Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 146 The sickly brother ([-])
Chapter 159 Building a Snowman, Sleeping, and Telling a Story
An Mo pulled An Huaiyu to the side of the snowdrift, and ordered, "Stand still."

An Huaiyu stood up straight reflexively, without any sense of disobedience, which made An Mo chuckle.

"Wait a minute," An Huaiyu interrupted with a frown as he looked at An Mo who was reaching for the snow, "What are you going to do?"

"Build a snowman." An Mo took it for granted, and immediately ignored the other party's stop, picked up a large pile of snow and threw it at his feet.

An Huaiyu, who was very cleanliness, dodged subconsciously, and moved back weakly under An Mo's dissatisfied eyes. An Huaiyu, who had finally taken a step closer to his sister, said pitifully: "I'll forget it, Are you cold?" The snow was dirty and cold.

These words seemed to remind An Mo, she showed a dazed expression, and then immediately went back to the house through the window.Looking at her younger sister who looked like her when she was a child, and who moved through windows neatly, An Huaiyu didn't know whether to be relieved or distressed...

When he came out again, An Mo had not only an extra pair of gloves, but also a thick quilt.

Seeing his sister, who was still walking vigorously and holding a heavy quilt, walking toward him, An Huaiyu had an ominous premonition——

"Put on the quilt and don't move!" An Mo's stern tone of reprimand made An Huaiyu subconsciously execute it immediately, and then asked belatedly: "What is this going to do?"

"Make a snowman." The same question, the same answer.

An Huaiyu was silent for a moment: "...Oh."

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An hour later, the super-sized snowman with An Huaiyu's handsome face was freshly baked. Because An Huaiyu was surrounded by snow and wrapped in a quilt, the piled snowman was extraordinarily bloated, and the real face on the top was abrupt and weird. .

An Mo, who was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back, burst out laughing when he saw the finished product, and inadvertently raised his head to meet the other's inclusive and doting eyes, but couldn't laugh out loud.Obviously with the original intention of revenge, but at the beginning, he softly put an extra quilt for the other party, fed and drank hot water a few times in the middle, and finally felt a little bit guilty? !
An Mo threw off his gloves in frustration, patted his cheek with his cold hands, gritted his teeth and struggled for a long while, and finally raised the snow shoveling tool, ready to rescue him.

On his mouth, he said with unforgiving vicious disgust: "You are so ugly, you are not suitable to be a snowman at all!" But he didn't know that his awkward little expression fell into the other party's eyes, which was extremely cute.

An Huaiyu was trapped in the snowman, and his arms under the quilt still had room to move freely. Now that he covered his chest with his left hand, he felt that there was a steady stream of heat radiating there, which made the heart closest to him melt.

"Wait, take a picture as a souvenir." This was piled up by my sister so hard. It would be a pity to destroy it, An Huaiyu couldn't bear it: "Go to the house to find brother's phone."

At this time, An Huaiyu was very thankful that he didn't have the habit of wearing his mobile phone close to his body at all times, otherwise he would not be able to do such a simple request as taking pictures, and the most important thing would be to waste his sister's heart.

An Bingjiao happily took this incident as her younger sister expressing her love for her...

The corners of An Mo's mouth twitched when he heard this, and Shu Er felt that his punishment was too light...

However, when An Huaiyu was released, An Mo, who touched his cold palm, still felt a little distressed, and wanted to cook some ginger soup, but there was no such setting as a kitchen in the house, so he had to force him who didn't like to drink water Someone abruptly drank two cups of hot water.

Then An Mo found himself unlocking a new way of punishment.

An Mo deliberately led An Huaiyu to ignore some things. The brother and sister stayed very close all afternoon, and watching TV happily made An Huaiyu feel that his life was more fulfilling than ever before.

Finally, when the sky was dark, An Huaiyu was still sighing with relief that my sister is so cute, my sister is really obedient and sensible, and I am so happy that my sister left me for dinner today...

however--

"Ah, brother, we forgot the quilt outside!" An Mo was astonished as if he had discovered the New World, and then he turned out the window with ease, and lay down in the snowdrift outside all afternoon, wet and dirty A corner of Xi's quilt was a bit at a loss, and there was still a hint of grievance in his voice: "What should I do... There are no extra quilts here..."

An Huaiyu couldn't care less about the quilt and hurriedly climbed out of the window. He threw the quilt aside in disgust, wiped his sister's fingers carefully and hugged her into his arms, patting her back comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay. My brother is here."

At this moment, An Huaiyu's vanity as an elder brother was satisfied like never before. The long-lost feeling of being depended on and needed filled his empty heart. It was soft in an instant.

An Mo hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, raised his head and pouted his lips, tears like pearls fell from his eyes in a blink of an eye: "I want to go home with my brother, I want to sleep with my brother..."

An Huaiyu hadn't seen this kind of scene for many years, his head was swollen, and he couldn't think about anything in an instant.

His brows were drooping, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were filled with the lake water called Gentleness, which rippled layer after layer as he spoke, and the shining stars from the sky fell down.At this moment, he only felt that even if his sister wanted the stars in the sky, he should and must take them off: "Well, well, go home and sleep with brother."

Until a long time later, An Bingjiao didn't understand why she just wet a quilt and asked someone to send another one, but An Mo acted like the sky was falling, and she was equally nervous Comforting him, it was so easy for An Mo to completely stay away from the imprisoned room.

This night, An Huaiyu, who had a regular schedule, took a shower and came to bed at eight o'clock, beside An Mo who had also taken a shower.

An Mo, who was wearing his brother's loose pajamas, looked down secretly, perhaps understanding where An Huaiyu's open expression came from.

The 17-year-old girl is about the same age as Hua, but her body is not even a flower bud. She is short and thin like a bean sprout.Not to mention An Huaiyu who has never had a charming mind, even if someone with evil intentions comes here, I'm afraid his body will pour cold water from head to toe.

An Huaiyu's concept of her younger sister was still at the age of ten, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them sleeping on the same bed, but she felt very comfortable with her sister's inexplicable intimacy, so Da Lala changed into her pajamas and lay down On the bed, I feel at ease.

Little did he know that my sister really hated my "reassuring" look, and...

"Come, brother, let me tell you a story. Which one do you want to hear first?"

An Mo looked at the childish words in the catalog: the story of the little duck, the fox and the rabbit, the story of the three little pigs...

She vaguely thought of the warm sun at noon, and the voice of the Teletubbies echoing in her ears.

"Brother, I'm seventeen."

"Good boy," An Huaiyu rubbed his sister's head, and opened the fairy tale book, "Then brother will tell you the story of seventeen dwarves."

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