57. The three mother and daughter of the Kasahara family
"Ahhhh——"
"Wood! Wood, senior is a big piece of wood——"
A clear and loud voice sounded in the living room. Mrs. Kasahara, who was arranging flowers, turned to look over and saw that her little daughter was rolling around on the sofa with a pillow between her legs, mumbling curse words as if to vent her anger.
After spinning twice, the whole person fell to the ground with a pop.
"Ouch……"
"It hurts, it hurts..."
The look of the little daughter covering her head and rolling on the ground made the mother feel very distressed and made her want to laugh a little bit.
"Asuka, come over to mom."
"What are you doing!"
Kasahara Asuka got up and sat opposite her mother.
She was still angry with Senior Mumu in her mind, but now her lips curled up and her cheeks puffed up.
"Who made mommy's little cutie angry?" Mrs. Kasahara couldn't help but pinch her little face. Her daughter has been so cute since she was a child, and she never gets tired of squeezing her for more than ten years.
"Mom, I don't understand~~" Kasahara Asuka held her mother's hand with a very dissatisfied expression, "Do you think senior had an affair with Hoshimi Rinko? Otherwise, why would he not be able to read back when I asked about this topic?
Is it possible that senior is secretly in love with that Bichi?"
Mrs. Kasahara thought for a while and asked, "Is the miko from Hachimangu also hanging out with him?"
"How do I know? Senior refuses to tell me..." Asuka Kasahara put her chin on the table in frustration, as if she was bored, picked up a rose that her mother used for flower arrangements, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.
The fragrant and charming smell lingers on the tip of the nose, refreshing the heart and mind.
"Spring roses are lighter than autumn roses, both in color and fragrance." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "But spring roses are fresher and more elegant, not coquettish."
"Not interested..."
Kasahara Asuka pouted.
"You have been short-tempered ever since you were little," Mrs. Kasahara couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to rub her daughter's head. "Tell me about your senior. Have you made any progress with him?"
Kasahara Asuka pinched the end of her little finger: "A little bit."
"Um?"
Mrs. Kasahara thought for a moment, and a narrow smile appeared on her face.
"Oh oh oh, I understand." She nodded as if understanding, "It turned out that it was deflated in the hands of a boy, so I was sulking all night. It's the first time in my life, it's so fresh."
"mom--"
Kasahara Asuka raised her voice and looked dissatisfied at her mother, who was as naughty as a child.
"What are you two talking about?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who had just taken a shower, appeared above the stairs on the second floor.
The tall and handsome beauty, wearing a thin and soft expensive yukata, walked down to the living room. In the faint and soft light, Asuka Kasahara saw that her sister's skin was white with a faint blush, as beautiful as the roses in her mother's hands.
moving.
The eyes that are always slightly contemptuous and indifferent are always so fascinating.
"Eri Fuka, come over here." Mrs. Kasahara waved, "It's rare that you don't have to go to Class 9 tonight, so come here and arrange flowers with mom."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri came to the table and sat down, picked up a rose, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed: "Was mother just talking to Asuka about Fujiwara Izaya?"
"Fuka-Eri's ears are indeed very good." Mrs. Kasahara smiled softly and picked up the flowers on the table. "Let's not talk about other boys for now. Let's arrange flowers. Asuka, don't leave!"
Asuka Kasahara, who had just stood up and was about to leave, had no choice but to sit down obediently.
She didn't like the old-fashioned traditional skill of flower arranging, but only liked new and trendy things. When she was forced to stay here, she just held her chin with her hands and watched her mother and sister discussing flower arranging techniques with dull eyes.
The moonlight is bright outside the window, cotton-like white clouds are flowing slowly, and a slightly cool breeze blows in.
Under the bright light, Kasahara Asuka casually placed the flowers according to her feelings and preferences. Most of the time, she focused on her sister, trying to find some flaws in her sister.
It's a pity...
In her eyes, her sister is flawless for the time being.
She has a fair and slender neck, a tall and graceful figure, and a waist so thin that people want to hold her in her arms forever. The neckline of the yukata is slightly open, and half of the shoulder is exposed from the wide neckline, which can be seen from top to bottom.
A touch of delicate snow-white collarbone.
After analyzing for a long time, she felt that she was indeed no match for her sister, so Asuka Kasahara had no choice but to turn her attention to her mother.
Compared with her cold, arrogant and heroic sister, my mother feels graceful and noble.
Her temperament is elegant and dignified, her face looks very sweet, and her appearance is very similar to mine. But what is different from me is that my mother has an intellectual charm unique to mature women, which I cannot compare to...
…
"Ah, it's so annoying——"
Asuka Kasahara felt so frustrated.
