the landlord is a former

In the middle of the night, the time for watching the new year has passed, and Fu Baiqiu suffered from insomnia.

The people around him slept deeply, breathing evenly and slowly.When the skin|skin touches, the heat|wonderful surges up, stirring up one impulse after another in the bottom of my heart, but the more this is the case, the more restraint is required. She can't help but indulge once tonight, and there can't be a second time.

Once indulged, there is no reason to escape.

She fell into a chaotic situation, not knowing what she was doing, what to do, and how to do it. The understanding of the relationship between the two became more and more blurred, and she even hated herself a little.

She asked herself, do you still love Jinzhi?

Ruoai, why can't she control her temper and repeatedly hurt like revenge.If you don't love, why do you get intimate again and again, giving yourself and the other person empty hopes.

The night was long and deep, silent.

Fu Baiqiu looked up at the dark ceiling, heaved a long sigh, unconsciously grasped the wrist of the person beside him, his fingertips touched a piece of slightly raised and rough skin, his heart stabbed suddenly, and he shivered with pain.

This scar...

Her eye sockets were sore, she carefully grabbed this wrist and brought it to her lips, kissing it again and again.

After a while, she was startled again by the flood of old feelings, and she felt agitated immediately. She put the wrist back to its original position, turned over, and turned her back to the person next to her.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

Confused, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and left the room lightly.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, showing 01:30 in the morning. Fu Baiqiu walked to the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it up.

The air conditioner in the living room has been turned off for a while, and she was shivering in the cold in her pajamas. She looked up at the second floor, thinking about whether to go back to her room, and then thought that the person would wake up tomorrow morning and find that she was not there, and she might cry again After making a fuss, he gave up the idea.

As we passed the small room, light leaked from under the crack of the door.

Xia Xia didn't sleep?

Fu Baiqiu was startled, approached quietly, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, "Xia Xia?"

The ray of light under the crack of the door disappeared instantly, and at the same time there was a very slight "snap" of the switch being pressed inside.

Fu Baiqiu: "..."

She stood there for a while, with mixed emotions in her heart.

Blame her for not doing things well, hurting two people at once, and feeling more and more like a scumbag, full of frustration.

Suddenly, the light underfoot was on again, and then the door opened from the inside.

"Sister..." Xia Lan seemed to be frightened, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Fu Baiqiu was also surprised, and then smiled: "Seeing that you haven't slept yet, I want to talk to someone."

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the air outside was intertwined with cold and hot. Seeing her shrinking her hands, Xia Lan hurriedly pulled her into the room, "Come in, it's cold outside."

There was a drawing board next to the bed with a piece of sketch paper clipped on it. It was covered by clothes, so he couldn't see what was drawn. Fu Baiqiu didn't bother to look at it, he just glanced around casually, and sat down beside the bed.

Xia Lan also sat down, but didn't get too close to her, "Sister, you don't need to comfort me, I'm really fine."

"fool."

"..."

Fu Baiqiu grabbed her hand and patted the back of it, "Xia Xia, do you know the sister who came today?"

Xia Lan nodded: "A star."

"Pfft...hahaha." Fu Baiqiu couldn't help laughing, "I'm not a star, she likes being called an artist."

"Is there... a difference?" Xia Lan scratched her hair in embarrassment, "I don't know much about the entertainment industry."

Although she can play the piano, it is only a small foundation left by learning the electronic piano when she was a child. She didn't touch a real piano until she was in college. The keys are too heavy and she is not used to it. Haha.

In her cognition, entertainment art is a family.

Fu Baiqiu smiled and scratched her nose, "It's so cute. Xia Xia, I like you so much."

Xia Lan was stunned, her black eyes as calm as a deep pool suddenly surged with water, boiling hot, her heart was happily throbbing in the water, ups and downs, as if flying into the sky.

"You know, I have a younger brother who is seven years younger than me. He has been mischievous since he was a child. I have always hoped that my mother would have a younger sister since I was a child, but I have never been able to do so. Now that I see you, I finally know that there is a younger sister. What does it feel like." Fu Baiqiu rubbed her head, the tenderness in his eyes could drown someone.

Xia Lan froze again, her smile froze on her lips, the pool gradually dried up, her heart was frozen and she fell into a deep pit.

My sister likes me.

Treat me like a sister.

I can't be greedy.

"It's a pity that my family members are gone, not to mention my sister, even my brother who I hate and love in my heart is gone."

