[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

On the day before Christmas, the streets are full of romance.After I went to school to get the materials and came out, seeing that the weather was still clear and the sun was just right, I bought a cup of roasted milk and wandered around the street for a while.

Thousands of Christmas element songs in different languages ​​seem to weave a large blouse, covering the whole of Kyoto.The same style of bells formed a brainwashing cycle in my mind, which lasted for a long time.

It's rare for people like me to be alone on the street during such a festival, but for those men and women, men and women who are dating, I don't want to sweeten the day. At most, I think, Go to see the daily life of Tenen High School, listen to the noise of the wind, and half-price potato chips, and you will find how wonderful life is.

But I was thinking a little bit wrong.When it comes to holidays, there is no possibility of half price for potato chips.

It was already afternoon when I got home, and the leisurely servants were arranging a newly moved Christmas tree.This leisure and elegance made me sigh, the servants here in Kyoto are so cool, they can always produce something that can not only add to the fun of the mansion, but also amuse their boring time.Looking at the servants in Tokyo, the servants under the direct control of the stepfather are as rigid as wood carvings, and if they make a small mistake accidentally, they will tremble all over and scare themselves to death first.

Noble and wealthy mansions are also covered by these red, white and green elements without exception, as if a little heat from the bustle of the street extends here, but it is a pity that it stretches far, this breath is half cold and lukewarm, trying to let The big mansion is full of warmth.

I couldn't help sighing: But now there are only me and eight servants in this big mansion.There is warmth, but I'm afraid it can't be filled.

As for my elder brother, in such a festival, it is a great honor for him to be summoned to Tokyo again.

I went upstairs, entered the room, and threw the materials in my hand on the table.In the next moment, the whole person lay down on the bed and flipped through a comic book.In addition to the change of the environment, the attitude of this life seems to have returned to the way of living alone in the past.

"How do you want to spend Christmas?"

The words that Akashi asked me at the dinner table two days ago echoed in my ears.

At that time, I was eating creme brulee, and I was taken aback when I heard his question.

This is a question I never thought about.I blinked and said, "I've never had a festival like this before, I don't know."

"Then I'll take you shopping and watching a movie." After a moment's pause, he continued, "These are the things my brother should do."

Probably.But this plan forgets to rule out accidental factors.

Who would have known that when I was a little interested and looking forward to a festival for the first time, this unexpected factor happened to happen.

"I just wanted to go up and tell you that my father asked me to go to Tokyo again."

When I came downstairs this morning, I ran into him who was about to go upstairs. He saw me coming down as soon as he took a step up the steps, so he explained the matter to me.

Anyway, I also know how to prioritize things, so I naturally put my personal factors aside for the time being and let him go quickly.

Akashi's expression was not very good all the time. After hearing what I said, his eyebrows were still frowning. He said "um", put on his coat and went out with the deacon.

I just stood on the fifth step of the stairs and watched him leave. After he walked out of this door, I gradually felt the little bit of emptiness that I had abandoned.

At that moment, I really wanted to punch myself.I said to myself repeatedly in my heart: You are just a daughter who has fallen out of the family. It is a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes to be able to give you this kind of warmth. Can you still control him?

It seems that the harder you scold yourself in your heart, the more you can wake yourself up.But the more awake you are, the more painful your heart will be.Because the scolding wakes up not only my little emotions, but also the "crossing the line" that shouldn't be there.

I was reading comics on the bed until I was about to fall asleep. In the evening, Tachibana Hotaru-senpai and the others came to make an appointment, and I went with them to the izakaya.

Unlike the cozy scene outside, most people who come to the izakaya just want to indulge their emotions, so when they enter the door, there is a lot of noise.

Tachibana-senpai, Haruki Haruki, and Mr. Yukimura are all there.I glanced around and found that someone was missing, and only later did I find that our little Mr. Matsuoka hugged himself tightly and collapsed on the tatami, with an aggrieved look on his face that was about to cry.

"What's the matter Matsuoka-san?"

Sister Lihua frowned and said to me with an embarrassed smile: "Because I was harassed by a male customer today, he broke the customer's hand in a fit of anger. As a result... the customer did not pursue it, but the boss deducted his bonus... "

"I was harassed by a male guest..." I also frowned, gave Matsuoka a sympathetic look, then sneaked into Tachibana's ear, and asked quietly: "Then...that male guest, can you watch it? "

Lihua sighed and told me in a low voice, "Oh! He's just a wretched uncle!"

"Huh? Mr. Matsuoka is so pitiful?" After hearing this, my sympathy for Matsuoka grew stronger.Who made him have such an attractive face, but with a male body.

Lihua shook his head and said, "No, he was even more sad that he was deducted his bonus."

At this time, Matsuoka got up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and gave me a steady look, with a silly smile on his drunken face, he raised his glass and said, "Xiaoman is here! Come... quickly Come have a drink with me!"

Haruki frowned and glanced at him, and said, "He's still underage."

"Oh yes...you are underage..." Matsuoka said, he drank the glass of wine by himself, and his face became aggrieved again.

At this moment, Xuecuntou poured me a glass of drink.I said thank you, took a sip, and felt the tip of my tongue tingle.This carbonated drink has never been tried before.

I asked him, "What brand of drink is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Xuecun still curled up his sleeves, glanced at the foreign words on the bottle, shrugged and said, "The gift from a friend should be a fruit drink."

