-1-
...I'm dreaming again.
Unlike other undead, she always dreams...
"elder sister."
In my memory, the figure busy in the kitchen turned around, and his smiling face was more beautiful than the spring light outside the window.
The dead do not dream.
...She always dreams because she wants.
-2-
It is powerful enough, so if you don't rely on the energy of the main system, you can dream about someone directly.
She wanted it. She wanted it very much.
-3-
M sat at the table with his chin in his hand, his feet swaying gently in the spring breeze along with the maple leaves outside the window.
Maple trees, a yard, spring flowers, a small sunny kitchen.
This is where my sister...used to live and work.
I have been here many times, describing it over and over again according to my memories, and recreating it in my dreams over and over again with my own strength.
She let out a long sigh.
"Sister, sister, is the meal not ready yet?"
My sister turned around, looking helpless and gentle.
"Wait a little longer. Be patient."
My sister always says this, huh.
You are always so gentle, that's why you are easily bullied by bad guys.
-4-
Miss M released her chin from her hand, stretched her arms, and lay face down on the table.
"Sister, let me tell you something." For the umpteenth time, she puffed her cheeks at the table and complained, "Men are all trash. Not a single one of them is good. Stay away from them."
It’s like that T, what a piece of rubbish, people can’t even tell the difference and yet they dare to claim to be deeply in love with their sister.
Bah! How dare a piece of trash like that have such aspirations for my sister?
Even if that guy was shredded into so much pulp that even a shredder couldn't cut it, she still wouldn't think it was enough.
Her sister, who was in the kitchen with her back to her, laughed and said, "How old are you? How many men have you met? And you say such things?"
I'm many, many years old and have seen a lot of garbage, sister.
My sister's tone became softer: "It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman. I've said it many times. If you can find someone besides me to accompany you..."
"I don't want a human. Humans are boring and trashy." M muttered, "I want a sister, only a sister."
"childish."
-5-
"Anyway, men are all disgusting dirty things."
He always keeps his eyes on his sister, always wants to touch her with his dirty hands, and licks her face with dirty and disgusting thoughts while giving her gifts.
It was like that when my sister was alive, and even after she died, there were still a bunch of flies that kept thinking about her.
Of course, my sister is gentle, beautiful and quiet. She is the most beautiful in the world. Of course, she deserves to attract many men and is definitely the ideal type that many men dream of.
Miss M is extremely confident in her sister's charm. After all, she likes her sister the most.
But...tsk...men...male animals...dirty things.
"You'll have to endure decades of repeated death before you'll even be qualified to covet my sister."
A few flirtatious words, a little chat, a hint from the eyes, and then he licked her casually.
nausea.
-6-
Miss M cried out in frustration, "If you want to pursue me, you should at least die a few hundred times to prove your determination. I'm so annoyed. They're all flies licking me."
My sister laughed even more broadly. "How can there be a man who is willing to die hundreds of times to pursue a girl? He must be a non-human who is deeply poisoned by the spirit of romanticism. It doesn't prove determination but mental illness. Okay, don't be angry, don't be angry, you always get angry with those people."
"But—but—giving my sister something so greasy and careless—asking for marriage—"
"You can't tell, my dear sister is a child with very high expectations for love. She hates adult transactions so much, and instead emphasizes extremely exaggerated romance and innocence. This is childish. Reality is not like that."
My sister stirred the soup with a spoon and said, the sound was like the maple leaves fluttering outside the window, light and slow.
"In reality, the most ideal love is to build a warm family. With trust, affection, mutual tolerance, and companionship... that's the ultimate romance in reality."
Miss M was not convinced.
Although she liked her sister very much, she almost never felt that what her sister said was right - her sister actually treated those stinky men with smiles and tenderness, which was really too naive and beautiful.
She wanted to retort: Humph, I died a long time ago and I don’t live in reality, so why should I pursue the things that real humans pursue.
...But Miss M didn't say it out loud, because this was a dream where she could act coquettishly with her sister.
-7-
My sister died very early, fulfilled all her wishes, and slept happily and peacefully in the grave.
That was the best outcome that Miss M had finally achieved after trying her best and exhausting everything she had.
M will not disturb her sister's peaceful sleep.
On the contrary, she will use all her strength to protect her sister's [death].
...If something dares to disturb my sister's eternal sleep...and wants to drag her back to this terrible, dirty, and garbage-filled reality...ha...
"What are you daydreaming about? Go wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready."
"...Okay, sister, I'll go wash my hands now."
Miss M slid off the stool briskly and ran out of the kitchen.