"If he is still alive, he will be the same age as you, and will soon graduate from college like you. Maybe he will not be convinced by the family arrangement, go out to make a living on his own, maybe he will come back obediently after being bumped into outside, and then laugh at his old sister for not getting married. Get out, haha..."

The light in Fu Baiqiu's eyes gradually went out, and his voice choked up uncontrollably.

"Sister." Xia Lan held her hand instead, anxious to comfort her for a moment, but was too clumsy to know how to speak, and struggled for a long time before saying: "You don't dislike me, I...I am willing to be your sister... "

Fu Baiqiu raised his head, forced back the tears, and stretched out his arms to hug Xia Lan.

The girl's chin rested on her shoulder, motionless in her arms, quiet and obedient.At this moment, she felt great comfort, stroking the girl's soft hair with her hand, "Xia Xia, remember, you are not alone in the future, you have a sister, you have a place to hide and sleep, when you feel persistent If I can’t go down, I’ll go to my sister’s place to sleep.”

"Okay." Xia Lan twitched her body and responded softly.

Fu Baiqiu closed his eyes and smiled, hugging Xia Lan, as if hugging himself seven years ago.

It's okay, she made it through and came out stronger.She can be her own reliance, and she can also give others reliance. She is no longer the self who was abandoned by the whole world, desperate and committed suicide three times.

She said so to herself.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year the next day, Fu Baiqiu got up early to cook dumplings.

The traditional custom here is "dumplings from the first day of junior high school and noodles from the second day of junior high school". When I was a child, I ate them every Spring Festival. In the past few years, I have been alone and don't pay attention to them. I picked them up again this year.She prepared dumplings with three kinds of fillings, three delicacies of pork, shrimp and corn, and mushroom and celery. When she bought them, she repeatedly said that Shi Jinzhi was at home for the New Year, so she didn't need to buy the shrimp and corn dumplings that he loved, but she still bought them in the end.

Xia Lan also got up early, lay on the bed for a while, in a daze, and then slowly got up.

There was no one in the living room, and there was movement in the kitchen. She was stunned, walked over, and saw Fu Baiqiu cooking in front of the stove, her numbness eased a little, "Sister, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Xia Xia." Fu Baiqiu turned his head and smiled at her, "I cooked dumplings, go wash up, and come down to eat later."

"it is good."

Xia Lan nodded and went upstairs to the bathroom to wash up.

Ordinarily, there is also a bedroom downstairs, so there is no need to bother going upstairs, but after what happened last night, she felt that she understood something, so she didn't ask, as long as she knew it in her heart.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Xia Lan stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Her eyes cleared up a lot, but her whole face was still dull. Fortunately, when she smiled, she was perfect and couldn't be seen.She patted her face and went downstairs, just in time to see Shi Jinzhi coming out of the next room yawning, and entered the bathroom on the first floor with a sleepy face.

Footsteps stopped, tangled.

She wanted to apologize to this sister, but after hesitating, she walked down a few steps, and slowly reached the first floor, and stopped at the door of the bathroom, feeling a little anxious.

After a while, Shi Jinzhi came out of the bathroom and met the little girl head-on.

Both of them were stunned.

Shi Jinzhi's first reaction was to be defensive, but remembering Mao Mao's request last night, he suddenly raised a smiling face, "Happy New Year, little sister."

Xia Lan was stunned, her lips twitched slightly, and she whispered, "Happy New Year, sister... that... I'm sorry yesterday, I shouldn't have messed with your things..."

"It's okay, I should apologize to you, I was too impulsive yesterday, I'm sorry." The girl looked timid and unintimidated, Shi Jinzhi felt that if he spoke more seriously, he would become a village bully.

At this moment, she was immersed in the indulgent sweetness of last night, and she was in a very good mood. In addition, Mao Mao regarded this girl as her younger sister and didn't know her sexual orientation, so she left after staying for a while, so she had nothing to eat.An artist must have the image and demeanor of an artist.

"You like the piano, we can communicate." She said sincerely.

Xia Lan was even more confused, terrified and flattered, she shook her head subconsciously and said, "Don't bother me, sister, I don't want you to make trouble..."

"Are you two chatting here? My dumplings are all cooked." Fu Baiqiu came out with two plates of dumplings and gave them a sideways look.

Shi Jinzhi & Xia Lan: "..."

Fu Baiqiu put the dumplings on the table, took a small plate and chopsticks, beckoned them to eat, then turned and went back to the kitchen to wash the pot.

It was cold, she turned on hot water to wash, and white smoke rose from the sink.

