The trigger of the main realm - the most beautiful you

"Brother Izumi, did you quarrel with your sister?" Jiro Sakurai bit an apple and sat in front of the desk.

Izumi Fair is sending emails at this time, talking to Huaniaoliu.

Regarding Jiro's question, Izumi did not hide it: "It's not really, it's just that both parties were very angry at the time, and then there was a misunderstanding."

"Reconciled?" Looking at him, Sakurai Jiro breathed a sigh of relief: "My sister's temper is not very good these days."

Chu Shui just raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure it's not menstruation?"

Sakurai Jiro rolled his eyes rarely, looking at the things on the desk.

Because my sister didn't go to school, there were no textbooks on the desk, and there were only basic foreign language original books and a picture album.

The picture album was newly added in the past few days. Because I didn't go to work again, the hours of the guidance station became more flexible, and I just stayed in the room and drew in the rest of the time.

I remember that when I was a child, my sister liked graffiti very much, so I didn't think it was strange.

However, Sakurai Jiro didn't know the person in the painting at all.

"Brother Izumi, here you are." Sakurai Jiro handed over the album.

"Your?" Izumi was puzzled, "It should be from Laiwei."

Sakurai Jiro nodded: "That's right, it belongs to my sister. Last time I pressed my sister and didn't say anything, so it doesn't matter."

The picture book is very new, it should have been bought recently, but it seems to have painted a lot of things.

Open the first page of the right, there are three people.

It is as warm as a family portrait, and the girl in the painting smiles like a flower.

It's the future, it should be like two or three years ago, still a little immature.

Standing behind her are two men. Although it is only a simple outline, it has an extraordinary temperament.

One of them should be an Asian, with a cold face, seemingly unapproachable, but the eyes are full of spirit, a little gentle.

The other one is European, and his facial features are very majestic.

Smiling, but slightly majestic.

A person who achieves great things.

Izumi Fairy suddenly thought of this.

Turning to the next page, Izumi was stunned.

This should be the composition of the painting, myself, Jiro, and Kumi.

All three of them looked like they had grown up, but the scenery was that of elementary school back then.

In the past six months, they have not been there.Compared with the first one, this picture is very comfortable, or mild and casual.

When I was young, it was Jiro and Raimi who were competing for the swing in the school, but in the painting, it was Raimi sitting on the swing, Jiro pushed behind, and I looked at the two of them.

If they really went to elementary school together, it would probably be the case.

Izumi fair inexplicably made a positive comment on the figure of this painting.

The next one is the European man in the first picture, and the next one is the Asian man.

After that, there were many people, almost all of whom were strangers, and the strangers made Chushui a little scared.

Later, there were other acquaintances, the captain and Murakami, and Izumi raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The last one is unfinished, just a few sketches, unformed, as if he put down the pen in a hurry.

"How is it? My technique." Sakurai Raimi stuck out his head from behind Izumi, because Izumi happened to be sitting too, this posture was very ambiguous.

Chushui Gong was so frightened that he almost jumped up: "Laiwei-chan, little Laiwei, you are so scared to death."

Sakurai Raimi curled his lips: "I told you that you didn't hear it yourself, obviously Jiro helped me pour the milk."

Izumi took a look, and sure enough, he saw Jiro's voice.

"I haven't answered yet, how is my drawing?" Sakurai Kuimi sat down.

"It's very good, it's much better than it was back then." Izumi praised it without hesitation.

"Hey." Sakurai smiled proudly: "I practice often."

Sakurai Jiro came in with milk: "It's cold."

"Ah, it's okay, it's just right cold. I'm almost sweating from the heat, thank you Jiro." Kurai Kumi took it, and began to drink in small sips.

"Is sister okay?" Sakurai Jiro sat down on the other side.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little accident." Sakurai waved his hand: "By the way, let me show you my weapon."

Putting down the milk, Sakurai opened the box: "This is my double sword."

Sakurai Jiro was stunned, one black and one white, without cutting the edge.

Chushui Gong frowned slightly, although it was very faint, he could smell the smell of blood.

Sakurai waved it and put it down: "You can start making clothes. The knife is neither long nor short. It's actually not easy to carry."

Chushui Gongping: "...If you can't pass the safety supervision, you don't take the tram at all?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter, the rabbit is specially made, and it can't be detected by inspection." Sakurai said with a smile: "Jiro, let's have a fight tomorrow."

"Although I really want to promise you, but tomorrow is a family trip." Sakurai Jiro recovered his expressionless face.

"Eh, I forgot." Sakurai looked at his younger brother: "Then I will be alone tomorrow?"

Sakurai Jiro sighed: "Sister, isn't she planning to go?"

"Well, I can't go this time." Sakurai Kumi stroked his heart.

"Uncomfortable?" Izumi was the first to react.

"Hmm." Sakurai Kumi shook his head, "Just sleep well for a few days."

Sakurai Kumi, who was originally prepared to resist the flames being extracted, later realized that there are not many people who have detailed data on their own flames, and the family will definitely pursue their own information.

It happened that the water was by his side, so he gave up resisting directly.

It doesn't do much damage, but the flames won't be used for about ten days.

"You still have an appointment with me even though you're not feeling well, how arrogant are you!" Sakurai Jiro was a little speechless.

