My sister is born again

Shan Nian dazedly grabbed the hand of the senior sister who was hanging down, pressed it on his heart and said in a panic: "Senior sister, the heart is beating so fast here, is there something wrong?"

"Nianer..."

As if she hadn't reacted, the senior sister stared blankly at the hand that was pressed on her heart by Shan Nian, her face gradually turned red and she responded in a low voice: "Did Nian feel uncomfortable?"

"There is no non-bullying, but I always feel that the jump here is too fast."

Shan Nian shook his head and felt it carefully.

The senior sister broke away from Shan Nian's palm a little, then stretched out her hand to straighten Shan Nian's collar and said, "It should be all right."

Looking down at the kindness of the senior sister, I only felt that the senior sister seemed to be avoiding my sight.

This episode caused Shan Nian to not care about the question he asked before.

"Young master and young lady, the things have been bought." The man who rang outside the door was the old lady's son.

Shan Nian walked sideways to the door, opened the door and took what was in the man's hand, but the man stared straight into it.

"I wonder if the little lady is in better health?" the man asked.

"Well, it's much better." Shan Nian insisted on standing at the door, unwilling to move, until he saw the man leaving as if he didn't put his mind to it.

Only then did Shan Nian close the door, put the things aside, and said strangely: "Senior sister, that man is so strange, he keeps looking inside every time."

The senior sister at the side tidied up the books in front of her and said, "In his opinion, lonely men and widows are probably out of curiosity."

"I always feel that he is peeking at the senior sister." Shan Nian answered with her head down, busy finding that bag of pastries from a pile of things.

The senior sister put the newly bought books and papers together, and seemed to pause and replied: "Nianer, you...don't like it?"

Shan Nian nodded, opened the package of buns and pastries, held a piece of pastry in his hand and handed it to the senior sister's mouth and said honestly: "I don't like it, he looks like a bad person."

Seeing the senior sister lowering her head and biting the pastry, Shan Nian stuffed a piece into her mouth. Although she couldn't taste anything, Shan Nian still wanted to taste it.

Just like my senior sister, wherever she goes, she always buys pastries and puts them in the package.

The senior sister didn't say anything, she only ate a piece of pastry and stopped eating.

On the contrary, Shan Nian ate two or three pieces of cakes and then drank a large glass of water.

The next day, Shan Nian got up early in the morning and went out with her senior sister.

It was twilight, and the snow accumulated on the streets had not been cleared in time, making walking especially difficult.

Shan Nian was in a great mood, holding her senior sister's hand with one hand, looking down at the footprints she had made.

The wind was not strong, but it was still very cold, Shan Nian turned to look at the senior sister, but saw the senior sister's gaze stayed at the gate of the teahouse.

Looking along the line of sight, Shan Nian saw a Taoist priest at the door of the teahouse.

The senior sister didn't move away, but walked away with her kind thoughts.

"Miss Liu, stay safe and sound!"

Shan Nian heard the voice, turned his head to look, and saw the old Taoist priest in his twilight years walking over with a whisk in his hand.

"What's the matter, Taoist Master Wang?" The senior sister seemed to hold Shan Nian's hand tightly tightly.

This old Taoist Wang is already gray-haired, but his complexion is very energetic, Shan Nian looked at him curiously.

"This little girl's fate is quite twists and turns, but now she is getting better. On the contrary, Miss Liu, your fate is full of dangers. Please think twice before acting. Don't be too persistent." Old Taoist Wang said, stroking his long beard.

"Thank you, Taoist Master Wang for your teaching."

The senior sister only replied this sentence, and then left the street with Shan Nian, and went straight back to the residence.

The charcoal basin in the room was still burning, and there was a burst of warmth when the door was opened, and the senior sister sat in the chair with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Shan Nian closed the door, poured some tea and asked, "Who is Senior Sister, Old Taoist Master Wang?"

"The Taoist priest with the most experience in Mingguan Dao, once served as the national teacher of Qudong Kingdom and Hualin Kingdom, he can explore the sky and observe the luck."

The senior sister followed the tea handed by Shan Nian and responded calmly, her eyes moved out of the window, as if she was thinking about something complicated.

Shan Nian sat quietly at the side, seeing the snow on the trouser legs, he reached out to pat the snow off.

"Nianer."

Hearing this call, Shan Nian raised her head and saw the gloomy eyes of the senior sister.

Standing up and approaching, Shan Nian held the senior sister's drooping hands and looked at the senior sister worriedly, calling in a low voice: "Senior sister, Nian'er is here."

The senior sister's deep eyes were so dark that she couldn't see to the bottom, Shan Nian seemed to be unable to see her own figure.

Such a senior sister was shrouded in heavy sadness, Shan Nian only felt that her heart was suddenly tightly grasped, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Shan Nian lowered her head and kissed the senior sister's forehead lightly, caressing the senior sister's back with her palm, hugging the senior sister just like she usually comforts herself.

Even though she was in a room warmed by charcoal fire, the senior sister was surprisingly cold.

"Senior sister, do you want Nian'er to find the doctor?" Shan Nian asked with her head down.

The sleeve of the sleeve was suddenly grabbed by the senior sister, and he asked in bewilderment: "Senior sister?"

"Nian'er is fine, senior sister just remembered some bad things." The senior sister nestled in Shan Nian's arms, listening to Shan Nian's heartbeat.

Senior Sister's words seemed to be comforting kind thoughts, and they seemed to be comforting herself.

Because of this sudden accident, Shan Nian didn't mention it anymore and went out for a walk.

