"My Sister's Copy" - Fifth Copy, Bed and Under Bed

The day before school started, I moved into this not-so-new house. The walls were yellowed, the hallway was cramped, and the ceiling looked like it could crumble at any moment. My little sister excitedly ran around and wandered about in this little house.
My little sister opened her big, bright eyes and pointed at the small hole in the wall, shouting, "Brother, brother, look, it's an army of ants!"
Yes, yes, yes.
Unlike me, who grew up playing in the mud, my younger sister grew up in a spotless greenhouse. Both my father and I doted on her, spoiling her rotten. Only when my mother played the stern role could she temporarily keep her in line.
My younger sister was still rummaging through drawers and cupboards, exploring this new world.
"Mimi, stop moving around, or you'll bump into a big bug."
"I'm not afraid of big bugs. If it's a bad bug, I'll just stomp it to death."
She talked a good game, but when she actually encountered cockroaches and centipedes, she suddenly jumped up from the ground, hugged my waist with both hands, clamped my thighs with her legs, and clung to me with her whole body, crying with teary eyes, "Brother, brother, it's a bug monster, a huge and scary bug, brother, please help me stomp the big bug to death."
I laughed gleefully and said, "I'm not helping you. Now you know how terrible bugs are! Let's see if you dare to be playful again."
"My brother is a bad guy! I'm going to tell Mom that he bullied me."
My younger sister ran to Mom to tattle, and Mom gave me a token scolding. My sister then grinned from ear to ear, completely forgetting her unpleasantness about the bug.
The house has become smaller, but the distance between our hearts has also become closer. Before, my dad would always work in his study after get off work. Now there is no study, and the bedroom is pitifully small, so he can only work in the living room. My dad often asks me to pour him a glass of water or to type something, which never happened before. To me, the study is my dad's private territory, a place I absolutely cannot set foot in.
With more contact came more communication. I had always thought my dad was a serious person, so I was inevitably a little timid when facing him. But after talking with him, I found that my dad was a humorous person. He would occasionally tell some dirty jokes, and my dad and I would secretly laugh. My mom would often wave her fist and pretend to be angry, saying, "You two are not serious. Don't corrupt Mimi, or I will beat you to death."
The younger sister asked, "What are Daddy and brother laughing about?"
I patted her little head and said, "When Mimi grows up, she'll know what we're laughing at."
"Then I want to grow up quickly, so that I can laugh with my brother."
Looking at my younger sister's innocent smile, I couldn't bear to tell her that even when she grows up, she still shouldn't listen to dirty jokes.
My younger sister has been saying she wants to sleep alone. If we hadn't moved, her wish would probably have come true. Now she sleeps in the same room as me, but not in the same bed.
My mom bought a bunk bed, which saves a lot of space. Originally, I was supposed to sleep on the top bunk and my sister on the bottom bunk, but my sister insisted on sleeping on the top bunk.
"What if my brother suddenly falls down? He'll hurt me. I want to sleep on top of him."
My mom set a strict biological clock for my younger sister, requiring her to go to bed at 8 o'clock sharp. But this made things very difficult for me. I've always been a night owl, and going to bed at 8 o'clock was probably something I did in kindergarten. Moreover, after starting evening self-study in junior high school, I usually didn't finish class until 9:30. By the time I caught the last bus, I wouldn't get home until almost 10 o'clock.
I occasionally have a late-night snack, then wash up, lie in bed, press my phone, browse Weibo, log on to QQ, and don't fall asleep until around midnight. Sometimes I stay up even later reading novels.
I closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep at all. I felt the bed shake, and it turned out that my sister had climbed off the bed. She shook me and said, "Brother, I can't sleep. Sing me a song. That's what Mom always does."
"I can't sing."
I'm tone-deaf and sing off-key. I can manage to doodle, but singing is definitely beyond my capabilities.
"Brother, you're so useless. Why don't you tell me a story? Dad can't sing either, he always tells me stories."
"I'd better go find your mom to keep you company!"
"No, no, I'm already tired of listening to Mom's songs."
My sister climbed right onto the bed, domineeringly taking over my bed and squeezing me into the corner.
"What story would you like to hear? Snow White, or the Little Match Girl?"
I tried my best to search my memory, but I could only find a handful of fairy tales.
“I don’t need to listen to those two. Dad has said it so many times, I can recite it by heart.”
My younger sister is picky about food, and she's even picky about stories!
Based on my years of gaming experience, I told her a story of a hero fighting a dragon and rescuing a princess, and I talked until my throat was dry.
Later, I discovered that my younger sister had already drifted off to sleep, snoring sweetly.
I got up and went to the living room to get a drink of water, only to find my dad still sitting in front of the computer working.
"Xiao Mu, aren't you asleep yet?"
"I just got Mimi to sleep and I'm a little thirsty. Dad, aren't you going to sleep so late? You have to go to work tomorrow!"
"I'm sorry, Xiao Mu, for making you live in a place like this. I have to work harder to make sure you have a happier life."
"No, Dad, you haven't wronged anyone. I'm very happy now because you gave me a home, a complete home."
Back then, I was just a kid who hadn't even grown up yet. I had never been in a relationship and didn't know how much the word "home" could affect an older man like my dad.
Years later, I also became a middle-aged man, and only then did I understand how much home meant to a thirty-year-old male sorcerer.

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