My Sister Can't Be Inri-ri

In an inaccessible place, Kitahara Haruki raised his head, tears streaming down his delicate and pale face.He suddenly bowed his body, showing a slight stomach pain expression.Licking the wound alone like a wounded beast, let the painful roar float in the wind.

"Ayase... Hanabi!"

Human scum has freshness, like moisture locked in plastic wrap.

Hanabi smiled, cleaned up the dishes, and cast a last look at the girl on the hospital bed before leaving the room.The love in those eyes was far inferior to that of Xuecai.However, Touma's eyes full of tenderness already have more unexplained feelings.

You are sick, I am sick too, the disease is called love.

Ayase Hanabi stayed outside the door, closing her eyes.In a trance, Ogiso Yukina gently stroked his bangs, and said with a smile that it felt good.It felt so much like a sister.It must have been healed by the smile at that moment, lingering until now.

Hey, Yukina-san, who do you really like, Haruki Kitahara?Anyone is fine, if he is a scumbag, I will take away everything from him, anyone who can love me.In this way, he can love you wholeheartedly for the rest of his life, right?

Yes, you have met the right man, and I think he will be a good man.

This is all a scumbag brother can do for his sister's happiness—Hanabi's theory of happiness.

In my words, it's okay.Because he is the worst kind of scum, he keeps stealing the freshness of scumbags, and can survive by relying on women, drowning in unrepayable love.

May you one day be treated with tenderness by this world.

The author says:

PS: I'm really not good at stomach medicine, Vataxi.Oops, I accidentally dismissed readers again.That's it, I'm going low so as not to surprise myself.Don't you think that Jingu can write female essays?

I was compiling "White Album 2" and writing the Baixue chapter at the same time, and I almost didn't want to write halfway.It was because of Kitahara Haruki.In recent years, I haven't watched the show very much, and it was the first time that I was out of anger.He loves to preach, he speaks clearly and clearly, and I can bear with all kinds of routines to tease girls.

How dare you kiss another woman in front of your girlfriend and act innocent like nothing happened, how dare you say you love her?I don't want to see the woman in my arms shed tears, so let the real girlfriend cry to death.Okay, it's gentle.

I just want you to have a taste of what it's like to watch your loved one fall into the arms of others.

Jingu: Wait... Hanabi, don't go, it's really not about you.Hey, I won't abuse you, come back quickly!Wife with this number again (stretches out a hand).

Huahuo: Deal!

Chapter 210 My Soul

It was night, at Dongma's house, the piano room was brightly lit.

Ayase Hanabi held the bass and performed the bass part of the song perfectly.The low melody continuously drifts towards the darkness outside the window.

The vibration of the strings gradually stopped.Hanabi put the cumbersome bass aside, sweat dripped from his forehead, he turned around and said, "There will be no mistakes in the three pieces that are going to be performed. So, don't you feel relieved?"

There is a quilt on the floor of the piano room, and Huahuo helped spread it.Dongma rolled himself into spring rolls, lying comfortably under the warm blanket, enjoying the performance of fireworks.The bass, which is obviously very monotonous, seems to come alive in the hands of Hanabi.These slender and white hands seem to have some kind of magical power.

"...Have you finished playing it?" Dong Ma said reluctantly.

Huahuo said with a smile: "Yes, senior who loves to worry. It's time to go to bed honestly, right? Lack of sleep is a girl's natural enemy."

"You know women very well." Dong Ma whispered.

"I won't come tomorrow. I called your domestic nanny and she said she would come to take care of you."

Dongma stared wide-eyed and said, "How do you know..."

"Because there is only this number posted on the phone." Huahuo said, "I heard that before Ling Tang left, he assigned you a private doctor, piano teacher, and a nanny who cooked. Why did you send them all away? Otherwise, there will be no situation where you fall ill at home alone."

Dongma was stunned for a moment, and sorrow slowly climbed up his brows.Maybe she wanted to find someone to talk to, so the straight black girl curled up in bed began to tell the story of the past.The quilt covered the mouth shape, as if telling another person's story.

When Touma Kazusa first entered high school, she was still a young girl.Suddenly one day, her mother Touma Yoko packed her luggage and said she was going to move to Paris.

"Why...won't you take me with you?!"

Mother said flatly: "Now is not the time."

Touma Yoko looked at her daughter with affectionate eyes, but no reluctance.Yoko Touma, a world-class pianist, is such a woman.He doesn't care about anything but music, not even his precious daughter.

"I've been chasing after that woman's shadow as the best mother and teacher ever."

At that time, Touma Kazusa showed a silent and stubborn expression, tears could not stop streaming down.

"I, too weak. A genius piano girl? What a joke. No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up with my mother, so I was abandoned. The so-called 'genius' has a limit, and some people can't do it all their lives. It's just a testament to my talent...that's all."

The truth of the genius girl that people admire is a blank confusion.

Speaking of this, the suppressed voice in the bed was faintly crying.

Hanabi was moved, smiled and shook her head: "Don't be joking. If you are a genius of 'that's all', then what are Nishikino Maki, Sakurauchi Riko, and everyone who came out of Otonokizaka? ?”

Touma's reddish eyes stared at Hanabi, and his heart beat for a moment, like meeting a musical instrument that was pleasing to the eye.

(Because... you said I was a genius.)

"I haven't met Ling Tang, so I'm not qualified to comment. However, I think she arranged everything for you before leaving Japan. It may be better for you to receive an education in Japan. Don't let the momentary emotions cloud your judgment. Have you really communicated well?"

Dong Ma was stunned.

Huahuo said with emotion: "I'm actually similar to you. My parents are abroad all year round, and they don't come back several times a year. She is a very unreliable woman. When I was young, my mother always liked to play tricks on me and my sister. But I actually… quite like her."

We are so similar.

"Hey, you don't have an Oedipus complex, do you?" Dong Ma laughed through his tears, and wiped away his tears embarrassingly.

Huahuo countered: "Senior sister, you have no right to say that about me."

"Speaking of which, I once heard someone in Onogizaka play the best piano sound, many times better than me. I think, if I find the owner of the piano sound, maybe I can get closer to my mother." Touma fell into memory, "do you know?"

It was a sunny afternoon, and the girl's ears echoed the Canon she had never heard before, as if she was sleeping peacefully in a soft wind.

Hanabi was surprised and said: "Huh? I know everyone who can play the canon in Otonokizaka. Riko was the first red-haired witch of Otonokizaka before she transferred to another school. Now the most powerful one is Maki."