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Ling Xiaolu felt that he didn't recognize a brother, but an uncle.

Sitting in the living room on the first floor, Mr. Ikuragi lazily raised his voice and ordered: "Ayanokōji Rie! The chocolate is gone!"

The new, hot, hard-working younger sister crawled out of the closet, carrying a pile of clothes to the stairs: "There is still a box in the suitcase, Mr. Shikuragi, can you take it yourself? Open it and go to the stairs." As you can see, it’s a blue box.”

Then he walked to the balcony with a pile of clothes with difficulty.

The master and the young master passed away early, the mistress was sick in a nursing home, and the only healthy eldest daughter ran around all year round—this small two-story detached house was empty of people throughout the year.

But Ayanokōji still insisted on hiring a cleaning lady, who would come over to clean up every once in a while, so generally speaking, it was still clean and tidy—but personal clothes and the like could not be taken care of.

Autumn has gradually entered recently, and Ayanokoji is going to pack up her mother's seasonal clothes and bring them to the nursing home tomorrow.

The black-haired girl was struggling to dry the heavy woolen coat on the hanger, when there was a loud noise like an explosion in the living room on the first floor—for a moment, it even gave Ayanokōji the illusion that she had returned to the office .

When Ayanokōji ran downstairs in a hurry, what he found were clothes and outing supplies scattered all over the floor.

Uncle Shigaraki was half lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, eating chocolate while looking into Ayanokōji's eyes, and said confidently: "Your suitcase is too difficult to open."

...Fine, fine, as long as you are happy.

The black-haired girl reluctantly temporarily put down the work of drying the clothes, and began to pack the scattered luggage for going out.

Although Bakugo is the most difficult subject of observation that Ayanokōji has encountered, but it is only about work. As the head of the family, Mr. Bakugo is very easy to talk about in the details of life—especially when compared with Mr. case.

The water is gone, the snacks are gone, the sofa is not soft enough, it's too hot... When Niigaragi said in a cold tone for the third time that the bento in the convenience store was terrible, Ayanokouji sighed for the sixth time that Bakugo was really too It's easy to raise.

"If you really can't eat any more," the black-haired girl asked in a negotiating tone, "shall I cook some noodles for you? But only plain noodles and eggs."

After all, it is a place where no one has lived for three or four months.

The man sitting cross-legged on the sofa with chopsticks was silent for a while, then nodded.

When resting at night, Ayanokōji cleaned up his younger brother's room.The silver-haired man looked around the bedroom full of young boys in disgust, and reluctantly accepted the assignment.

"That," Ling Xiaolu stood at the door of his brother's room with a can of juice in his arms, and asked cautiously, "Can you return my phone? Or send me a message?"

Shikuragi looked at the juice in the girl's arms, and pulled it out with one hand: "Come in."

Does that mean it's okay?Ayanokouji followed in fear.

The man sat down beside the sky-blue bed, pressed Ayanokoji's cell phone, and raised his chin to indicate that you can talk.

"First of all, to 'Yao' and 'Minister Xinsao' in the address book, the content of the message is 'arrive safely, don't read it', and add a sentence 'will bring special products' to Haruka's message." Ayanokoji sat on the small bench, Slowed down and said.

Shikuraki finished typing silently with his eyes down, then raised his eyes and glanced at the well-behaved Ayanokōji: "You'd better not play tricks."

The black-haired girl trembled, and continued to bite the bullet: "...Then, and then to 'Mr. Bohao'."

"Oh?" Shikuraki raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm... It's also 'Arrive safely, don't read it'," the black-haired girl thought for a while, and couldn't help continuing, "There is also 'There are double-skin milk and strawberry millefeuille in the refrigerator, and the pasta is on the second shelf of the cabinet. Layer, take care of Kageyama'... that's about it."

"I said," the man complained coldly while posting, "are you a nanny?"

Ah yes, I was discovered by you.Ayanokōji thought to herself: Over there I am just a helper, but here I am actually a babysitter, but I dare not say it in front of you, ha ha.

next morning.nursing home.

"Mr. Shigaraki, let me say it again," Ayanokōji turned around and emphasized to the man at the gate of the nursing home with his hands full of things and a bouquet of flowers in his arms, "My mother is very weak now, and her mental state is also very weak. Bad, you..."

"Don't make loud noises, gather crowds to make trouble, and sit at the door of the ward waiting for you for half an hour." Shigaraki interrupted Lingkouji's instructions impatiently, "How many times do you have to say it?"

The man looked a little bored and anxious.

