Love must be after the favorability reaches 99

I was sweating profusely.

Uesugi Yui smiled brightly: "Speaking of which, Shin's reaction itself is very suspicious. Why did he have to take a bath before hugging his lovely sister when he suddenly stayed out all night?"

"No, I think it's just that a person would take a shower. Doesn't this just prove that I slept outside last night and didn't go to the room to rest with my pretty sister?"

Uesugi Shin held her head, forced her to think differently, and then rubbed it twice to prevent her from thinking deeply.

Forgive me, this is the last time, I am so stupid.

Uesugi Nobu sat slumped in front of the square low table. It didn't matter whether the fried dough sticks and soy milk were authentic or not. He felt quite appetizing just by looking at the rich and delicately foamed soy milk. Then he took a bite of the golden and crispy fried dough sticks. The whole mouth was filled with the rich and almost greasy grease. It was a six-point breakfast experience, but this place was not like the streets and alleys where there were hometown specialty breakfasts everywhere. Sometimes when you are greedy, it is too troublesome to want to eat anything.

Drink two bowls of motherwort soup in a few days?

Pork kidney, pork liver, pork tendon, and a handful of crushed peanuts make a delicious breakfast.

"Xin, have you finally reached the age where you can stop looking at pornographic pictures and start fantasizing about real girls?" Uesugi Yui rubbed his hands, feeling that there was great potential for this.

People must have confidence! When you are thirteen or fourteen, you must firmly believe that the charm of the green buds in your teens is unmatched. When you are sixteen, you must believe that your beautiful face is youthful, energetic, sweet and invincible. When you are in your twenties, you are even more beautiful. Anyway, I am the most beautiful at every age, and you are not allowed to refute!

Flat chest?

Haven't you heard the saying? If a girl can see her toes when she lowers her head, she is already the most beautiful girl in the world. I said it!

Uesugi Shin rolled his eyes at her: "Want to make dirty jokes about your brother?"

"Hmm... I believe you really can't speak at all."

Uesugi Wei took a bite of the fried dough stick, chewing it while pondering Uesugi Shin's movements and listening to him complaining about the news. At the end, she realized that his phone was lost outside, so she asked him what happened last night.

"I was helped a lot by a girl."

After this, Uesugi Wei fell into silence for the first time. Two different logics collided in her mind. One was that her brother seemed to be very interested in the girl. Could it be that he was attracted by her beauty after being rescued by a beautiful woman? The second was that she was very clear about right and wrong. This matter could be simply classified as someone helping Uesugi Nobu, and she had to thank him.

When these two pieces of logic came together, they almost burned out her CPU.

She, she definitely hates the thieving cat that approaches Xin, there is no doubt about it!

But attacking without distinguishing between friend and foe seems unreasonable. Of course, she has good intentions. When she encounters something happy, she will share it with her enthusiastic netizens. When she is helped, she will thank them politely. If others really help her, I believe...

Never mind! It's so annoying!

The person who is competing with her for her brother doesn’t need to care so much!

Skip it by default. If you don’t talk about this with Xin, she won’t seem unreasonable or unreasonable. She is a super cute sister and none of these messy labels can touch her!

I write a light novel about sister control, so how can I not know what kind of sister is cuter?

The TV was firmly placed in the solid wood furniture. The news anchor was wearing a suit and the news was scrolling below. Uesugi Nobuo stared at the news with interest for a long time. As far as today's Dongxue City news was concerned, two food companies were directly affected and a batch of new livelihood issues were revealed, which were discussed very hotly.

This made him want to open his phone to check if the hot search was about gossip about some celebrity.

"The explosion at Tsubaki Otome's apartment..."

Oh? Finally saw a familiar word mixed in the daily news.

Two guys wearing glasses and smiling shyly were interviewed by reporters in front of the camera. They said that they were woken up in the middle of the night and were scared to death, only to find that the electric bike in the front yard had caught fire and exploded. They seriously condemned the many problems with the apartment property, and talked about how rumors on the Internet should not be trusted. They still called on everyone to believe in science and not be led astray by others.

The camera swept over with a click, and the focus was on several unrecognizable electric vehicles leaning against the wall.

The language of the lens highlights a profession.

