Invade the World

   Chapter 424 Lonely Sister

  Sister... actually cooking?

  Xu Xiangyang's mouth was wide enough to fit a duck's egg. He even forgot about the fact that he was hugging his girlfriend, so he maintained a hugging posture and stood in the alley staring blankly at each other.

   Lin Xingjie reacted faster, and quickly released her hand.

In front of unfamiliar teachers, students, passers-by and unfamiliar neighbors, she can always behave like no one else; but in the face of the only adult elder who has a good relationship, and the object of her affection is still that person's younger brother, girl You will inevitably feel ashamed.

  ...More precisely, restraint.

  Li Qinglian dangled the colander in her hand, and there were still a few drops of soup on it, apparently she had just taken it out of the pot. She noticed her brother's surprised and speechless eyes, and she was immediately angry and funny.

"Boy, what are you looking at? Do you think I can't cook? Have you forgotten who taught you how to cook? Didn't you grow up eating the food I made? Have you forgotten?"

  Xu Xiangyang came back to his senses, and in the face of this series of questions, he replied with a smile:

   "Don't be angry, sister, it's not because I haven't seen it for a long time that I feel nostalgic."

   He took Lin Xingjie's hand and walked towards the door. Li Qinglian tried to hit him on the head with a colander, but his neck shrunk away.

  Xu Xiangyang walked to the dining table and found that several hot dishes were already placed on the dining table. He smelled the aroma and immediately put his face to the bowl like a drooling pug.

"My sister was so busy with her work that she didn't have time to cook at all, so I was mainly in charge of everything at home. I never complained, it was natural... I was just worried, for so long Before you get to the stove, will your sister's craft be a little rusty?"

   "Stop talking nonsense and go wash your hands."

   "Hey, wait, wait, will this braised pork be burnt? I'll have a taste first."

  Xu Xiangyang was about to move his chopsticks impatiently when his sister slapped his hand like a fly.

   "How old are you, and you are still so unhygienic. Just come back from outside, remember to wash your hands before eating, or bacteria will enter the body from the mouth, you know?"

Lin Xingjie, who was standing beside her, watched her boyfriend being taught by his elder sister by the ears like a little kid. He covered his mouth and let out a burst of laughter. His sparkling eyes were full of laughter. Almost narrowed into the shape of a crescent moon.

   "You kid, don't you think that the older you get, the more naive you are? I always feel that you were much more obedient when you were a child."

   "I have become lively, not childish."

   "That is to become naughty. It seems that every child has to go through a period of naughty and mischief, but you are a late comer, and you only come when you are about to become an adult in the third year of high school."

   "...you say yes."

   After the two young men washed their hands, they sat down at the table. Lin Xingjie served a bowl of white rice for each of the three, and Li Qinglian also poured the last dish of the evening, the chicken soup that was being boiled in the pot, into a large bowl.

   "Wow, what a great dinner tonight."

  Lin Xingjie clapped her hands and made a "nash" gesture with a very happy expression.

   "I don't usually eat so many good things."

   "Hmph, compared to Xiaoyang, my sister's cooking is more delicious, right?"

  Li Qinglian is not ashamed to speak.

   "That's right. It's like Xiangyang. When he first treated me as a guest, he was very attentive in cooking. Later, the better his relationship was, the more casually he dealt with it. Now he makes rice and pickles every morning..."

   Rapunzel grumbled.

  Xu Xiangyang was too lazy to care about her. How can two lazy women who cook occasionally, how hard it is to cook at home, how boring and tiring it is to prepare to buy vegetables and cook every day.

   "Sister Lian, why are you free to cook today?"

   "I haven't worked during this period of time. I just rest at home. Anyway, I'm idle."

  Li Qinglian took a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth to devour it, chewing it so much that her mouth was full of gravy. She wiped it with a napkin and immediately put it on the next piece of meat.

   Her way of eating is very heroic, and she doesn't care about her face at all. It can be seen that she is a good hand at various wedding banquets. It is said that in order to save time during normal work, gobbling has become a habit.

   "Don't eat so fast, it's not good for your stomach."

  Xu Xiangyang couldn't help persuading.

   He didn't know how much his own words could play a role. He had already said some words countless times, and the other party's reaction was always "accepting death with humility and not repenting".

   It can be said that it must be said after all.

  Sometimes, because he is more busy with housework, Xu Xiangyang even feels that he is more like the elder who takes care of others than his sister. To be precise, the siblings are dependent on each other and take care of each other - so, as guardians and wards, they can get along so equally, and they are different from other families.

  Li Qinglian stopped her chopsticks, didn't even raise her head, and responded with a bowl in her hand:

   "Don't worry, I have recently learned to slow down and eat."

While    was talking, her hand that was moving chopsticks quickly didn't stop.

  Xu Xiangyang sometimes always thinks that although Sister Lian has never found a boyfriend because of her busy work and life, but even if she really wants to find a boyfriend in the future, I am afraid it will still be very difficult. Although the face looks really good, if a man has eaten with her once, he is likely to be directly scared away.

   But on the other hand, it is precisely because she has never thought about this aspect that she does not care about her image in the eyes of others at all.

  ...By the way, since Lin Xingjie has lived under the same roof with her sister and brother for several months, even she has inherited the same eating style as Sister Lian.