At that time, my sister seemed to be staying in a rich family's house. Their courtyard was very large, and there was an exquisite small corridor outside the kitchen. At the end of the corridor was a pond for washing hands and clothes.
But my sister never cared for anything elegant or refined, saying, "You can't eat the scenery," and so she simply used the elegant corridor as a warehouse. Both sides of the floor were piled with packages of all sizes - gifts from my sister's suitors.
Miss M actually couldn't understand why her sister was so gentle with those suitors and accepted gifts from every one of them. Although her sister would sometimes say strange things like "Why not accept something that's given for free?", her sister was so kind that she definitely wouldn't deliberately take advantage of men.
Obviously, in her opinion, her sister didn't like those gifts very much.
She didn't even glance at the silk dress tailored for her sister, and she sold the jade bracelet given to her for money, not to mention any antiques... Usually, expensive things that were inconvenient to exchange for money and had to be kept were thrown away by her sister at the outermost part of the corridor, and left to gather dust outside.
But if someone gives my sister a gift of fine uncut silk, a small jade toy for children, or a rattle with fine painting... my sister will be very happy and will chat with that person affectionately for a long time.
And, for some reason, every time her sister received those gifts, Miss M would receive a new dress, new toys, and see a beautiful rattle next to her pillow.
...She is not a child, who likes to play with rattles?
-8-
Miss M glanced past the basket of rattles with their strings torn off piled on the floor of the corridor in her dream without changing her expression.
-9-
Moreover, my sister particularly likes gifts from men who are not very smart or have less elegant tastes.
Some gave gold bars, some gave big fish heads, some gave onions, ginger, garlic and tofu, and some gave top-quality rice that could only be eaten in the imperial capital.
...If you want to marry a beautiful woman like my sister, how can you give her such vulgar things? Miss M really hates it.
But, well, maybe my sister is just kind enough to like the honesty of those idiots... Thinking carefully...
By the way, it seems that my sister later married a gold shop owner who gave her a hundred carts of gold bars.
The boss was neither strong nor elegant, and he reeked of money as a businessman. Compared with my sister's other suitors, he was really inferior.
He was still a sickly person. He died less than a year after my sister got married. Miss M was so disgusted at the time that she cursed and wanted to dig out that guy's soul and chop it into pieces - he didn't have much time to live and still wanted to marry a wife just to make my sister a widow, what a stupid bastard -
But she finally listened to her sister's kind advice and took the time to attend his funeral.
My sister was still gentle and demure at the funeral, as beautiful as she was before her wedding, but Miss M still felt sorry for her sister's red and swollen eyes. Although she seemed to smell a faint scent of garlic when she hugged her sister, it was probably an illusion. Hmm.
The gold shop owner was an orphan. After his death, he left behind many tacky gold bars to his sister, but he didn't even have any children.
Although my sister later adopted many adopted sons and daughters, and when she died, four generations lived together, with descendants around her... and there were also many large gold bars...
But Miss M was not satisfied.
My sister just wants the best.
After all, my sister has only had a handful of suitors her whole life. She also has the old-fashioned ideas of that era. She always feels that she has to remain a widow for the gold shop owner for the rest of her life and doesn't want to get married again...
Oh, my sister is really helping the poor. She is so kind.
-10-
When I returned to the kitchen, my sister was already serving the dishes.
When she turned her head to speak, the mist rising from the soup pot covered her face.
"You just have way too high expectations of love. Based on looks, on your appearance, on your eyes, on your singing and dancing skills... doesn't that always start with men's love? It's tacky, but also realistic. You sit here, grumbling and getting angry at yourself, unwilling to talk to anyone but me... How could anyone see through you completely, peel off your facade, and be completely captivated by your soul? That's unusual... it won't happen..."
My sister sighed. "It's like those men. No matter how many of us come, no matter how affectionately they say we're together, no one can tell us apart at a glance. It would be strange if they could, wouldn't it? ... Well, those who can tell us apart at a glance are a little weird and overly persistent."
"A madman is not suitable to be a husband. Can you give him the same obsessive love? If not, the madman might bite you to death."
-11-
Miss M was stunned.
In the past, every time, this scene in this dream.
This conversation actually happened many times. When her elder sister was still alive, she always kept nagging in her ears. It was her elder sister who never stopped persuading and urging her to get married.
Miss M remembers every word her sister said very clearly, so in her dreams she can completely reproduce her pronunciation, tone, and transitions, down to the smallest detail.
but……
A madman is not suitable to be a husband.
[If you can't give it to me, the madman might bite you to death.]
...My sister has never mentioned any crazy person in the past.
