Until now, the figure of my brother is still intact in my mind, and it has become clearer and clearer with my thoughts day and night.

Before I talk about the fact that I am not related to him in the slightest, I hope you don't get me wrong-

The girl named Jiang Quan is not a brother control.

The so-called brother control refers to having feelings for this type of person who can be collectively referred to as "brother", in other words, a righteous brother or something can also be included in the scope, which is why I don't want to consider blood relationships.

Anyway, he has always regarded me as a sister, so as he wishes, I am his sister.

However, if I could spit out a few words with my mouth, I would definitely not say the word "brother" happily.

Cause? Reason?

I don't know, I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I can't explain it. It's just that as a deaf person who can't hear the slightest sound, I occasionally imagine that through a special course, I finally learned to speak, and when the time comes, I must talk to my brother, right?

Then, the question arises -

In terms of salutation, do you call him brother?

To my surprise, my subconscious mind instantly rejected this question without hesitation, and the fact that this fact also surprised me.

"After all, I'm not brother and sister to him." - In the end, I can only use this to perfunctory things.

Ah, by the way, there's one thing that needs to be repeated: I'm not a brother.

I do think about my brother every day, thinking about him in another city, and as to whether he misses me the same way, I can confidently answer in the negative.

It's not that I'm a woman who loves to be entangled, it's not that he's too cold-blooded and ruthless, it's just that something is different - he's different from me, he can always find new challenges in a new life, and the positive ones make people feel negative.

What about me?

I try not to judge myself with bias: sadness or happiness, always immersed in the past slice of life.

At the end of the day, I'm just a kid who can't open the door and get out of the room without a pull.

Of course, I can't be blamed for that.

Look at me in the mirror—

The fair face between the round face and the melon seed face, the slender and tender limbs, and the hair because of his original sentence "Your long hair is more cute" unintentional words, now has completely covered his shoulders, except for the slightly bulging breasts, I look like an ordinary cute ordinary girl and an ordinary high school student.

I look so ordinary, but I don't have the despicable mind to think of myself as a victim.

However, it is absolutely true that I became a victim when I had no relationship with the "perpetrator".

You can't blame me for being born, can you? I didn't get in anyone's way, did I? But from that moment on, I couldn't hear any sound, and even my first wail after birth was compressed into an ugly and silent embarrassment.

Not being able to hear became an obstacle to my contact with life, and learning to speak was something that was considered impossible for me.

After all, it took me nearly a decade to understand language alone. Eh, how many years did it take? Sorry, I can't remember.

There were so many things going on at the time, and I was exhausted to remember watching the two of them complain about each other and then get hysterical, and then be disliked and discarded by them.

The not-so-glorious past, left where it was, turned into a small, dark house, tried to accept it all, I tried my best, so next, I didn't plan to go out, in fact, I didn't have the strength to go out.

That little room was very cold and dark, and slowly, I was about to be corroded by the cold and darkness, and I became one with them, so I was really grateful and grateful to him for being able to pull me out without permission, so when I was unilaterally told that "you will be my sister and I will be your brother in the future", I did not have the slightest idea of resisting.

I'm very grateful, I always feel like I need to give something back, although everyone is relatives now, but if I don't do something, I can't feel at ease.

But in the face of the omnipotent him, I couldn't do anything, and the days passed, and in this way, in my own powerlessness, I immersed myself in this new life out of the darkness, and I have not yet come out.

Well, there's no need to go out.

Since this thing makes me feel that I have finally met a good thing in life, then why do I have to run away against my will?

Speaking of which, you should understand the reason why I said that I am not a brother, right?

It's not that I miss it all day because I like it, I don't want to be together because I like it, I just ...... I haven't stepped through that time yet.

The little sister who was spoiled by her brother said that she would marry her brother when she grew up, and the little daughter who was spoiled by her father said that she wanted to marry her father when she grew up, but when they grew up, they would find that some better people would also spoil themselves, so they easily stepped over, and then simply changed their minds.

I can't, I can't find anyone else who can make me take another step but him, so, I can't, I'm still there.

What's more, I can't stay by his side now, and I can't guarantee that I can stay by his side in the future, at this moment, if I don't work hard to stay by his side in the past, then I will never be able to move forward.

In the past few years of separation from him, even if I miss me and can't sleep peacefully on a moonlit night, I haven't contacted him, and coincidentally, he hasn't contacted me either.

The reason for my side is that I can't trust the black and white words, the words that can be mixed with lies at any time, sometimes I am afraid that it is false, and sometimes I am afraid that it will come true.

On his side—I guess—must have worked hard enough to live, and he really didn't have the time to care about me, who could live alone.

But in any case, I still really want to meet him, and for this reason, the winter vacation to meet him, even if the sky is full of snow, I feel colorful.

Tomorrow, my brother will be back......

In the last year of the orphanage's existence, he must have returned, and he told the director's mother-in-law that he would arrive tomorrow.

"Brother, come back quickly."

I stood in the empty courtyard, and the orphanage where the other younger brothers and sisters had left one after another seemed to have suddenly become several times more than ten times larger, and the emptiness was a little creepy.

The dean's mother-in-law is coaxing the last little girl who no one has taken in, Sakura, hoping that she can eat more.

My brother will be back tomorrow.

Oh, by the way, I heard that the vice president's aunt, that is, the mother-in-law's daughter, will bring her daughter back tomorrow, it seems...... It's called Asami Wakatsuki, and according to their habits, they should call her Asami-chan.

Unfortunately, I couldn't scream.

But don't worry, it's going to be lively from tomorrow.

Okay, okay, it's almost over, and then it's the annual custom to make a wish-

I hope my brother doesn't bring his girlfriend back.

Heck, he doesn't seem like someone who would think about such a thing for a while, but I'd better make another wish.

Otherwise, my dream of "my brother has never been able to find a girlfriend, there is no way, although I am a disabled person, I am still cute, just marry him, and I will always be with him in the future~" will be shattered, and my mood will become very bad because of this.

That's not good, this time, this time to be with him, I want to spend it with a smile.

Finally, in the end, I will say again, as my brother's sister, I am not a brother.