"Maomao~" Shi Jinzhi followed quietly, hugged her from behind, wrapped her arms tightly around her waist and back, and rubbed her chin against her shoulder|neck lightly.

Fu Baiqiu froze, and leaned his head against her cheek, "Aren't you going to eat dumplings?"

"I want to hug you." Shi Jinzhi closed her eyes and kissed her ear, "Who told you to get up so early, when I woke up, there was nothing around me."

"There is no way to cook breakfast for the ancestors."

"Who is the ancestor?"

"You." Fu Baiqiu smiled and brushed his fingers, splashing a few drops of water on her face.

Shi Jinzhi's heart was in full bloom, and she kissed her with a "Boji", "That Mao Mao is not angry with me, is it?"

"what?"

"You are right. People are guests, and we are hosts. There is no reason for a host to neglect guests. I will get along well with Xia Xia, and I promise not to embarrass you. Don't be cruel to me anymore, okay?"

Cautiously and even in a humble tone, Fu Baiqiu's heart suddenly ached, and he squeezed the rag tightly with his fingers. Even though the pot had been cleaned, he kept wiping it, rinsed it with water, and then gave a soft "um".

No more, I will never kill her again.

What right does she have to murder her, but because this person only remembers herself.

The feng shui took turns, and the state of the two of them changed. When was the proud little princess so low-key, but now that she saw her, she didn't feel happy at all, on the contrary, she felt even more sad.

——Pop chirp!

Shi Jinzhi pursed his lips and kissed her, and blew into her ear, "Maomao was awesome last night." Then he blushed and let go of her, and ran out quickly.

What's great?

Fu Baiqiu was stunned for a while before realizing what she was referring to, and his ears felt hot.

In the outskirts, 10 minutes' drive from Residential Area [-], there is a temple with a lot of incense, Xian'en Temple.

Fu Baiqiu didn't believe in Buddhism, but his grandparents did. The two elders often came to the temple to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha, offering some incense oil money, and met several Buddhist brothers and sisters.When the plane crashed, the temple performed a ceremony for her family after learning about it. She was deeply moved and would come to offer incense every first day of the first lunar month and put a lot of money in the merit box.

It was early, there were not many people in the temple, and there was a faint smell of incense in the air.

"Do you want to offer incense?" Fu Baiqiu asked the two people around him, holding one with his left hand and the other with his right.

The two nodded at the same time.

There was an incense burner outside the Daxiong Hall, Fu Baiqiu led them over, each took three incense sticks, lit them on red candles, shook them lightly, the flames went out, and green smoke rose.

There is no charge for incense in this temple, and there are no tickets. As long as the believers are willing, they can come in and put a stick of incense in front of the temple to bless them with promotion and wealth, and everything goes smoothly without repaying their vows.If you specifically ask for something, you will burn high incense, and you need to fulfill your vows, and only then will you collect money.

After burning the incense, the three bowed three times each.

Fu Baiqiu entered the hall alone, put 1 yuan in cash into the merit box, and worshiped before the Buddha.Xia Lan and Shi Jinzhi each gave 100 yuan and followed suit.

The number of people coming to offer incense in the temple gradually increased, and the three of them prepared to go back.

Shi Jinzhi buried his head in playing with his mobile phone, busy replying all kinds of blessing messages on WeChat, sending red envelopes back and forth, and talking about auspicious words. May you bow your head and whisper under the tree, which seems to be intimate.

She frowned, with sour bubbles in her heart, and walked over in three steps at a time.

"Maomao~" He hugged her neck from behind, tiptoed a little, pretending to know nothing, "What are you playing?"

"Make a wish." Fu Baiqiu pointed to the tree in front of him.

This is the thousand-year-old locust tree in the temple. Because it stands for a thousand years and has spirituality, it is regarded as a prayer tree by people, and it is hung with red cloth strips as wishes.At this moment, its bare branches are covered with red cloth strips and red silk wooden plaques, forming a unique landscape from afar.

Shi Jinzhi glanced at the two red cloth strips in her hand, and felt sore because she didn't have her own, "I want it too, you help me hang one too."

"Huh? When did you believe this?" Fu Baiqiu was surprised.

She held Xia Lan's arm all the time, Shi Jinzhi tasted very good, but she promised in the morning, now she can only bear it and hypnotize herself, they are sisters.

"It's a colorful head."

"Then draw a lot by yourself. This is a blessing belt given by lottery. It costs ten yuan a lottery, so no one else can ask for it." Fu Baiqiu turned his gaze to the long table next to him, where a middle-aged monk was sitting.

