My mother remarried.
The person I was marrying was a widowed marquis in his fifties, who only had a few wives and no sons. People around him said that one of my brothers and I would become his heir, free of prostitution and money, and the other would no longer have to worry about survival.
My brother said that this is called "one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven", and he also said that this kind of nook and cranny in his dream is called "Diamond King and Five".
My brother always has some strange dreams, which my mother and I are not surprised about.
The new home is pretty good, my father has been away for many years, and the family mansion is magnificent. Except for the fact that our wives like to dominate us, there are basically no big problems.
Other than that, there were only strange creaking noises coming from the attic every night, which was somewhat disturbing.
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After a long period of pregnancy, the mother wanted to get married, and the marriage partner was suddenly rich, and her life was just around the corner.
Perhaps God was looking for me to suffer, but one day I suddenly discovered that the mysterious "mad woman" in the mansion was actually my sister and the posthumous son of the Marquis's original wife. Moreover, according to the concubines, my stepbrother and his original wife's sister were naturally in a property competition.
I'm ashamed to say it, but I think my sister is really pretty, so I can't bear to argue with her.
But my sister doesn't seem to appreciate my favor.
She didn't like to eat the food given by the servants in the mansion, so I learned some strange skills from my brother and taught her. She didn't want to go out, so I took her out in her wheelchair. She had zero points in potions, so I taught her how to make them and healed her legs. She couldn't fight with people in the wheelchair, so I helped her fight.
But the younger sister still lowered her beautiful eyes, leaning against the door like a weak willow supporting the wind, motionless and indifferent, like a silk scarf hanging on the tree, fluttering in the air.
Although her actual height is much higher than my brother, her aura is too weak and she looks even shorter than me.
I am very worried that she may suffer from depression in this era when there are no psychiatrists.
She said, it's okay, thank you brother.
I said, is it really okay? Do you need your brother to find a doctor for you?
She thought for a while and went into the attic to change her clothes.
I was stunned when I looked at her exposed Adam's apple and eight-pack abs.
He smiled cheerfully.
"Brother, do you think you need to see a doctor now?"
I said confusedly: "Indeed."
No wonder he stands taller than me.
Easy cookies! Children and old men are not deceived!
Like the previous article, it is also the third person ww
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