My sister can't be Ayase Little Angel

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"Ayase, have you called Ryunosuke?"

"Yes, no response. I guess I'm staying up again."

"Really? Today..." Mother's voice lowered.

My name is Ayase Aragaki, and my mother is talking to me.

Ryunosuke is my brother in name. As for why he is brother in name, don't get me wrong, he and I are brothers and sisters.

When I was in elementary school, I stopped calling him brother.It's almost three years now.

"Brother", I don't hate this title, but a brother like him...

I don't even want to hate it anymore, his sadness and joy have nothing to do with me, just a stranger.

I don't know him, and I believe he doesn't understand me.

in fact……

The old brother is still very good.

But I don't know when he was like a different person, so I disgusted him.

I shook my head gently, and started to eat my mother's breakfast, tomato omelet rice and a glass of fresh milk.

Dad turned on the TV to watch the morning news as usual.

Although my mother makes breakfast, she is not a housewife, but has a job to work.

To make breakfast, you have to get up early, which is very hard for those who go to work.

Dad also felt very sorry for his mother and wanted everyone to eat at the breakfast shop outside.But my mother refused.

Parents go to work, we go to school.

During the whole day, I basically couldn't see each other.

You can see each other for dinner in the morning, and you can stay together if you go home at night.

But after dinner, parents often have to work for a while.

Therefore, the family can only stay together during the morning and evening meals.

Mom did this to make the family more homey.

But even this little wish cannot be realized.

He often skips breakfast in the morning and sleeps with his head covered.

I didn't look at my mother's face, but from the voice, I could hear a trace of loneliness.

He often does this.

I was eating, but the chopsticks could not help but poke the plate hard.

I will go to school after breakfast, and it will take half an hour for my parents to go to work.

But because of the spring break, I don’t need to go to school now.

Usually my father would drive his mother to the work unit first, and then go to work by himself.

After eating today, I stayed with my parents a little longer.

Watching my parents get in the car and leave, I went upstairs to my room.

Looking at the house number of Ryunosuke next door, he was a little angry and kicked.

When I go to school, I buy lunch at school.

Because of my modeling work, I did not participate in club activities.

There will be work from time to time in the afternoon, but I will try to get back as soon as possible.

Because I made the dinner.

I learned cooking from my mother, but my mother's dishes are more Japanese style, and I'm more Western style.

...

...

I chatted with Tong Nai on the phone for a while, and everything else was the same as usual.

Holiday time is always fast, looking at the alarm clock, I closed the book.

It's almost time, it's time to prepare lunch.

It’s rare to have lunch at home, and today I still want to eat some homemade meals.

I have all the ingredients at home, which I bought yesterday, and today I am going to make a new dish.

After putting on my orange apron, I recalled the recipe and started to make it.

...

(), sizzle, so strange taste, not delicious, but not unpalatable.

Smile bitterly, "Oh".

Sure enough, it failed. It is always difficult to succeed the first time.

But I'm afraid it's too late to do it again.Anyway, if it’s cooked, it should be edible, right?

...

After setting the table, I was going to ask him to eat, but I didn’t want him to eat the food I cooked, especially the failed product.

Looking at the door of his room, the outstretched hand stopped for a moment, then knocked on and shouted.

Humph ╭(╯^╰)╮, some are good to eat.

However, there was no response.

I knocked a lot, but still didn't say yes.

Even if I stay up late, I don’t eat breakfast at most. I will definitely eat lunch.

Are you out?No, it's not.

Even if it was him, he would still say "I'm out" before going out. Did I not hear it?

Knocked on the door for a while and called a few times, but there was still no movement.

I hesitated, but I still had to make sure, and tried to twist the door, but it didn't lock.

When I opened the door, my eyes had time to adjust to the darkness. First, a stinking smell irritated my nose. I couldn't help but step back, frowning, which was too exaggerated.

I seemed to see a purple horror smell in the room, and I felt uncomfortable.Nuwa Book Library www.newbookku.com

Certainly not the influence of some strange force.

