Cheng Lan blinked, her sloppy eyes finally began to focus slowly, and she saw clearly where she was: the white crystal chandelier above was from her own room, and there were three kinds of lights of different sizes and intensities that could be adjusted, and her favorite was pink.

Cheng Lan slowly moved her body a little lazily, and simply used the strength of her right elbow to prop her body against the back of the bed: I don't know what's going on in the last few nights, I always feel that I don't sleep well, I'm very tired, and I seem to be quite busy in my dreams. It's just that I can't remember what the dream was. However, one thing is for sure, in the dream, I must have met my sweetheart, and that kind of shy heartbeat is already very familiar. However, I don't have a favorite person yet, who is it? Who is this person in the dream? Alas, it seems that he may be Sichun.

After lying down for a while, Cheng Lan was reluctant to move: she couldn't sleep well for several nights in a row, and she was a little tired. Now, let's take a nap every day to recover my mental and physical strength.

"Sister, still can't you remember what you dreamed of?" Cheng Lian's worried voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Cheng Lan was startled and hurriedly turned her head: her sister was sitting on the sofa, hidden in the shadows, unable to see her expression.

Cheng Lan gently patted her chest with her slender left hand, and there was a slight complaint in her voice: "I was really scared to death by you, and you didn't squeak?" ”

According to Cheng Lan's estimate, Cheng Lian should roll her eyes when she heard this. However, Cheng Lian's body was buried in the shadows and could not be seen.

Cheng Lian stood up and blew a big bubble, and with a "pop", the bubble burst: "Is it necessary?" These days, when you are sleeping, I come over every day, and you don't know it. ”

When it came to this topic, seeing the faint dark circles under her sister's eyes, Cheng Lan felt a little distressed: "I've told you many times, I just can't sleep well, you really don't need to accompany me day and night." She quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and helped her sister to sit on the edge of the bed.

Cheng Lian did not refuse, sat down obediently, and her left hand seemed to unintentionally swipe over the quilt that was lifted: there was no temperature.

Of course, she didn't plan to tell Cheng Lan, who hadn't noticed this, about this matter, for fear that she would worry.

Cheng Lan's two weak little hands were placed on her sister's shoulders, and she wanted to help her pinch the hammer and let her relax: "I said it, it's really fine." Look, at night, you watch by my side. And then, during the day, I want that big guy to come and watch me sleep・・・・・・ to be honest, you guys, how can I sleep well? ・・・・・・Ouch, I'm tired. ”

Cheng Lian took her sister's two tender little hands off her shoulders and gently helped her rub them: Actually, just with my sister's strength, she also helped herself hammer the hammer? I don't feel it at all! However, this is a sisterly relationship, and it is more important than the truth. So, she also cherishes it.

"You, you can't sleep well, there must have been too many things that you can't accept recently. So, the two of us, we must guard you and protect you! Once you're getting used to it, we'll be able to let you sleep alone. "As for the truth, let's hide it for the time being!

Cheng Lan's body was crooked, and she fell into her sister's arms, her beautiful little head was pillowed on her sister's two smooth thighs, and her long untreated hair was scattered on her sister's legs: "Why every time you help me massage my hands, I always feel comfortable all over my body, even my pores are full of comfort, and my heart feels warm." She closed her eyes and savored the feeling.

Cheng Lian didn't speak, she was seriously helping Cheng Lan comb her disobedient long hair: with her two hands, she brushed off the hair covering Cheng Lan's face; then lifted Cheng Lan's little head with one hand, and took out the hair pressed under his head with the other hand; Then use your two hands as two combs to slowly comb the hair that is a little messy.

Cheng Lan's hair is really the same as the one advertised: black and shiny, shiny, silky, and full of elasticity.

Outside the window, the sunlight is just right, shining on the two sisters through the floor-to-ceiling glass, so warm and comfortable.

The knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

Cheng Lan closed her eyes and didn't move: she was already a little drowsy.

Cheng Lian turned her head: It's Mom.

Jiang Zixing, who was wearing a jujube red cicada silk nightgown, had a face full of collagen, and there were no traces left by the years at all. She just quietly clasped her hands in her arms, half of her body stood against the door frame, and a faint shadow hit her, as if she suddenly turned back time and returned to the era of singing and dancing in Shanghai: a charming woman, her charm, whether male or female, can not be resisted.