Speaking of which, remember... Ayanokōji also knew that he couldn't provoke him anymore, so he hurriedly begged for peace: "Okay, I believe Mr. Shikuragi—then let's go in now, okay?"

Since the family broke up five or six years ago, Mrs. Ayanokōji, who was overly sad, fell into a state of weakness repeatedly.

Rie, who was underage at the time, was taken to the observation deck by Shinsou. This woman who lost everything was like a withered flower in a blink of an eye. She was kept in a pale sanatorium, relying on expensive instruments to struggle to maintain her rapidly losing life.

The modest savings of a family of four cannot afford the high medical expenses.Rie, who has not yet graduated from junior high school, chose the former between the salary and subsidies promised by the observatory and being with her mother.

Whether selfish or ruthless, only 14-year-old Rie Ayanokouji chose to do her best to keep her only relative.

"Mom, Rie is here." Ayanokōji slowly sat down on the chair beside the bed, and whispered to the pale woman on the bed, "I also brought lilies—look."

The girl put the small bouquet in the transparent glass beside the bed, so that the cute yellow stamens were facing the woman.

The woman in hospital clothes sitting in a daze on the bed seemed to have reacted to the word 'Lily', turned her head, looked at the black-haired girl for a while, and smiled slowly: "Rie, you are here... you Have you grown taller?"

"I'm almost 20 years old," I got a reply, and Ayanokoji's expression became a little more relaxed, "But this year I did grow a little taller—only one or two centimeters? Speaking of which, Mom, do you want to eat apples? I will Peel the rabbit apple!"

"That's amazing, Rie," the woman smiled gently, her eyes loving. "Then I'll trouble Rie."

The dead handle wooden hanging standing at the door smiled mockingly, and looked away indifferently from the transparent glass area on the door.

The woman on the hospital bed had black hair similar to Ayanokōji's. Although she was haggard, her temples were white, and her body under the hospital clothes was skinny, she could still roughly see the gentle beauty of her youth from the outline of her eyebrows and eyes.

The two mother and daughter who were leaning on the hospital bed and talking, were filled with similar but different tenderness, but the smiles on their lips were exactly the same—the quietness of the years—it was this kind of tranquility that made Shigaraki feel incomparable Satire.

Sarcastic and angry.

It was so boring.

Shikuraki silently doubted the meaning of his pursuit, and fumbled for the latest model that Ayanokouji was forced to deposit, wanting to slightly viciously invade the privacy of his sister who had a different life.

"Bang—crash!"

Before Unscrupulous Brother could press the screen lock, there was a loud sound of glass breaking in the ward.

Um?Shigaraki raised his head in amazement, and was shocked to find that the thin woman who was still deeply in love with her mother just now had a ferocious face, grabbing the black-haired girl's bangs with both hands and trying to hit the bedside table!

The man's expression turned cold, and he violently kicked open the door of the ward: "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Mr. Shigaraki! I'm fine! You go out first!" The black-haired girl tried hard to hug the mad mother, turning her head and begging, "Please! Please go out first! The nurse will be soon-uh..."

In the chaos, the thin woman grabbed the fruit knife that fell on the quilt, and slammed it into Ayanokouji's shoulder!

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes, stepped forward suddenly, raised his right hand, and pressed it on the forehead of the struggling woman——

On the other side, explode the mansion.

The hostess, dressed in home clothes, stretched out her hand, lovingly touched the head of the pot-headed boy, and looked at her son with a stinky face carrying things in satisfaction:

"Is this my daughter-in-law? It's so cute."

"...Smelly old woman, are you crazy?"

The author has something to say: Rie: I suffer and suffer over there, and your family is happy here╥﹏╥

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Athena guessed half right hahahaha the one who is about to meet her parents is Rie

Ah Liang guessed right, Rie's mother is sick, no one will hate Rie in this article

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And gentlemen, I climbed back from the wall of Tsutsugata-senpai!Today is also a healthy Kachui!

But ah, I just mentioned it like this, just a little bit... Do you feel that 45 episodes

The part where Mr. Mike speaks in a low voice is very handsome, right?

Is that the kind of mature male who deliberately lowers his voice, with contempt, suspicion and domineering intimidation in his tone? (????ω????)?

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PS Thank you 23333333 and Jinjiuge for mine?~('▽^people)

There is also the nutrient solution of the fox in the valley, and the nutrient solution of the 222 cute Mr. Chuya (Chuya is indeed invincible and cute, but I am a little cuter) (╯3╰)