When Zhang Zheng quickly removed the clothes on Sister Ju's body, Sister Ju's beautiful jade body was displayed in front of her, due to the recovery of the body, the increase in nutrition, Sister Ju's body was better than before, Tingting Yuli's slender and delicate body, the convex place was convex, the thin place was thin, and it was more graceful than a fashion model. On the face as bright and delicate as rose petals, a pair of watery, deep and secluded, dreamy and pure eyes are touching.

A delicate and delicate little Yao nose, a cherry-like red mouth and smooth and graceful peach cheeks, it seems that all the advantages of the stunning beauties in ancient and modern times are concentrated on Sister Ju's face, which makes people feel excited just by looking at it.

Her white and crystal clear snow skin is as delicate and lubricated as the petals of the first bloom, making people dizzy and heart-shaking.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and my sister is like a pure and flawless Snow White, Yaochi Xianji who does not eat fireworks in the world, which makes people love, hurt, and pity.

"Sister, your body is so beautiful." Zhang Zheng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva while checking Sister Ju's body and said.

"Xiao Zheng, my sister's body belongs to you, because, since I was a child, I have been your bride." Sister Ju muttered.

After listening to Sister Ju's heartfelt words, Zhang Zheng gave Sister Ju a needle and hummed: Give me an imagination, put on the wedding dress of your dreams, I am your groom before the red candle.

Cut a piece of the word Xi and paste it on the east window, and pick up my thoughtfulness and fill the wedding room.

Let you snuggle in my arms, and I will be your thoughtful bridegroom tonight.

Tonight you are my bride, holding your little hand and falling asleep.

Listening to the charming tune in the mouth of the beloved man, Zhang Maoju couldn't help but think a lot, Brother Zhang was right, to be his own groom, can only be imagined. Think about your current situation, why not sympathize with the same disease? To be Xiao Zheng's bride, it is only in a dream. Thinking of this, the former talented girl Zhang Maoju couldn't help but hum softly: Give me an imagination, put on the wedding dress of your dreams, I am your bride before the red candle.

Draw a full moon hanging on the east wall, picking up my tenderness and falling all over the marriage bed.

Let you snuggle in my arms, and I will be your gentle bride tonight.

Tonight you are my bridegroom, holding your big hand and going to sleep.

"Xiao Zheng, I really want to hear what you said when you were a child now, can you say it again and let my sister hear it?" Zhang Maoju asked.

"'You are my woman, whoever dares to move your finger, I will make his face bloom', sister, is this the sentence?" Zhang Zheng asked.

"It's not this one, it's the one you said to me before you left the country." Zhang Maoju prompted.

"Oh, 'Sister, you are my woman, wait for me to come back and marry you', sister, is this the sentence?" Zhang Zheng asked.

"Yes, that's it, my sister is supported to this day by virtue of this sentence. Thinking about the year, seeing you go abroad, my heart almost died, fortunately, God has eyes, ten years later, Xiao Zheng, you finally returned to my sister's side, although time has passed, the good times have been difficult to fulfill, but my sister has died happily. Zhang Maoju said emotionally.

Seeing Sister Ju's excited demeanor, Zhang Daguan was very moved, recalling the consequences of his and Sister Ju's antecedents, recalling the endless thoughts in a foreign country, and couldn't help but sigh: endless thoughts, endless nostalgia.

Think of your appearance, remember your fatness.

Keeping in mind our fate, worried about whether we can share a white head?

Listening to Brother Zhang's exclamation, it triggered Zhang Maoju's thousands of thoughts, looking at the other side of the ocean every day, thinking of his sweetheart, that anxious mood is difficult for ordinary people to experience, and now when I think about it, it really makes people sigh: time has no end, and it is impossible to cross the chasm.

Although it is difficult to break the fate, it will not let go of your hand.

Although I won't follow you, I will definitely share a white head with you!

"Sister, you are still so quick thinking and talented, so my brother has to admire it very much." Zhang Zheng said with a smile.

"Xiao Zheng, in fact, when I was in elementary school and middle school, our essays became the model text of the entire school district many times, and we were also called Xiaojia, I remember that the small articles we wrote were also on the juvenile newspaper, alas! Looking back on the study and life at that time, it is so nostalgic. Zhang Maoju said with a look of infinite nostalgia.

"Yes, when we were children, we were childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, one guessing riddles, writing poems and essays together, catching fish and shrimp, harvesting grain and picking fruits together, especially playing at home, marrying a bride, carefree, so happy, now looking back, it is pleasant and infinitely missible." After finishing speaking, Zhang Zheng was still immersed in the memories of the past.

"Brother Zhang, I remember, on the eve of going abroad, when you said goodbye to me, you gave me a little modern poem, do you remember?" Zhang Maoju asked.

"Of course I remember, is my sister still kept?" Zhang Zheng asked.

"Of course I kept it, it was our last token, it was worth keeping." Zhang Maoju said happily.