Uesugi Yui watched the film with Uesugi Shin and at first she would comment with him, but as she watched she found that Uesugi Shin was already looking sleepy. He held up his chin with one hand and his eyelids drooped as if he had just sat through an all-night long lecture on complicated theory for twenty minutes at eight in the morning. She gradually became silent, and only when Uesugi Shin fell asleep on the coffee table did she slowly get off the wheelchair and put her coat on Uesugi Shin's shoulders.

"Are you very tired..." she muttered softly, and parted the hair beside her ear, tilted her head to try to secretly look at Uesugi Shin's face, but found that Uesugi Shin's sleeping position was face down with his wrists. She didn't know whether he slept comfortably or not, but his hands would definitely be numb when he woke up later.

So distressed.

If only she was really an angel who persuaded people to be good, she would have protected Xin forever.

He took out his cell phone, and with a click, the flash light suddenly flashed. He found a suitable position among the twenty-four "Xin's photo albums!", edited the photo with "silly and cute sleeping posture", and put it in.

She lay on her back again, holding up her cell phone. She suddenly felt a different kind of fear. In the past, she was always afraid that Xin would be in danger, but now, in addition to danger, there were other things approaching quietly and trying to destroy her life.

That little boy girl before... Hmm, apart from being funny, he didn't seem to be very threatening. How could Xin become Nantong?

What really made her uneasy was that Xin suddenly brought it up today. He clearly never talked about topics like his girlfriend before!

He just asked today, I dare not even think about what he will dare to do next month!

"No, this is too passive..."

"Let me check how the seniors handled the complicated sibling relationships..."

"Kyou! Kotori! Sagiri! Miyuki! Kobato! Kirino... Gu, forget about it. I'll be sad if you're too mean to Shin. And if we start a cold war and Shin runs away, I can only cry on his pillow. Meow!"

But after searching for a long time, she always felt that something was missing. The love stories of her predecessors were heroic, sad, and cheerful. However, when she carefully examined the emotional lines of her predecessors and looked at them from the perspective of a light novel writer, she immediately understood where she was lacking.

I am the approaching storm: [I seem to have hit a plot bottleneck recently. 】

Xiaoju, don't run around: [Oh? Isn't senior sister's novel going well? ]

As the saying goes, leaving aside the practical operations, her theories are like an old sow putting on a bra, one set after another.

What? Brother and sister can't interact anymore?

Quickly arrange the coincidences. You two should go for a walk on the street right away, find some plot to highlight your sister's cuteness and buy her a souvenir, and bring in some other supporting characters to serve as green leaves to set off the flowers for your sister. I especially allow the pitiful childhood sweetheart, the loser from heaven, the tsundere loli, and the transfer devil to appear, so that they can play the role of tools in the plot!

But, Mr. Fengbao, the great writer of light novels about sister-con love, has never been in a relationship and doesn’t even go out.

[I have read many works of my predecessors and finally realized one thing: the lord brother still needs a special transformation! ]

【Um? 】

[His arrogant and stubborn attitude has seriously affected the advancement of the plot! The advancement of the sister line cannot be supported by the sister alone. Something must happen to let the brother participate in the advancement of the plot! Only a two-way emotional line has a future, otherwise the brother will soon be taken away by other thieving cats! ]

Yuzuru Amamiya was walking on the way to school with one hand in his pocket and his bangs lifted, looking like a typical tomboy.

The girl showed an interested expression: [So, Senior, you are finally going to give up the daily routine and push the relationship line? ]

[What do you mean by daily life? If not daily life, what else can a love story be about…]

Then there was some career line, some stock trading article, and how compared to the awkward chats, I was already being very conscientious by advancing the plot while doing my daily life, and Yuzuru Amamiya showed a hint of smile.

[Anyway, let's get back to the point - do you know? For example, Shidou's change in his attitude towards Kotori, Yuu's change in his attitude towards Kyon, both protagonists treated their sisters as ordinary sisters in the early stage, but how can a brother no longer regard his sister as a pure sister? ]

The answer, of course, is sex.