Shi Jinzhi didn't believe this, but wanted to join in the fun, so he smoked it.

[The wind, frost and bitterness can be seen in the spring breeze, the willow color is blue and blue, and the flower color is red.Remember the road of suffering, prosperity is not tempting, you must guard against Ji Nei, for the sake of goodness and peace. 】

"Master, what does this mean?" She looked at the monk blankly.

The monk took a look at it, and said with a smile: "The sign on the top means that all hardships will be rewarded, but you must remember to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Don't be arrogant, mess up your heart, and do more to keep you safe."

"...Thank you." Shi Jinzhi nodded understandingly.

All the hardships come?

She took the blessing belt and returned to Fu Baiqiu's side in a daze. The other party asked, "What sign? Is it solved?"

"Sign on the top." Shi Jinzhi nodded dumbly, "It means that all hardships are rewarded."

Fu Baiqiu was taken aback, his expression froze for a moment, and he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Very good, Xia Xia and I are both signed."

"..."

What is suffering, and how will it end? If this lottery is true and it is in line with their past, then what exactly is Jinzhi's suffering?

There were more and more people, and the three of them hung their blessing belts on the branches, made a devout wish, and left the temple.

At the door of the house, Fu Baiqiu suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to refuel the car, so he put the two of them down and turned around to go to the nearest gas station.

Shi Jinzhi and Xia Lan entered the room one after the other. She was thirsty and wanted to drink water but found that the teapot was empty, so she had to go to the kitchen to find an electric kettle to boil.Xia Lan had just changed into her slippers, and stood at the door for a while, not knowing whether to go back to her room or sit in the living room.

She didn't know this sister very well, and she might be embarrassed to speak, but it didn't seem very polite to go back to the room like this.

After struggling for a while, Shi Jinzhi came out with the pot, plugged in the electricity, saw her standing there stupidly, at a loss, remembered what Mao Mao said, and immediately felt sympathetic, and couldn't care less about the sour vinegar smell.

"Xia Xia."

"???"

"Can I call you that?" Shi Jinzhi smiled at her kindly.

Xia Lan panicked: "Yes."

"Did you play an episode from the cartoon yesterday?" Shi Taojin Jinzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Come on, I think we can communicate."

Xia Lan: "..." She was led to sit down in front of the piano.

Shi Jinzhi lifted the key cover and said, "Play it again and I'll listen."

"Uh, sister... I can't compare with you..." Xia Lan blushed with embarrassment, she was not even up to the amateur level, she was just entertaining herself, how dare she be in front of Shi Jinzhi The class door makes an axe.

"No comparison, just have fun, good boy."

"..."

Xia Lan hesitated for a moment, then carefully raised her hands and placed them on the keys.This is a Steinway, which is much more high-end than the piano she touched at school. The other day, my sister said that she could play with it. She was even afraid that she would break it and would not be able to pay for it.

tension.

It stuttered a bit at first.

Shi Jinzhi listened very patiently, with a smile on her face all the time, which relieved her tension a little.

The kettle also rang. About three to four minutes later, Xia Lan finished playing smoothly. Just as Shi Jinzhi was about to speak, the kettle tripped automatically. She turned her head and looked: "Wait a minute, I'll pour the boiling water come out."

"it is good."

Xia Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and reluctantly took it off the keys.

Shi Jinzhi didn't want the girl to wait for a long time, so he was a little anxious to pour hot water into the teapot. With a shake of his right elbow, the boiling water splashed onto his left hand.

"what--"

She let out a cry of surprise, quickly put down the hot water bottle, and took two steps back. The back of her left hand hurt so badly that she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Xia Lan got up and ran over.

"Hiss..." Shi Jinzhi bared his teeth, with a painful expression, "It's okay, I burned it, I'll go get the medicine."

She hung her left hand with a large area of ​​hot red skin, and while going up to the second floor, she took out her mobile phone and called Mao Mao, asking if she could go into her room to get the medicine box, and only dared to go in after getting permission.

There was a light and delicate fragrance in the room, which was the smell of Mao Mao.

She opened the door of the cabinet by the window by memory, squatted down, and saw the white shell of the medicine box in the bottom compartment, but it was blocked by another small open suitcase.

The pain was terrible, Shi Jinzhi didn't care much, first moved out the small suitcase, and was about to reach for the medicine box, his eyes glanced over inadvertently, and he was stunned.

In the suitcase, the colorful pile...

It turned out to be a small toy!