only been verbally realized had been fully realized. That expression... if he took a screenshot and posted a few question marks on it, it would be enough to replace the "black question mark".

Her acting style can be called "vigorous and resolute", as if she has a schedule in her mind, and she will do it as soon as she thinks of it, without a moment of leisure. Similarly, if she arranges for others to do something, it is best for them to execute it immediately. She usually After urging him only once, he will attack with a "death stare" or a "venomous tongue" the second time. If he still refuses to repent, his ears will be plucked.

I very much doubt what kind of scene it would be like when my mother was in her company.

But currently, the highest level of punishment is only experienced by dad, which can be described specifically as..."a strong man locking up a man."

"Uh...I had a nightmare..." Even a saint couldn't think of a valid reason for screaming so early in the morning, so I could only make up a random one that sounded acceptable.

"Huh?" Mom frowned slightly and walked over to me.

Oh, no, if you don't wash your face and brush your teeth after getting up, then stand at the window and scream, you will definitely be scolded.

My mother came to me with a strange expression. Then she raised her hand and touched my face: "What dream is so scary? I was so scared that I cried."

ah?

I looked at the wet marks on my mother's hands and blinked again, only to find that water was dripping from them.

Damn it, I didn't think—

"Really,

You're still acting like a spoiled child at such an old age." My mother took me into her arms and said, "I'll give you three minutes to cry. "

"..."

I didn't want to cry! Don't let this pair of bad tricks get away with you anymore! My mother's outfit is very expensive!

"Uuuuuuuah——"

Fine……

————

"Are you awake? Come down early to eat when you are."

When I finally controlled myself from crying, my mother patted my head and turned away, her expression seemed to be a little... "joyful"?

——For such an old daughter to act coquettishly towards me, it seems that I am still very young.

I came to this conclusion with my saint-level observation, and I could only cover my face again.

In addition, when my mother said "early", she meant that I should wash up faster, not omit any steps, otherwise she would definitely make me cry for another reason.

I touched my fluffy hair and picked up the comb resignedly.

"I won't eat. I made an appointment with my classmates to go together in the morning -"

"Your sister just cried a lot because you were mean to her yesterday."

"Huh? Is that old woman so fragile?"

Snapped!

"Ouch! My head!"

"Stay and have breakfast with her. If you don't want to eat, sit down."

"All right--"

There was the sound of my stupid brother talking to his mother downstairs, and then he was beaten for slandering me.

Strictly speaking, there is really nothing wrong with the old woman. Although there is a jump in time, at least what actually passed... uh, well, forget it.

Anyway, when I meet Yakumo Murasaki or Scathach, I definitely have the capital to call them "little sister".

As for the quarrels... my memory is a bit fuzzy over the years. It seems that my brother likes skateboarding and football, and both sports are quite dangerous, so he would come back with a few wounds from time to time, and I was there "yesterday" I lectured him when I was helping him deal with it, but he insisted on raising the issue, and eventually they got into a quarrel.

I finally said, "If you keep acting like this, I won't care about you anymore!" But my stupid brother's response was, "Even if I jump out of the balcony, fall into the lake and drown, I won't care about you anymore!"

Hmm...this is a bit subtle...

After washing up, I picked out a set of clothes suitable for going out, then opened the door and walked downstairs.

People who don't understand may call this kind of single-family building a villa, but it is far from it.

For example, although the small building itself has two floors, it is impossible to install an elevator or turn it into a tube-shaped stairwell. What you need to go up and down is a wooden staircase that surrounds the living room on the first floor and descends step by step, and this circle is the second floor. Unusable space.

The kitchen, dining room, laundry room, bedroom with private bathroom, and corresponding decorations and decorations made the entire small building packed... However, the clothes that were often packed by my mother made it crowded rather than messy on the whole.

"I'm sorry! Sister! I was wrong!" The stupid brother stood in the living room, tilting his head and apologizing to me in a quarrel-like tone.

"I forgive you~" I couldn't help but smile at him: "Even if you fall into the lake, I will save you."

"Only fools would fall in." He clasped his hands behind his head and turned towards the kitchen: "Come and eat, old-sister."

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