[Brother War] On the heroine's self-cultivation

Chapter 9

After the wedding, Ema's vacation was almost coming to an end, and the vampire Uehara threw her a bunch of scripts and endorsement choices, making her restless for the last two days.

Ema scolded him secretly, and told him about Liu Sheng.

"Asahina Ryuu..." Uehara repeated his name, "It's him."

"Why, famous?" Ema didn't care about these things.

"He is a stylist who has become famous in the past two years and has won some international awards." Uehara thought, "It's okay to let him come. It happens to be your brother now, so it's more convenient. Let me talk about it from the company."

Ema immediately flattered her, "What a capable manager."

Uehara raised his eyebrows at her.

Qizhi has learned a little bit now, and Ema taught him some movements for him to practice, while he leaned on the soft chair shaped like a cat's claw he just bought and flipped through the script.

When I was a child star in the past, the roles given to her were all supporting children, and there were many TV dramas.In the past few years, I have gradually grown up, and my appearance has also grown, and there are more and more scripts for the protagonist of the movie.

The previously mentioned "The Bond You Don't Know" is her first pure love film as the leading role. In addition to the film itself winning the "Golden Unicorn Award" at the Tokyo International Film Festival, she also won awards including "Japanese Special Award "Best Actress" and many other awards.

She completed her formal transformation from child star to actor, and her fans expanded from TV audience adults to young adults.Up to now, apart from being unable to compete with those veteran actors in terms of age, she is already one of the hottest stars in actual status.

It's just that the scripts sent to her are always somewhat limited.Maybe because her image has always been relatively well-behaved, and her appearance is also soft and beautiful, most of the roles given to her are positive.

Ema wanted to try something different.

Holding the script in her hand, she fell into deep thought.

Everyone came back early in the afternoon, and it was rare for Yachen to get off work on time, and bought a lot of candy to pick up Mi after school, which made You Jing blame him for pampering Mi too much.

"I'm still a pediatrician, and you'll have to suffer the next time Mi cries to go to the dentist."

Yachen could only laugh at this.

He has always been unable to do anything about his younger brothers' acting like a baby, let alone raise Mi like a son.

"By the way, today my mother sent over the photos from yesterday's dance. I took them and printed them out. Let's sort them out and put them in the photo album."

Yachen scattered the photos in the bag on the table, and everyone gathered around to look at them, and they were very curious about the self captured in the photos.

The part where everyone danced with Ema was filmed, and the scene where Subaru stepped on her foot was made fun of by the brothers for a long time.

"Have you noticed?" Hikaru suddenly called out to attract everyone's attention, and then lined up the photos, "Ema and Jingge laughed the most when they danced."

"Where?" Chun pushed forward, compared carefully, and became dissatisfied. "That's right. Although I'm pretending to be serious in front of my new sister, I'm not bad at all to please girls."

After finishing speaking, he found that no one answered his words, so he couldn't help but look at Yao, who had always been his partner of complaints, but saw that he was just looking at the photo with heavy eyes, as if he didn't hear what he said.

Ukyo picked up the photo calmly. The two were looking at each other, talking and laughing happily. Although half of the face was blocked by the blue mask, the appearance of Ema pursing the corners of his lips was still very cute.

"How to make my sister happy, this is what you, younger brothers, need to learn from your elder brother." You Jing said calmly.

"Cut." Chun turned his head disdainfully, "People might think it's father and daughter, brother Jing looks so mature."

Azusa patted Chun, "Even if it's the truth, there's no need to tell it."

Ukyo responded with a light smile to his younger brothers' attacks.

Ema didn't bother to pay attention to their bickering, she was looking at a photo of Kazuya Uehara.

In the photo, he is wearing an all-black button-down coat, with silver shoulder armor on his shoulders, a black cross-shaped belt on his chest, and a long knife on his side. Philosophy.

When she saw him at that time, she still laughed at him for being sullen.

When the camera freezes, he is tilting his head and doesn't know what he is looking at. The side face is half blocked by the black feather mask, and only half of the thin and resolute chin can be seen.

