Successfully captured a domestic sister

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The custom in my hometown is to let the juniors go to the village to visit relatives and friends to celebrate the festival and receive a red envelope.

During the New Year that year, I took my younger sister and Yiyi to step on the snow along the creek, celebrating the New Year with each family.

Most of them looked at our elders with big skin, and the red envelopes they gave were extraordinarily generous.

But those folks who came back from other places don’t know us anymore, and they are very kind when they see Ji Yisheng and his younger sister being soft and cute.They always jokingly ask me if Yiyi and I are sisters, the biological kind.

There was even an uncle who asked us directly if we were twins.Although his postscript is "Twins are one, uncle, let's make a big red envelope together, okay?" Bah!It is shameful to deceive children!

In fact, Ji Sheng and I are not alike.I look like a grandpa, but Yisheng is a cutie who combines the advantages of my uncle and aunt.But many people still think that we are real sisters.On the contrary, my younger sisters are regarded as the children of my second uncle's family (that is, one by one).

It may be that we get along too strangely, we never quarrel (at most I am unilaterally angry), there is no dispute, and we depend on each other.That kind of intimate atmosphere really surpassed that of ordinary sisters.

At that time, I also thought, why not just give Ji Miaomiao to my second uncle and let Ji be my own sister.

Fortunately, she is not.

After all, the winter vacation is so short. After a new year, we had a New Year’s Eve dinner, left relatives, and set off fireworks.Stay on the bed with Ji Sheng for a few more days, sticky, and it will be gone.

After only a short ten days of reunion, it was a long separation.

No crying, nowhere to ask.

In those years of separation and reunion, what maintains us is only the blood connection and thin thoughts.

But it is such a simple connection but so strong, let me know that there is a soft little milk bag waiting for me every holiday.

The clouds and mist outside the machine window are filled with faint làngcháo, the blue sky and the remote earth are reflected in Jidan’s pupils, and the memories are repeatedly turned into words and pictures carved by rain and mist, printed in the scene that is both illusory and real .

When did it start, one by one I seldom call my sister anymore.

I vaguely remember that it was after Jiqin—Jiyisheng's younger sister was born.

The one who loves to laugh smiles more gently, and his childish face gradually grows. It is clear that he is still a child of eight or nine years old, but he will no longer cry willfully.She obviously still relies on me the same way, but she will no longer rush towards me unscrupulously, and occasionally dares to tease me, saying that I can no longer bear her weight.

One by one has grown up, I think so at the age of 13, but I don't know when she grew up.

Every short company during the winter and summer vacations will make me explore with great interest the bits and pieces of her growth during these long separations, and to spy on the tip of the iceberg in each other's growth trajectories.

And I don't know when the trajectory of life started to go astray.

When I was 14 years old, I talked about my first love in my life.

The subject was a 19-year-old employee in his father's shop.

Not sure if most puppy loves are the same.It's all just curiosity, nothing to say.

That brother confessed, and there is nothing he likes or dislikes, it's just that I agreed.

Maybe out of girlish vanity, or maybe I just wanted to share a little secret, so I pretended to be inadvertent and told Ji about it.However, her reaction was very flat, with just the right amount of curiosity in her simple smile, she asked me: "What kind of person is that brother?"

That's all, I'm inexplicably disappointed.

It didn't take long for my mother to know about it for some reason. She beat me up angrily, and my father also scolded me "sincerely".My so-called boyfriend has also disappeared.

So the first puppy love just ended like this.

When I was 15 years old, I went to the best No. 11 middle school in our city, and I was in the first year of high school.Jisheng is [-] years old and is in the first grade of junior high school.

When we went back to our hometown for the New Year, Ji Yi and I would sleep together as usual.

Countryside people don't have much nightlife.After dinner, we waited for Ji to finish washing the dishes, and then we went back upstairs to work as babysitters for our siblings at a little after seven o'clock.

"Want to watch a movie?" I hugged and teased Jiqin, a bit apprehensive. "Let Qinqin go to sleep, let's watch together."

"No!" Jiqin, who was only three years old, immediately protested, twisting her small body, trying to break free from her embrace, babbling and babbling: "I want, and sister sleep!"

Ji looked at her very funny, and teased the little one: "I won't sleep with you." There was tenderness in her smile.

I patted my head lightly, she turned her head and rubbed against me like a baby, her soft cheeks rubbed against my chest, and she agreed: "Well, let me see."

Then I stood up abruptly, and went upstairs with Jiqin in my hand, leaving me helplessly to cool my cheeks with the coolness of my palm.

After I settled my sister down with a sound of Ji and came downstairs, I had already spread the quilt and adjusted the video.

"Yi Yi, come here."

I patted the place next to me and motioned her to lie down.

The kid had a cute face, wearing a cute deer pajamas, and a bright and mischievous body. He lay down on his side and stretched out his arms to hug me, rubbing against me carelessly.Annoyed, I knocked her head in dissatisfaction.