The first time I didn't feel good, except for the pain. I avoided my brother, half of it was still very afraid of the matter itself, and secondly, I was really afraid of the pain. Heaven has been so good to me. On Friday afternoon, the senior brother called and said that he was going on a business trip with his mentor and would not be able to come back until eleven, so he even delayed the hosting of the party.

Although I haven't seen my brother for many days, my heart is happy. A day of hiding is a day!

In the first two days, I was quite proud, pulling fish and shopping and eating at the night market, but on the fourth day, my brother's phone did not come, and I was already scratching my heart.

As I turned around the dormitory, Yu pulled the book out of front of her eyes, revealing her black-rimmed glasses.

Hey, Iwayan-san. Are you going to practice the forbidden arts? Be careful that I'm going to report you!

It turns out that the sentence in the TV series novel, I miss you, is not hypocritical, but true. I don't know how busy my brother is, but he always comes in a hurry when he comes on the phone, let alone send me a text message. I didn't dare to disturb, so I had to wait with my temperament, so I was annoyed.

When I encountered a large homework, I quietly wiped my tears from the homework book. Fortunately, everyone sat in a separate position in the study room, or else they would have been laughed at by a few sisters to their hometown.

We booked a train ticket for the afternoon of September 30th, and my brother will be back at noon. I dragged the box up the old staircase on the second floor, and he was washing his face. I didn't change my shoes, and I was a little angry, standing at the door and waiting for him.

He tilted his head and glanced at me, wiping his face as he walked into the room. A backpack when he came out, it was all his homework. He put his bag on top of the shoe cabinet, and I turned to open the door while I was changing my shoes. He pushed it up again. My tears fell.

Missed me?

No.

So what to cry about?

Who said I cried?

I wiped away a handful of tears, turned my face away and glared at him with a pout. He didn't hesitate to take my lips. I honestly bit him. I heard a secret laugh in his throat, but he still kissed and didn't let go.

We sat side by side on bus No. 34, and my brother and I interlocked our fingers.

There are a lot of people, and my brother bowed his head and whispered in my ear, I just knew what it was like to miss someone very much.

My eyes couldn't help but turn red again, and he scratched my nose.

At night, stay at my house?

Yes?

Isn't there a car left? My mom wants me to take you home. Your mother-in-law misses you.