My sister deliberately fell behind, but she couldn't show any reluctance on her face. After all, this was the first thing she proposed, and she forced me to agree to it.

Now I said yes, but she was cowardly at the last moment.

Seeing that I took my sister to the door, and her previous excitement and desire had all disappeared, and the only thing left was a deep hesitation.

"What's the matter?" I looked at her helplessly, "You don't want to back down from the battle!"

"Dang, of course not!" My sister was still stubborn, "I'm just, just..."

"Just what?" I put my face in front of her, and the tip of my nose had already touched the tip of her nose.

"Nothing!" My sister shook her head and bit her lip hard, "Let's go!"

After speaking, she took the initiative to take me to the front of the counter in a heroic mood as if she was about to set foot on the battlefield.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" the lady in uniform asked politely behind the counter.

"I, we..."

If I wanted to open a room, my sister still couldn't say it, so she turned around and ran behind me, put her hands on my waist, and pushed me forward.

"Open a big bed room!" I smiled and winked at Miss.

The young lady's comprehension ability is quite good, she immediately understood what I meant, so she understood the test and responded, "Sorry sir, there is no queen room anymore!"

"No more!" The elder sister hiding behind me suddenly stuck her head out, "Brother, no more, what should I do?"

"It's okay!" I smiled at my sister, and then continued to ask her, "What about the double room?"

"Double, double room!" Sister repeated stutteringly.

"There is a double room!" Miss Sister looked at me with a bewildered expression, "But sir, do you really want it?"

I nodded, then reached out and grabbed my sister who was hiding behind me, "ID card!"

My sister reluctantly took out the ID card in her pocket.

"Do you live alone?" The little sister took her ID card and began to operate on the computer while bowing her head.

"two!"

"Mister, please show your ID card too!" Miss Sister looked up at me.

"He didn't bring it!" Before I could speak, my sister immediately pointed to me and answered, "Is it possible to check in without an ID card, then we won't be able to stay!"

Saying that, my sister grabbed the ID card on the counter and dragged me out of the lobby.

When I got out of the gate, my sister let me go, then walked to the side and squatted on the ground with her face covered.

I walked over gently, reached out and touched her head, but didn't speak.

After a long time, my sister's muffled voice came out.

"I don't have the face to meet anyone!"

"Why?" I bent down and squatted beside her, stroking her smooth jade back through the clothes.

"I feel like I'm really useless!" My sister's voice was a little choked, "I thought I was ready to do anything with you, but, I..."

She really can't go on talking about the next words. She is the one who screams the most fiercely on weekdays, but when she really faces that step, she is the first to be counseled.

"I always knew you weren't ready!" I smiled and rubbed her hairy head. "Show you something!"

Saying that, I put my hand into my pocket.

"What!" My sister still refused to look up at me.

"You won't know until you see it!" I gently twisted her pink ears, "Look at it!"

My sister raised her head a little embarrassedly, just glanced at it, and couldn't wait to grab the plastic sheet in my hand,

"Your ID? You always have it?"

I looked at it dotingly, smiled and nodded.

"Then just now... why did you say you didn't bring it, if you said you did, we'll..."

"Because you're not ready!"

I turned my head to look at the square, where it was filled with dense figures and colorful lights from various toys.

"Also, I don't think being in a hotel for the first time would be a good experience."

"Then where do you think it's better!"

"in a……"

I tilted my head and thought about it,

"In a warm place, we can live for a long time, or even if we can't live for a long time, that place will be preserved for us for a long time, and even if it is not preserved for a long time, every time we recall that place, we will also It's the kind of nostalgic, warm feeling, obviously, a place like a hotel where people come and go, can't give us that feeling."

"Then this place is...?"

My sister turned her head and looked at me curiously.

"Your room, your bed!"

I said to my sister seriously, so my sister's pretty face became hot.

"Why is it mine, what about yours?"

"Mine is fine too!" I nodded lightly, with a very serious expression on my face, "but definitely not a place like a hotel."

"I'm going to bed!" My sister suddenly stood up.

"Then go back!" I followed her and stood up.

Sister didn't speak, just nodded, and then raised Bai Nen's little hand in front of me, the meaning is self-evident.

I grasped her little hand knowingly, then took her, and took a taxi back to school.

Although I went back and forth with my sister, I think that from now on, she will never again shout about going out to open a room with me.

In fact, when I arrived at the door of the hotel, not only was she cowardly, but I was also very entangled in my heart. It was a very complicated emotion, including longing, excitement, tension, and loss...

That feeling is very indescribable.

A lot of times, my sister and I feel that, apart from doing that kind of thing, the relationship between the two of us is already close and can't be closer.

In such a close relationship, it stands to reason that no matter what you do, it should be a matter of course.

But when we really got to the door of the hotel, we found out that the water had already arrived, but this channel seemed to be lacking something.

And what about this, I guess it's probably my mother's approval.

Along the way, my sister didn't speak, but the little hands that were intertwined with mine were clenched tightly.

Following the way she came, I sent her back to the door of the dormitory.

This time, she hugged me nicely, then said good night, and then turned back to the dormitory.

I looked up at the lights upstairs, and on some of the windows with the curtains drawn, the figure of the girl Pingting was still printed.

The painted iron door around me was a little rusted. I raised my hand and scratched off a small piece of debris with my fingernails, sighed slightly, turned around and left.