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Chapter 2: Yosuga no Sora? Yosuga no Sora!

"I didn't go to work today, and I won't go to work in the future. It's impossible for me to work, not in my lifetime."

Baiyin placed the transparent plastic bag next to his sister. "I bought you some ice cream. Eat it before it melts... Wait, it's better to eat it after dinner. Eating cold food on an empty stomach is not good for your health. Studies have shown that the high incidence of gastric cancer in Japan is caused by frequently eating cold food on an empty stomach."

Then he put the ice cream back into the refrigerator.

"He's still your usual brother, nagging like that!"

Kei breathed a sigh of relief, but then he caught more crucial information and immediately opened his eyes wide.

"Wait? What did you say! Not working anymore??"

has a problem!

There are big problems -

You know, in order to reduce the burden on his brother, he proposed to reduce the amount of work more than once, but was rejected by Baiyin on the grounds that "he can still handle it."

Rain or shine, I'm afraid only the end of the world can stop my brother from working.

But today he said that he would never work again. Is he dreaming?

Kei pinched his cheeks.

pain.

It's not a dream?! Then why...?!

Kei suddenly remembered a conversation they had before going to bed. He had talked about cancer and asked himself if he would be sad if he died of cancer.

Cancer and death are things that the girl does not feel very real about. Having established a connection with her brother since birth, she naturally subconsciously believes that this connection will last forever.

So at that time I just snorted coldly, turned over and fell asleep without even answering.

Bai Yingui's face turned pale in an instant, and the strength in his limbs seemed to be suddenly drained away, almost collapsing to the ground.

The image of her brother lying sick on the hospital bed appeared uncontrollably in her mind, and fear overwhelmed her like a tide.

Her voice trembled unconsciously. "Brother, is there something wrong with you? You asked me about cancer before. Did you find out something during the examination? That's why you suddenly said you don't want to work anymore. Don't scare me, Onii-chan!!"

Seeing that Kei's emotions were getting out of control, Baiyin just blasted his head over.

"One bag!" The girl covered her forehead with tears.

"It's been two years, and I'm happy to hear the word Onii-chan again."

Baiyin said happily, but his expression was calm. "But don't say anything careless. I'm in perfect health. The doctor said there aren't many young people like me who aren't too fragile."

"Then why? Why did you suddenly stop working?" Kei's face was full of confusion, and there were even tears in his eyes from the lingering fear.

Bai Yin explained, "I didn't want to continue working because the more I stuck with it, the more I realized there were limits to what I could do. In other words, the ratio of effort to reward was too poor. I found an easier way to make money."

An ideal society is one where the more you give, the more you get in return, and resources are distributed according to work.

But unfortunately, such a society does not exist. The distribution rules are affected by many factors. For example, Baiyin works in a restaurant. Since he is not a formal employee, he receives a waiter's salary and also does kitchen work.

And he couldn't say anything. After all, it was a "mutually agreed" market. The part-time salary was pretty good for a high school student. If he didn't do it, there were plenty of people who would do it.

"An easier way to make money?"

Kei's heart finally settled down, he wiped away his tears and gradually regained his composure.

My excellent brain started working, and coupled with the fraud cases that the teacher had recently emphasized, I instantly filled in a lot of content.

To be honest, he is indeed very outstanding in appearance. In addition, he is not very good at dealing with women. He is extremely attractive to some rich ladies who are pursuing pure emotions!

So he said earnestly, "Brother, there's no such thing as a free lunch. You'd better work hard. If you feel that three jobs are too tiring, you can reduce it to one. The saying that the flower language of steel wool represents wealth and forbearance is just a joke on the Internet. Don't take it seriously."

"What am I talking about? I suddenly discovered that I seem to have a talent for literature, so I plan to write books to make money."

"Oh, writing a book, that's all right, that's all right..."

Bai Yingui patted his small chest which had begun to grow and develop, and he breathed a sigh of relief again.

There is a saying that a young person in his twenties who is unemployed will most likely imagine himself as a writer.

This is self-mockery with a hint of humor.

But no matter what, it is a legitimate way to make money, which is much better than being a gigolo in a brothel or committing fraud.

