Lan Ting sat up violently, startling Lan Yue on the side.

"What's the matter, this is, a nightmare?" She took out a piece of paper to wipe Lan Ting's sweat, "Such an adult, still dreaming." ”

Lan Yue looks like Xiao's mother, and when she chatters so much, she looks like her mother when she was young.

"Mommy......" Lanting muttered, holding her hand.

Lan Yue smoothed her messy hair: "Our mother is not so scary, and it can still scare you awake." ”

Lan Ting woke up and pushed her away a little embarrassedly: "Sister, are you awake, are you hungry?" I'll make you something to eat. ”

Lan Yue pointed to the kitchen: "Aunt Hourly Worker is here, and she is doing it." ”

This aunt's surname is Wang, she was introduced by the nurse Aunt Zhang, she is very neat, she works very quickly, three dishes and one soup are quickly served, and the sisters are eating, she begins to clean the room and wash clothes.

"Miss Lan, do you still want this dress?"

Aunt Wang took out a piece of clothing from under the sofa, picked it up and asked Lan Ting.

"Oh, why is there so much blood on this!" She shook it open and looked at it, startled.

"Oh no, no, there's blood here, too." Aunt Wang lay on the ground and looked under the sofa.

Lan Ting was still immersed in the strange and bizarre dream just now, she poked the rice in the bowl blankly, and didn't hear Aunt Wang's shouting for a while.

Lan Yue walked to the sofa in a few steps and took the dress, which was bloodstained and very scary.

"What's going on? Where did you get hurt? Why is there so much blood on this dress? She pulled Lan Ting up and looked up and down.

Lan Ting saw the clothes in her hand at this time, it was the sunscreen clothing hooked on the door, it was estimated that Han Pingtao was wrapped under her when he dragged her into the house, and then somehow rolled into the depths of the sofa, and was hooked out by Aunt Wang's broom just now.

"I ......" Lan Ting held the dress, and didn't know where to start for a while.

"Sister, I'm not married."

………………

The curtains were drawn tightly, and on the bedside table, there was still a faint light on the screen-off display of the mobile phone.

Just after eleven o'clock, the screen went out, and the room could not be reached with five fingers, only the rumbling sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

Lan Ting rolled over, not daring to make a sound.

After Aunt Wang left, Lan Ting told Lan Yue what happened, she thought that Lan Yue would be angry, crying, or blame her for not being able to bear a thing or two, but to be so willful.

But Lan Yue didn't say anything, she dried the clothes in the washing machine, took a shower as usual, and then asked Lan Ting to wash up in the morning and come in to sleep with her.

Lan Ting rubbed until half past ten, pushed open the door, the bedroom light was still on, and Lan Yue was lying face in, motionless.

The two lay in silence past eleven o'clock, and Lan Ting turned over again, and took a nap in the afternoon, and now he didn't feel sleepy at all.

She reached over to the bedside table, trying to swipe her phone again.

"I'm the one who dragged you down." In the silence, Lan Yue suddenly spoke.

Lan Ting's hand froze, and a wave of helplessness surged in his heart: "Sister, what are these words?" ”

Lan Yue's voice was a little choked: "Didn't their family just bully you so unscrupulously because there was no one in your mother's family?" It's useless that I can't hold it up, and I have to drag you down by your legs. ”

"No, sister." Lan Ting turned on the bedside lamp and saw that Lan Yue was still lying with her back to her, and wanted to pull her shoulder, but she didn't move.

She simply moved over, her head against Lan Yue's back, and pinched the corners of her clothes, just like when she was a child.

"I never feel like you're a burden, really, I'm so happy, I have a sister."

Lan Yue's thin back kept trembling, and she didn't say a word until Lan Ting fell asleep.