Chu Yuan still mentioned the thing that happened five years ago that I could never let go.

‘That year, I was hospitalized because I made him angry, but he refused to beat me and didn’t want to scold me. He often hid himself secretly and was sad. He no longer went home on time and stopped talking to me. When he was in front of his parents, he would force himself to smile at me. Although I was only eleven years old at that time, I could feel what his seemingly innocent smile meant. He always forced himself to mature and regarded me as a child and an ignorant sister to convince himself.

I don't lose my temper with me, so the three words I hate the most are 'child'. The thing I hate the most is that I can only be his sister. In order to prove that I am not a child, I am a big girl like Xiao Zi, whether I quarrel with him or act coquettishly, I sat outside the house all night waiting for him to come home. I don't remember very clearly about the things that day. There are only three things I can remember: the snow is very heavy, the weather is very cold, and I didn't wait for him...'[]

This is the first time I've heard that thing from Chu Yuan. Whether during her hospitalization or after she was discharged, everyone had a tacit understanding of selectiveness. The old man and stepmother never blamed me from beginning to end, and even asked me why Chu Yuan's suicide. In addition to the question of "Brother is he going home?" when he woke up, Chu Yuan also deleted that memory from his brain, so that every time I was threatened by her, "If you don't appear in front of me in xx minutes, I will roll the stairs." Yunyun, I can't help but wonder if she was sitting in the snow all night. I was a nightmare that Xiao Zi had just left when she was absent-minded and confused.

I admit that guilt has worn away my courage, and luckily made me give up my rationality, so I kept escaping and then didn't dare to prove a question I was actually extremely curious about: Chu Yuan was almost killed by me, why didn't she hate me, and why didn't her parents blame me?

Now, I found the answer-

‘When I was unconscious in the hospital, my father and mother peeked at the diary I hid at home. Later, my mother told me that it was no longer my diary, but the diary I wrote for my brother, because the content of each article was him, I was either reading him or thinking about him, thinking about what he was thinking when he was in a daze today, or complaining that Sister Xiao Zi secretly kissed him before she woke him up this morning. On the way to school, they held hands again, Sister Xiao Zi lied and said that there was only one blueberry-flavored ice cream left, and then the two of them ate together...

My mother said that only when I like someone, I will keep looking at him, thinking about him, and not like the girls around him, and I will keep learning from her everywhere.

So I never dared to write him into my diary again, because I knew that my parents would continue to peek at my diary because I was their daughter and my brother and I were brothers and sisters.

So I never dare to stick to my brother anymore. In front of him, I always pretend to be very fierce and annoying. I was afraid that he would feel that I like him, so I would ignore me again.

I also hope that when he gets angry with me, he can beat me and scold me. I hate that smile he always tolerate. It is a proof that he doesn't like me, or that his brother loves his sister. I don't want to be the eternal child in his eyes, nor do I want to be his serious and eternal younger sister.'

Chu Yuan did not admit to her parents that she had a love relationship with her brother. Later, she was always fierce and cold to me. It turned out that there was some concealment, but I just didn't know if my parents believed it...

I think I should believe it, otherwise I would be as clever as I am. Why have I never noticed that they were wary of my relationship with Chu Yuan? Even if there was only a little bit of suspicion, they would not agree that Chu Yuan, who had already become a big girl, came to live with me, a bachelor in the 'estrus' period, and gave us such a large space to live together, but ignored us, right? Since Chu Yuan moved to my place, my parents seem to have never come to my house on their own initiative...

But if they believe it, why do stepmothers always make some inappropriate jokes about my relationship with Chu Yuan?

My parents are experts, and I can't guess what they think, but one thing is certain. After Chu Yuan was seriously ill, their silence was because they peeked at her diary. They should have wanted to find the reason for Chu Yuan's "suicide", but by accident, they discovered the stinky girl's brother's tendency to control her. She didn't mention it afterwards. She was afraid that I would think randomly...

For example, after knowing Chu Yuan’s mind, I turned to the sister-controlled development, and then the sky and the earth were out of control...

My buddy, that situation is like now...

