Chapter 31 Housework (1)

Such things may be very common in this world. I have never had a good impression of my sister's fiancé, and I even think it is really doubtful that my sister will decide to marry such a man.To be frank, I was disappointed.Perhaps this kind of thinking is caused by my narrow personality. At least my sister thinks so.Although we don't talk about it on the surface, but I am not very satisfied with her fiancé, and my sister understands it very well. She also feels very unhappy about my thoughts. "Your view of things is too narrow" sister said to me. We were talking about pasta at the time, and she must have meant that my view of pasta was too narrow!

But, of course, my sister didn't just focus on the spaghetti issue. Before the spaghetti, she had her fiancé, so in fact, what the younger sister was referring to should be the fiancé's issue.This situation is the so-called exploit. It all started when my sister invited me to eat pasta at noon on Sunday, because I also kind of wanted to eat pasta, so I said casually, "Okay!" So we walked into a newly opened pasta restaurant in front of the station. I ordered spaghetti with tomato and onion, and my sister ordered traditional pasta bolognese. I drank beer until the noodles were served, so far no problems.It was a Sunday in May and the weather was very sunny.

The problem was the taste of the spaghetti that arrived. The surface of the pasta looked cooked, but the core was still hard. The cream seemed to be faked from boiled dog food. I barely ate half of the plate and gave up. My sister looked up at me, and without saying a word, she still slowly finished the noodles on her plate.At this time, I drank the second can of beer while admiring the scenery outside the window. "Hey! Why can't we finish eating so much left? What a pity!" My sister said after she finished eating the noodles on her plate. "Too bad!" I replied.

"Eat more than half of it, it shouldn't be too bad, as long as you have a little patience, you can finish it!" "Eat when you want to eat, don't eat when you don't want to eat, this is my stomach, not yours!" "This store has just opened, and the kitchen may not be proficient, so you can be a little more tolerant, can't you?" The younger sister looked at the light-tasting coffee that came with the meal and said. "Although what you said makes sense, it's common sense to keep food that doesn't taste good." I explained to her.

"When did you become so great?" said my sister. "Are you uncomfortable after hearing that?" I said, "You have such a bad tone, is it your menstrual period?" "It's disgusting! Please don't say any more weird things! You didn't say that before." "What's the matter? I know exactly when your first menstrual period came. I remember that your first menstruation was very late, and mom went to the doctor with you?" "No one will think you're dumb if you shut up and don't talk!" she said. I knew she was really angry, so I had to listen to her and keep my mouth shut.

"Probably because your views on things are too extreme!" She said while adding some creamer to the water in the coffee. This cup of coffee must be too bad. "No matter what you just find out the shortcomings and criticize them wildly, you don't even look at the good things. As long as it doesn't meet your standards, you ignore it at all. From the perspective of others, this kind of situation is crazy!" "This is my own life, not yours!" I said. "But you hurt people with your words, and deliberately make trouble for others! You are a guy who can only masturbate!"

"Masturbation!" I said, startled. "What the hell are you talking about?" "When you were in high school, you used to masturbate a lot. Every time you dirty your underwear, you should also know that it is very tiring to wash those things, but you do it over and over again. You didn't mean to give people Trouble?" "I will be more careful in the future!" I said, "Don't mention this matter again, I have my own life, there are things I like, and there are things I hate, this is something I can't change myself!" "But, you can't hurt people!" My sister said.

"Why don't you work a little harder? Why don't you look at the good? Why don't you be patient? Why haven't you grown?" "I'm growing up!" I feel like I've been hurt. "I also ask myself to be more patient and look at the bright side, but my point of view is different from yours!" "Arrogance is the only word to describe your situation, so you are still looking for an inappropriate partner at the age of twenty-seven!" "I have a girlfriend!" "Those people are just sleeping!" said the sister. "Isn't it? Change a sleeping partner every year, so that you can feel happy? There is no ideal, no love, and no mutual understanding. What's the point of this? It's no different from masturbation, right?"