"Don't worry about those details!" Sakurai Kumi waved his hand.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot." Sakurai Kumi looked at the two of them: "Happy Christmas Eve, it's great to say it at this time."

The two were taken aback at the same time, Sakurai Jiro looked away in embarrassment.

"It's really a foul, Lai Wei." Izumi just stepped forward.

"What?" Sakurai was puzzled.

"Happy Christmas Eve." Gently kissed her forehead, and she left immediately: "I will pick you up tomorrow, let's go out together. Then, good night."

"Huh?" Sakurai Raimi covered his forehead and looked at Izumi's back, feeling puzzled.

Sakurai Jiro smiled: "Well, I'll go and send Brother Suzumi."

"Ah, oh." Sakurai Kumi looked at his younger brother's back this time, and suddenly realized that he was being eaten tofu?

Plop, plop, plop...

The heartbeat suddenly became louder, as if it was ringing in my ears.

is that a lie…

Sakurai Kumi blushed: "Like it?"

Sakurai Kumi thought about everything Izumi had done in the past six months.

When you have another thought, you will find that those behaviors seem to have completely exceeded the boundaries of childhood sweethearts, and they are too intimate.

Liar!

Covering his face, Sakurai Kumi collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes.

Mr. Dino, Master, I seem to be in love?

"Brother Izumi is getting anxious too." Standing at the entrance, Sakurai Jiro said.

Chu Shui changed his shoes: "Because the situation can no longer make me slow down, can it?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Sakurai Jiro leaned against the wall: "As long as my sister has a reason not to leave. Of course, if the object is Brother Izumi, I will be more at ease."

Izumi just looked at this scheming younger brother: "It's just as you said, but it's not who I am. How long do you think I've been waiting?"

The staring between the two ended with Sakurai Jiro looking away, and he said: "Then please give me your advice in the future."

Chushui fair raised the corners of his mouth: "Please give me some advice."

The door closed, and Sakurai Jiro sighed.

how long?

Ten years?

After my sister's disappearance, I found out by accident, and then when my sister came back, the fanatic eyes, it turns out that my morality is still far behind.

However, it would be better to play the role of the little white rabbit brother in the eyes of the elder sister, at least for now he still can't compete with himself.

Sakurai Jiro sneered.

"We're back." The Sakurai couple pushed open the door.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, Sakurai Yugo Company has a dinner party, so I took my wife to go.

"Welcome back." Sakurai Jiro held the water glass.

Mrs. Sakurai looked at her son: "Jiro, are you still asleep?"

"Because I have a task today, I'm a little late." Sakurai Jiro said.

"That's it, you've worked hard. Where's your sister?" Mrs. Sakurai asked cautiously.

Sakurai Jiro said: "My sister should be fast asleep, and brother Izumi just sent her back not long ago."

"Has Izumi gone back?" Yugo Sakurai raised his head and asked.

"Going back." Sakurai Jiro nodded: "Mom and Dad, happy Christmas Eve, good night."

"Happy Christmas Eve. Good night, don't forget about the family trip tomorrow." Mrs. Sakurai called from behind, and only looked away when she got a response.

Yugo Sakurai lowered his head slightly, watching his wife untie his tie.

"Husband, Lai Mi won't go tomorrow." Mrs. Sakurai said in a low voice.

Sakurai Yugo didn't care: "It's been like this for half a year, hasn't it?"

"But, I want to apologize to her for being okay." Mrs. Sakurai paused: "Back then, it was me who was a bad mother."

"Maybe she doesn't care anymore." Yugo Sakurai said against his will, "There is no hatred in the child's eyes, and she didn't blame you."

Mrs. Sakurai lowered her head: "But she didn't forgive me either."

"I regret it so much, why was it like that at the beginning." Mrs. Sakurai cried while covering her face.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much." Sakurai Yugo put his hands on his wife's shoulders: "And now that Izumi's child is here, you should feel relieved."

"What are you wearing?" Sakurai looked at the wardrobe and became distressed.

Mrs. Sakurai bought her a lot of clothes, of all types, and across a lot of colors.

Of course, there are also things that Lai Wei really likes, such as the suit from last night.

But still wearing a dress today?

"Sister, let's go." Sakurai Jiro said from outside the door.

"Ah, have fun." Sakurai Kumi threw the clothes he liked on the bed.

"I also wish you a happy date with Brother Izumi." Sakurai Jiro said and left.

Sakurai Raimi puffed up her cheeks.

After changing clothes and putting on makeup, an hour has passed.

It is still the Lolita outfit, which was praised the most by them when they were in Italy.

Looking at the mirror, confirming that there was no disrespect, Sakurai opened the door of the room, but heard the sound of the TV below.

Shouldn't it be, are they all out?

"Raimi." Izumi, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, raised his head, with a signature smile on his lips.

"When did you come here?" Sakurai was a little surprised: "Why do you have a key?"

Izumi is wearing casual clothes today, but it is very comfortable to wear.

"I arrived when Jiro and the others were leaving, so I came in."

"You're lying, why didn't you come up and call me!" Sakurai Kumi hurried downstairs.

Chushui just shrugged: "Well, I was the one who came early."

Waiting at someone's house an hour in advance, Shuishui Fair can really do it....

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Ah ha ha ha unexpectedly able to update on time, I suddenly admire myself what to do! ! !

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