I glanced up at the big sign in front of the house, and the decoration of the whole mansion, yes, it was my home.

Sister?

"What did she tell me for?"

"There's a distinguished guest in the house, and the eldest lady asks the young lady to come over."

"Distinguished guests? Is it my sister's good-looking? "I went to my sister's boudoir. The brain is a little confused, it feels like it's the first time I've seen this person, she doesn't look particularly beautiful at first glance, but her temperament is particularly good, a faint smile, a shallow dimple on the side of her mouth, a little shy when she laughs, a little coquettish, elegant and intelligent, giving people a very bright and warm feeling.

"Sister!"

"Sister." She came over and took my hand, very kind. It can be seen that the relationship between us is unusually deep. "Did you deliver the letter I asked you to deliver?"

"Delivered." Yes? What letter? It feels like there are two souls living in me, and the words that come out of me are not right. I suddenly lost consciousness at all and followed the man who was controlling me.

My sister stared at the portrait on the desk in a daze, and shouted for a long time: "Great." My sister kept rubbing her little hands, and that shy look was a longing for her beloved.

I sat on the desk naughtily, snatched the portrait of my sister in front of me, looked at the person on the portrait, I was suddenly confused, I didn't seem to be able to see the face on the portrait clearly, to be precise, I lost the ability to recognize the face, even though I could clearly see the humble son on the portrait, but I couldn't recognize who it was, this is a very typical face blindness!

"Do you see anything?" My sister seems to have gotten used to my style, but she's very indifferent. "I looked at his face." My sister's face began to flush slightly when she took the portrait from me. She said shyly, "It's so cute, so handsome." "My sister looks like a nymphomaniac.

I was more concerned about my own face blindness, and I immediately looked at my sister's face and then at the face of my sister's personal maid standing beside me. I really can't tell the difference. The only thing I could tell was the hair ornament in my sister's hair, and when I got closer, I could see the dimples on my sister's cheeks, and on the other hand, I relied on my voice to tell who was who.

My sister took my hand and asked long and short questions, always worried that the man she liked would have someone she liked for a long time, she liked it but didn't dare to say it, and I still had the idea of asking her to write to the man in the portrait. My sister was worried and said, 'Isn't this okay?' ’

"Since you like it, why don't you take the initiative to chase it? The time that people live in the world is limited, so you should tell him first. If he likes you, everyone will be happy. "I'll help chase you." Sister, life is very short, one person is enough. ”

"Isn't the man in the portrait the one who came on a blind date?" I suddenly came up with this sentence.

"Amma hasn't allowed it yet, we've just met." My sister said delicately. "Wasn't you there at the time?"

"Wasn't that yesterday?" I continued: "It's been less than a day. That's what you want to be? ”

But the picture that appeared in my mind was: the man who came on a blind date seemed to know me very well. I can't remember what the situation was for a while.

My sister likes the man in the portrait very much, and she says it in my ear more than 100 times a day, and she never leaves the man. In one afternoon, I ran for my sister at least three times.

Wait a minute, I'm going out again.

I also went to deliver a letter to the portrait man my sister liked, and I walked out to a path lined with kapok, outside the walls of a courtyard. When a little shepherd boy saw me coming, he still led me to the back door of the yard. I went into a small black room, and the little black room was very familiar, it was pitch black, like a study, and a suspended chair hung in the air.

"Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a voice startled me.

"I've got a letter for you." I approached him and said, "What? Not welcome me? That's right, you're going to marry my sister soon, and I'm going to call you brother-in-law when I see you in the future. ”

"Brother-in-law?" He pouted and smiled. "If you can't bear to call, I'll marry."

"I've met your father, don't you marry the past you can say?" After I finished speaking, I felt very wronged in my heart, I wanted to cry, and my voice was trembling. If you want to give away the man you like and like me at the same time, can you not feel heartache? And the kind that will still meet often in the future, look down and don't see what you want to see when you look up.

"I married your sister, so what should you do?"

"Do whatever you like."

In the darkness, the man who was talking to me pulled me into his arms, and behaved a little rudely, but I gladly accepted it, and his arms were warm, like a stove.

"If you don't mind, after I marry your sister, I will take you as a concubine, you will not have less if your sister has, and you will also have what your sister does not have."

I shook my head. "I don't want it."

"Why?" He was surprised and excited.

"My sister is very good to me, and we have a deep relationship."

"That's not a reason."

"My sister loves you very much. And I, I don't want to share my man with anyone. With that, I pushed him out of his arms and ran back to my room, tears streaming down my face along the way.

Soon after, when we met again on my sister's wedding day, my sister was the bride and he was the groom.

I was still smiling, but tears were falling from the corners of my eyes. I really laughed and could cry, and at that moment, I finally knew what sadness was and what tears really meant. Before their wedding feast was over, I fled from the noisy place, took a bottle of wine and found a quiet place to drink it myself, stayed for a while, and began to regret it after a bottle of wine, my eyes were blurred, and I finally cried out loud.

"You know you have me in your heart, but why don't you follow me?"

His voice came from behind him.

"You obviously have me in your heart, why did you marry your sister?"

"You know, my marriage is all the order of my parents, and I can't help myself."

At the moment, I don't know what else to do but cry.

He stood quietly beside me, and we didn't speak for a long time.

"It's windy outside, let's go back to the house." For a long time he put his cloak over me.

I stood up abruptly and hugged him tightly. "If, I said if, if there is a next life, I want you to marry me."

He didn't speak, he just hugged me tighter.

"Hurry in, how can the groom be absent on the day of the wedding?" I pushed him away. "Go ahead, I'll sit down a little longer and go back to the house."

He looked at me reluctantly, touched my face in distress, and finally left.

Looking at his back as he faded away, my vision began to blur again...... [] (To be continued.) )