"Sister, what do you think of Mr. Yan Murong Yan," Duan Jinxiu asked excitedly as she sat down on Duan Xiran's bed with a glass of red wine in her hand.
"It's not that good," Duan Xiran held in his hand a literary copy of "Racine and Shakespeare" that couldn't be more literary, and said without turning his head. His tone was still cold, just like this bedroom decorated like a palace. Same.
Although the imperial concubine is beautiful, if she lives in the palace for a long time, everything will become indifferent.
"Oh, sister, please speak up," Duan Jinxiu said coquettishly, sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking her two feet as white as jade lotus roots.
"What are you talking about?" Duan Xiran put down the book, raised his head and looked quietly at his sister who looked almost exactly like him, but had completely opposite personalities.
"Well, just tell me how you feel about Yan Murong," Duan Jinxiu raised her head and thought for a while, then said, "I think you and he would be a good fit together."
"-----" Duan Xiran did not answer.
She no longer wanted to think about this kind of problem.
"Sister, you're talking, you're making me anxious." Seeing Duan Xiran just staring at her, Duan Jinxiu started to worry.
This sister is good at everything, good looks, good figure, big breasts and round butt, but she is too serious about emotional matters.
Yu Boyu didn't know what was good about him. The two of them insisted on getting together. What happened? Something happened.
One went abroad to pick up foreign girls, and the other became frigid.
Even her sister looked worried.
"Not very good," Duan Xiran said lightly. If Duan Jinxiu was not her sister and didn't know that her personality was like this, she would definitely regard her words as perfunctory - in fact, Duan Jinxiu felt that her sister was Being perfunctory.
You have to at least comment on his appearance first. Actually, that's not possible. It would be better to comment on his movements when he hits someone.
Not very good, just four words, it doesn’t matter.
"Impossible," Duan Jinxiu raised the corners of her mouth slightly and looked at Duan Xiran with a half-smile, like a little fox who was proud of having done something bad.
"When he was grabbing the collar of the Yu family's animal and slapping him hard, I clearly saw your eyes shining brightly - Sister, please do it realistically,"
"It was the first day I met him," Duan Xiran was almost driven crazy by her sister, so she had to say, "So, I can't say I have any impression of him."
"Then why are your eyes bright?"
"Street light reflection,"
"-----"
Duan Jinxiu drank down the red wine in the glass depressedly, kicked off her pink slippers with a rogue rabbit pattern on her feet, stepped on the bed with her bare feet, pointed at Duan Xiran and said, "You lied,"
"-----" Duan Xiran was speechless.
There is nothing to lie about this. I was just frightened by his methods at the time.
"Jinxiu, go back to your room and go to bed. It's very late," Duan Xiran didn't want to get entangled with Duan Jinxiu on this issue, so she pointed to the clock on the wall where the hands were already pointing to two o'clock.
"No," Duan Jinxiu said resolutely, "Sister, your problem must be solved early. You are already twenty-eight. If you stay any longer, you will become a saint ----- even if you don't find a husband, you will find one. It’s better for a man to try to fall in love first. You were with that Yu Boyu before. Is that called falling in love?”
As he said that, Duan Jinxiu became more energetic. It seemed that the bed was too soft and she was a little tired from standing. Duan Jinxiu sat down with her legs crossed, looked at Duan Xiran and said, "It's not a matter of going on a date with a boyfriend or girlfriend. For a movie, you can just go to a Western restaurant to have a candlelight dinner, or if you are poorer, you can go hand in hand to the park ----- As for you, your date with Yu was actually to go to the cultural relics market, where the things there are all old-fashioned. People are getting old soon, do you think it would be interesting to go on a date there?"
"Don't interrupt me. You always talked about me when I was a kid. Just listen today. It's my turn to talk about you." After stopping Duan Xiran, Duan Jinxiu continued, "Let's talk about eating."
"When men and women go out to eat, they are always in love with each other. It doesn't matter how good the place is, or what they eat. You feed me a mouthful, and I feed you a mouthful. You and I are there for each other - you guys It's better if two people have a meal together, it's like sharing a table, no one talks to the other, and they just pay and leave after eating."
"In the end, it's all about this festival," Duan Jinxiu shook her head, looking like she hated the iron.
"What's wrong with the festival?" Duan Xiran was also a little dazed by Duan Jin's words. In her mind, it seemed that this is what boyfriend and girlfriend should do, but she forgot that this is the 21st century. It’s not the past era where you couldn’t even see your wife if you didn’t get married.
"Holidays, festivals are even more of a problem," Duan Jinxiu said as if she understood very well. "On Valentine's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day, and Christmas, men and women go on dates first and then eat. Finally, give each other gifts, and finally, when the love is strong, find a hotel and book a room, and then the boyfriend pierces the girlfriend's original or pirated virgin membrane ----- this is called love. , do you understand?”
Duan Xiran was stunned. She couldn't understand when her sister learned these things, and why she didn't seem to be shy at all when she said such things.
Seeing Duan Xiran in a daze, Duan Jinxiu sighed, "Sister, tell me, is that what you call love?"
"I don't know-----" Duan Xiran rarely avoided this question. He looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling with his ethereal eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"If you had known that your children would have been rolling all over the floor," Duan Jinxiu said angrily, "I think Yan Murong is a nice person - not handsome in appearance, but he is also kind of delicate and good-looking. Regardless of his type and family background, although Mr. Yan has retired, in ancient times, Yan Murong was the prince -----Looking at his fierceness when he named Yu, he was definitely a very safe person. man,"
Yes, Duan Jinxiu took Yan Murong's violent beating of Yu Boyu as a sign of security.
"How about it, sister, why don't you try to get along with him," Duan Jinxiu suggested, "You don't have to go to bed or kiss, you can just hold hands."
Duan Xiran didn't answer. She admitted to the three sins that Duan Jinxiu told her - but there was no need to let herself get along with a man she had only met once.
Suddenly, Duan Xiran had a bad premonition in his heart. He looked at Duan Jinxiu, whose face was red because he spoke too fast, and asked, "Are you attracted to him?"