"My Sister's Notes" - Extra Chapter: Interlude - My Sister's Life Guide

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1. A real adult
In summer, the cicadas chirp incessantly, and waves of heat come one after another.
I lay motionless on the bed, like a dead body.
I just saw my mom and sister off last week. Although I only spent half a day with them strolling around the old campus, I was still exhausted. Monday, which was already dreary, became even harder to endure.
My younger sister planned to help me tidy up the room before leaving, but I firmly refused. Some things are really not suitable for a little girl to see. Every man has his own secrets, and I'm no exception. My mother seemed to know my secrets well and helped me get my sister away. I was really relieved.
But none of that matters anymore. A wonderful weekend is meant to be spent in bed. To hell with going out, traveling, and exercising!
Beep beep beep—
Is the doorbell ringing in my ear just a hallucination?
I just paid my rent this month. It's definitely not the landlord. I live alone. The rent is a bit expensive, but it's quiet and peaceful. Nobody bothers me. It would be unbearable if my roommate and his girlfriend were showing off their love in the house every few days.
Is it a delivery? But I haven't opened any shopping apps for months.
Colleagues and friends are even less likely. Colleagues are just people I drink with after get off work, and I don't have a single person who can be called a friend.
It must have been a fake doorbell! I told myself, covering my head with the pillow.
But the doorbell showed no sign of stopping.
Who invented the doorbell, this thing that makes people dream? It's just as despicable as the person who invented safety pants.
I finally succumbed to the tyranny of the doorbell, reluctantly climbed out of bed, and walked towards the front door.
The room was dimly lit and messy, with yesterday's fast food containers and beer bottles still in the ground, and clothes scattered everywhere.
My first instinct was to pick up my phone from the coffee table. The screen was black, and pressing the power button didn't do anything. It had no battery left. Opening the door was the priority.
"Coming, coming," I called out weakly.
"Finally, you've opened the door. I was about to call the police. You didn't answer my calls, texts, WeChat messages, or QQ messages." A pretty young woman in a short, light-colored floral print dress stood with her hands on her hips, accusing me of my crimes. Next to her was a pink, girly suitcase.
I immediately sensed something was wrong and asked, "Mimi, didn't you go back? Why are you back again?"
"What's with that expression? Have you forgotten your sister's face? I've already contacted you, really." She tilted her cute little head, blinked, and sighed.
"My phone is dead, and I'm still sleeping," I said awkwardly, shaking my black-screen phone.
"Still sleeping. What time is it? My brother's laziness hasn't changed at all. From today onwards, I will stay here temporarily."
"Hey! Do Dad and Mom know about this?"
"Of course, when I said it was to take care of my brother's life, my mother immediately let me go and even took me to the train station."
"Ugh! This is so dirty. Is this really a place for people to live? There are so many cigarette butts and empty bottles. Brother, have you become a bad man?"
Why does smoking and drinking make a man a bad man?
"Because smoking and drinking will damage your health and hurt the people who care about you, isn't that kind of person bad?"
My sister's words left me speechless.
“From today onwards, I’m confiscating your cigarettes.” She picked up two packs of cigarettes from the coffee table and said, “Why are there two packs of cigarettes? One pack is missing only two cigarettes, and the other is almost empty. Do cigarettes taste different flavors like lollipops? So that they’re more delicious when you can eat them in different flavors?”
I reached out to take the cigarettes back and said, "One pack is for my own use, and the other, which is better, was given to someone else."
Why should we save the good stuff for others?
"These are the rules of the adult world. Mimi just needs to focus on her studies," I said, stroking her hair.
"Brother, are you really an adult? You can't even tidy up your own room!" She looked around at the messy room and smiled slyly.
"I'm probably a fake adult, but a real child."
"Then let me help my brother become a real adult!"
2. Little Devil
With my sister's semi-forceful urging and help, I started tidying up the room.
Compared to my laziness, my sister is much more diligent, sweeping and mopping the floor one moment and wiping the table the next.
They cleaned up the house, which was originally as dirty and messy as a doghouse, and made it spotless.
"Finally, this feels like a place for people to live in," my sister sighed, sitting on the sofa.
For me, too much cleanliness is actually not good; it makes it harder to find certain things I'm looking for.
My younger sister tugged at her collar, kicked her pale legs, and said, drenched in sweat, "Phew... it's so hot here."
"You're just working too hard! It's not actually that dirty that it needs a major cleaning."
"Tch, it's so filthy even rats wouldn't want to live here." My sister gave me a disdainful look, then asked, "Brother, aren't you going to turn on the air conditioning?"
"Yes, I haven't turned it on. It's too wasteful for one person to run the air conditioner, and this air conditioner isn't energy-efficient; it consumes a lot of electricity."
"I understand the need to save money, but please only turn it on when I'm around!"
The younger sister lowered her head, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and fanned herself, as if that would make her feel a little cooler.
Noticing my gaze, she turned around and said coquettishly, "Don't keep staring at me, brother!"