Fruit drink?There is a bit of apple flavor when drinking, but it still feels strange.

After arriving, Haruki picked up the bottle and looked at it, and suddenly said, "Damn, the alcohol content is [-]%! It's higher than Komatsu's wine!" Only then did I know that it was not a fruit drink at all, it was fruit wine .

I don't follow my father or my mother, I'm not as capable as them, and my drinking capacity is the opposite of theirs - it's not bad.Because the wine is not good, good wine and poor wine all look the same in my hand.I still remember when I held the thousands of pounds of wine at the banquet in Tokyo, I was at a loss and had to feed the fish.

Drinking two glasses of fruit wine will probably make you dizzy, but after drinking the whole bottle, you will feel dizzy.

The most affecting thing about alcohol is that it destroys your sanity, pulls out the things you want to hide, and releases the emotions you want to hide.

Afterwards, I almost didn't complain about social injustice with Matsuoka.Afterwards, Haruki and Mr. Yukimura drank too much, and they went to cry and feel aggrieved together. Only now did the izakaya have a more lively atmosphere.

I was slightly drunk, and I became less energetic. I answered the phone that rang in a daze. Even though I heard Akashi's voice, it made me feel like I was in a dream.

"elder brother……"

"……Where are you?"

His current calm is different from my current gaffe.The environment he is in now is also different from the environment I am in now.

He didn't even go to gatherings with his teammates before. I thought, even if it was only once, it would be impossible for him to indulge a little here with everyone like me.

"You're back... oh... not back... just called me... um, ok... I see..."

After I finished this string of conversations, I hung up the phone.When it rang again, I was not in the mood to answer it, so I handed it to Tachibana Hotaru who was still awake.

Feeling tired, he leaned on Tachibana's back.I didn't hear what Tachibana said to him, my temples were throbbing with my eyes closed.I don't know if it's because I can't drink alcohol by nature, my head hurts so much that tears flow out, and my chest is still terribly stuffy.

The emotional depression caused by this, it seems that another person is crying in a low voice, telling me something.

What is Akashi doing in Tokyo now?Are you attending another reception?Is there another young lady with elegant tastes beside you?

When I think of this, I feel extremely depressed.

I can't be a noble lady, I can't live a serious life, and I can't be dignified and elegant all the time.I'm not that kind of person in my bones.

I could say I fell asleep, mixed with tears.When he was half awake and half drunk, there was still a coldness that slid across his cheeks.

I vaguely felt someone stretching out his hand to caress my face, and gently wiping my tears with his thumb: "... Has she been drinking?"

Tachibana Hotaru's voice was obviously that of the most sober person: "It was Tachibana's mistake, and I thought it was a fruit drink, so I let her drink it."

I opened my eyes in a daze, looking at the vague appearance of the boy in the dark coat in front of me, "You are here..."

"Well, I'm back."

I took his hand, grabbed his fingers, frowned and said, "I think I did something wrong..." I don't know if it's me talking to him or talking to myself.

Akashi asked me, "What is it?"

"I'll tell you when I get home..."

He reached out to wipe away my tears: "Okay, we're going home."

After saying that, he immediately picked me up, thanked Tachibana-senpai and the others, and said goodbye.

After getting into the car, I simply fell asleep on top of him.

He sighed softly, stroked my hair and said, "What did you do wrong, you can tell me."

"I don't want to leave you...and I don't want you to leave me." Somehow, these words came out of my mouth.Drunken words, true words or nonsense, only when I know it, and I myself, after uttering these words, actually cried: "What doesn't belong to me...why appear...my Feeling out of bounds, foul..."

For a person like me, this may be the only time in my life that I get emotionally drunk.If I forget it the next day, then let it go, if I don’t forget it——I will pretend that I have completely forgotten it.

I have the right to think that I am committing crimes. As an older brother, Akashi has no choice but to tolerate me, and cooperate with me the next day and just forget about it.

And at this moment, I felt him hugging me into his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of my hair, holding me tightly with his hands, and his voice seemed to be quite brisk: "Okay, okay, don't cry."

Being embraced by him like this, I still felt quite warm, and I actually asked some questions more confidently: "Aren't you going to spend Christmas with that young lady..."

It's my fault that at this moment, I don't even have the impression of the young lady's name.She was also delirious, and only took what the young lady said in the magazine as facts.

"Who told you that I spent Christmas with some young lady?" Akashi almost didn't laugh out loud, and was quite surprised by my words.

I said, "Oh yeah...Christmas isn't here yet..."

He whispered softly: "Who else can I spend every festival with besides you, the eldest lady?"

"How do I know..." I just got curious, a bunch of celebrities whose names I can't remember, whoever picks out one of them must be top-notch.

"So what are you worried about?" He straightened my face, looked me in the eyes, and said, "I'm not a good son who listens to my father in everything. For some things, if I do well enough That's enough, there's no need to be good. No one can force me to do something I don't like."

I stared at his eyes, there were no lights in the car in the dark night, only the scattered light outside the car window could allow me to see these breathtaking eyes clearly.

He also looked at me fixedly, and after a while, he continued: "And what I like, no one can stop it."

The author has something to say: what? !Someone asked me if it was a double arrow? !I don’t know, guess it yourself ╮(╯_╰)╭