[Gender is divided into male and female. Desire is an innate instinct of human beings. The concept of sex is definitely one of the most deeply rooted things in human concepts. When seeing sexual hints or explicit indications, human instincts will be agitated, and the idea of ​​"I have a sexual fantasy with someone" will sprout in my mind. Even if this idea disappears, it will leave a shadow. 】

[Do you understand? No matter how pure the family relationship is, as long as there is a little bit of sex-related plot, the plot will naturally move like a rolling stone. Kotori's kiss is a hint. How can a brother who kissed his sister deeply still regard his sister as a pure sister? Qiong's QQ space is the essence. One hit can break through Yu's ordinary daily life. What sister? That is a girl who loves you unrequitedly and will use you as a side dish of her sexual fantasy to release water magic! What are you deceiving yourself about? ]

Huh?! You're telling me this? I'm still on the street!

Yuzuru Amamiya subconsciously looked around and found that no one on the road was paying attention to her, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

[…Senior, you are so unrestrained. ]

At the same time, I feel:

[Senior sister, you seem to be very experienced, and you have a very delicate control over love and emotional lines. ]

He must be a love guru who has had profound emotional experiences, right?

It's really amazing, that's why she thinks the senior is an interesting person.

[But the plot will become very bad if it is related to sex, right? There is a sense of urgency that leaves no room for maneuver. It is said that the emotional line is profound and moving, but in fact it is forcing the brother to make a choice, right? If you are not careful, it will turn into an abstract plot where the sister jumps into the lake and the brother follows her to commit suicide. ]

[Besides, the whole plot seems to be very coherent, but it would be very depressing if it were put into a novel. The psychological description of the brother might turn into a disaster scene of emotional tearing, which is not in line with the style of your book. It will collapse, and readers will send you knives.]

When she typed this, Yuzuru Amamiya stopped thinking. She inexplicably felt like she was this senior's editor. Sometimes, in order to read an interesting novel, she had to stop her senior's wandering thoughts at the critical moment.

[Senior, you have to think seriously, because from what we can see so far, these are all romantic comedies based on misunderstandings and fun, so the introduction of the love element must be taken seriously. In fact, if you carefully examine many works about girls, you will find that everyone's discussion of love is just a little bit, and instead they will support the plots of other characters and talk about stories about careers or studies instead.]

[It's not that I don't want to explore it, but if I explore it in depth, it will trigger moral, ethical, and social factors. In-depth exploration will give people a terrible premonition that blood will flow like a river. To maintain a happy and lively daily life, I can only pretend that nothing has happened, downplay the details of this aspect, give the brother and sister a reason to like each other, and focus on writing a sweet story. ]

[So I should try to be a little pure, right?... I'm also deeply conflicted about this, meow. ]

Therefore, the experience of our predecessors is to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. If they were to replicate the experience, the sister line would probably die out.

Like I told you, confession is the finishing move, not the starting move.

Who taught you to confess without any preparation?

This is even more true for sex. Excluding special groups of people who are exposed to the elements, this thing is a sure-fire finishing move in young love. Instead of considering the emotional development of both parties, it tries to advance the story with radical H events...hiss, pure love above all else, this is such a blasphemy!

Uesugi Yui slowly tapped his lips twice, tilted his head slightly, curled his light chestnut hair, stared with his pupils, and looked slightly absent-minded.

Well, let me ask a question.

Where is the softest part of a girl's body?

……

The moonlight is like a silver thread, hanging high in the lonely sky.

In the quiet night, Uesugi Nobuyuki left home, with one hand in his pocket and a plastic bag in the other, walking alone on the night road.

The cell phone in his pocket was new, and he had to ask for leave from the convenience store. He bought a lunch box and walked forward with it in his hand until he reached a deserted place. He then hung Brother Dao around his waist. There was no special belt, but Brother Dao would stick to his waist very well.

"Now, go meet your old partner, Brother Dao."

Walking along the sidewalk, Uesugi Nobuyuki came all the way under the overpass.

Here, he met Kazuki Yumeno.

Chapter 059 His beloved youth

The lanterns are on.

A warm yellow glow appeared under the overpass, contrasting with the lights of the cars passing by above.

Uesugi Nobuyuki accidentally stepped on a can while walking by. The streets of Japan may look clean from the main road, but the quality of the streets is not much better than that of his hometown when you go deeper into the alleys.

This stems from the law that prohibits littering. Since the generation of road garbage is curbed at the source, there is no need for sanitation workers to sweep the streets. The job of the sanitation workers here is to load the sorted garbage bags into trucks and take them away for disposal. Since the road is clean and tidy and everyone abides by the rules and throws the garbage home or on the station platform, there is no need for trash cans on the streets.