"How can I change it every year?" I have no energy to say. "It means exactly the same thing!" said the sister. "Can you think a little bit more seriously, live a little more serious life, and act a little bit like an adult?" Our conversation ended here, and from then on, no matter what I said, she was unwilling to answer. Why does she have such extreme thoughts on me?I don't quite know either.About a year ago, was still living with me very happily, and never contradicted my ideas.She would start criticizing me after she met her fiancé. This kind of thing is very unfair. I have been with her for twenty-three years. Although we have discussed everything frankly, we are still a pair of brothers and sisters who have a very good relationship and almost never quarrel. shelf.She knows about my masturbation, I know about her menarche; she knows about my first condom purchase (when I was seventeen), and I know about her first purchase of lace panties thing (when she was nineteen).

I dated her friends (didn't go to bed, of course) and she dated mine (and I guess didn't go to bed), so we grew up in very much the same environment .Such a friendly relationship began to deteriorate a year ago, and I get more and more angry when I think about it. My sister said that I would go to the department store in front of the station to look at shoes, so I had to go back to the apartment alone.Then I called my girlfriend, but she wasn't home, which was a given, because I never called her out of the blue at two o'clock on a Sunday afternoon to ask her out. I put down the phone, flipped through the notepad, and found another girl's phone number. This is a female college student who knows where there is a disco, and she is at home.

