come close to me hold me

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the two returned home from get off work.The cleaning appointment for the house next door came as scheduled, and Jiang Yien also took over the key to An Yi's room again.

An Xun took out a face towel, lowered his eyebrows and wiped An Yi's photo carefully. After Jiang Yien saw it, he also put down the rag in his hand.

"Sister An, I have a question..."

"What?" An Xun looked up at her.

"An Yi and I, do you look alike?"

This question has been hidden in Jiang Yien's heart since a long time ago. In fact, it is not important, and she doesn't often think about it, but it is a knot that she has never dared to touch. It will be difficult to get along with the truth hidden in the eyes.

Today she was able to ask generously because she knew that An Xun had dared to face the past, and it didn't matter what the answer was, no matter where their love started, as long as the result was a lifetime.

An Xun was also obviously stunned for a moment: "It doesn't look like it, what's the matter?" Then, she looked back at the child in the photo, her eyes softened a bit: "But if Yi'er is still alive, I hope she can be like you, cute , Qingming, and enthusiasm.”

Jiang Yien couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, it's not because she looks like An Yi that he loves her, it's because he loves her that he hopes that An Yi will be like her when he grows up.

"So, you like me to call you sister, isn't it because of Yi'er?"

"Of course not," An Xun felt ashamed after realizing it, "Don't you think I messed up you and Yi'er... Isn't that messed up! She is my sister, you fool... "

Dumbfounding.

An Yi's life is fixed at the age of eight, so in An Xun's perception, she has always been that little kid.In the past, I always cared about the age gap because Jiang Yien and An Yi were born in the same year, and the thought of being a lover with a kid who is the same age as my sister felt absurd.

But after falling in love, she had long forgotten about these things, and after feeling the girl's mature body and mind, she could no longer connect Jiang Yien with her sister.

So even if Jiang Yien and An Yi have a little similarity because of their age, that doesn't constitute a reason for her to love her, on the contrary, it was one of the reasons why she didn't dare to love her.

"I like that you call me sister, because you have always called me sister since the first time we met. So there must be a little bond between me and this name."

As long as the girl softly calls her Sister An, she has nothing to do.

When Jiang Yien got such an answer, his dimples parted, and his smile couldn't hide the brilliance: "Then I will call you Sister An from now on, and I will call you the same when I am old. When the time comes, you must agree!"

An Xun was moved, and his heart softened for a moment: "Okay, if you call me a lifetime, I will answer it forever."

She saw the girl rejoicing at this promise, and when she heard the girl looking down at An Yi's photo and coaxing softly: "From now on, you will be my sister too." She had mixed feelings in her heart.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of a picture.When she bid farewell to this world one day, the dying Jiang Yien came to her grave with a cane, and called her "Sister Ann" with tears in her eyes. At that time, would she blame her and why should she not.

I couldn't help feeling a little sore in my heart, hating meeting too late, hating that life was too short.

The girl seemed to think of her together, with a hint of coquettishness, and softly sought comfort: "Sister An, life is so short, you will love me in the next life, okay?"

The tip of An Xun's nose was sour, and his eyelashes became moist. He put down the photo in his hand, hugged the girl and kissed her: "Okay, I will love you in my next life."

At night, Jiang Yien had a phone call with Ji Xiaoyu. Everyone has been having a bad time for the past two or three years. Their contact has been bombarded with high-frequency messages, and gradually faded into likes in Moments. They wanted to take the initiative to maintain their relationship, so they took the initiative to call After getting on the phone and exchanging pleasantries, she realized that the friend who used to have a lot of ideas and loved to advise her didn't want to talk about love anymore.

Especially when it comes to Wen Jing, there is only empty silence on the other end of the phone.

An Xun leaned against the bedside lamp and read a book for a long time, just a little tired. Seeing Jiang Yien coming in dejectedly, he put down the reading material in his hand, and took the initiative to care: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Yien lowered his eyes, let out a heavy breath, climbed from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, got into An Xun's arms a few times, groaned and chirped a few times, and then told An Xun what happened just now: "I advise Ji Xiaoyu to go back Ren Zhuo came to persuade her to get back together with Wen Jing, she said that the big hospital was too stressful, and that my view of love as 'you must' is naive..."

An Xun smiled, and comforted softly: "Everyone has his own aspirations. You have your reasons, and she has hers. Xiao En, don't always think about imposing your own ideas on others, otherwise both parties will be very tired."

"But is the idea of ​​'you have to do it' really naive? I don't have much experience..." She nestled in An Xun's arms, unintentionally playing with An Xun's fingers, and looked up at the pair of hands that never blamed her. She smiled and asked, "Sister An, if we separate, will you fall in love with someone else?"

In the eyes, it is not the loss after being poured cold water, on the contrary, it is anticipation, anticipation that An Xun will give her a different answer.

She is 25 years old, and she knows that some of her expectations for love are unrealistic, at least before meeting An Xun, she has never expected long and eternity from people.

As she had admitted before, innocence was a choice.

She is capable enough to be an adult and handle all the worldly and challenging things.But in those moments when she didn't need to be mature, An Xun also gave her the confidence to choose to remain innocent.

Just like at this moment, An Xun didn't say "Of course not" perfunctorily, but rubbed her hair, turned off the light, hugged her and fell asleep, her lips pressed against her side neck as if away from her, softly In a slow voice, sincerely and truly whispered:

"Maybe, if we really separated completely at that time, time will probably heal everything slowly, and then you will slowly find out that it is not necessary for you. Maybe after the pain, you will have more precautions, and you will find that a person is also Very good. Or you will still fall in love when you encounter love, and you will find that the "other her" is not bad. But so what? If you are still in love, there is no illusion that you must, why insist on being in Together."

