Successfully captured a domestic sister

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The word "according to you" used to be all the tenderness Ji Yisheng had for me.This boy who is too similar to Jisheng can always inadvertently touch the softness in my heart and show kindness.

I couldn't help it, I stretched out my hand and stroked his soft hair.

After a long time, I once asked Ning Yuyuan why he chose me.He looked serious: "It's not liking, it's love."

And the reason is just at this moment, the hand caressing his hair, and the extremely gentle smile on his lips.

Then we started a tacit communication.

Ning Yuyuan is a big talker.Anyone who knew him knew it.

Ji Yisheng is actually a chatterbox.Only, only I know.

I like to listen to Ning Yuyuan's deep voice talking about astronomy and geography that I don't understand, and listen to him explain a series of humanities and history casually.

Similar topics, similar opinions, after a long time, only occasionally will I think of the soft childish voice and more delicate words in the past.

He knows my preferences like the back of his hand, in every possible way.

Sometimes I would look at the 24-filial boyfriend who made soup for me in a daze, and see him standing in front of me with a begging face, just waiting for me to say "delicious".

Strange, but also familiar.

It was like another chirp in the world.

So when Ning Yuyuan asked naturally if he wanted to get married, I just hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, and continued to eat.

As if things were going to happen naturally, it seemed as if this conversation had existed since the previous life.

It's what we all hope for, and it's meant to be.

END.

Some people give you their hearts, but you pretend not to see it, because you don't like it.Some people have ripped out your heart, but you still pretend not to be in pain, because you love.

wedding day.

Jiyi is my bridesmaid.

Before the final swearing-in, Ji sounded up and helped me touch up my makeup in the fitting room.

"The bracelet on your hand, do you really want to wear this?"

I stroked the silver-white auspicious cloud patterns on my wrist with my fingers, and asked her, "Huh? Isn't it pretty?"

"It's not suitable for a wedding."

The woman on the opposite side lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions, and her voice was faint.

"It's not suitable, but I like it."

I laughed at myself.Hold the child's chin and look directly into her eyes.He said, "After wearing it for so many years, how could it be possible to just pick it off?"

The child's eyes gathered water, and he smiled softly.

Like so many times in the past, I can always see her hidden thoughts.

People outside started rushing us.

The last sentence I said to her before the meeting:

"I always like it from you."

Whether it is a thing or a person.

The author has something to say: Liming: Later I realized that all the obsessions in life,

all the melancholy,

All sudden silences and sighs,

smiles and tears,

It all comes from this sentence: If it were you, it would be fine.

☆、Chapter 36

I sat in the living room for a long time.

It was so long that when I heard the sound of the door opening, I also heard the cracking sound of the bones in my neck.

The night light had already been turned off, and the sound of Ji who came in was surrounded by the sunlight behind him, making it illusory and hazy.

So, is it already dawn?

I opened my mouth, but didn't dare to make a sound.

Ji closed the door with a bang, walked in, looked up and met my eyes.

My figure finally appeared in the red eyes again.

She seemed a little surprised, her chapped lips parted slightly, and her voice was hoarse: "Sister."

I jumped up and stood up, almost stumbled and stepped in front of her.He reached out and hugged the child tightly.He buried his head in her neck, sniffing the familiar sweet fragrance.

The child was covered with the air-conditioning of the night wind, and his whole body was icy cold.Tightening my hand even tighter, I said hoarsely, "You're back."

Ji hugged me back and replied softly, "Yes."

Cute and gentle.as always.

The voice I wanted to hear came back.

The kid I wanted is back.

That's enough.

Tears scrambled down Ji's neck, moistening a large area of ​​the pure white dress.

Ji patted me on the back and coaxed me softly: "I'm back. I'm not leaving."

"Sister, don't cry."

"sorry."

But the gentleness of the Ji sound made me feel aggrieved instead, and the crying sounded like a shower hitting plantains.

The exhaustion from a long night's sleep poured out in this eager catharsis.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed.But there was no Jisheng figure beside him.

I turned over and rolled off the bed, and when I stood up, I staggered and knelt on the ground with a "boom".Painful tears welled up in his eyes.

It wasn't until I pushed open the door of the room and smelled the aroma of the room that my beating heart finally settled down.

I trotted into the kitchen.

The kid wore a neat ball head and wore a pink little white rabbit apron, and the movement of frying the ribs was smooth and fast.

With wet eyes, I hugged Ji Yi's waist from behind regardless.Feeling the child's stiff movements, he had to push his face to his neck.

"Sister, I'm cooking."

"Yeah." I replied muffled, but didn't dare to let go.

I heard Ji sighed, poured a bowl of water next to her into the pot, turned off the heat, put down the spatula, and put the lid on the pot again.Change fry to stew.