"Come out and have a drink!" I invited her. "It's only two o'clock in the afternoon!" she said impatiently. "Time is not a problem! Come out and drink some camsi, it will be dark soon." I said. "I know a bar famous for watching the sunset. If you go after three o'clock in the afternoon, you won't be able to find a good seat." "What a nuisance you are!" she said. But she still came out, probably a kind person! I drove the car along the coast until near Yokohama. As agreed, I went to a bar with a view of the sea. Here I drank four glasses of IW Harbor on the rocks, and she drank two glasses of banana fruit wine and watched the sunset. "Can you still drive after drinking so much?" she asked worriedly. "Don't worry," I said. "I drink very well, four drinks are nothing!" "Forget it, you love bragging!" she said. Then we went back to Yokohama for dinner, I kissed her in the car and invited her to the hotel, she said: No! "I'm on my period, and I'm still wearing a tampon!" "Just take it off!" "Stop joking, there are two days left!" never mind!I thought to myself.What day is it today!If I had known that this kind of thing would happen, I wouldn't have asked her out.It's been a long time since I spent a leisurely day with my sister. I originally planned to stay with her at home this Sunday. "I'm sorry! But, I never lied to you!" said the girl. "It's okay, don't worry about it, it's not that you're wrong, it's that I'm wrong." "What does my menstrual period have to do with you being unwell?" "The correct way to say it is that I shouldn't be looking for you at this time!" I said. Is it really?Do I really have to know the menstrual period of a girl I don't know well? I drove him back to Shigutian's home, the car kept rattling, and I sighed and thought: Maybe it's time to send it to the garage for a refurbishment! It seems that as long as one thing does not go well, the whole day will develop in a chain of bad directions. "Will I be able to ask you out anytime soon?" I asked. "A date? Or a hotel?" "Both!" I said frankly. "If you put it that way, it's more consistent, like a toothbrush and brushing your teeth." "Yeah! That's the right idea!" she said. "If you think about it that way, your mind won't age," I said. "How about going to your house? Can't we play?" "No, because my sister and I live together. We have already agreed that I can't bring girls home, and my sister can't bring boys back." "Is it really my sister?" "Of course it's true, otherwise I'll show you the account book next time!" She smiled. I waited until the girl disappeared through the gate of her house before I restarted the engine and went back to my apartment.Along the way, the rattling sound of the engine kept ringing in my ears. The room was completely dark. I unlocked the car and called out my sister's name, but she was not in the room. I thought to myself, it's past ten o'clock, where will she go? Then I went to look for the evening paper, but I couldn't find it, because today is Sunday and no newspaper is delivered. I took a bottle of beer from the fridge and carried it to the living room along with the mug.Turn on the VCR and watch the new series.While drinking beer, I controlled the volume switch, but no matter what, I couldn't hear the sound.Only then did I realize that the video recorder had broken down three days ago. Even though I turned on the TV, the sound still couldn’t come out. In the absence of a better alternative, I watched silent TV and drank beer. The TV is showing an ancient war movie. The chariots of the Roman Empire are on an expedition to Africa. The artillery chariots fire silent cannons, and the automatic guns also emit silent bullets. People die silently. well!never mind!I sighed again, probably the sixteenth sigh of the day! My sister and I live together, it started in the spring about five years ago!I was twenty-two and my sister was eighteen; in other words I just graduated from college and was looking for a job, and my sister just graduated from high school, Ready to go to college.My parents said that if they lived with me, they would allow my younger sister to go to Tokyo to study at university. My sister said: It doesn't matter.I also said: whatever.So my parents found us a spacious apartment with one room, and I paid half of the rent. As mentioned above, my sister and I have a very good relationship, and living together will never make me feel any pain.Because I work in the advertising department of an electric motor manufacturing company, I go to work late in the morning and return home late at night; my sister goes to school early in the morning and returns home in the evening.Therefore, often when I wake up, she has gone out; when I return home, she has fallen asleep again; plus I spend Saturdays and Sundays on dates with girls, so I only have time with her during the week. To say a few words, however, I think this situation is very beneficial to us, because we have almost no time to quarrel, and no time to interfere in each other's private affairs. Although I think she may have a lot of unusual things happen, but I don't want to say it at all. She is already a girl over eighteen years old. If she wants to sleep with someone, I have no right to interfere. However, once from one to three in the middle of the night, I kept holding his hand firmly.I came home after get off work and saw her sitting at the kitchen table crying, and I figured she was sitting at the kitchen table crying, probably wanting to ask for something from me!Otherwise, she just needs to sit on her own bed and cry, so why let me see it?Although I am indeed a winged and self-willed person, I can still imagine such a thing. So, I sat next to her and gently held her hand.Holding my sister's hand has never happened since I went to catch dragonflies together in elementary school. My sister's hand is much bigger than what I remember—of course it was a very long time ago. As a result, she just sat like this and cried for two hours without saying a word.I was really surprised that there were so many tears accumulated in her body. If it was me, my whole body would dry up within two minutes of crying. However, by three o'clock I was starting to feel a little tired, and I couldn't keep going if it wasn't over. At this time, as an elder brother, I can't say a word. Although I don't know what happened to her, I still speak. "I don't want to interfere with your life at all!" I said. "What kind of life do you want to live, just live it according to your own preferences!" My sister nodded. "However, I have always wanted to give you a piece of advice. It is best to keep a condom in your purse at all times. Of course you are different from those prostitutes." Hearing what I said, she casually picked up the phone book on the table, and suddenly threw it at me forcefully. "Why are you peeking at my purse!" She cursed loudly. I knew she was extremely angry at this moment, so in order not to provoke her any further, I certainly couldn't tell her that I had never peeked at her purse. However, she had stopped crying anyway, and I was able to go back to my room and get under the covers. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ After graduating from college, my younger sister worked as a traveler, but our lifestyle has not changed at all.Her working hours are from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm, which is very regular, while my working hours are different from ordinary people. I enter the office at noon, and then sit at the desk while reading newspapers and eating lunch. The real work starts around two o'clock. In the evening, I have to go to an advertising company to discuss business, drink and socialize. I have to go home late at night every day. In the summer vacation of the first year of working in a travel agency, she went on a sightseeing trip to the west coast of the United States with a girlfriend (of course, the travel expenses were paid in installments).During this trip to the United States, she met a computer engineer who was much older than him.After returning to Japan, I still see him often.Although this kind of thing is very common, it is absolutely impossible to happen to me, because I am not interested in this kind of crazy big purchase tour group at all. Since dating the computer engineer, my sister seems to be more cheerful than before, and the housework is tidy, and her dress is very different from before. She used to like to wear work clothes, or jeans, and khaki skirts, but now she puts on Brightly colored dresses, and each piece of clothing is washed by hand, ironed carefully, and often cooks and cleans the room by myself.I think this is a very dangerous symptom. If a boy sees this symptom in a girl, there are usually two reactions, one is to run away immediately, and the other is to immediately make a decision to get married. Later, my sister showed me a photo of that computer engineer. This was the first time my sister showed me a photo of her boyfriend. This is also a dangerous sign. There are two photos, one of which was taken at the beach in San Francisco. My sister and the engineer are standing side by side, both of them smiling. "What a beautiful coastline!" I said. "Stop kidding!" said my sister. "I'm very serious." "What do you want me to say?" "You better not say anything!" Let me take a closer look at the photo in my hand. If there is such a face in the world that is so annoying at first glance, it is this kind of face.Moreover, this kind of computer technician looks very similar to the club senior I hated the most in high school. Although he looks good, he deliberately pretends to be shrewd and domineering. "How many times have you slept together?" I asked. "What nonsense are you talking about?" My sister said, her face flushed. "Please don't always judge the world by your own yardstick. Do you think everyone in the world is the same as you?" The second photo was taken after returning to Japan. There is only one computer engineer in the photo. He is wearing a leather vest and leaning on a large motorcycle with a hard hat on the seat. This face His expression was exactly the same as in San Francisco, probably because he never had any other expressions. "He likes riding motorcycles very much," said my sister. "I can see that," I said. "Anyone who doesn't like riding motorcycles wouldn't wear a leather vest like this." I—probably caused by my extreme personality—don’t like people who like to ride motorcycles, because most of these people are more proud and like to put on airs; but, for the person in the photo, I don’t like Don't want to criticize. I quietly returned the photo to my sister. "But..." I said. "But what?" said my sister. "But what are you going to do?" "I don't know! Maybe I will marry him!" "Did he propose to you?" "Yeah!" she said. "But I haven't answered him yet." "Yeah!" I said. "To be honest, it's because I feel like I've just started working, and I want to play freely by myself. Of course, it's different from your overly extreme thinking." "It should be said to be a sound idea." I say emphatically. "However, I think he is a good man, and it would be nice to marry him," said my sister. "So I wanted to ask your opinion." I picked up Zhuo Shang's photo and looked at it carefully again, thinking to myself: "Let's forget it!" It's just before Christmas. Not long after Chinese New Year, one morning at around nine o'clock, my mother called, and I was listening to Bruce.Springsteen's "Born in America" ​​while brushing his teeth. My mother asked me if I knew about my sister's boyfriend. I don't know, I said. The mother said that she received a letter from her sister, saying that her sister would take the man home with her in two weeks. "Don't you want to get married!" I said. "So I want to ask what kind of person it is," Mom said. "I wish I could get to know him a little better before we meet." "Well! Because I haven't met him before, I don't know much about this person. I only know that he is an old engineer who seems to work for IBM or some other company. The company's name is three letters of English. Or NEC, or NTT. I’ve only seen pictures, he’s not the best looking, and I’m not getting married, so I’m not interested in him.” "Which university did you graduate from? Where do you live?" "How would I know this?" I said. "Aren't you going to meet him and find out?" "I don't like doing this kind of thing, I'm too busy with work, won't you ask him after we meet in two weeks?" As a result, I met the computer technician before my mother. On the following Sunday, my sister said that she would go to his house for an official visit, and I had no choice but to agree to accompany her.Put on a white shirt, tie, and your favorite suit, and head to his house.It was a very luxurious house in the middle of an old residential street, and a 500 CC motorcycle that was often seen in photos was parked in the yard. "Wow! Such a high-end residence!" "I really want to ask you today, don't joke anymore, can you be more serious?" said the younger sister. "Yes! Yes!" I said. His parents are very well-behaved—slightly too well-behaved to become a little serious—and very powerful people. His father was an important cadre of an oil company. My father owned an oil chain store in Shizuoka, so this On the