The little boy raised his eyes, looked at the petite back, suddenly stood up, walked over, looked at the person on the painting, and a happy smile appeared in the corner of his eyes: "I said, sister, you also painted this morning, and you painted it late...... He leaned over, put his hand on her thin shoulder, turned his head, and looked at her focused side face with bright eyes, feeling a little cute, he slowly spit out the second half of the sentence: "...... Isn't it greasy? ”

Liluo didn't say anything, her little hand was still as usual, moving slowly: "Because it's good-looking."

The answer was a little incorrect, but the little boy understood what she meant.

He reached out and touched his face, and said quietly: "This painting, how can it be so beautiful."

Riro didn't answer either.

The eyes on the pale pink little face didn't seem to hear for a moment, as if they didn't hear.

The little boy held his forehead, his sister, there was really no way to take her...... He was about to turn around and go out, but he heard her voice, a little childish and squeamish, sweet, but there was no emotion in the tone: "You have a strange smell on you."

The little boy saw her slightly frowning delicate eyebrows, and nodded, her sister has always had a keen senses, and even more so for the breath of the living, he obviously didn't have contact with that woman for a long time, but she actually sensed it. He poured a cup of tea and stood beside her: "How is it, doesn't it smell?" The breath on that woman's body was very refreshing, and the faint smell of herbs was mixed with many indescribable flavors.

Unexpectedly, Liluo shook her head, and after a while, she nodded again. She said, "You'd better stay away from that woman."

His sister was a little surprised that it was a woman.

The little boy nodded, as if he understood. He took a sip of tea, and the sweet spring was green, and his lips and teeth were fragrant. He straightened a lock of his sister's messy hair, and returned it to the back of his ear, with a novelty in his tone: "I thought you were not involved in my private affairs."

"It has always been." The sound of pear falling passed through the vast space.

The little boy smiled, "Then why did ...... suddenly make such a request today?"

She was silent for a long time, and finally said, "It's just my personal thoughts. I want you to stay away from that woman. ”

"Well...... "Well," the young man's eyes narrowed on his delicate face, "then, what if I said that I must approach her......?"

The brush that had been slicing in mid-air finally stopped.

She stood up and waved her hand, her delicate pink cheeks full of helplessness: "That's up to you, as long as you don't regret it."

The young man smiled, his picturesque face was childish, he was a little confused about what his sister meant, sighed, and said, "...... Good sister, I'll tell you the truth, after so many years, I really don't have anything to regret......" The voice was long, revealing a hint of pity.

Indeed, the plain has become a habit of her life, and there are no waves.

Liluo was noncommittal, glanced at the celadon potted plant, the water clock that was dripping all the time, the time was very late, it seemed that today's painting could only go here, her pink fist held the pen, and the other small hand was quickly closed, and put it firmly into the wooden box.

With a muffled sound, the figure of the paintbrush was swallowed, leaving only the delicate shell of the bean paste-colored box. Liluo picked up the ochre-colored cloth ribbon on the box, and the box rose into the air, and she walked to the little boy's side and settled. The boy was half a head shorter than the girl. The girl blinked mischievously, revealing the most vivid expression of the day, she looked down at the little boy in front of her slightly, and said in a soft tone: "Can't you see, today I am my sister, and you are my brother."

In the stunned gaze of the little boy, he walked lightly and quickly left.

The little boy sighed, his sister, always so suddenly naughty, but he, who was used to her normalcy, sometimes couldn't react.