"Okay, okay, I won't look at you anymore. I'm going to the balcony for a smoke."
"No smoking! I already confiscated your cigarettes, didn't I? Where did you get these cigarettes?"
"Well..."
How could a chain smoker only have two packs of cigarettes in his house?
"Hand over the cigarettes and lighter," the younger sister said, one hand on her hip.
"Is it okay if I don't give it to you?"
"No, I'm going to get angry," the younger sister said, pouting.
"Brother, is it tough living alone? Is there a lot of pressure?"
You'll get used to it.
"Have you gotten used to not going home, not calling your parents, and not answering my calls?"
"That's because I'm busy with work."
"You slept until the sun was high in the sky, but I bet you were busy playing games! Your dark circles are so bad, how many nights have you been staying up?"
My little sister stood on tiptoe and placed her small hand over my eye sockets, asking a question.
"But brother, your good days are over, hehehe. I'm a little thirsty, do you have any drinks?"
My younger sister ran towards the small refrigerator in the kitchen.
"It should only be beer!"
"No, there's nothing there, brother, there's nothing in the refrigerator!" the younger sister said, turning around with a mournful face.
"Hey, even the beer's all gone?"
"What kind of life do you usually lead? Do you really eat properly?"
"I'm too lazy to cook when I'm alone, so I usually just order takeout or eat instant noodles."
"Wow, what a decadent life! This won't do, absolutely not! Brother, let's go shopping! I'll prepare a big feast for you," the younger sister said eagerly.
"Let's skip it! The sun's too strong at midday. We'll just have takeout for lunch. What would you like to eat?"
In the end, my sister dragged me out of the house. Going out on a hot weekend was definitely not a wise choice.
"It's been a long time since I went grocery shopping with my brother."
“I remember you used to sit in the shopping cart and let me push it!” I said with a laugh as I pushed the shopping cart.
"Don't talk about things from my childhood, it's so embarrassing."
"Now you know how to be ashamed," I laughed loudly.
But my laughter soon faded.
"Two cans of beer, no less."
Two bottles, that's the most I can have.
"Let's skip the tomatoes!"
"No, nutrition needs to be balanced."
"You must be a little devil sent by heaven to torment me!" I said, stroking my sister's hair.
"I'm an angel here to guide my brother in his life! You must live well! You must live well until I grow up."
3. Little Fat Pig
The air conditioner was blowing gently.
"Mimi, is dinner ready?" I asked my younger sister in the kitchen, lounging lazily on the sofa.
"No...no."
Her voice trembled slightly, and I immediately felt something was wrong. My sister is no lazier than me at home; cooking is something Mom does all the work for her. Cooking must be too difficult for her.
I rented a single room, a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment, plus a small balcony. It's the best configuration for living alone, but the rent is a bit high. However, it's within my salary range, and I'm not a newcomer to society who needs to rely on my family for living expenses. I can enjoy a little luxury with the money I earn myself.
I bought the rice cooker on a whim, but I've never used it. I don't have a gas stove, only an induction cooker, which I use to cook instant noodles.
The kitchen was very narrow, only the size of an aisle, and it was a bit cramped for one person to stand in. I practically had to be pressed against my sister to get into the kitchen.
"Ooh... Don't look."
The younger sister let out a mournful cry, quickly covered the frying pan with the lid, and then turned off the induction cooker.
"I think I smell something burning."
"It's just your imagination, brother. Have some of this first! It's my masterpiece," the younger sister said, picking up a bowl of stir-fried bok choy.
"It looks pretty good."
My sister seemed to have put a lot of effort into the plating, but looking good doesn't mean it tastes good. However, it couldn't be too bad, since it was made by a person.
"How is it? How is it?"
"It's a bit salty," I said, frowning.
"I don't believe it. It's just that my brother's palate is too bland. The taste was just right when I tasted it just now!"
As she spoke, her younger sister also took a bite, but the smile gradually disappeared from her face, and her face turned ashen. She then vomited the food back into the plate.
Her pink tongue peeked out of her mouth, and she cried out, "So salty, so salty, so watery..."
After drinking a glass of water, the younger sister gradually calmed down and said, "I can always eat."
My sister opened the rice cooker lid, her expression gradually turning to stone, just like the hard, unyielding rice.
"There wasn't enough water in it!"
"Why did this happen? The sweet and sour pork ribs turned into burnt black ribs, even though I had special training with Mom before coming here." The younger sister stomped her foot in frustration.
"Never mind, let's go out to eat!"
"Um, is it really okay?"
"I can't let you go hungry here! I have to fatten you up to be even whiter and fatter. If you come home much thinner, that'll be terrible. Mom will come to my company with a kitchen knife and confront me!" I said, pinching my sister's cheek.
"Hmph, Mom says it's a blessing for women to be fat, but it's terrible for men to be fat! My brother's belly seems to have a lot of extra fat. I think he's the fattest pig!"
My sister pinched my belly with her hand and laughed.
Putting aside whether I'm a drinker or not, I often find myself drinking at gatherings with friends and for work-related social events.
