My Sister is Very Obsessive

Thinking of the pair of inflatables... I shook my head... Thinking of the first encounter with those twin girls with tiny faces, I couldn't help but get a big head.

"It's a complicated process."

I frowned and struggled for a long time, and finally decided to keep it short.

"Actually, I don't know them, and I even learned their names from you."

Liu Weiwei squinted at me with an expression that you continue to make up.

"That's the situation, believe it or not!" I spread my hands, I'm telling the truth anyway, if he really doesn't believe it, I can't do anything about it.

"Okay, I pretended to believe it," Liu Weiwei waved his hand, "Then your Shen family..."

This is even more mystical, I couldn't help showing a wry smile on my face,

"Maybe the Shen family is very cow, but that has nothing to do with me. I have lived with my mother and my sister since I was a child. I have never heard of the Chen family and the Shen family."

"Really? Are you sure your family isn't some kind of hidden wealthy family?"

Liu Weiyi looked at me suspiciously.

I stretched out my hand and made a pause, looking at him very seriously,

"About the hidden wealthy family, don't mention it to me in the future. I don't know, and I don't want to know. My family is a middle-class family that is inferior to the other and more than the next. No background, that's all."

After I finished speaking, I ignored Liu Weiwei, turned around and returned to the bedroom.

There is no shortage of rich people in the world, especially in the capital-oriented societies in the West, financial oligarchs are fully capable of controlling the trend of a country with their strong economic capital.

Or in the eyes of these people, governing a country is just playing a game of cultivating hegemony.

However, none of this has anything to do with me. My only ambition is to live a happy life without shame and impatience with my sister in the future.

In the dormitory, Zhao Kuo was broadcasting live, so we were embarrassed to speak loudly. After I cleaned up, I was going to take a hot bath, and then I went to bed after chatting with my sister for a while.

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In the second half of the night, I was awakened by the sound of meowing cats. I opened my eyes and looked around. The windows of the bedroom were wide open.

Looking at Liu Weiwei, Jiang Tao and Zhao Kuo, who were sleeping soundly on the bed, these three guys never thought of closing the balcony window when they were sleeping.

Some helplessly got up, took advantage of the dim light from the balcony, gropingly put on his shoes, then turned on the phone that was charging on the table, checked the time, it was just after two o'clock.

I walked over and closed the window between the balcony and the bedroom, then opened the balcony door and went out to close the window on the balcony.

As soon as the door was opened, the whole balcony was covered with rainwater, and the toothpaste and toothbrushes on the sink, the washbasin and buckets were also blown up and down by the wind.

Fortunately, all my things are put in the dormitory's special cabinet for daily necessities. I'm not as lazy as they are, and I put them directly on the sink.

However, the clothes hanging on the balcony were miserable, and my black jersey, which was only recently washed, was blown to the ground.

I hurriedly picked up the clothes, rushed up in three steps and two steps, closed the window, and then looked at the jersey in my hand speechlessly, which was washed in vain.

He casually hung the jersey aside, ready to talk about it tomorrow morning, then walked to the window curiously and cast his eyes out of the window.

The torrential rain that has accumulated for a whole day is really strong. With the street lights not far downstairs, the clear rainwater is like sprayed out from a fire truck, covering a large area and covering the roadside. The Lindao tree swayed from side to side.

A gust of wind also blew the windows on the balcony.

I remember that the rain last time was relatively light and there was no wind. I opened the window and let three or two raindrops fall on my body. It was cool and poetic, but if I opened the window today and pretended to listen to the rain, it would probably take three seconds. It will be poured into chicken soup.

Looking at the rain curtain outside the window, I shivered involuntarily, then rubbed my arms, and was about to return to the bedroom to continue to sleep, when the corner of my eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the street lamp not far downstairs— —A black cat with a dark body suddenly appeared under the street light.

I gently raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, making sure I didn't see it wrong...

The black cat squatted under the street lamp, the light was scattered, and it flowed on its smooth and satin body, but the pouring rain was blocked by an invisible barrier.

I read it right, it does exist, and there is a strange arc hanging from the corner of the mouth, like a lucky cat on the counter of a shop, waving its paw at me.

This strange scene didn't make me feel terrified, but gave me a faint warm feeling, and I couldn't tell where this warm feeling came from.

With a slight smile on my face, I raised my hand and shook it in return, and the black cat turned around and walked slowly towards the grass in the flower bed next to it.

The rain curtain outside the window is like before, like pouring, like pouring, the dense canopy in the distance swaying left and right in the wind and rain, the leaves were knocked down by the wind and rain, and scattered on the ground.

I stood in front of the window for a long time, but the image of the black cat greeting me kept popping up in my mind...

It should be laughing, I thought, how can it have a familiar feeling of an old friend?

Some people don't think it through. Forget it, since coming to Canghai City, have there been few strange things encountered? I didn't think about it anymore, and after returning to the dormitory and closing them, I turned over to bed again and went back to sleep.

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Looking at the familiar environment around me, I knew that the dream that had not appeared in many days was here again. It was still the street, the tattered robots, and the dark space full of cobweb-like fine cracks.

The sound of the bells still continued, and those tattered robots were still limping in the direction from which the bells came, like a pilgrimage.

"Is it still so broken?"

A somewhat ethereal voice suddenly came from behind me, I turned around abruptly, and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a man in a black trench coat, and the collar of his white shirt was folded meticulously by him, but his appearance was strikingly similar to mine.

Looking at this man, I couldn't help but froze in place.

He is slender, with a handsome face and an ethereal demeanor; he has a smile on his face, a calm demeanor, and a steady gait...

He walked up to me, stretched out his palm gently, and gently placed it on my head,

"I haven't seen you for many years, how are you, brother?"

I frowned slightly and took a step back calmly. I didn't like his gesture of touching my head very much, because this is what I usually like to do to my sister.

"Are you the one who sent me the German letter?"

I asked with a frown.

He didn't answer me, but raised his head slightly and looked at the sky full of cracks, where there was a hole.

"Yes, go back with me? Grandpa, grandma, father and mother, they all miss you."