Successfully captured a domestic sister

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Roommate [-] (curious face): Is the senior sister attacking or receiving?

Ji Xiaoyi (confused): What attack?

Roommate [-]: That is, senior sister, is it the first time you are on the top or the bottom.

Ji Xiaoyi: The above.

I (although it seems like, but yes, nodding)

Jiqin (shocked):!impossible! 】

☆、Chapter 15

With a sound, I stayed at home for a full week.

In this short week, whether it's Jisheng or me, it seems that we want to let go of the pressure and fatigue accumulated in the past.

All the itineraries must choose the most labor-saving one. As long as you can stay at home, you will never go out. If you can sit, you will never stand. If you can lie down, you will never sit.

It can be said that the small life is extremely comfortable.Lazy and happy.

It's really like one thought, we know each other too well.

I realized that all the living habits have almost been adjusted in so many years, and I realized that all my intimate contacts with her are naturally no different from the hugs and hugs in the past.

Sometimes when I see her obeying and letting me hold her without defense, I can't help but wonder whether to celebrate her trust in me, or to be frustrated that she is too familiar with me.I can't help but wonder if no matter how I try to flirt with her, I can only be regarded as my sister by her.

In the end, I can only be a sister.

However, when I was about to go to work and return to the social animal team, I told me the truth about the kidnapping case at my aunt's house 18 years ago.

At that time, I hugged her, very happy, I am her sister.

I was only 12 years old when Brother Tang Yuan was killed, and the elders kept this matter secret.All I was told was that Brother Tang Yuan was gone, don't mention him to my aunt, and don't mention him to Ji.

At that time, I always thought that it was just because the sound of Ji was too small, and I was afraid that she would be sad and that she would not understand death.

At that time, I was still in a trance and suspected that the adults might just be joking.Rather than sadness, it is more of a kind of confusion.

It wasn't until I didn't see Brother Tang Yuan during Chinese New Year that I thought, oh, Brother Tang Yuan is gone.

It turned out to be true.

The unbelievable sense of absurdity filled the eye sockets at night, and the pain of losing a loved one crawled all over his face little by little and soaked the pillow.

Then he hugged me, stretched out his little hand, and wiped away my tears.

She said, "Sister, don't cry."

However, I cried more and more fiercely, hugging each other tightly, and couldn't stop no matter what.

I was tired from crying, my eyes hurt, and my heart hurt.

Then Ji said, we can fold the letter paper into a boat and put it into the creek, and the water will bring what we want to say to people far away.

She spoke innocently and cutely, with a soft smile on her face.

That's right, what adults say to children is that they have gone to a distant place and will come back after a long, long time.

What was I thinking?

I'm jealous.

It would be great if, if only I was cared for by adults like Ji Yisheng, and if I don’t know anything, I can believe that my brother who just went to a faraway place will always come back.

Then, as if everyone had reached a consensus, the name "Tang Yuan" became a forbidden word and never appeared in our house again.Those memories were covered up as if they didn't exist.

Together with the adults, I protect Ji Yisheng and their immature innocence and beauty, and carefully guard the forbidden place full of thorns in each other's hearts.

Together, we wait for the children to forget naturally, and then accept a past reality without hesitation.

I always thought that was the whole truth.

But Ji said that she was there.I watched helplessly, how my favorite relatives left little by little.

That year, Ji Yisheng was only eight years old.

I can almost imagine the despair and fear of that precocious cry.I was so frightened that I couldn't even cry out, and I was so desperate that I couldn't even talk out.

I could see Xiao Naibao waking up in countless bloody nightmares, but she could only hug her knees and hide in the bed, crying silently.

Where I couldn't see, she cried so sadly.

Then in front of me, she smiled so softly, told fairy-tale lies, hugged me and comforted me.

It turned out that I was the child who had been protected all along.

It hurts so badly.

In that short cry, every drop of tears that stained my clothes was the grievance she had nowhere to vent, and it was the sadness that this child could not bear in the most carefree childhood.

Then she said she resigned to her fate.

Accepted.

Those who cannot be saved cannot be saved. If someone is happy, someone must be abandoned.For someone to be bright, someone must be covered in mud.this is the truth.The past is the past and will not be changed by any action.

Accepted.

Just these three words, I can't imagine what she has experienced and endured in these years.Did the sunny and childish Yiyi just disappear, or did it not exist from the beginning?

It's okay, just cry.

Even if you are not the sunny Yiyi I am familiar with, even if you are willful and unreasonable, it doesn't matter, because I am your sister.