After sending everyone away, Cang Zijian locked the door of the small courtyard, returned to the courtyard where the teaching affairs were hung, and saw that Fu Zhenyu was still waiting for him, his eyebrows were naturally soothed, and he slowed down his voice, and said, "What's going on, let's talk about it." ”

Fu Zhenyu heard the hoarseness, and then remembered that the senior brother had never rested from morning to now, and said several times more than usual. Before she could explain, she poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Cang Zijian, and said, "Senior brother, drink some warm water first, and then wait for me." ”

Cangzijian was indeed very tired, took the warm water, and drank it lazily. When Fu Zhenyu took the two small pears from himself, he happened to drink the last sip of water, put down the tea bowl, and looked at Fu Zhenyu's gaze, which was as sweet as the pears in Fu Zhenyu's hand.

Fu Zhenyu didn't pay attention, she walked to the tea stove, put the washed casserole on it, added water, and cut the pears into the pot. Stewing sweet pears over a warm fire, Fu Zhenyu slowly said that Gu Yongyan was looking for himself to confess. Outside the window, the rain that had been held all day began to scatter. There is a slight cold autumn rain outside, and the warm bubbling pear soup echoes it inside the house.

Cangzijian's heart is unprecedentedly quiet.

This kind of tranquility has not been experienced before, even if it has been encountered before, he will not have such a cognition at this moment, and he will not think that such tranquility is a kind of beauty, and it is the beauty that he wants to grasp.

"Ahh

Fu Zhenyu sneezed, and Cang Zijian immediately got up to look for something to keep out the cold. It was raining outside, and he couldn't go back to the hospital, so he had to look for it in three rooms. But this room is a place to discuss business, and the study is not as good, except for the tea stove in the ear room, there is no heating next to it.

Cang Zijian, who returned empty-handed, took off his coat, handed it to Fu Zhenyu, and ordered: "Put it on." ”

How could this kind of picture that appeared on TV and in middle school happen to her and her senior brother. Fu Zhenyu was stunned and didn't know how to react, so Cang Zijian took matters into his own hands and buckled his wide Confucian robe with body temperature on Fu Zhenyu's body.

The ambiguous breath came to the face.

Fu Zhenyu's face turned red uncontrollably.

The elder brother's clothes, not only his body temperature, but also his smell, the kind of male smell that is different from his own breath, impacted her who was not ignorant.

His heartbeat accelerated instantly, unable to bear such a throbbing, Fu Zhenyu stretched out his hand to take off his clothes, but he was held down by Cang Zijian even with his clothes.

"You're going to get sick, don't be willful."

Cang Zijian is purely on the matter, that is, holding Fu Zhenyu's hand - it is also unintentional, but Fu Zhenyu's feeling is not. She looked at Cang Zijian aggrievedly and complained: "Senior brother, you said that you will no longer bully me." ”

"How have I—"

The unspoken words were withdrawn by Cang Zijian when he saw that Fu Zhenyu's ears were red. So the question is, is it because I accidentally touched my sister's hand, or something else? In any case, Cang Zijian first had to justify his actions: "I didn't mean to touch your hand. The moment you shrank away, I took it away. ”

"I don't mean this—"

"What's that?" Cangzi is humble and asks for advice.

"You put your-" Fu Zhenyu, who realized that he had been fooled, closed his mouth.

But four words are enough for Cang Zijian to know the problem. In addition to touching his junior sister's hand just now, he put his own clothes on his junior sister's body. What's wrong with this?

He needs someone to guide him.

But obviously, the junior sister was unwilling to give him a solution.

So, Cang Zijian said seriously: "If you don't make it clear and don't let me know, how can I avoid it next time?" ”

It makes sense, Cang Zijian is so serious, and even a little unhappy. Habit is a terrible thing, when he sees such a cang, how can Fu Zhenyu not say anything?

"Give me your clothes, they are full of your breath......"

Her voice was small, but it fell like thunder into Cang Zijian's heart. Substituted for himself, he was suddenly surrounded by the breath of his junior sister, no, there was no need to surround him, a shallow kiss that morning, that little bit of breath, he made himself run away.

Cangzijian suddenly felt thirsty.

Fu Zhenyu also said his favorite.

"I'm not used to it."

It's easy to get used to it, but it's easy to get used to. Cang Zijian immediately had a direction to work on, but when he opened the world of senses, he found that he was so close to his junior sister, close enough to hear her whispers clearly, and could smell the faint fragrance-

You can't run away anymore, you have to make your sister angry.

"It's my fault, I'll get used to you in the future, and I'll cloak you again."

How can I get used to it - there are more unfinished words here, Fu Zhenyu really did as Cangzi Jian expected, he forgot to understand his clothes, and rushed into the rain curtain.

Thirsty, Cang Zijian smiled after drinking three bowls of tea in a row.

The younger sister still has feelings for herself.

Then again, I'll have to look a little more strictly. Look, it's just a temporary cloak of herself, and the junior sister reacted so much, if it was someone else - thinking of someone else who didn't exist, Cang Zijian didn't have any charm in his heart, got up, served the pear pot, closed the fire, added charcoal, put the teapot, and walked into the rain. first went to his yard to change his dry clothes, and then held a big black umbrella and went to Fu Zhenyu.

The courtyard gate was bolted.

The rain was loud, and Cang Zijian had to bring back the pot of pear soup, wash it and swallow it into his stomach. Forget it, let's get up early tomorrow to see my sister, it's really a cold, and the medicine is found earlier, and the better it will be sooner.

With the sound of rain, the stomach was warm, and Cangzijian, who was ironing in his heart, fell asleep, had a sweet dream, and did not want to wake up.

In the front yard, Gu Yongyan and Fan Ming did not have such a good atmosphere.

The two of them coincidentally stayed in the outer hall shared by the two, and Gu Yongyan said: "Don't say that we live in the same place, even if we sleep with you, we won't marry you because of this." ”

Fan Ming smiled and comforted him: "I know, I know, don't be impatient." Sharing a bed, isn't it like the two of us haven't done it before? Do you see I'm blackmailing you with this? No, right? But if you don't say goodbye, you're wrong. You ran away, the two of us are not together, how can we get to know each other? ”

Gu Yongyan froze, refusing very much, and said, "The two of us know each other very well. ”

Fan Ming immediately denied it: "Obviously not like this, at least, you don't know enough about me." If you understand, you will definitely go home and ask Aunt Bai to go to my house to propose. ”

Once again, she was blunt and made it clear - I will be with you until you approve of me and marry me.

Gu Yongyan was so frightened that she coughed non-stop.

Fan Ming laughed at him twice as always, and said, "Come to Japan, let's rest first." ”

Completely opposite to Cang Zijian's treatment, Gu Yongyan didn't have a warm pear soup, only the annoying sound of autumn rain in his ears. It didn't take long for him to close his eyes. In the dream, as someone wished, he married someone else.

Soon, the nightmare came.

Early in the morning, the rain stopped.

Gu Yongyan was one step ahead of Cang Zijian and guarded the door of the backyard.

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