I'll look down—

‘After the age of eleven, I still insist on writing a diary, but even if the life recorded on the page is dense, it always has incomplete incompleteness, because without him and my mood. It turns out that it is really like what my mother said. I have been watching him and thinking about him. Without his notes, it is like a meal without salt. No matter how good it looks, it is tasteless.

So after I was eleven, I was just writing a diary. I never had the urge to read it again. Instead, I was full of fear about it. Although I was so happy every day, I couldn't find his name in my memories, and I still felt it was too scary.

If I can't find him in my life, it must be even more terrible.

Today, I have experienced life and death and thus understand a truth: the reason why people work hard to live is to create memories.

Therefore, I decided that I would write a diary again, write a diary that belongs only to me and him. I would have him in every article in the diary, just like he has him every day in life. Therefore, the name of this diary is called "The Little Perverted Brother Control Diary"-

If loving him is wrong, I would rather be a little pervert who makes mistakes to the end.

If I was not wrong with loving him, I would rather be called a brother-controlled pervert, because only losers would call me that.

If loving him is wrong, I would rather be a little pervert who makes mistakes to the end... I was moved by reading this sentence.

If I love him, I would rather be called a brother-controlled pervert, because only losers would call me that... After reading this last sentence, I collapsed...

The stinky girl always says that she is a "little pervert". I was so stupid that she thought she was self-deprecating, but it turned out to be an ideal!

Brother Control Diary? Is this clearly planning to write "The Conqueror Diary" or "The Sister Control Diary"?

There are only these words in the document "write before the brother-control diary", and there is no diary content afterwards. Either she hasn't decided to start writing from one day, or she hasn't had time to write today.

As soon as I turned off my laptop, Chu Yuan rushed out of the bedroom in her pajamas. When she saw me, she sat in front of her computer. The stinky girl blushed and said in panic: "Did you use my computer?"

I don’t lie about big things, but there are occasional exceptions for small things, such as now, “I’m about to use it, what’s wrong?”

"I won't use it for you!" Chu Yuan picked up the book, hugged it tightly in his arms, and stammered: "I haven't used it yet, I'll lend it to you later."

When the stinky girl lent me the book again, the little perverted diary disappeared from the desktop as expected. I didn't have any trouble finding it. This girl's ability to hide things is much better than mine. She can easily find the adult action movies I hid in the computer, and find the shameful paintings of Dongfang hidden in her computer full of subjective fantasies of girls. However, the things she hid, whether in the computer or under the bed, were rarely discovered. For example, I know that she still has a lot of coveted by me... Cough, it was the 18+ ban + publications that I forced her to destroy, and it was stored somewhere in her room, but I just couldn't find them. Instead, I sneaked in several times and was caught by Sister Hu who was temporarily sleeping in her room, thinking that I was going to steal her underwear...

It is even harder to find something hidden in the computer. She added a secret, and it would be useless to find it. What's more, the diary belongs to personal **, and peeping at personal ** is a crime. My buddy's awareness is not that low, at least not always so low.

I lay in the quilt, listening to the flow of hot spring water under the tatami, browsing the Internet, and already browsing news about the case tonight. But I don’t know if it was because of the third lady’s energy, or the Beitian government or the police’s ability to cover it up, the report was actually a ‘serious traffic accident’, and there was no mention of the kidnapping and shooting.

Sister Hu explained that this was because after realizing the accident, Min Rou immediately organized manpower to block the road, which could be regarded as indirectly blocking the way the news spread. I was half teasing and half teasing, and said that it was because your police were efficient in doing things. She cleaned up the scene so quickly and took away the body. Sister Hu ignored me and gave me a blank look, turned over, and said, Ignore you, I will sleep.

In the Japanese-style bedroom, I slept in tatami. This girl didn't warn me not to crawl into her bed before going to bed. Isn't it too careless?

I want to sleep too, but I turned my head and saw Chu Yuan sitting cross-legged with her pillow, without saying anything, like a pitiful little cat abandoned in a cardboard box, blinking Shui Lingling's big eyes at me. I sighed, lifted up the quilt, and said, "Don't wet the bed..."

"No," Chu Yuan smiled and crawled into my bed, "I am a lady."

But the facts prove that the best brother is to know the sister...

Facts also prove that a lady may not not wet the bed...
Chapter completed!