Anyone who sees such a dirty room will frown and disgust. It is a kind of physical and psychological disgust.

To be honest, although I haven't entered his room for a long time, the level of mess is as I expected, or even worse.

He climbed on the low table in the center of the room, motionless.

There are several glass bottles on the table, and the label should be wine.

He actually drank alcohol.

Are you drunk?

Looking at the many clutter, I reluctantly separated a path.

He did not open the curtains, and the room looked a little dark.

A chill came.

I touched my arm with my right hand, and I have got goose bumps. I have the urge to ignore him.

But after hesitating, he walked in slowly.

Watching him lie on the low table, face to the window, wearing strange clothes.

I yelled several times behind him, but there was still no response.Finally yelled "It's dinner".

Still no response.

I decided to shake him.

But this is only a bad idea. You don't want to hang on to someone who hasn't bathed for a year.

However, there was no response, and it was very hot.

I had a bad feeling and put my hand on his head.

not good.

Have a fever.

Turned out to have a fever.

Wouldn't it be like this in the morning, or had a fever last night?

I feel a little flustered. If I have a fever for so long, I am afraid it will be fatal.

I should have found out in the morning.

You have to find a doctor quickly.

I called Miss Yoshida’s clinic, but said that the appointment was already in the afternoon.

I hung up the phone fiercely, what a joke.

I called Miss Yoshida's cell phone again, but no one answered.

Damn it, I had to go to the clinic.

After pulling him to bed reluctantly, with a cold towel on his head.

I ignored the overturned vase on the shoe cabinet at the entrance and ran to Miss Yoshida.

Miss Yoshida is a private clinic, only 6 or 7 minutes away.

She is a double doctorate.

Like the doctor who hates many famous doctors.I work in the hospital from Monday to Friday, and spend weekends in my private clinic.

She is very trusted by her parents and sometimes comes to the house as a guest. I am also familiar with her.

Passing through the nurse in front of the reception, rushed to the diagnosis room, she just came out from inside, waved to let the nurse who stopped me go down.

I bent over and put my hands on my knees and gasped, but I couldn't take a lot of rest, so I said quickly:

"Miss Yoshida, Ryunosuke has a fever. I hate that he might have a fever last night.

Please, please help him."

"So, Ayase, wait a minute."

Miss Yoshida glanced at the patient in the waiting room outside, and then quickly explained a few words to the nurse next to her.

Go in immediately, get the medicine box and follow me.

After all, it was not as good as Tong Na. After only running for a while, I felt a bit hot in my throat.

But she still ran after Miss Yoshida, she knew the place.

There was nothing to say all the way, only the sound of running and breathing.

Going upstairs, I pointed to him lying on the bed in the room.

Then, my head was a little dizzy,

Sitting weakly against the door frame in the hallway, panting.The hot suffocation is more intense.

Disgusting and uncomfortable.

For a long time, the dizziness passed, and when I recovered, there was a bottle of water in front of me.

Looking at the physiological saline that Sister Yoshida received, she couldn't help but smile, and took a sip and said:

"How's it going?"

"It's a bit serious. I have taken care of it. I took the medicine and received an injection. I am now undergoing an infusion.

Don't worry, the fever will almost go away this afternoon."

"That's good." I was relieved and wiped the sweat from the corners of my eyebrows.

"After hanging this bottle, change the small bottle first and then the last bottle. The medicine is on the table and take according to the instructions. If you have any problems at night, call me."

"Thank you, sister Yoshida." I leaned on the door frame and stood up slowly.

Sister Yoshida touched my head and said, "Ayase, then I will leave first. There are still patients in the clinic."

I watched sister Yoshida go downstairs.

When I turned around, I realized that I was still wearing an apron. I looked at his messy room again, a little annoyed.

Sister Yoshida must be laughed at.

He shook his head and looked at him lying on the bed.

The sweat soaked the clothes on his chest, and the blue anti-fever patch was attached to his forehead, and his face was still a little uncomfortable.

My mood is very complicated, and at the end, I can only sigh.

Even such a brother would still be worried.