"So, as long as we are still in love and together, my answer must be you."

Childish, she admitted.

After all, it is not a passionate person, after all, it is not so easy to be full of emotions. Falling in love with someone is as difficult as it is, and as desperate as it is.

Jiang Yien was like a spring breeze, and there were waves in his heart. Through the moonlight, he looked at An Xun's watery eyes dimly, and couldn't help but rub the tip of her nose, and the corners of his lips leaned together.

Then gently responded:

"I hope this childish delusion can last for a lifetime. Sister An, the feeling that my heart beats every time I look into your eyes is really great..."

"When we are all old and can't walk, it will be a matter of course that we must have you. At that time, I will only have one heart that can beat for you again."

"Even if the love will not be strong for a lifetime, I am not afraid that we will change from love to family relationship, and I am not afraid that time will make everything flat. As long as it is you, as long as that person is still you, I am not afraid of anything."

After seeing the love that ended without a disease, I was even more afraid of the two or three years of separation, and cherished this accidental fate even more.

As he spoke, the pit of his neck became slightly moist, and Jiang Yien himself couldn't tell whose tears it was, maybe it was the interweaving of two tender places.She saw An Xun's eyes against the moonlight, more moist and bright, with a bit of misty favor, looking at each other, as if it had passed a long century.

I wanted to say good night and hug each other to sleep, but my right hand was gently held, slowly rubbing from the wrist to the tiger's mouth, and then to the fingertips, the voice she was greedy and fascinated by, softly whispered in her ear: " Does your hand still hurt?"

The surrounding air has become a bit ambiguous, but the hands don't hurt, and it's serious to worry about An Xun's body.I put my palms on my waist to remind me, but I couldn't bear to caress meaningfully.

In a dilemma, there was another low-pitched whisper in my ear:

"Cute, my sister wants you..."

Jiang Yien took a breath in shock, his brain buzzed, his eyes dimmed, and his whole body tensed up. Everything hadn't started yet, but with just this one swaying, a soft chant almost spilled out of his mouth.

It's not that An Xun has never satisfied her. She will never forget the eve of Disney's separation.It's just that at that time, all she wanted was to comfort and appease An Xun who was crying in her arms, and she didn't want her to waste a little more energy, so even though they were satisfying each other, she still had a slight upper hand.

Before falling in love, she always thought that happiness is only under the cover. After meeting An Xun, she realized that taking the initiative is a kind of irresistible instinct. , is extremely wonderful.

In the end, I blame An Xun's unbelievably beautiful way of Ning Ning's brows and closed eyes, and his restrained and restrained crooning is also very seductive.

"elder sister……"

She wrapped her arms around her waist, which she held tightly, and promised.

An Xun hugged her and kissed her all over the cheek, tenderly and eagerly.Eagerness is the heartbeat, gentleness is the wind in the ears.The soft and charming voice coaxed her in a low voice, telling her not to be afraid, telling her not to be nervous, telling her: "Be good, my sister will love you well...", her tense body finally softened.

It turns out that you are eagerly longing for me too?

The pajamas were pulled away, and An Xun's fingertips were gentle and somewhat cold, and he searched slowly in the flat mountain, bit by bit, to find her weak spot.

Still like drizzle, soft and long.

Rational, gradually began to get out of control.Her An Xiaoxun has been through it many times, and she can't understand the fragility of women very well. She has been lusting after her for a long time, sour and crisp.

Only then did she know that An Xun might have longed for countless times in her heart for some places that she had passed by, but she never blamed or urged her.

Rubbing lightly with one finger, the thin material separated was instantly soaked with affection. She instinctively let out a soft exclamation, and immediately bit her lips in shame: "Sister An..."

An Xun also paused for a second. After confirming that it was not a refusal to stop her, a bit of joy appeared in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed her, pushed her lips away with the tip of his tongue, and comforted her softly: "Don't be shy, I like it... "

Pulling away the frivolous material, the roots are broken, An Xun doesn't dislike it at all, and still kisses gently, it seems to be an opening ceremony, and apologizes first for the rudeness and bullying afterwards.

Finally, the bow was strung.

An Xun was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he didn't forget to cover her with the quilt and hug her body to warm her.She twisted it shyly, lying on her side, with one leg wrapped around An Xun's waist, hooking her neck, catering to An Xun's rhythm, leaning softly into her arms, full of warmth and security.

The foreheads were pressed together, and the fragmented breath filled the cheeks, which turned a little blush, the long hair gradually became warmer, and the lips and teeth became more and more wanton.

Jiang Yien has nothing left, where is he, where is his intention, he is completely drunk.In the whole world, only An Xun's familiar smell remained, the fragrance of crushed jasmine tea.

She couldn't help crying in a low voice: "Sister An...Sister..."

I just feel that I have become very strange, as if I am about to be crushed by something, as if I am about to fall from a high altitude.An Xun seemed to sense her helplessness, hugged her harder, crushed her, kissed her ear, comforted her intermittently:

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'll take you to land..."

The author has something to say: Jiang Xiaoen: The hand hurts for a while and it won’t get better. Can I still be hurt by my sister tomorrow?

Sister An: (not speaking)

Happy National Day, cuties~ New moon and new atmosphere, try not to stay up late! (fake) o(≧v≦)o