My sister is born again

Not wanting to, she grabbed my hand in a panic and said to me: "Senior sister, Nian'er dances so fast here, is there something wrong?"

When the palm touched her soft spot, it still felt a little unreal. His eyes couldn't help but stare blankly, his face became very hot, and he responded in a low voice: "Is that feeling uncomfortable?"

But she replied that she was not uncomfortable, she only asked because she was dancing too fast.

As if what my palm touched was a forbidden place, I broke free from her hand that was holding me, and straightened her collar to cover up and said:

"That should be all right."

Fortunately, she was obedient and didn't have the mind to ask again.

The old lady’s son sent shopping, she got up to open the door, I looked sideways at the flipped book, saw the word “Love” she asked before, I couldn’t help thinking about the soft touch in my hand just now.

I had to shake my head to get rid of the strange thoughts in my head, and hastily put away the books.

Saving herself from thinking too much, she put the things aside and said strangely:

"Senior Sister, that man is so strange, he keeps looking inside every time."

He didn't go to see her and simply responded, putting away the books one by one, but he didn't want her to say something suddenly.

"I always feel that he is peeking at Senior Sister."

This tone was slightly different from her usual speech, and she looked sideways at her.

I saw that she was busy looking for pastries, I seemed to pause and asked her: "Nianer, you...don't like it?"

She unwrapped the pastry wrapped in oiled paper, handed the pastry to my mouth, and said very sincerely: "I don't like it, he looks like a bad person."

There is nothing wrong with these words, but it sounds a little childish. I ate the pastries she handed me, and felt a little too sweet, so I stopped eating.

Early the next morning, she went out with me full of interest, and the snow hadn't been cleared yet.

She walked very slowly, but she was in a good mood, holding me tightly with one hand, and looked down at her own footprints.

Just looking at her like this, she can be so happy. I can't help but think, is it because I control her too strictly?

It was a surprise to meet Mr. Wang Taoist while passing by the teahouse. I was afraid that he would say something shocking, especially about her.

I don't want Taoist Wang to say that she has recovered, but I am the one who is in danger.

Without saying much, I took her back to the residence. The charcoal basin in the room was still burning, and my heart was full of uneasiness.

She didn't notice anything wrong, but curiously asked who that old Taoist Wang was.

I simply explained the origin of Taoist Wang, holding the tea handed by her in my hand, I couldn't help thinking about the meaning of Taoist Wang's words.

persistent?My obsession was just to save her.

Outside the window, there was a lot of snow, the sky and the earth merged into one color, and it was all white in the eyes.

I think I don't like snow. It snowed when I was punished by my master that year. In my last life, when I fell off the cliff together with her who was lifeless, it also snowed heavily.

It seems that snow has never been a good thing in my impression, even if the word snow is in my name, I still don't like it.

Because I was born on a snowy winter day, I was discarded.

She on the side didn't speak, and stretched out her hand to pat the snow off her trouser legs. My heart was suddenly filled with sadness, and I couldn't help calling her softly: "Nian'er."

She approached and squeezed my hanging hand, staring straight into my eyes, I couldn't tell her the desolation in my heart.

I had to look at her who was still beside me, so that the big stone on my heart would not make me breathless.

I never thought that she would take the initiative to kiss my forehead lightly, hug me like I usually take care of her, and caress my back with her palm, her movements are very gentle and reliable.

"Senior sister, do you want to see the doctor?" She lowered her head and asked.

I grabbed her by the sleeve and told her she was fine, just remembered some bad things.

Her clear heartbeat rang in my ears, and I counted silently in my heart, as if I could make my heartbeat be the same as hers.

On New Year's Eve, I prepared a lot of delicious food for her. Even if she can't taste any taste, I still want to spend an ordinary New Year's Eve with her.

There is no need to hide and hide, and there is no confrontation with the sword. I drink wine alone.

Through the mist, I watched her sip hot soup and taste various foods little by little, although she didn't eat much.

Firecrackers sounded outside the window, and I was still sober after only a few drinks.

The wind and snow outside were blowing against the window, making a whirring sound, holding the wine glass in his hand, he couldn't help but think that when this martial arts dispute is over in the future, he must take her to a safe place, and it would be the best thing to spend the rest of his life .

She was interested in the wine in my hand, picked up her small cup with her little hand and softly shouted: "Senior Sister, Nian'er wants to drink that too."

I don't know if it's because of the mist or because I drank too much, but I looked at her with warm eyes and shook my head to reject her request.

I didn't see her being annoyed, but she just withdrew the hand holding the wine glass and started eating the chicken drumsticks again.

After a while, as if she had come to her senses, she whispered cutely, "Nian'er is going to be eighteen, why not?"

Obviously she was so wronged, but for some reason I wanted to laugh, put the meatballs into her bowl, and responded in a coaxing tone:

"Senior Sister is drinking wine, and the wine is not good, so Nian'er is not allowed to drink it."

She looked up at me, but glanced at the wine porcelain bottle, begging for a sip very cutely.

Naturally, I couldn't refuse her one more time, so I hesitated to pick up the wooden chopsticks, dipped some wine in the glass, and said to her, "Just try it if you want."

"Senior sister, what does the wine taste like?"

She couldn't taste it, she looked at me in confusion and asked.

I put away the wooden chopsticks and said to her: "The wine tastes very bitter, it's better not to drink it for Nian'er."

