Win Wayne

"I thought your attitude would be a little more intense." Wendy said.

Her shadow is reflected in the mirror, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

But Wen didn't care much about the truth.She thinks she has three greatest strengths: she can see through, she can think openly, she knows when to hide and when to be honest, and these three strengths are enough for her to deal with all the problems she encounters.

Isn't the game fake too?She didn't feel unhappy playing games just because the games were fake.

"I quite like this room. Apart from being too spacious, the layout is very reasonable." Wen said, "The distance between the bed and the small balcony is just right. When the window is open, you can see the scenery outside, but you won't be caught by the window." The desk is near the corner of the wall, even if I open the door, it can guarantee the privacy when I sit there, but it is not so that I will not notice the movement at the door. Even the dressing table, which I don’t use at all It’s not a flop either – I don’t wear makeup, but I still have a little lotion and I use it when I brush my hair.”

Wendy said lightly: "Alfred has always been considerate."

"You never mentioned the housekeeper. I think he played the role of grandfather to a certain extent, right?" Wen Rao said with interest, "Or is he really just a housekeeper?"

"He did play the role of grandpa, but he is a grandpa who dotes on his son very much and will persuade his grandchildren not to care too much about their father." Wendy said, "And he is an Englishman—"

"Oh," said blandly, "the Englishman who doesn't show emotion."

Wen raised his legs and turned around on the chair, from facing the vanity mirror to facing the room: "I don't want to live here."

"Because it's exactly the same as my room?"

"I wanted to say it a long time ago, you don't have to act so full of thorns." Wen looked at the room, "Of course I am different from you, but I don't remember drawing a line with you. I don't like your character, you Your style of doing things and your... well, basically, I don't like everything about you."

Wendy smiled.

"But we're very different and extremely similar," Wen said, "which means I'll never be able to really hate you that much, forever and ever."

"That's it." Wendy sighed and said, "You will always be like this. Slapping and giving a sweet date is our consistent style, but the difference is that I slap people uncontrollably and then give a sweet date to make up for it." Jujube, and you are..."

"I'm just telling the truth." Wen said helplessly, "You are deliberately hurting others."

"That's it," Wendy replied, "I've always thought, if my name wasn't Wayne, people would think I was a spoiled girl so put up with my meanness, if I wasn't so smart and pretty, people would think I wasn't Maybe I'm perfect so there must be character flaws, so what else is there to like about me?"

"Is that why you hate taking pills and being 'normal'?" Wen said.

"...Yes." Wendy said, "I can't lose my advantage."

"You're so boring." Wen couldn't understand why someone would think about these questions that couldn't be answered. "This kind of thinking can be completely replaced. If you were not your father's daughter, would he still love you? If you were born Can you be happy in an ordinary family?"

"No. Can't." Wendy said.

"I'm not asking, you've already had a sister, you already exist, all questions about 'existence' can stop here, unless you plan to become a philosopher, otherwise this kind of question will do no harm except to make you angry profit."

Wendy said, "I hate your natural optimism."

"I hate your inexplicable pessimism," Wen said.

Wendy said, "I hate how easy it is for you to get answers that I can't get."

"I hate it when you're always asking for trouble from angles I don't understand," Wen said.

Wendy said, "I hate it when you're so good at something I can't."

"I hate it when you turn all one plus one equals two into why one plus one equals two," Wen said.

Wendy said, "I hate how generous and kind you are to me."

Wen paused for a moment: "You really know what it means to slap and then give a sweet date."

Wendy said, "I hate it when you try to find the laughable parts of a tragedy as best you can."

"I don't even see tragedy in your eyes as tragedy," Wen said.

Wendy said: "I hate that you are indispensable in my life."

Wen said, "Actually, you like me very much."

Wendy said, "I hate that you never liked me."

"...Actually, it's not to the point of 'dislike'. You are a bit like an old-fashioned mother, or an overly controlling sister, or a willful sister." Wen said, "It's just a simple disagreement between us. You're not a bad person, so you won't make me hate you."

"If we weren't in the same body like this," Wendy said, "you wouldn't have given me the chance to show my 'I'm not bad'."

"..."

Damn it, Wen thought, she hit the spot.

"Even if you find that I'm not a bad person, my shortcomings will make it impossible for you to like me at all." Wendy said, "You just—you just accept my existence. You just try to understand me, and then comfort me Me, you actually don't agree with me at all."

"..."

Damn it, Wen thought, there was never a single time when this guy wasn't difficult for her.