At the dining table of Xu Xiangyang's house, in the "food grabbing war" that often happens at night, he is the only boy who falls below, forcing him to speed up the speed of picking vegetables, in order to get rid of the big and small girls. Grab a piece or two of good meat while eating like a storm.

  Light bulbs with a soft halo illuminate this small living room, and the sound of the collision of tableware and chopsticks is filled with a warm atmosphere of life.

   "I'm about to quit my job as a police officer."

  Li Qinglian puffed out her cheeks and threw a topic casually.

   "Hey, is it?"

  Xu Xiangyang stopped his chopsticks and looked at her in surprise.

"I can't say no, it's just different from ordinary police. Although they are still wearing police uniforms and are nominally public, the people and affairs they have to face are all related to the supernatural, and they are completely separated from before. Now, the work will be easier... well, probably."

  Li Qinglian said in an uncertain tone.

   "Anyway, during the time when the work is still handing over, I really have a lot of free time."

   "That's it. Then, why don't you make dinner in the future?"

   "Think beautiful."

   "Take turns? One day for me? One day for you?"

"……no."

   "Where are the three? Me, Xingjie, and my sister, it's fair that one is responsible for one day."

   "I can... think about it."

   said that he was thinking about it, but looking at Li Qinglian's embarrassed expression, he knew that it was 80% impossible.

  Xu Xiangyang knew that, in fact, today's sumptuous dinner was a typical whim for Li Qinglian, and she would soon turn back into the older sister who slouched on the sofa as soon as she got home.

   But there's nothing wrong with that, he thought.

   "Speaking of which, both of you are quite busy right now."

  Li Qinglian carefully licked the last rice from her rice bowl, put down her chopsticks, and looked at the two young people on the seat with a smile.

"you know?"

   "The job has changed, some things are easier to find out than before."

  The woman held her chin and looked into Lin Xingjie's eyes with piercing eyes.

   "I didn't expect that the background of a girl that Xiaoyang brought home casually that day would be so big."

  Lin Xingjie was embarrassed to be stared at, she lowered her head slightly, and replied in a low voice:

   "I never imagined that I would get to where I am today."

   Li Qinglian looked at her for a while, then looked at her younger brother, her expression inexplicably complicated.

After   , she chuckled and suggested:

   "I won't be going out tonight. Let's watch a disc together at home, how about that?"

  *

   That night, Xu Xiangyang, who was sleeping on the bed, was awakened by a sudden noise.

   The sound was very soft, softer than the footsteps of ordinary people walking alone; but because it happened to pass by the door of his room, he opened his eyes anyway.

Since the growth of psychic abilities, the so-called "sixth sense" in people's mouths has become stronger and stronger in him, and has even become an actual feeling that is close to the five senses - a real sense of "" The sixth sense."

  Xu Xiangyang didn't know if this was a bad thing or not, but no matter whether it was good or bad, he could only choose to accept it.

  Xu Xiangyang just suddenly realized that his identity seems to be slowly moving away from an ordinary person...

   It is as if the essence of the entire human life has undergone subversive changes.

   I wonder if Xingjie and Qingyue had the same feeling during the period of awakening their abilities?

  Xu Xiangyang scratched his hair, his brain was still in trouble.

   He looked at the glass window, the faint skylight was pure and cold, like a spring flowing in a mountain stream, dripping down the edge of the window sill.

   I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moonlight tonight is several times brighter than the past few nights, and it's even a bit dazzling.

   After sitting on the bed for a while, he finally woke up, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and pushed open the bedroom door.

   He already knew who was standing at the door.

  Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, his consciousness was able to know the activities of everyone in this room, and even the entire alley, even before he activated his ability.

   He is deeply aware that he is already a "superman", but this change is not as drastic as becoming a psychic, but a subtle growth.

   "...Sister, it's so late, what are you doing?"

   When he walked to the living room, he asked.

   The person who just passed the room was Li Qinglian.

  Lin Xingjie was still asleep in the room, and Sister Lian came out alone.

   And for some reason, for a long time, Sister Lian always stood at the door of her house pretending to be a statue, motionless.

  I can't sleep in the middle of the night, are you ready to come out and blow the air?

  Xu Xiangyang's questions went unanswered.

   So, he turned to look at the woman standing at the door. Her ponytail was undone at the back, and her flowing black hair fell softly and fell silently over her shoulders.

  Li Qinglian hugged her hands, leaned against the door frame, raised her head slightly, and was looking at the half moon hanging high in the night sky.

  The woman's body shrank slightly, standing in the lonely night cut out with the door frame as the border, the straight figure with her back turned to her, at this moment, seemed to reveal a heavy loneliness and sadness that made her chest stuffy.

  Xu Xiangyang held his breath subconsciously, and the words were swallowed back to his mouth.

   At this time, my sister seemed to finally wake up from some kind of deep emotion that she was immersed in, unable to extricate herself from it, her trembling body paused slightly, and turned to look at him behind her.

   "Xiaoyang..."

   Sister Lian's cheeks were covered with a layer of frosty white from tonight's particularly clear and clear moonlight, and there was a trace of tears that had not yet dried up. Her lips trembled slightly.

   "I just seemed to... see your parents."

she says.

   (end of this chapter)