one hand, the relationship between us is not too far away. His mother came out with tea on a fancy plate. After I greeted them politely, I handed over my business card and explained to them that my parents were supposed to come to visit, but they happened to be unable to come today because of something, so I was the agent. Come and meet you two. "I've heard my son say it several times, and it's true when I saw it today. She is a beautiful little girl, and I know she must be a good girl." said his father. I thought to myself that he must have investigated in great detail.Perhaps even sixteen years old without menarche and suffering from constipation, I know all about it! After these polite conversations were over, his father poured me a glass of brandy, which tasted so delicious. While we were drinking and talking about our respective jobs, my sister kicked me in her slippers. Remind me not to drink too much. At this time, the son of the computer technician did not say a word, and sat nervously beside his father. He could be seen at a glance. In this roof, he was completely dominated by his father. He was wearing a dress that I had never seen before. , a sweater with a very strange style, and a shirt with a very inconsistent color inside the sweater, which makes people think that this boy is very strange. After the conversation came to an end, I looked at my watch. It was already four o'clock, so I stood up and prepared to leave. The computer technician took the two of us to the station. "Would you like to find a place to drink tea together?" He invited me and my sister.Although I'm not interested in drinking tea, and I don't want to be at the same table with a boy wearing such a strange sweater, but categorically refusing might make him feel embarrassed, so I agreed with the three of us to drink tea at a nearby coffee shop. Both he and his sister ordered coffee and beer, but there was no beer here, so I had no choice but to drink coffee too. "Thank you so much for today, it was a great help!" I thank you. "If it's there, that's what I should do." I said in an adult's tone, because I didn't have any extra energy to make jokes. "I often hear her talking about my eldest brother." brother? I dig the ear with the handle of the coffee spoon and put it back on the table.Then my sister kicked me again, but I think the computer technician probably didn't understand the meaning of this action. "Seeing that you two have such a good relationship, I really envy you," he said. "We kick each other's feet whenever there's something happy and interesting," I said. The computer technician looked puzzled. "He's kidding!" The younger sister said not very happily. "That's how he talks!" "I'm just kidding," I said too. "When two people live together, they have to share housework with each other. What she gets is doing laundry, and what I get is telling jokes." The computer technician—correctly named Noboru Watanabe—smiled a little more reassuringly. "Wouldn't it be nice to have a brighter atmosphere? I also want to have such a family. A brighter atmosphere is the most important thing." "That's right!" I said to my sister: "A bright atmosphere is the most important thing, you are too neurotic." "Stop joking around," said my sister. "I want to get married in the fall as much as possible," said Noboru Watanabe. "It's best to hold the wedding ceremony in the fall," I said. "You can also ask the chinchilla and the big bear to join in." The computer technician laughed, but my sister didn't. She seemed really angry.Therefore, I said that I had something else to do, and then I got up and left. After returning to the apartment, I called my mother and explained the general situation of the whole incident. "The boy isn't all that bad." I said while digging my ears. "What do you mean by not so bad?" "It means that people are honest, at least compared to me." "Of course there is no comparison with you," said the mother. "I'm so glad to hear you say that about me, thank you!" I said while looking at the ceiling. "So, which university did he graduate from?" "the University?" "Which university did you graduate from? The computer engineer." "You can ask the person concerned about this kind of thing." As I said that, I hung up the phone. Then he took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and drank alone in a very depressed mood. The day after my spaghetti fight with my sister, I slept in until 8:30am. Like the day before, there were no dark clouds in the sky, and it was a fine day. I felt as if it was a continuation of yesterday, and my life, which was interrupted in the night, started again. I threw my sweat-soaked nightgown and panties in the laundry sink, showered, and shaved.While shaving, thinking about the girl from last night, I was really annoyed.However, it is really helpless to encounter such irresistible things.However, there is still a chance in the future, and maybe everything will go well next Sunday. I went to the kitchen to toast two slices of bread and boiled a pot of coffee. I wanted to listen to the FM program, but thought that the monitoring system of the video recorder was broken, so I had to give up.Instead, read the reading section of the newspaper while gnawing on bread. None of the new books introduced in the reading column is what I want to read. The books there are either about "the sex life caused by the intersection of fantasy and reality of old Jews", or about the historical investigation of schizophrenia treatment. I understand why the editors of the newspaper chose such a strange book to introduce. After eating a piece of hard-toasted bread, I put the newspaper back on the table when I noticed a note under the jam jar.On the note was my younger sister’s usual handwriting, and she wrote: Because Watanabe Sheng was going to have dinner with them on Sunday night, so I hope I can stay at home and have dinner with them. I finished my breakfast, picked out the crumbs from my shirt, put the cutlery in the sink, and called the travel agency where my sister was at work. After my sister received the call: "I'm very busy right now, I'll call you in ten minutes." Twenty minutes later, I really called. In the twenty minutes, I did a total of forty-three push-ups, cut twenty nails on my hands and feet, put on my shirt, tie, and trousers. , and brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and yawned twice. "Did you see my message?" My sister said. "Look!" I said, "But, this is really terrible. I have already made an appointment with someone else this Sunday. It would be great if I could talk about it earlier. It is a pity that I only know now."