"What's wrong with you?" Her mother and sister looked at her at the same time.
"Asuka has encountered the troubles of youth!" Kasahara Asuka looked at the two faces that were even prettier than her own, and said angrily: "If you don't care about the youngest person in the family, she will pack her things and run away from home tomorrow.
Got it!"
"Where do you think she will go?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked her mother.
"I guess, it's the same as when she was twelve years old," Mrs. Kasahara smiled gracefully, her eyes reflecting the light, "bringing a lot of money, wandering around, and when she's tired of waiting, she goes home like a normal person.
Already."
"I have nothing to talk to you about!"
Kasahara Asuka muttered.
Then, with a bit of a look on her face, she hid her face behind her mother's back and refused to raise it again.
"She was frustrated by Fujiwara Izaya." Mrs. Kasahara turned to her eldest daughter and said in a tone like middle-aged women passing gossip to each other at a street party.
"Ah, don't say that——" Asuka Kasahara took two deep breaths and started to lose her temper again and again.
"It's because your mother spoiled you rotten since you were a child, that's why you're so petty." Kasahara Fuka-Eri reached out to grab her sister's ears and lifted her face from her mother's back, "My sister told you not to get close to him.
, can you keep this in mind?"
Under the gaze of her sister's stern eyes, Asuka Kasahara curled her lips and begged for mercy with an extremely aggrieved expression: "It hurts, sister~"
The voice is soft and soft, like a newborn kitten, which is endearing.
"Okay, okay, Fuka-Eri, don't really hurt her," Mrs. Kasahara rescued the younger daughter from the eldest daughter's hands, and breathed gently into the younger daughter's ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mommy protects Asuka.
"
"Don't spoil her so much..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri rubbed her temples with a helpless expression.
"Hey~" Kasahara Asuka hid in her mother's arms, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, and let out a snicker that was as energetic as citrus scent.
Seeing her little daughter's quirky appearance, Mrs. Kasahara spread her delicate eyebrows and said, "Bring that child back during the Golden Week and let her mother take a look."
"Huh?"
The two sisters cried out in surprise at the same time.
"Don't make such a fuss," Mrs. Kasahara said with a sad expression, grabbing the wrists of her two daughters with both hands, "He has attracted the attention of both my daughters. How can I still sit still!"
The elder sister and the younger sister looked at each other and made their own plans in their minds.
The next second, Mrs. Kasahara put on a happy expression and spoke in a voice as lazy and leisurely as the night wind blowing through the garden: "After all, my sister said that she and her sister will marry the same man. Mom has to help you two sisters."
Check, right?"
"..."
Kasahara Asuka's face froze.
"Is this happening?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her sister strangely.
"No, no—" Kasahara Asuka screamed, and then turned around and ran out of the door like a wanted criminal avoiding the police.
In the living room where two people were left, Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her mother.
"Ah~" Mrs. Kasahara yawned gracefully and clapped her lips with her little hand, "Didn't you go to France as an exchange student to study for a year at university the year before last? It was during that time that Asuka told me."
Listening to her mother's words, Kasahara Fuka-Eri remained silent, slightly frowning her slender eyebrows, thinking about something.
"Don't take it seriously, it's just what a child said casually." Mrs. Kasahara picked up the branches of the roses on the table and gently stroked the thorns on them. "Asuka has liked to cling to you since she was a child. This is the first time she has not seen you for such a long time.
It's normal for you to talk nonsense."
"But she seems to like to go against me recently." Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed helplessly.
"You're in your rebellious phase," Mrs. Kasahara looked at her eldest daughter, her eyes as gentle as water, "Ever since you were a child, you have been the best and most dazzling among your peers. Asuka, who has been following you since she was a child, is naturally attracted by your halo.
Shrouded in the world, everyone around her is reminding her to follow her sister as a role model and work hard. When she was a child, she would feel motivated when hearing these words, and she would work hard towards this goal for a long time, but when she entered adolescence, she was still being heard every day.
If she nags her, she will feel bored. We are all adults and we need to understand her thoughts more."
"Hmm."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly.
She understood, but no matter what, it was unrealistic for both sisters to marry the same man. She decided to warn Fujiwara Izaya when she met him for the first time not to get close to her sister again.
Well……
Of course, I wouldn't let him get close.
At the door, a little head sneaked in, secretly observing what was going on inside.
"I'm really looking forward to the Golden Week," Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. "I really want to meet that child and see if he is worthy of my mother trusting her two precious daughters."
Mom is so disgusting, why would you say such shameful things... The little head turned slightly and looked at my sister.
My sister is smiling at herself.
Damn it!
I have nothing to say to these two old women. Asuka is running away from home——