Just relying on Wendy's difficulty level, she would not think that Wendy's existence was an illusion, because in the illusion, she had never seen such a difficult object that made her feel helpless.

"Now you're starting to think I'm annoying you," Wendy continued. "Our conversations always end up like this, I think you don't understand me, and you find me annoying."

"...Do you have to tear everything apart and come to such skeptical conclusions?"

"Yes." Wendy said, "This is me, this is me."

"Never change?"

"I can't change that."

"The core is actually not who you are, but that you can't accept who you are." Wen shrugged, "Skeptics also have the charm of skeptics, and the fact that most people don't accept it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't accept it." Accept. In my opinion, you just can’t accept yourself, and therefore you can’t accept everyone who can accept you.”

"..."

Wendy's expression was gloomy.

"We've been here too long, do you have anything else to say before I go downstairs?"

"Don't deliberately hurt the Wayne family in this world." Wendy said, "They are... innocent."

Wen dissatisfied: "I didn't hurt them on purpose, okay? It's just that they are as incomprehensible as your family, and I'm just telling the truth."

"The truth hurts enough."

"Then what I said is not anger, but they asked for it." Wen replied with her characteristic calmness and coldness, "You want them to have special treatment?"

"..."

"It seems that we have reached a consensus." Wen said happily, "I will not vent my anger, but I will not give them any special treatment."

"You make me feel like you're venting your anger."

Wen said quite gently: "Don't be like this sister, you know, if I vent my anger, I won't behave so calmly. I will give everyone a splitting headache in 3 minutes, after all, I don't like to pretend. "

While agreeing, Wendy still felt uneasy: "...It's scary enough for you to tell the truth without pretending, Wen, the conversation atmosphere in our house really isn't what it was when you spoke."

"What kind?" Wen pretended not to know.

"Terrible frankness." Wendy bit her lower lip and said, "Terrible frankness. You talk like you're forcing them to get naked in front of you."

"It's as if I'm not being honest when I speak." Wen dismissed it, "What? I'm already naked, so I'm not qualified enough to ask them to be naked?"

"It's scary, and you might get a terrible answer." Wendy murmured, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you, but we have to—we have to do as the Romans do, right? We always give priority to the master's wishes." Bar?"

"Let me remind you, our identity in this family is 'daughter' rather than guests. Biological, blood-related, absolutely irrefutable 'daughter'. Whether we are or not, in their cognition We are." Wen reminded, "How pathetic are you trying to make the situation?"

"I'm scared."

"overcome."

"I am anxious."

"endure."

"I am very nervous."

"Just pretend it doesn't happen, since you've always been good at pretending like that." Wen said, "Or you come? I can really get out, after all, these things have nothing to do with me. It's not like I don't have my own parents."

"Surging them, scolding them, sarcasm them, making them desperate to the point of pain—whatever you want to do," Wendy immediately turned her face, "Don't let me do it, I can't, I can't do it."

"...You've grown too fast!"

Wendy said, "Sorry, but they're not my family."

This kind of style that looks kind but is hypocritical when you think about it carefully is really too Wendy, Wen reluctantly turned over and sat facing the makeup mirror, and took a closer look at himself in the mirror.

That's it, she thought, there's nothing to change.

Wen went downstairs holding on to the handrail.

As expected, the whole family sat neatly in the living room. Taking advantage of his height, Wen took a closer look at Tim and Damian, who she hadn't seen before.

Tim was a neat and good-looking little boy, and Damian couldn't tell from his appearance alone that he was unpleasant.They are all very pleasing boys in appearance and dress, and even the baby fat on Damian's cheeks still reveals an irresistible cuteness——

But his character is anything but likable.

He noticed Wen's eyes. He looked at Wen coldly and turned his head away. Wen didn't understand how Damian could turn looking up at her into looking down when she was upstairs. her.

This stinky brother's eyes are too sick.

Damn he is so sick!

She wasn't often angry, but Damian abruptly aroused the anger in her heart with a look of contempt.Wen was so angry that he wanted to go down and beat Damian violently, but he intuitively knew that he might not be able to beat Damian in his current state.

This is very, very suffocating.

Is there only one way for her to sue?

But complaining seems to be of no use!How old is the stinky brother, what else can he do?

Wen walked down the stairs slowly, thinking all the way how to upset Damian, a stinky brother.

In the end she came to the conclusion: just ignore Damian, he wasn't worth the effort.

Smelly brother, from now on, you are a transparent person in the eyes of my sister.