The Collection of The End

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After I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the snow-white ceiling.

No, that's a plaster ceiling.

Stupid, very difficult to clean, embossed wall lines, recessed patios, and a total of six ceiling lights that need to be switched on and off three times to completely turn on or off.

I turned my head, and then I saw the goose yellow wallpaper, which had a relatively abstract and invisible flower pattern.

Then came the lovely wall lamp with double umbrella shape and bright blue coat rack.

And the relaxed bear staring at me with a fool look.

"Great disrespect!" I punched it in the bear's face and flew it out of the bed.

Hell, who came up with the idea of ​​standing a huge doll on the bedside table and staring at it, making it impossible for people to wake up once and wake up so easily?

Well, it seems to be me.

I looked at the Dalmatian pattern on the sleeve, sighed, lifted the quilt out of bed, kicked and pulled the slippers around in the bedroom.

A cream-white wardrobe, many books are just decorative desks, a slightly messy dressing table, a half-dead green lollipop, and curtains with red, yellow, and blue dot patterns.

It is roughly the same as in my own memory, but there are subtle differences. It seems that what psychologists say "people will subconsciously beautify their memories" is correct.

Um-I pulled the curtain.

Outside the window is a lake-like walkway made of crushed stones, and the property has been struggling to clean up, but it has never looked like a clean artificial lake.

As I opened the curtains, a damp breath came.

I missed covering my face after two seconds-"Last night" I forgot to close the window.

"Stupid system?"

"Fu Fu?"

"Gluttonous?"

After initially adapting to the environment, I was going to discuss with the stupid system how to strip the unlucky doomsday element from here, but after trying a few times, I found that the stupid system did not respond at all.

Is this guy dead again? Will a few pieces of cake also eat?

"In the morning, what are you arguing about? Someone might think we have a crazy girl at home." Mom pushed the door and walked in.

"..."

I looked at the familiar white shirt, brown vest, black trousers, gold-colored glasses, smart pan head, and the handsome face that would be treated as my sister when I went out, and I was speechless for a while.

My mother is a strong woman, in every sense.

To cite the simplest example, this small building is from her purchase to decoration to decoration, all of which she arranged alone-think about those difficult decoration companies.

After my father came back from a business trip in Germany, he found that the exchange plan that was originally only verbally realized has been fully realized. If the expression ... If you take a screenshot and put a few question marks, it is enough to replace the "black question mark".

Her style of acting can be called "relentless", as if she has a schedule in her mind, she can do it when she thinks about it, and she can't rest for a moment. Similarly, if she arranges what others do, the other party should do it immediately. Just remind once, the second time you will attack with "death gaze" or "poison tongue", if you do not know to repent, the ear will be pulled.

I doubt very much what kind of mama scene when mother is in her company.

However, at present, the highest level of punishment is only the father's trick, which can be described as ... "Strongman locks the man".

"Uh ... I'm having a nightmare ..." Even the saint couldn't think of a valid reason for screaming early in the morning. I can only casually whisper one that sounds acceptable.

"Huh?" Mother frowned slightly and walked over to me.

Ah, bad, standing at the window without washing your face and brushing your teeth after waking up, you will be scolded.

My mother came to me with a strange look, and then raised her hand to touch my face: "What dream is so terrible? All were crying scared."

what?

I looked at the wet marks on my mother's hand and blinked again, only to find that they were running out of water.

Damn it, I didn't think—

"Really, it's so coquettish to be so big," my mother took me into her arms. "Give you three minutes, cry."

"..."

I didn't want to cry! Don't run the water on these broken tricks! My mother's clothes are very expensive!

"Ooooooo--"

Fine……

————

"Are you awake? Wake up and eat early."

When I finally controlled myself to stop crying, my mother patted my head and turned away, with a look in my expression ... "pleasant"?

——A daughter of this age is still spoiling me. It seems that I am still very young.

Sage-level observation and observation reached this conclusion, I can only cover my face again.

In addition, my mother said "early" means to make me wash faster, rather than omitting which step, otherwise she will make me cry for another reason.

I touched my fluffy hair, and picked up the comb.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I made an appointment with my classmates to go together in the morning--"

"Your sister just cried a lot because you murdered her yesterday."

"Ah? Is that old woman so vulnerable?"

Snapped!

"Oh! My head!"

"Stay with her for breakfast, and sit without it."

"Ok--"

The voice of the stupid brother talking with his mother came downstairs, and then he was beaten for slander.

Strictly speaking, the old woman is really no problem, although there is a jump time, but at least there are actually ... Uh, well, forget it.

Anyway, I now encounter Yakumo Zi or Skaha who definitely have the capital to call them "little sister".

As for the quarrel ... The memory of Sui Jiuyuan is a little vague. It seems that my younger brother likes to play skateboard and football, and these two sports have a lot of dangers, so he will get a few wounds back from time to time, and I "yesterday" in When he helped him deal with it, he preached, but he had to raise the bar, and finally quarreled.

I ended up saying, "If you mess up again, I won't care about you in the future!" And the stupid brother's response was: "Even if I jump out of the balcony and drown in the lake, I don't want you to control it!"

Um ... this Flag is a bit subtle ...

After finishing the grooming, I picked out a suit suitable for going out, and then pushed the door and went downstairs.

People who don't understand may call this single-family building a villa, but it is far from itself.

For example, although the small building itself has two floors, it is impossible to install an elevator or a staircase made of a tube. The up and down walk is a wooden staircase that surrounds the first floor of the living room and descends step by step. This circle is the second floor. Unusable space.

The kitchen, dining room, laundry room, bedroom with single guard, and the corresponding decoration and decoration, the whole small building is crowded ... But because of the frequent packing up by mother, the whole is just crowded rather than cluttered.

"Sorry! Sister! I was wrong!" The stupid brother stood in the living room, leaning his head and apologizing to me in a quarrel-like tone.

"I forgive you ~" I couldn't help smiling at him: "I will save you even if you fall into the lake."

"Oh ... a fool will fall in." He turned his arms behind his head and turned to the kitchen: "Come and eat, old-sister."

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