Perfect, there is less and less garbage, so there is more and more garbage, highlighting the cleaner it is, the dirtier it is.

As the saying goes, if you are suppressed for too long, you will inevitably become abnormal. When there are many people around, you will abide by the rules. When there are few or no people, you will let yourself go. The fewer foreign tourists a place has, the dirtier it is. The less visible a place is, the dirtier it is. The feeling of being able to let yourself go without having to pretend is deeply loved by the Japanese people.

Not to mention that there are homeless vagrants and drunkards in the slums, under the overpasses, in the parks, and on the bright and colorful streets. If you want to be clean, you have to ask the guests and the drunkards' churning stomachs whether they agree.

Occasionally, Uesugi Nobuyuki would see bored retired elderly people wearing volunteer vests picking up trash on the streets. There were also many young volunteer organizations that spontaneously went to pick up trash, which reminded him of the ultimate torture of serving as free labor.

Alas, I can do the duty, but can you please not drag me up to sweep the streets and have a reporter come to my face to interview me and ask me to say that labor is glorious?

My buddy’s face almost froze from laughing that time!

rustle--

Uesugi Nobuyuki stood under the overpass and put down the lunch box he had bought. In front of him sat a homeless man. He didn't look down on him and put down a bottle of pineapple beer for him and opened one for himself. He didn't take the rule that minors were not allowed to drink alcohol seriously. He would definitely not let Xiao Wei drink if she wanted to, but he drank secretly behind Xiao Wei's back and Xiao Wei couldn't do anything about it.

"Yumeno Ikki."

When the name was mentioned, the man raised his head, revealing a middle-aged face with stubble.

Very embarrassed.

Uesugi Nobuyuki carefully examined the man in front of him, and felt an inexplicable sour feeling at the corner of his mouth. The life portrait of Yumeno Ikki flashed through his mind one after another: a hedgehog-headed boy, a middle-aged office worker, a night killer, but the final ending was this tragic scene that seemed to be burned out.

He is in his early forties.

The despair and anger from seven years ago swept in like a raging wave. His love for his wife ignited him, and when it burned out, only the ashes of his confession to his beloved wife remained in the wind.

Does he still love his wife?

Of course he still loves her. Uesugi Shin even feels that if he hands the sword to Yumeno Ikki now, Yumeno Ikki can still draw out the night sword smoothly and without hindrance. The sword never dislikes the host of pure love, it only dislikes the host whose love is not passionate or deep enough.

But it was impossible for Yumeno Kazuki to draw his sword. The oath he made to the night had ended. He left Yato, and Yato also left him.

Everyone has his own beliefs that he must stick to. Yumeno Kazuki's self-salvation has ended, and his self-destruction has also ended. What Yumeno Kazuki really prayed for was probably to sit in meditation in front of his wife's grave, but things don't always go as planned. His heart has disappeared with his wife's departure, but his body is still alive.

Yumeno Kazuki was imprisoned with life imprisonment. He was interrogated again and again about the whereabouts of Yato in prison, but he remained silent throughout the whole process. After he was released from prison, he saw Yato hanging on the wall at home, but he only took a glance at it and regarded it as something that did not exist.

"Want to have a drink together, hero?"

"I'm not a hero." Yumeno Kazuki never considered himself a hero.

"Why aren't you an uncle? In your wife's eyes, you must be. Okay, I'll have a drink with you."

Uesugi Nobuyuki sat down on the ground and looked at Yumeno Ikki's eyes. They were indigo blue, similar to the pupil color of Yumeno Chiharu, but his father-in-law's eyes were much dimmer and had no spirit.

He confirmed once again that the man in front of him was just a handful of embers. After he was released from prison, he could kneel down and beg for forgiveness from his daughter, but he did not dare to face his daughter's invitation for even a dinner after everything collapsed.

But that's okay. No one stipulates that people must be as strong as steel. People will call those who are knocked down by life and stand up again and again as true courage or warriors, but not everyone has courage. As shown in "Manchester by the Sea", memories regress and flash back in the line of time, but they cannot stop time or calm the pain.

Some people suddenly die one day. They live mechanically and numbly day after day, pretending that they are still alive. To them, the past is not like smoke, and the pain follows them like a shadow. They ruthlessly exile themselves, isolate their souls on an isolated island in the sky, and can never let go.

"Still smoking?"