They are people who have known each other for more than ten years, but they become strangers to this photo.

Does she really know him as well as she thinks?Ema was a little uncertain.

At this time, Yachen brought a large stack of photo albums, which are the growth history of each member of the Asahina family. Everyone was more or less surprised and nostalgic when they looked back.

Especially the ones where the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Yachen is holding Fengdou and Yusuke, there is always a weird visual sense of "16-year-old bride".

And a single photo belonging to Azusa also aroused everyone's discussion.

"The technology is terrible." Yusuke commented on this somewhat shaky photo, and then provoked Tsubaki's caress.

"Tsubaki and Azusa were exactly the same when they were young. Although the moles under the eyes are located in different positions, every time they get in the way, they can't tell who is who." Yachen said with emotion.

You also recalled, "At that time, their personalities were similar, they were both quite nonsense, and they would exchange exams for subjects that the other party was not good at, but in the end they forgot to change their names and their grades remained the same."

Azusa's face turned red when the past embarrassing incidents were brought up, and Tsubaki smiled proudly without shame, "You wouldn't be able to tell if we were dressed exactly the same now."

Ang said honestly: "The temperament is completely different. If it is our family, you can tell it at a glance."

The rest nodded in agreement.

Chun and Azusa looked at each other thoughtfully.

"Don't Ema have a photo album?" Lucy leaned over and asked softly.

"Huh?" Ema was at a loss for a moment, "If you want my photos, there are all of them on the Internet."

"Then you don't have a photo album?"

Ema still doesn't understand, "All the photos I took will be posted on the Internet, and I can see them anyway. If I make a photo album myself, it will be a lot of work." I am a star and I have to enlarge it into a poster to look at myself every day what?That's too narcissistic.

Kiori also looked surprised. "What about life photos?"

"I entered the showbiz at the age of three, basically all I took were photos of my life." Her life is the showbiz.

Ya Chen frowned, "It's too strange that we as a family only have your stills and promotional photos."

Yafu and his elder brother, "I will take many, many group photos with my sister in the future."

Tsubaki immediately pulled out the camera and asked Azusa to take the first photo of him and Ema, but Mi hugged Ema and fought endlessly, defending her right to be the first one to the death.

The casual Ruchun can only raise his hands in surrender when facing Mi.

In the end, looking at the photos turned into taking photos. Ema, who was used to the spotlight, just jumped up and down with them and placed various poses beside her, and picked out the photos of Kazuya Uehara in the mirror, and prepared to copy them later. Give him one.

In the middle of the night, Ema put down the script she had finally finished reading, and let out a long sigh of relief.

She was a little distraught, the more she wanted to calm down, the more she felt that her soul was being pulled by a pulling force from nowhere, as if a mysterious voice was whispering in her ear, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

She got up and wanted to go to the living room for a drink.

The lights in the corridor had been turned off, and there were no lights in other rooms. She walked lightly and groped along the wall to go upstairs.Although there was no light in the living room, the moonlight penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows filled the room like sea water.

Her heartbeat calmed down a little.

I took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and it was a little cold in my hands. Ema didn't rush to drink it, and walked to the window and stood quietly.After unscrewing the bottle cap, she bit the mouth of the bottle and licked a few mouthfuls, her eyes lost in the deep moon in the sky.

The voice in the ear was louder again.

"Ema?" Lying on the sofa and taking a drunken nap for a while, she was about to get up and see the figure by the window. She didn't know whether she was frightened or frightened, her heart beat half a beat faster.

He calmed down, saw that the other party didn't pay attention to him, and wanted to go up and walk behind her, as usual, he wanted to go up and hug Moyou to say some love words, but her cold eyebrows and eyes at the dance flashed in his mind, and he was a little hesitant.

"It's cold at night, go to bed early..." After thinking for a long time, I choked out this sentence.

To see her turn around, the hem of the white nightdress moved slightly, and the silk bathrobe on her body shone with a cool silver light under the moonlight.Standing against the light, her face was blurred, but her breathing was inexplicably stagnant.