On New Year's Eve, the senior sister asked the old lady to prepare a lot of dishes, and the hot soup was humming.

There was a burst of firecrackers outside the window from time to time, the room was very quiet, Shan Nian picked up the chopsticks and waited for the senior sister to pick something delicious for herself.

Meatballs and chicken drumsticks were Shannian's favorite food in the past. Although Shannian can't taste the taste anymore, she still wants to try it.

The senior sister's expression was as usual, she seemed to be slowly recovering, and Shan Nian sipped the hot soup to feel relieved.

It's just that the senior sister picked up the white bottle on the side, poured it into the cup, and when she drank it by herself, Shan Nian was a little curious.

Seeing that the senior sister drank several cups, she didn't intend to give Shan Nian a little taste.

Shan Nian, who was biting his chopsticks alone, hesitated for a long time, picked up the small cup on the side with his small hand, stretched his arms and shouted softly: "Senior Sister, Nian'er also wants to drink that."

The senior sister who was holding the wine glass on the opposite side shook her head, and replied softly: "Nian'er is still young, I can't drink this thing."

Hey?

Shan Nian looked at the senior sister incomprehensibly, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, picked up the chicken leg with his chopsticks and gnawed.

Stealing a peek at the senior sister who was pouring and drinking by herself, Shan Nian shifted her gaze to the white bottle and whispered, "Nian'er is going to be eighteen, why not?"

A few meatballs were suddenly put into the bowl, the senior sister tapped Shan Nian's bowl with her chopsticks and responded: "Senior sister is drinking wine, and the wine is not good, so Nian'er is not allowed to drink it."

Shan Nian raised her head to look at the senior sister, followed by aiming at the white bottle, silently picked up the cup and said, "Just a sip."

Although I couldn't taste it, Shan Nian was very curious why the senior sister wanted to drink this.

The senior sister didn't take the white bottle, but just dipped the wine in her glass lightly with the chopsticks hesitantly, then reached for Shan Nian, and said, "Taste that Nian."

Shan Nian leaned over, licked the wine-stained chopsticks, looked at the senior sister in confusion and said, "Senior sister, what does the wine taste like?"

"I can't taste it."

"The wine tastes very bitter, it's better for Nian'er not to drink it." The senior sister put away her chopsticks and replied.

Shan Nian asked puzzledly: "Why does Senior Sister drink bitter wine?"

The senior sister hesitated a little while holding the wine glass, then turned her head to look at the slightly open wooden window and said, "Maybe it's because the bitterness can make people sober, or maybe the bitterness can make people appreciate the sweetness in front of them more."

These words of kindness are really misty.

This night, the senior sister drank all the wine in the white bottle, and Shan Nian worked hard to solve the dishes on the table.

Because the senior sister said that Nian'er eats more to be as tall as the senior sister.

That's how the poor and pure kindness believed.

After a simple wash, Shan Nian nestled in the arms of the senior sister, only to feel that the senior sister seemed to be much warmer than usual.

The senior sister seemed to be sleepy, hugging Shan Nian sideways, stroking Shan Nian's cheek with her warm palm, without saying a word.

The sound of firecrackers still sounded outside the house from time to time, and Shan Nian even vaguely saw the fireworks blooming outside through the window.

It's just that they are already lying down now, and Shan Nian doesn't get up again.

The senior sister's gentle breathing fell beside her ears, Shan Nian turned her head to look at the senior sister and shouted in a low voice: "Is the senior sister asleep?"

"No." The senior sister leaned close to Shan Nian's ear and answered.

Shan Nian obediently said casually without moving: "Senior sister, where are we going to go when we leave Sword City?"

"Where does Nian'er want to go? Where shall we go?"

Listening to what the senior sister said, Shan Nian really thought about it seriously.

It's not good for the Qingfeng Sword Sect to have too many people, and Daocheng will definitely not stay too long. Why don't we go back to the mountain where we lived at the beginning, the cabin should still be there, right?

"Sister, shall we go back to the cabin we lived in?"

Only Senior Sister, no one else will bother you.

"Okay." The senior sister replied softly.

Shan Nian nestled comfortably in the arms of the senior sister, holding the hair of the senior sister with her little palm, and couldn't sleep.

The breath of the senior sister beside her didn't slow down at all, guessing that the senior sister probably didn't fall asleep either.

The wind and snow outside didn't seem to stop, it kept falling, and the spirit of kindness was very good.

"Can't Nian'er fall asleep?" Senior Sister held Shan Nian's body with one hand, and asked with her arms around Shan Nian from behind.

Although it was a bit inconvenient, Shan Nian was very obedient and did not move and responded: "Well, Nian'er didn't sleep."

The senior sister rubbed her nose against the back of Shan Nian's neck, and her exhaled breath gently brushed Shan Nian's exposed skin.

"Then do you want to listen to the senior sister tell a story?"

"What story?" Shan Nian replied with interest.

The senior sister said softly: "How about telling the story between senior sister and Nian'er when she was a child?"

Shan Nian turned around, looked at the senior sister curiously and asked, "The story of childhood?"

"Yeah, but Nian'er doesn't remember anything, so the senior sister wants to tell Nian'er."

The senior sister's tone was a little low, and she gently pinched Shan Nian's exposed little earlobe with her fingertips.

Shan Nian, who was easily controlled by the senior sister, quite consciously did not have any resistance, but nodded in response: "Okay, Nian'er wants to hear the senior sister tell a story."

As long as it is said by the senior sister, Shan Nian is actually very interested, because sometimes a senior sister who is too quiet makes Shan Nian feel too disturbed.