"Then the big fat pig will take the little fat pig out to eat! Speaking of which, I think I mentioned last time that I would take you out for a big meal after the high school entrance exam, and this time I'll take you there."
"Hehehe, it's amazing you still remember, brother. This was a test I deliberately gave you. It seems you still love me." The younger sister laughed triumphantly, hands on her hips.
"Hey, you big dummy, you'd have forgotten all about it if I hadn't brought it up! Pack your things and head out." I lightly tapped her head and said irritably.
I suddenly withdrew my hand, slightly taken aback. It was probably because I hadn't been overly affectionate with my sister in a long time, and I kept saying she was too young. But she's not young anymore, really not young anymore.
After graduating from junior high school, looking back on my junior high school days, I knew quite a lot, from adult films to pornographic books.
Her body was no longer a washboard; while it wasn't exactly curvy, it was beginning to take shape, and her awareness of the differences between men and women was growing stronger.
Many siblings who were once close probably start to drift apart around this time, as they develop their own friends and separate social circles, only meeting again at the dinner table.
Will my relationship with my sister become like that in the future?
"Brother, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out? Are you worried about your wallet?"
"How could that be? Don't you even consider who I'm working so hard to earn money for?"
"Is it me? Is it me?" my younger sister asked excitedly.
"Shut up! I don't know who it is either."
"Brother, carry me on your back!"
"I'm an old man, I can't carry it anymore."
"You're so useless. Then hold my hand! You must hold hands when you go out, otherwise you'll get separated."
4. The Little Liar (Girl's Perspective)
My brother calls me a little devil and a little fat pig, but actually I'm more than that; I'm also a little liar.
Although I told my mom I was there to take care of my brother, I couldn't help but want to act cute whenever I saw his face.
I've always wanted to do this, to leave my parents' world and live a life that belongs only to my brother and me in a house. But this is just a rehearsal. I still need at least three more years of suffering before I can be free.
In order to live with my brother in the future, my mother and I did practice our cooking skills. Although I would be very happy if my brother ate the food I cooked and said things like "It's so delicious" or "Mimi has grown up".
But I still don't really want that kind of praise. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay that little girl who can freely act spoiled and unreasonable with her brother.
Humans are truly contradictory creatures. When we are young, we want to grow up, but when we grow up and face all kinds of troubles, we want to go back to that innocent and ignorant age.
If my brother knew I was lying to him, would he be angry? Would he spank me? That would be nice! After all, my brother has never been angry with me before.
My goal was achieved effortlessly. My brother had no suspicions whatsoever. We went out together, pretending to be a couple, drinking discounted cappuccinos, watching half-price movies, eating free meals, and enjoying the envious glances of others. Everything I had wanted to do with my brother before and now, I did to my heart's content.
My brother was a little embarrassed at first, saying he didn't need the money, but after my persistent pleading, he finally agreed. He can never refuse my requests, whether in the past, present, or future.
The happiest thing about going out with my brother is being mistaken for a couple. The person accompanying him isn't his ex-girlfriend Qianqian, nor his childhood sweetheart, classmate, or any other cousins, but me, Su Mimi. To put it mathematically, I am his only sister.
Whenever I think about this, I feel like I've won.
My brother and I are siblings, but that's not all; that's how I see it.
Every Monday always brings a sense of loss. When I open my eyes, my brother isn't beside me. There's only breakfast on the table. I have summer vacation, but my brother doesn't. I often say to myself, "If only my brother didn't have to work." I really want to be two useless couch potatoes with my brother.
My brother would pinch my nose and say, "Having one lazy bum like you in the house is enough."
I'm completely useless in front of my brother. I'm even too lazy to blow-dry my hair after taking a shower. I bury my head in my brother's chest, and he gently combs my wet hair with his hands while the hairdryer blows warmly.
My brother's hands are probably the best comb in the world.
My brother would sometimes say, "Raising you is like raising a cat."
I tilted my head and said, "Then you try teasing the cat, brother."
"No, no, your cat is too big, I can't tease it."
"Hurry up, hurry up..."
Then she took advantage of her brother, just like a nymphomaniac.
Every day I wait for my brother to come home. When I'm bored, I tidy up the room, mop the floor, and do laundry. I would never do something as low as secretly sniffing my brother's clothes. I would just pounce on my brother and sniff him. Isn't it normal for cats to be affectionate with their owners?
It was probably one day halfway through summer vacation. The original plan was to go to the aquarium, but my brother suddenly fainted without warning. It wasn't that there were no warning signs, but I just didn't notice them.
It turns out that my brother, who has always been a towering figure in my heart, can also get sick. He is not an invincible superhero; he is just an ordinary person. But to me, in my world, my brother is more powerful than Superman. He gave me a unique childhood, and without him, I am who I am today.
Fortunately, my brother only suffered from heatstroke, so I still have a chance to make amends. I've been spoiling my brother for fifteen years, and now it's time for him to spoil his sister as much as he wants, because that's what he deserves.

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