I am straight!

...Little brother...seems to be a little too dependent on me, perhaps, only by being separated can the little brother become more self-reliant.

In fact, before I was five years old, the atmosphere at home was very good, my mother was very gentle, she would hold my hand and teach me to play the violin, while my father, with his younger brother, played games in the garden... At that time, even Even the simplest scales make me extremely happy.

It just changed after I was five years old. My mother and father wanted to come back, so they started flying around the world and doing various performances.

In the beginning, they could often find time to come back to see us, but later on, they became more and more busy, and they could only get together for less than a month a year. Originally, there was a nanny at home, but later the nanny found out that her salary was not as scheduled. When the money was transferred to the account, I resigned with all the remaining living expenses.

At that time, my younger brother and I had no money or food, so we had to rely on the help of our neighbors and the kind security guards in the community to survive for more than a month.

When my parents came back later, I simply asked them for money and let my younger brother take care of me. I worked hard to learn to take care of my younger brother—but I didn’t expect that I was really talented in housework. I followed the new nanny for more than three days Since then, I have dismissed the nanny, and then I am the only one who handles major and minor matters at home. Now that I think about it, I feel uneasy. How can parents rest assured of two children under the age of nine? The two live alone...

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t see his parents very often, and the younger brother has almost no feelings for them. When he was a child, he even called his parents uncle and aunt to the parents he hadn’t met in a few months, but he refused to talk about his parents—no matter what I said. Coaxing him, even the parents shed tears sadly, saying sorry to us.

...in fact, it is not without resentment.

Our parents are always absent at every parent meeting; every time a new student registers, the two of us are dragging our own luggage; On my next birthday, it was just the two of us singing Happy Birthday around a bowl of longevity noodles; every time I fell asleep, I was the only one who told my little brother a bedtime story and hummed a lullaby...

It's just that when my parents shed tears, my heart softened, and I thought: After all, it's my parents... Then I tried my best to smile and greet them and say welcome home.

In fact, I don't know if it can be considered a home.

Although it is for me and my younger brother, is it just a temporary foothold for my parents?

Anyway, probably because of growing up in this environment, my little brother relies on me a little too much.

After all, how could it be possible for a brother from an ordinary family to object to his elder brother falling in love, and even scared the little girl to tears—damn it, she was the first little girl to confess to me...

I sighed, wondering whether to call my younger brother, and continued to watch Ann eat.

Ann just finished eating the last bite of rice and put down the finished rice bowl.

I looked at the two people next to me, and they finished eating too.

I glanced back and forth and saw that none of the three of them wanted to move, so I could only sigh and stand up to clean up the dishes.

"Well, today is me, then tomorrow will be Elliot, the day after tomorrow will be Claude, and the day after tomorrow will be Ann."

Everyone pretended not to hear.

"...If I don't wash it, I'll make a table full of bitter gourds."

...As expected, I saw disgusted expressions on the faces of the three of them.

Sure enough, I hate bitter melon like a child, these young masters.

I had just put the dishes in the sink when I heard the doorbell.

I wiped the water on my body casually, and went to the living room to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bell with a guilty face.

"Yes... sorry... I, I'm late..."

The first thing he said was an apology, his small body shrank and trembled, and his fingers holding the umbrella were so hard that they turned white.

"It's raining?" I ignored his apology, and quickly pulled Bell in: "When did it rain? I'm sorry I didn't notice. If you see it raining, just call me and say no." How is it? Are you uncomfortable?"

He was covered in moisture, his complexion was not very good, he didn't know if he had caught cold, his clothes were almost soaked, and the whole city was muddy.

...Maybe he didn't fall into a puddle?

I hurriedly dragged him to my room, ignoring other people's surprised gazes, found out my underwear and pajamas and handed them to him: "Sorry, I only have one set of pajamas, but I haven't worn underwear, you change them first."

He took the pajamas obediently, he didn't know if it was uncomfortable or shy, his cheeks were a little red, and he hurried to the bathroom.

"There are new towels in the bathroom, that blue one, you can use that one!" I finished shouting, and then I was slow to react and remembered that my quilt was still hanging outside—and hurried to the yard , found that his quilt had been taken back and placed on the wicker chair under the eaves.