The worst case scenario is that you become a failure because you only have to work full time. When you are older, you can work a few more jobs to supplement the family income.

My mood is up and down, and I'm a little thirsty.

"Would you like some barley tea?" Kei asked, holding a kettle.

"Ah."

Baiyin nodded, then sat cross-legged beside the coffee table, watching the girl skillfully take out cups and pour two cups of hot barley tea.

Then he turned his focus to her hand holding the cup and her tender lips as she took small sips of water.

Kei also noticed his brother's gaze and rolled his eyes towards him twice, but saw that he didn't react at all.

So, she unnaturally tucked her feet wrapped in pure black cotton socks, and asked coldly with some disdain, "Why are you staring at me like that? Are you a sister complex? It's disgusting."

Baiyin shook his head and said, "No, I'm just enjoying wasting time."

"Waste time? Enjoy?"

What a strange combination these two are.

The girl didn't expect to hear this kind of answer. She was stunned for a moment and didn't even bother to maintain her cold expression.

"Well, after all, observing things like drinking more water is completely meaningless, and doing meaningless things is just wasting time."

"Tsk, even though the meaning is unclear, I can understand the meaning of wasting time."

He actually said that observing yourself is a waste of time. I’m so angry!

Kei turned his face away slightly, feeling a little unhappy. "But how do you say enjoyment?"

“There are many things that cannot be expressed in words. Even if you understand them logically, it is not true comprehension. You will understand when you suddenly experience that feeling one day.”

Baiyin didn't want to dwell on this topic too much, so he took out a pen and paper and started thinking about what to write in his first book.

However, my sister didn't seem to like this situation. Her pretty eyebrows knitted together as she pressed the issue, "Such a cunning statement sounds like a complete evasion. If you don't explain it logically, how can you know that I can't resonate with you emotionally?"

Baiyin pressed down the pen and began to write, saying, "I really can't help you. So let me ask you - what do you think is the most luxurious thing in the world?"

Faced with this kind of question, Kei subconsciously thought of luxury cars, famous watches, jewelry, antiques and the like, but after a little thought, he felt that the other party would not ask such an irrelevant question.

Combined with the previous topic, the answer is obvious.

"It's time."

She brushed her hair and said confidently, "After all, whether it's a luxury car, a watch, or jewelry or antiques, as long as you have enough money, you can buy them. But time is not an option. No matter if you are rich or poor, everyone has only 24 hours in a day, not a second more or less."

“Time is money, but money can’t buy time.”

Baiyin didn't put down his pen, but nodded with a smile. "That's correct. Since time is so precious, then isn't wasting it a luxury? I'm watching you savor this aimless, purely relaxing time. Isn't that a real pleasure?"

"It sounds like it makes sense, but it also seems weird." Gui tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

A normal brother wouldn't have such thoughts. Something must have happened, right?

Seeing Baiyin writing words on the paper with concentration and fluency, I took a glance at it. The title of the book seemed to be "Yuno no Sora" or something, but the main text was not very clear.

Judging from the title alone, it is completely unclear what the theme of this book is. It is completely different from those books on the market whose titles are often more than ten or twenty words long.

Regarding "Anohana: The Flower Without a Sun", Shirogane chose to write this book first for various considerations. After all, most of what is in his mind is traditional Chinese literature, and there are relatively few books recording Japan, and each one is a masterpiece.

It’s impossible that his first book would be “Snow Country”, “Confessions of a Mask” or “Norwegian Wood”, right?

It is totally inconsistent with the identity of a high school student, and Yosuga no Sora is one of the few galgames he has finished playing. It is of high quality and the content is suitable for mixing some of the writing styles of "Snow Country". There will not be too much doubt about him copying "Snow Country" later.

The main theme of the original work of Yosuga no Sora is somewhat mono-aware, and it is ok for local adaptation. The theme of forbidden love is even more explosive, and the commercial potential is also acceptable.

Also, he has a younger sister, so his creative inspiration can be traced back to her.

The only thing to worry about is not being discovered by Silver Daddy, otherwise there is a high chance that your leg will be broken and you will be sent to the German orthopedics department.