Opposite, it seems to be a stranger.Practitioners of the clergy should hold the prayer beads in their hands tightly in order to stabilize their mood.

"you......"

"Monk." She took a step forward and spoke suddenly, her tone was frivolous and playful, as if she was calling a kitten or puppy, her attitude was condescending and condescending as a matter of course.

Wanting to retreat subconsciously, Ema approached calmly.Until he hit the back of the sofa and stopped, she was also slowly bending over at an arm's length away from him.

There is an imposing manner rushing towards the face, oppressing to dodge backward.

She hugged Yao's neck with both hands, and pressed down on him with a light smile.

The two bodies fit together perfectly.

"Monk, monk..." There was a strange tone in her voice, and dangerous temptation flashed in her slightly narrowed eyes, "Tell me, do you love your illusory Buddha, or love The soft and fragrant me in front of you?"

The long hair draped over her shoulders slid down onto Yao's face, and the fragrance lingered around the tip of her nose, almost suffocating him.He didn't dare to move, his hands gripped the back of the sofa tightly.

However, Ema grabbed the hand that was covered with the beads, and induced him to stroke it down from her face and land on the soft part of her chest.

But the voice turned cold in an instant, "Say! Do you love the cold Buddha statue, or the living me!"

It hurts to be scratched by her, he frowned, and regained his thinking.

He carefully looked at the girl in front of him with an arrogant and unfamiliar expression, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he knew that the other party was not the person he usually gets along with. He speculated in his heart, and a habitual lazy smile appeared on his face.

Stretching his arms around her slender waist, he took her backwards, pressed her on the sofa, and said affectionately: "Of course it's you, except for you, even gods and Buddhas are not worthy of me." Hold your heart."

Ema smiled.The self-satisfaction on his face seemed to be a demonstration to someone, but the look in his eyes slowly faded, and a semblance of tenderness appeared.

"Hey, love me well." She kissed him lightly on the forehead, "I will give you everything, whatever you want."

If he was still immersed in the fleeting soft touch, Ema, who was pressed by him, blinked and woke up, struggled for a while and couldn't get up, and looked at the sinking eyes with some embarrassment.

"Good evening, brother." Ema greeted flatteringly, and smiled, "Let go of me first."

Keep a blank face, "Every time you finish teasing your brother, do you want to slip away as if nothing happened?"

Ema, who was wronged this time, was speechless.She was trying to figure out the character of the characters in the script, and unconsciously got into the drama, just at this time she was about to walk over in cassock, and immediately brought Ema into the plot.

It's not that she's completely ignorant, it's just that it's hard to get rid of the mysterious feeling of becoming another person, not to mention the subconscious reflection is also very well coordinated, making her perform more joyfully.

"I was wrong." Ema apologized obediently.

"Is it enough to apologize?" She moved a little, and Ema, who was closely related to him, felt the embarrassment directly, "Is it still my fault for making it to this extent?"

With a "boom", Ema's face turned red.

"I want... I want brother..."

Seeing her bewildered, Yao laughed in surprise, "I've been acting so well before, so it turns out that I was just acting on occasion?"

He lightly pecked the ups and downs of his nose in satisfaction, "It seems that our little sister is also quite innocent."

As if being shocked by an electric shock, Ema's whole body was shaken, she bent her knees reflexively, and was about to roll off the sofa with a muffled groan.She jumped up in a panic, wanted to help but dared not, wanted to run but felt guilty, stood still and said stiffly: "Are you all right?"

Yao sat on the floor and took a rest, then buried his face in his hands and laughed muffledly, because he wanted to control his laughter and almost trembled all over his body.After a while, he waved his hand, "It's okay, you can go back to sleep quickly."

"Oh, good." She didn't dare to say another word, turned her head and hurried away.

Only after her back disappeared did she relax her body, she fell her head on the sofa, raised her face to the moon hanging in the sky and witnessed everything, and sighed slowly.

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