Cheng Lian rolled her eyes, turned her head back, and continued to help her sister cut her hair: "Please, Mom, a person of your age, don't make such a gesture, be careful to flash your waist." ”

Jiang Zixing put down his hands, twisted his waist, walked in with cat steps, and walked in, his tone was full of anger: "You girl, your speech is just unpleasant." Mom, I'm only forty, how can I describe it as old? As soon as you hear this, you will know that you have not learned the language well. Lan girl, you say, is it a cut? ”

Cheng Lan really gave her mother face, even though she didn't open her eyes, but the words of praise were one after another: "Yes, my mommy, it's the most beautiful." A natural clothes rack, no matter what kind of clothes you have, as long as you wear it on my mommy, the ten-dollar stall is as luxurious as tens of thousands of mink coats. And, ah, Mommy's skin is good, what color of clothes, my Mommy is completely able to control the drops. ”

Jiang Zixing opened a cherry mouth, and couldn't help but open slightly with a smile: "It's still my Lan girl who speaks pleasantly." Lotus girl, you study hard. ”

Cheng Lian rolled her eyes, not happy to take care of her, a mother who seemed to be used to by her father and would never grow up.

"Mommy, come here, what's the matter?"

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Zixing rarely goes to the rooms of his two daughters.

"What, your aunt is here." Then, ignoring the stunned expressions of the two daughters, he turned around, twisted his waist, and walked out.

In the room, Cheng Lan and Cheng Lian blinked their eyes and looked at each other in a daze.

"Auntie? That's it, auntie? Cheng Lan couldn't help but tremble.

Cheng Lian suddenly raised her head and let out a long breath of turbidity: "Who else?" Only that big aunt! ”

In fact, the eldest aunt is a good person: the typical image of a rural woman with a loud voice, willing to endure hardships, and a face marked by time.

treats the two sisters of the Cheng family, the eldest aunt really treats her own daughter, it can be said that it hurts to the bones. As long as they want to eat any farm food, whenever they open their mouths, the eldest aunt will walk for half an hour, take a car for more than three hours, and walk for another half an hour to deliver it.

Moreover, as long as the eldest aunt arrives at their house, she rushes to work and tidy up every corner of the house.

It stands to reason that in this way, the two sisters of the Cheng family should still be very happy with this eldest aunt. Even if you don't like it, at least, you won't have such a tangled and helpless expression.

What's the problem?

The problem lies in the big voice of the great aunt.

If you have a loud voice, you have a loud voice, but you can't talk too much.

If you talk a lot, you can talk a lot, at least, you say something different every time, right?

No, to put it mildly, it's all her precious grandson: I'm really tired of hearing it.

Of course, the Cheng sisters can also understand: rural people, after all, their thinking is a little conservative, patriarchal, and normal.

However, if you praise your grandson, we will not listen, will we not listen?

No way!

So, if you praise your grandson, we don't talk about it, can't we?

No way!

Then, your grandson is obviously cowardly and timid, you have to be well-behaved and sensible, and we have to follow your words?

That's right!

Then, your grandson's small body that can be blown away by a gust of wind, you have to say that you are strong and powerful, and we have to follow your words?

That's right!

Well, we're barely coping with you once or twice, and it's okay.

However, the problem is, once or twice a month, your grandson is already in kindergarten, and after so many years, we are really tired and panicked!

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel!

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't help but sigh!

The two sisters looked at each other helplessly: "Let's go?" ”

"Let's go!"

The two sisters walked out of the room, and when they arrived in the living room, they saw the big black and fat aunt, and in her arms was her grandson, who had never said a word.

The eldest aunt, who was originally sad, smiled at a chrysanthemum on her face when she saw the two girls, but it was black: "The two girls are really getting more and more beautiful." ”

The two girls walked to the sofa, sat down, and shouted obediently: "Hello auntie." ”

"Okay, good ・・・・・・" The eldest aunt who responded with a smile suddenly burst into tears, and the tears flowed more and more, hugging her grandson in her arms so hard, and finally crying loudly, so loud and heartbreaking.

The two sisters were stunned: This should be the first time I saw my aunt cry in my memory, right?

The two sisters turned their stunned eyes to their mother, but they were surprised to find that their mother was crying too, and her tears were falling down in big drops, so sad.

And at this time, the door suddenly opened: it was Dad Cheng Xinghu.

However, Dad's face is also cloudy at the moment, and the two thick eyebrows are locked together.

What's going on?

Dad is also a person who has experienced wind and rain, what kind of things can make him full of violence?