She still doesn't understand the feeling of sorrow.

She asked inexplicably: "Bitter wine, why does Senior Sister still drink it?"

Yes, why do people use alcohol to relieve their worries when they know that wine is not good to drink?

The hand holding the wine glass hesitated for a while, and looked sideways at the slightly open wooden window. The wind and snow outside continued unabated, and he murmured in response: "Maybe it's because the bitterness can make people sober, or it can make people wake up." Cherish the sweetness in front of you even more."

She couldn't understand these words anymore, so I drank the pot of wine by myself.

When the lights in Wanjia were all gone, I hugged her to sleep, I don't know if it was because of the sudden drinking or because it was late at night.

I didn't fall asleep right away, and she called softly beside me: "Is Senior Sister asleep?"

Tilting her head close to her ear and answering her, she didn't feel sleepy at all and asked me where I was going after I left Knife City?

In fact, I hadn't thought about the exact place to go, and I couldn't think of any good places in my mind for a while, so I asked her where she wanted to go?

But she said that she wanted to go back to the cabin where she used to live, and I replied softly, "Okay."

As long as there is her, I think no matter where it is, it is suitable.

The wind and snow outside intensified, and drowsiness gradually came up, but she was very energetic.

He hugged her from behind, and stretched out his hands to imprison her, so as to save her from moving around. The quilt in winter is not so easy to be warmed up.

With his eyes closed, he rubbed his nose against her exposed skin, chatting with her.

Seeing her so energetic, it seems to be back to her childhood when she always asked me all kinds of weird questions.

Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her about the past she had forgotten.

She looked at me curiously, her eyes full of inquiry, I called her softly: "Xiao Nian'er."

This was originally a nickname she called when she was a child. She should be a stranger, but I engraved it in my heart.

Although I never called it again, I will never forget it.

This night was too short, I only talked to her about the night when I was punished by my master to stand.

She asked curiously: "What happened to Senior Sister?"

Stretching out his hand to press the gap in the quilt, he touched her face lightly with his fingertips and replied:

"Later, Nian'er fell ill and had a serious illness. The senior sister was worried."

Without telling her, she almost couldn't survive that serious illness.

She rubbed my palm and said she doesn't remember these, will I be angry?

I leaned over and kissed her lips, I don't know if it was because of the sudden memories of tonight that incited my emotions, and I couldn't help tears from the corners of my eyes.

How can I be willing to blame her, my heart is full of distress for her.

Talking to her what I was thinking in my heart, she boldly approached me, kissed my lips, and her eyes stayed refusing to move away.

I held her in my arms and tried to keep her close to me, but she was too frightened by my sudden movement to move.

Suddenly bursts of fireworks sounded outside the window, touching her earlobe with her lips, and said to her: "I wish Nian'er a happy new year and a safe year, and Nian'er is one year older."

She didn't react in a daze, chatting with me, the drowsiness has dissipated.

He chatted with her why he took the initiative to kiss, but she responded: "Nian'er wants to know how the bitter wine tastes like?"

Gently pinching her cheek with her fingertips, she buried half of her face under the blanket and did not make a sound.

I deliberately leaned close to her and asked her if she tasted it.

She was fooled and finally came forward to answer, I gently bit her cool lips to punish her provocative actions just now.

I didn't want her to put her hand on my chest in front of me suddenly, the prank would not work, but I was pranked instead.

I had no choice but to distance myself to see what she was trying to do. She didn't notice anything wrong, and obediently rubbed my cheek.

It's so naive that I can't bear to bully her.

In the end, he had no choice but to hug her tightly and let her fall asleep earlier.

It wasn't until she fell asleep in a daze that I could boldly shift my gaze to her face, pinch her cheek with my fingertips, and cover her with the quilt tightly.

After New Year’s Eve, it’s February, the snow is melting slowly, and the climate is still extremely cold as spring approaches.

Entering from outside the house, she opened the window curiously and looked at the bustling tea house, eating cleanly with the pastry in her hand.

He approached and asked her if she could see the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

She didn't see the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, but said she saw Wang Wan who had disappeared.

The Wang Bowl must be a pawn, and Wen Xie must have some trick in mind.

He told her what he wanted in his heart, and after thinking about it, he felt that Wenxie must have made a sinister move, and his heart suddenly surged with murderous intent.

But she suddenly asked: "Senior sister, what do you want Nian'er to do?"

I immediately calmed down again, because I didn't want her to be stained with anyone's blood at all.

After making such a decision, I deliberately changed the topic, and she was very confused by the words.

She asked quite seriously: "Is there anything else, Senior Sister?"

Pretending to be flipping through medical books, looking sideways at her, he replied, "Don't you know Nian'er?"

Seeing that she still didn't understand, I looked at me seriously, and I answered her: "Nothing else, Senior Sister has always only thought about it."

She didn't respond too much immediately, she reached out to hold my hand, and touched it with her fingertips, as if she was looking for something.

It wasn't until she seemed to confirm that she responded to me: "Nian'er only thinks about Senior Sister."

She thought in her heart that she didn't understand everything, at least even if her heart couldn't understand it, her head would still think slowly.

Maybe one day, she might figure it out, as if she had more expectations in her heart.

So I must not allow people to ruin my future with her. Wen Xie is like this, even the master must not.