The building on the top of the mountain is because there is a lot of rain here, and the shoulders under the wide eaves are like corridors. Zhang Ning talked to them in the dining room for a while, then walked out and walked straight to the bedroom from the corridor under the eaves. Suddenly there was a smell
The fragrance of osmanthus arrived, causing a slight ripple in Zhang Ning's heart.
At the turn of late summer and early autumn, the weather was still hot, but for some reason the sweet-scented osmanthus here bloomed so early. Without thinking much, he put his hand into his sleeve and got the autographed letter from Yao Ji.
"Brother." A voice made him turn around. It was obviously Zhang Xiaomei calling him. He asked casually: "What's wrong, little sister?"
The gentle voice as always made it difficult for Zhang Xiaomei to answer. Maybe she was fine in the first place. After a moment of awkward silence, the young girl soon felt relieved and said: "The osmanthus flowers seem to be blooming. I smell the smell. It's very familiar."
Her voice reminded people of a clear pool of water, surrounded by green plants that were dust-free, soft and quiet. Zhang Ning liked this kind of quiet gentleness. For a moment, he was even more touched because he had noticed it just now.
That floral fragrance.
The younger sister said softly: "There always seems to be the fragrance of osmanthus in the alleys of my hometown..."
Suddenly feeling a little sad, Zhang Ning was silent for a while and said: "But I won't be able to go back for a long time. Fortunately, we will be able to see my eldest uncle in the near future."
"Yeah." A smile appeared in the little girl's eyes, her sadness was always very shallow.
On the contrary, Zhang Ning suddenly felt worried, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary. Zhu Zhanji had no way to confirm that he was a rebel at the moment. He was just suspicious, so he must have tried to torture him first, so that he would not be implicated so quickly;
Furthermore, the emperor is also a person who cares about face and reputation. He often raids the houses of scholar-bureaucrats and exterminates them, which has a huge impact. Therefore, the Zhang family should be safe for the time being, and there is no need to worry so much.
"Let's go." Zhang Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
The younger sister came closer and naturally took his big hand. He didn't react at all. The two of them walked towards the bedroom together. But soon they saw a figure carrying something coming out of the kitchen, and Zhang Ning let go of him like a reflex.
her hands.
After he entered the house, he walked to the washstand and put his hands into the basin to wash his hands. The washstand is a wooden shelf that can hold a basin and two towels. It is a common household item in the south and can also be used in barber shops.
I have seen that people in the Ming Dynasty believed that the body, hair and skin were affected by their parents and should not be damaged lightly, but body hair and beards did not seem to be included in the hair and skin, and they would occasionally tidy up their appearance.
The younger sister then came in, and her voice came from behind, very quietly: "Brother, are you afraid that others will see you holding my hand?"
Zhang Ning nodded in response without saying too much nonsense.
She took a few steps forward and watched him scrub his fingers very carefully, and then took a white towel to dry them. After reading such trivial things, she finally couldn't help but ask again: "Are my hands that dirty?"
"
Zhang Ning quickly turned around, shook his head, sighed, and said gently: "You know, that's not what I meant."
After saying that, he sat down in front of the desk, took out the letter from his sleeve pocket, opened the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and turned around and said, "It's getting late, little sister, it's time to go back to the room to rest."
"I'm going to sleep at my brother's place tonight." the younger sister's voice said.
Zhang Ning was stunned and said: "Are you kidding? Why are you disobedient today?"
The little sister said, "You have touched someone's breasts." After hearing this, Zhang Ning felt slightly ashamed. He turned around and touched the little sister's bright eyes, but he couldn't get angry. Besides, there was no reason to be angry with her.
?
Zhang Ning can easily realize the serious consequences if this kind of thing is accidentally exposed. Whether it is for himself or the people around him, he cannot make himself infamous and have no place to stay. The younger sister is usually very sensible.
He is aware of the body, but occasionally he can be very stubborn. Otherwise, how would he dare to disobey his elders and follow him out? Of course, this is also due to his own indulgence.
He adjusted his mood and thought of some words to enlighten him. He opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.
The younger sister's eyes carefully passed over his face, she looked at him intently, and suddenly said softly: "I'm going back to my room." After saying that, she stood up, turned around and left. Zhang Ning clenched his fists and unclenched them.
, suddenly called out: "Little sister." She stopped and turned around: "Brother, what else can you do?"
"I have never disliked my little sister, and I never will in the future. From the moment I woke up and opened my eyes, that kind of thing was destined not to happen. I will care about you all my life." Zhang Ning paused and finished a paragraph.
After I finished speaking, I felt a little embarrassed. I wanted to see the little girl's reaction, but I avoided looking at her and unconsciously picked up the pen holder to fiddle with the wick of the candle.
A small section of the wick was broken, and the firelight became smaller, making the light in the room even dimmer and hazy.