I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged the quilt in my arms, and then I had time to look at the sudden heavy rain.

Really, it was sunny in the afternoon, but it started to rain in the evening.

The rain was really heavy, and the sky had turned dark black, as if a big hole had been torn apart, so the rain poured out. The flowers, plants and trees in the yard were bent by the raindrops, and even the water in the pool Koi also dived to the bottom of the pond to avoid raindrops.

It must have been hard work to come here in such heavy rain... Bell, this child, why is he so careless.

I sighed, went to the kitchen to heat up the meal, and cooked a pot of ginger soup by the way.

A lot of sugar was deliberately added to the soup, for fear that Bell would dislike spicy food.

Elliot also came to ask for a cup with a calm face - his face turned rosy a few minutes after finishing the drink.

Ann doesn't like the taste of ginger very much, and Claude is not interested, so I didn't let them taste it - after all, they will get hot all over after drinking it.

After Bell took a shower, I handed him the bowl, then found a dry towel from the box to help him wipe his wet hair.Of course he was shy and said no at first, but he couldn't resist me, so he had to sit down and let me play with his hair at will.

Bell was a good boy, he was not picky about his food, he sipped his mouth, his cheeks were a little bloody, but his brows were tightly frowned, probably because he didn't like the taste of ginger soup.

"How about the roommates in the dormitory? Do you know each other?"

"Well... it's Djeru and the others... You, do you remember? It's... Djeru Modhan..."

"Remember, it's the one who often bullies you." He also tried to bully An, but was scared away by An.

I remembered that he was actually not ugly, a proud boy who was always surrounded by a group of people.

"What else? Who is your immediate senior?"

"Yes, it's the two seniors I met on the carriage..."

"……Hey?"

"That's right, Senior Morris, and Senior Nasser..."

"...Is that guy and Senior Nasser?"

"Senior Morris is actually a very nice person, but, just..."

"...I know, it's just a little perverted, right?"

"..."

"Phew, it would be great if only Senior Nasser shared the dorm with you."

Senior Nasser, he looks very reliable at first glance.

I remembered how he obviously didn't like sweets, but he still held back his disgust and took the candy from my palm with trembling hands.

Ah, what a strict, serious and good man...

The author has something to say: "I also have a younger brother, but he is stupid, stupid, and always being bullied, which makes me worry about him day and night. I want to help him drive away the bad kids who bully him, but I worry His self-esteem was the first, he wanted to help him apply medicine and knead the wound, but he was worried that it would make him more painful...'——This is the impression that He Xian has of his younger brother. The guy, his impression of his younger brother will always stay before the age of five... His younger brother is not stupid at all, He Xian is just blinded by his brother-loving habit.

Then...'Senior Nasser, you are such a strict, strict and serious good man'—you don't know the chord again. In fact, Curd is really a good man, gentle and kind, and he will not reject others. Although he likes sweets and Lovely thing, but that doesn't stop him from being a good guy...he's just that way, born, there's nothing he can do about it.

So…………… I’m here to update… Cough, everyone, how are you…

So if there are options in this chapter, then there will be two options.

First give Bell the change of pajamas and go to the yard to collect the quilt

If you choose the second one, oh, then congratulations, you can see Claude trying to help the protagonist put the quilt, and then Claude will blush and frowned, and will be laughed at by the protagonist, and then there will be a little warmth, get a Zhang Hexian and Claude put the quilt together, and as a result, Claude fell into the pond, and the cg who looked at the red koi—if you are not going to attack this guy, then please choose the previous option.

If you accidentally miss this option, you can wait until the next day after the rain is over, and go to the yard to dry your clothes, and you can still get this cg...

……………What should I do, I suddenly feel that this game is very cute... Oh oh, it would be great if I could make games... I definitely want to make a game... But, why am I such a loser that I can’t draw? Yes, even playing games... (Nei Niu is full of faces)

30. Feathering (inverted v)...

Bell's hair is of good quality, soft and fluffy, and because it has just been washed, it still feels a little damp to the touch, and it feels warm and comfortable in the palm of your hand.

Couldn't help rubbing it a few more times, Bell looked at me timidly with some grievances.

After drinking the ginger soup, his face turned red, like a ripe apple, making one want to take a bite.

really cute