"Life is like a dream, real and illusory. The pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info white lotus nine appeared, and the heart was fragrant. ”

Hearing this chanting, Zhu Tianpeng's consciousness recovered for a short period of time, and immediately sank again.

He became the young master of a small landlord's family, named Zhao Lie.

When he was ten years old, he lost his mother, and his father was always strict, and Zhao Lie felt that the whole world was cold at that time.

When he was thirteen years old, his father married a step-family named Wei Shan'er, who was only three years older than him.

The sweater is the eldest sister in her mother's house, and there are several younger siblings below. Seeing Zhao Lie, who is three years younger than her, is as kind as seeing her own brother. She cared for Zhao Lie, so that Zhao Lie finally felt the warmth of the family.

When he was fifteen years old, there was a great drought in the world, there was no harvest in the fields, and my father fell ill.

A year later, my father died. At that time, the Zhao family had nothing but a grange and an ancestral house, and all the servants were dismissed.

Zhao Lie wanted to give up his studies and concentrate on taking care of his family.

The sweater dissuaded: "Lie'er, the old man is a talented man, and he can create this family business with little tax; Therefore, the Zhao family can't lose its fame. You just have to study hard, and leave the affairs of the family to me. ”

The sweatshirt was born in a poor peasant and was illiterate, so he was able to be taken by Zhao Lie's father to fill the house, and his appearance was naturally not bad. In addition, she is just nineteen years old, the buds are just blooming, she is beautiful on her own, and her figure is also bumpy and convex.

Zhao Lie was young when he was young, and he got along with the sweatshirt day and night, and he couldn't help but have some feelings.

Seeing the sweater's busy work inside and out, his heart hurt. "Sister Xi'er, you can't read, how can you manage the affairs of the fields?"

Wei Yi'er smiled: "In the past, you father and son danced and wrote all day long, and I learned a few words. Besides, the things of the fields are not all literal efforts. If you don't understand, I'll ask you again. You can teach me to read too!"

So, Zhao Lie went to school during the day and taught the sweatshirt to read and write at night.

In the dim light, the sweater asked, "Lie'er, what is this word?"

Zhao Lie's heart jumped, and he replied cautiously: "It is pronounced as the word 'desire'." ”

The sweater asked strangely, "Why don't you give an explanation?"

He glanced at the soft face of the sweater, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Desire, the valley owes, from the valley, take the meaning of vain, from the debtor, take the meaning of the liquid." ”

Wei Yi'er's eyes widened, staring at Zhao Lie directly, and said angrily: "What is the vain acceptance, Mu liquid, I still don't understand!

Zhao Lie's face turned red when he was stared at, but fortunately, the oil lamp was dim, and the sweatshirt couldn't be seen.

Seeing that he couldn't understand what he was struggling with, the sweatshirt explained to himself: "Isn't it just that we owe grain? Desire, does that mean 'want'?"

Zhao Lie was stunned by the words of the sweater, and she really couldn't say that she understood it wrong!

When teaching the sweatshirt to write, it is inevitable to have physical contact, and holding that delicate hand, his heart beats faster.

Wei Yi'er's mind was on studying, and he didn't care when his chest pressed on Zhao Lie's arm, which made him even more flustered.

Slowly, the sweater also noticed Zhao Lie's strange appearance, and saw that Zhao Lie's gaze was getting hotter and hotter, so he was a little flustered.

Although Zhao Lie is only sixteen years old, his physical development is good, more than half a head of the sweatshirt, and he has a bookish atmosphere, which already has the charm to attract women.

The sweater knows about men and women, and gets close to a young man like Zhao Lie, and he can't help but have thoughts.

But both of them know that this kind of relationship is incompatible with morality and etiquette, so they can only suppress it in their hearts, and they dare not take a step beyond Lei Chi.

At the age of eighteen, Zhao Lie achieved fame for showing talent.

When he heard the news, the sweater leaned on Zhao Lie's shoulder and cried with joy.

Zhao Lie was excited, and he couldn't help but hold his sister in his arms for a while.

It was the first time that the two hugged so closely, and neither wanted to break free, but neither dared to go further, listening to each other's fierce heartbeats, silent.

Wei Xian'er suppressed his feelings and said softly: "Lie'er, we can't do this!"

Zhao Lie hugged her tighter, buried his head deep in the sideburns of the sweatshirt, and indulged in her body fragrance.

Wei Yi'er's voice was a little louder: "Hao Lie'er, let go! You are now a Xiucai, a person with a meritorious reputation, and you will definitely be able to marry a beautiful girl who is a hundred times better looking than Sister Xi'er." ”

As he spoke, he quietly shed tears, which wet Zhao Lie's shoulder blades.

Zhao Lie sensed the sweater's affection for him, and the love in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he squeezed the sweater's delicate body even harder.

The sweater couldn't help but make a sound, she heard the coquettishness in her voice, woke up in fright, and blurted out: "Lie'er, I'm your stepmother!"

Zhao Lieru was hit hard, his face turned pale instantly, and he immediately let go of his sweatshirt.

The restraints of etiquette trapped the two in their respective cages, and they could no longer hug each other.

At the age of nineteen, the Zhao family was prosperous, and the sweater began to marry Zhao Lie.

One day, when Zhao Lie met the sweater, he found that she was neatly dressed, but her appearance was ten years old, and her hair was also gray, so he was busy asking why.

Wei Xi'er said: "Today I invited a matchmaker to come and say goodbye for you." It's just that I'm too young, and I'm afraid that she will look down on me, so I deliberately pretend to be like this. ”

Seeing the twenty-two-year-old sweatshirt dressed up in his thirties, Zhao Lie was very uncomfortable.

A young and beautiful stepmother and a nineteen-year-old stepson, the two of them live in the same house, and there are no elders or servants in the family, which will definitely cause a lot of criticism.

He understood that Sister Xi'er deliberately pretended to be old in order to avoid suspicion, and also for the sake of his reputation Zhao Lie. The love and pity for the sweatshirt in my heart is a little more.

At the age of twenty, Zhao Lie got married.

Since Zhao Lie's wife entered the door, the sweatshirt has always pretended to be in her thirties, and she has never used fat powder again!

Zhao Lie's love for the sweatshirt has long been in his bones, and the pain in his heart is getting deeper and deeper.

When he was twenty-four years old, he accidentally walked into the inner house and saw that the sweatshirt was washing his hair with the help of the maid, and the original soft and smooth three thousand green silk was really white!

He coaxed his wife back to her mother's house, and sent all the child servants out of the house, hurriedly found the sweatshirt, and asked bitterly, "Why is this happening?"

Wei Yi'er looked at him, smiled calmly, gently stroked his emaciated cheek with his hand, and said: "Seeing that Lie'er has made a name for herself, married a wife and had children, and has prospered her family business, Sister Shirt is happy for you! Now Lie'er is already a famous squire, Sister Shirt is proud of you! It is very inappropriate for you to act like this today, don't do it like this in the future, okay?"

Three months later, the 27-year-old sweatshirt fell ill and died.

Twenty years later, Zhao Lie, who learned that his son was a Xiucai, came to the grave of the sweater, got drunk in front of the grave, contracted the wind cold, and died at the age of 44 after the medicine was ineffective.