The little girl stood there quietly and listened, with a slim figure and a pure face. She didn't speak, so Zhang Ning could only say: "I'm not deliberately neglecting you, it's just..."
He originally wanted to say that he was not good to her first. In an era when fame was more important to women than anything else, his little sister's life would be very troublesome if she was not careful. But he was tired of people talking "for your own good". In this world, besides parents, there are no other people.
How many people are so selfless and dedicated to the good of others? So he himself didn’t want to say anything about thinking for you for your own good, so he omitted this sentence and continued: "But you also understand, although I am not Zhang
The blood of the family, but I grew up in the Zhang family and got along with your brothers and sisters, and because of the upbringing of my parents, it is difficult for the world to accept such a thing, and they will say that I am a beast in disguise. I have an engagement with Miss Yang, even if this time
After the accident, they broke off the engagement. I can't risk the world and marry my little sister. My sister is very important to me, so I can't let you be my concubine, right? Let's forget about the wrong things that happened in the past.
how?"
After saying that, he fell silent. He felt as if he was talking to himself. In the silence, he could think that in the future, women will get married sooner or later. Marrying the younger sister is the most correct way to solve the problem. Another man will play with it.
Her breasts, caressing her whole body, and being entangled with her body, like one person.
Why did things become like this? He knew that this girl was his sister from the beginning, so why did he end up in such a situation to make himself unhappy? The so-called "sister control" is a minority, and he was not one of them in his previous life, and he was even less willing to go there
Do those things that are unattractive and useless.
Maybe Zhang Xiaomei is too in line with his aesthetics and is his favorite type. If you can get a type that you like best, you can work hard for it; even when you were young, the motivation for working hard was to find a good job.
Get a beautiful wife.
Black hair, white skin, pure face, slim figure, clean feeling as if exuding fragrance... He couldn't control his emotions at all. The charm in the little girl's eyes was pure and simple, yet seemed to have endless emotions,
When he smiles, when he is peaceful, when he is sad, there is a unique scenery. He also likes the shape of the lips, the feeling of the corners of the mouth, the outline of the facial features and face, which are the most beautiful lines in the world. Even if one day the skin on it is no longer so young and smooth.
, the lines and feeling are still fascinating...
At this time, a heavy weight on his body brought Zhang Ning back to his senses. The little girl had already pressed tightly into his arms, then stood on tiptoes and brought her smooth and light red lips close to him.
He felt like he was falling, a little scared but unable to stop.
"I really want to feel my brother's hand, my body is so warm... I have no strength left." The younger sister's voice whispered in my ears.
A lot of saliva will be produced in the mouth for no reason, and it will linger on the tip of the tongue between the teeth, and then the Adam's apple will squirm clearly when swallowing. The fingers will become self-assertive, greedily memorizing the soft curvature, elasticity and touch inch by inch. Of course, use
Kissing on the mouth is the most comprehensive. Not only can you have a finer touch, you can taste the light and unique smell of the skin, your nose can also fully smell the fragrance, which is clean, pure and full of passion.
"Brother, if you want, you can put your hand into your skirt." She said softly.
With the door ajar and the tranquility of the night, Zhang Ning was worried all the time. This worry accumulated to a certain extent, which made him gradually calm down, and he was careful not to touch the little girl's sensitive heart at this moment with his gentle movements.
She lifted her shoulders from her embrace and said nicely: "That's enough."
The younger sister glanced at him unhappily, followed his gaze back to the unclosed door that was shaking slightly in the wind, and then looked into Zhang Ning's eyes. No matter what he was thinking, he couldn't escape.
The little sister didn't pay attention. So the little sister took half a step back knowingly, lowered her head and silently arranged her black hair and messy clothes.
She asked calmly: "When I go back to the room, will you go find Sister Fang?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ning said awkwardly.
The younger sister said, "Brother, maybe you don't know. As soon as you arrived in Sister Fang's room, your voice could be heard from 20 feet away."
Zhang Ning: "..."
The little girl tidied up her appearance and gave him a resentful look: "Forget it, but don't teach me those big principles again. As long as the principles are useful, I don't have to think about you all the time. I often don't think about you in broad daylight."
Spirit, it doesn’t even taste good to eat without you.”
Zhang Ning remained silent.
"I'm going back." She said then turned and walked out.
Zhang Ning sat for a while, and waited for the excitement to gradually subside before giving up the idea of going to Fang Ling tonight. He glanced at the letter paper on the table. Then he sat down and unfolded the paper. On the white paper, lines of beautiful and elegant words were reflected.
When he saw it, he was shocked and felt an indescribable enjoyment. The black words were like the hair and eyes, the white paper was like skin, and the red lacquer seal was like red lips.
Just reading her words makes me addicted.
Suddenly I remembered that Yao Ji had also said "nothing happened" and that he had said similar words to his little sister. It was so similar. In his previous life, he had suppressed his desire in his desire, and now he was struggling to suppress it in his desire.
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