I just verbally advised her to get married and find companionship.
It's just the normal tone of an elder.
-12-
My sister turned her head and her cheeks temporarily left the white mist above the soup pot.
She looked at M gently, earnestly and slightly worriedly.
"There are indeed bad men among men, very bad ones...bastards. So, sister, you'd better seize the opportunity and find an ordinary one... That way you won't be coveted by bad guys..."
Miss M caught the loophole in her words and immediately raised her voice again: "So! Sister, why don't you throw away those disgusting garbage! Men are all bad guys!"
"...Hey, I've said so much, what's there to be dissatisfied about, sister? This is reality, we have to be realistic. So, what's important isn't love, but using love as a trigger to find someone willing to accompany you and build a family you can rely on for life... Love slowly turns into family affection, and the trust built through mutual support... In the happiness of ordinary people, why should we make such distinctions..."
It's not that clear either.
Miss M lowered her eyes: "I don't want it."
-13-
I am not an ordinary human being, nor am I your sister who longs for home and happiness.
Life or death doesn’t matter, how long I exist doesn’t matter, whether reality is false or not doesn’t matter—I don’t want it.
Turbid emotions.
Turbid trust.
A muddled but happy life...
Such a luxurious thing should be left to my sister.
-14-
A lifetime is almost "eternal" for the undead, and there is no way to compromise in chaos.
What should leave will always leave, what should be discarded will always be discarded. No matter how good something looks at first, it will never be completely clean. If it is not completely clean, it will deteriorate over time... M hates spoiled things.
Well, it’s better to refuse from the beginning.
This is how she walked through these long years alone.
Be happy and have no problems.
-15-
So Miss M retorted for the thousandth and ten thousandth time: "I don't want it. I don't need love or men. But I want the best."
For the thousandth and ten thousandth time, my sister laughed and scolded me in her dream: "You are childish."
-16-
"Humph. Anyway, my sister can't choose a man from the trash."
"Always so extreme...wasn't the man who delivered fish and tofu a few days ago quite nice..."
"Such a tacky gift! Why did my sister chat with him for half an hour with a smile? There was no sincerity at all—"
"Okay, enough talking, you're arguing again... Here it comes, your favorite fish head tofu soup~"
Ms. M: “…”
The gifts that my sister was super happy to receive always appeared subtly in front of her.
This is really subtle, but even after her sister died, she still didn't understand what was so subtle. After all, her sister was so gentle and kind, it was impossible for her to deliberately trick people into giving her fish head and tofu as a side dish for her sister.
…Sister is so good! So, so good! As good as the white moonlight!
"Eat it while it's hot. Does fish head soup come with rice?"
"Yes. Sister, I want three bowls of soup and rice."
-17-
The dream is over.
Miss M slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
...I saw my sister tonight, it was a great night.
How many years ago was it that I last dreamed of my sister... maybe a few decades... It’s so nice to see my sister.
Although today’s ice cream didn’t have the promised Oreo crumbs, and her subordinates also went to work overtime and refused to let her play… as long as she saw her sister, tonight would be great.
I like my sister the most.
I don't need anyone else except my sister. Absolutely, not at all, not at all.
……but.
Miss M slowly turned over and then slowly sat up.
-18-
"I'm so hungry."
I want to eat...fish head and tofu soup with rice.
-19-
Her spirit didn't need anyone else, but her belly did.
-20-
So, five minutes later.
Mr. P's bedroom in the attic was attacked. The gap in Mr. P's bedroom door was pried open, and a group of creatures jumped on Mr. P's bed and rolled repeatedly.
"Little P! Little P! Little P!"
“…”
"Xiao P, you've worked hard overtime. Welcome back from overtime. Did you sleep well, Xiao P?"
“…”
"Little P slept well, right? Little P is awake, right? Little P is awake, right?"
“…”
The quilt shrank down numbly.
"without."
-twenty one-
"What a coincidence! Little P just woke up!"
The resentful boss lay on his bed with a smile on his face: "I want to eat fish head tofu soup with rice! Xiao P Xiao P Xiao P, you are the best, can you make me some fish head tofu soup with rice~"
"...Ms. M, it's 2:00 AM..."
"Xiao P~Xiao P~This is your boss's encouragement and love for you! Can one kiss get you up and cooking? How about two? Three?"
Miss M lay on his quilt, kicking her feet and singing: "Fish head tofu soup with rice~Fish head tofu soup with rice~Little P and I kiss~Blood splattered everywhere, laughing~Tonight is really great~~"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P: "I'm up. Let's make fish head tofu soup with rice, right?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
