My Sister is Very Obsessive

With a red palm print on my face, I walked into the box angrily.

The titular biological mother saw me walk in and stood up enthusiastically, wanting to greet me to sit down, but when she saw the palm print on my face, the smile on her face suddenly stopped.

I ignored her, but walked over to my mother and sister, and pulled her up from the seat one by one,

"Let's go!"

"what?"

Both my mother and sister seemed a little confused, but after seeing the slap print on my face, she got up very angry,

"Who hit you?"

"It's okay!" I shook my head gently, not wanting to continue to care about this matter.

Pulling my mother and sister to turn around, they were about to turn and leave the box, but Shen An, who rushed over, blocked the door and blocked the way.

"Please get out of the way!"

I stared blankly, and my tone was a little cold.

Shen An took a deep breath and finally let me go.

After leaving the hotel, my mother took my sister and I and drove away. As for the biological parents who stayed in the hotel, they can do whatever they like!

"Brother, did that Shen An hit you!"

My sister didn't sit in the driver's seat, but sat in the back with me, stretched out her little white hand, and gently stroked my face.

"It's okay!" I smiled at her, grabbed her little hand, and put it down, "You forgot, I slapped him last time too."

"Does it make me feel bad if you hit him? I feel bad when he hits you!"

"It really hurts!" I couldn't help but leaned close to her ear, "I'll touch it to see if it's real."

My sister's pretty face turned red with a swipe, but she still gently grabbed my palm and placed it on her tall breast on the right.

The first feeling is fullness, the fullness of the entire palm, and then the softness.

"Cough cough!"

The mother who was driving in the front couldn't help but coughed softly,

"Don't treat me like air!"

My mother's voice brought me back to my senses. I quickly retracted my hand and looked out the window with an embarrassed expression.

My sister was too embarrassed at this time, and she almost hid under the seat with her head lowered.

The brightly lit city streets, pedestrians and vehicles passing by, outline a bustling scene.

Compared with the bustling outside the car, the atmosphere inside the car seems a little silent.

It's not the way to be so silent all the time. If you don't say anything, the atmosphere will probably become more and more awkward.

So, I took the initiative to speak, and I asked without any words,

"Mom, where are we going now!"

"Take you to a place!" My mother turned her head and smiled at me mysteriously, "A place I used to go to when I was in college."

"You went to college before?" I couldn't help but get curious, but I still asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Are you sure that place is still there?"

"Stinky boy!" Mom understood what I meant, turned her head angrily and gave me a blank eye, "Say that I'm old in a different way!"

"No!" I smirked shyly, then got up, put my head over her cheek and snorted, "My mom is the most beautiful in the world."

"It's driving!"

Mom stretched out her hand and pushed me, her tone was a little grumpy, but the smile on her face showed that she was very happy.

I sat back again, then stretched out my hand to wrap my sister's slender waist, and my sister drove beside me knowingly.

Warmth and warmth, this is the atmosphere that a family should have. The harmony and happiness of a family are so simple and beautiful that they do not need the envy of others, so naturally there is no reason to show off.

Soon, the car drove into the university town. When passing through the grand and grand gate, my mother couldn't help but pointed her finger at the school gate and told me an interesting story when she was studying here.

"At that time, Chongshan was not directly under the jurisdiction, and it was not as prosperous as it is now. I remember that the bus was sold by someone, and the starting price was only fifty cents..."

She told us a lot, and there is an old-fashioned car called an air charter, and when we asked her, she didn't explain much to us, because she also heard from her roommate.

"Mom, where are your roommates?" My sister's little hand was gently placed on my lap, thinking about her soft body leaning against my arms.

"All went abroad, one went to Japan, one went to Australia, and one went to the United States."

"Then do you still have contact?" Sister asked worriedly, as if thinking of something.

"No!" Mom couldn't help sighing, her expression was a little lost, "They lost contact after they went abroad."

Having said that, my mother has already started to turn the steering wheel, ready to pull over to park.

My sister and I turned our heads and looked out the window. This should be a food street, but the facilities and signs seemed very outdated.

"In the era when we were in college, this was the most prosperous place in the entire university."

After my mother parked the car, she unbuckled her seat belt while talking to my sister and I.

When did she go to college? That was at least 20 years ago. For my sister and I, 20 years is like the last century... It seems that 20 years ago was the end of the last century.

When I got out of the car, my sister gently hugged my arm and looked at the sidewalk in front of me. The floor tiles were covered with a layer of black, oil-stained things. The storefront next to them were made of fluorescent lamps and plastic film. The billboard reveals a strong sense of the times.

"It's the one in front!" The mother raised her jade hand cheerfully, and pointed to a small shop not far away with an excited smile on her face, "Crock pot noodle shop, after so many years, I didn't expect it to still be there. exist!"

Looking at the mother at this time, her face that was slightly pink because of excitement, and her body that was shaking slightly because of excitement, it was as if time had also reversed on her body, and she had returned to her girlhood, with the same dormitory. The roommates, together, tasted the rare taste belonging to Lao Chongshan in the small shop.

"Is it the same person?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know!" Mom shook her head gently, then stretched out her hand and grabbed my sister and I, "I'll see if I go and see, I hope it's still that aunt!"

"If you are called Auntie, my sister and I will have to be called Grandma!"

Being pulled by my mother, I couldn't help teasing her gently.

"You bastard!" Mom looked at me annoyed, "Why do you always imply that I'm old in all aspects today!"

"That's right!" My sister and my mother suddenly felt the same enemy, "Mom, you hit him!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" I hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I'll hit you even if I'm wrong!" After saying that, my mother reached out and patted my arm lightly.

As we walked, we made trouble, and soon we arrived at the door of the shop called 'Crock Pot Noodles'. A woman in her fifties with an apron tied around her waist saw us, and hurriedly greeted us with a smile on her face. We are greeted at the store.

My mother couldn't help being a little disappointed that she didn't see her former aunt.

Looking at the storefront, my mother tried her best to recall the scene 20 years ago. The boss years at that time were similar to the boss years at this time, and they seemed to be somewhat the same.

But she knew that the current shopkeeper was no longer the shopkeeper at that time, and that "sister" full of dialect flavor would never appear on her again.

I looked around and looked around, my mother whose eyes were slightly red, couldn't help but walked to her side with a little worry, and called her softly,

"mom?"

"It's okay!" Mom forced a smile, "Let's go, let you two little guys **** favorite delicacy back then."