Kei certainly couldn't hide it. They lived in the same room, and writing secretly would only arouse each other's rebelliousness and curiosity. No matter how he hid it, it would be discovered. He himself was too lazy to do such a sneaky thing.

"I am going tocook."

The girl did not bother him any further, but put on her apron and went into the kitchen to make dinner.

Taking into consideration that Baiyin was writing, he deliberately kept the noise down and it took him ten minutes longer than usual.

All home-cooked dishes.

Vegetable salad, fried eggs, and hamburger meat.

The ingredients used are all discounted products from supermarkets, yet they ensure deliciousness and nutritional balance.

"It's time to eat." The girl called to Baiyin.

My father is working the night shift today, so it's just the two of us having dinner.

"I'm starting." ×2

After the customary prayer before the meal, Shirogane began to savor today's "Ichimodo Rice". The taste was ordinary, but the feeling of having a peaceful meal with his family was very comfortable.

After dinner, Kei took out an ice cream cone from the refrigerator and said, "Brother, why is your novel called 'Yuno Sora'? Is it really okay with such a short word count?"

"When fate meets, life comes; when fate separates, death dies. The nature of fate is emptiness, so it is called the emptiness of fate. As for the length of the title, only mediocre people would rack their brains to come up with such exaggerated things in the title of the book."

"Slurp." The girl licked the ice cream. "Dependent Origination, Emptiness of Nature... I don't understand. It sounds like something those old monks in the temple say."

"This is indeed a Buddhist statement. For example, the ice cream in your hand isn't actually ice cream in its true nature; it's empty. It's only ice cream because of the convergence of various 'conditions.' Once those conditions dissipate, it will disappear, returning to emptiness."

"So this is actually a book about Buddhism? Would anyone actually buy it now?"

"No, it's an everyday story about a brother and sister, trying to save each other, but ultimately ending in tragedy."

"Um????"

Kei immediately became interested, walked behind Baiyin who was writing, leaned over and bent down to read the main content of the text he was writing.

Some hair touched Baiyin's ears, making him feel a little itchy.

"Don't get too close, and don't let the ice cream melt and drip on me. These two pictures are finished, so go to the side and take a look. Oh, and keep my book a secret from Dad. Even if he knows I'm writing a book, don't tell him the title. This is a secret between us."

"Is it necessary to go to this extent... But since it's a secret, I will reluctantly keep it for you!" Bai Yingui nodded solemnly.

Adolescent girls always have a strange attitude towards secrets.

"The azure sky feels unusually clear, unlike the city..."

Reading the prologue of "Anohana: The Sky Is Not So Good" from the beginning, the beautiful handwriting and the writing style with a strong literary flavor made the girl's previous indifference fade away, and she was gradually attracted by the story described in the text.

On the train, the awkward yet heartwarming interactions between Kasugano Yuu and Kasugano Sora immediately made Shirogane Kei connect the two to himself and Shirogane Miyuki.

Seeing characters with similar personalities to myself appear in books always feels a bit strange.

It seems that he really uses things around him as inspiration for his writing, and the content of his works can also reflect some of the author's thoughts.

Bai Yingui subconsciously began to read and understand.

On the train, You wanted to sleep for the first time, but Qiong woke him up with a kick from his toes and snatched away the snack box.

"Qiong, why did you take it all? Leave some for me."

"Humph."

She refused to communicate with You verbally, but when You was about to go to bed for the second time, she stuffed the snack box into his legs.

"The rest is for Yuu."

"Huh? You don't want to eat anymore?" You asked back.

The two met eyes, but separated immediately.

"...But you can't finish it in one go, right?" After saying that, Qiong took out a few more snacks and ate them in small bites.

What a meaningless and awkward behavior. Could it be that in my brother's heart, I am such a dishonest person?

Later, Yuya in the book sighed, "Well, she looks cuter in places like this."

Cute... I'm so unfrank, and you still think it's cute?

Thinking about it, I have done a lot of similar things since I entered puberty recently.

Eh eh eh?

So he always thought I was cute?!