The heat in the small bathroom was steaming. Chang Sihao took off his clothes and put them aside, stepped into the wooden barrel and sat down. The water surface rose to his chest. The temperature was hot and it was extremely comfortable.

After arguing, A Yao finally let him wash it first.

But she quickly finished washing and went out.

Maybe it’s because of the injury on the leg that can’t be soaked in water for a long time.

As he thought this way, the fragrance of the wooden boards penetrated into his nostrils. Chang Sihao looked up at the roof of the bathroom, looked at the surrounding walls, and gently patted the edge of the wooden barrel, thinking: "Brother Changsun's home was probably built like this, but the house was built like a decent one. Compared with his, it would become a doghouse." He remembered the saying "Golden nests and silver nests are not as good as their own doghouses", and a sense of accomplishment with strange interest arises. In the past, in the Qin family and in the capital, the servants in the room were ready-made. Everything came and went, and it felt particularly unreal. The city was prosperous, and life was like a dream. It was really a day to go with this kind of life that was always in person.

"Hiss, hiss..." The movement sounded outside the wooden door of the bathroom, very light.

A Yao's voice came in through the door panel: "Brother, I've filled in some more firewood,"

Chang Sihao slapped the water and wiped his face with a smile, "Is that so much hot?"

Going out of the door quietly, and after a distance, Ayao called weakly: "Brother,"

Chang Sihao: "Ah,"

"I have something to say to you,"

Chang Sihao rubbed his neck: "What are you talking about, say it,"

"Squeak,"

The small wooden door in the bathroom sounded softly, and Ayao took his hands off the floor and moved his body in.

She only wore a light pink underwear, and through the misty mist, she could see her drooping face, her red ears, and under her legs, there were no mats.

"Cruff," the door is combined.

She gently held her lower lip, sat down, looking at the floor with her eyes slanted, stretching the hem of her pink shirt, and calmed down in Chang Sihao's astonished gaze. She raised her hand and began to gently untie the neck and the buckle on her chest, [Xian Mo: (This behavior) is not Ayao, but it is Ayao,]

Then open your arms, spread the collar to the sides, and gently fall.

Her body is like a small mountain of Sigami, reminding people of last autumn and the moment she changed her clothes in a carriage.

I still remember that at that time, her body was so smooth, complete and beautiful under the light.

Chang Sihao suddenly realized that he shouldn't have looked anymore, so he hurriedly lowered his gaze, but he was seeing her broken legs sitting at the edge of the wooden barrel.

The wound has grown, and the chestnut-red scar is like a fire burning from the broken hole. Above the fire is a jade color, and there is still the girl's fragrant skin.

He suddenly felt like he wanted to cry.

A Yao lowered his head: "Brother, this is what I am now, do you see it?"

Chang Sihao was silent, feeling the blood vessels connecting the heart breaking one by one, and his heart bulged in a cowardly manner.

A Yao: "Brother, I want to tell you something, something hidden in my heart."

"Ayao..."

"Don't……"

A Yao suddenly supported himself and stepped on his broken leg over the edge of the wooden barrel. He leaned forward, and a "punch" sounded, holding his neck and piercing it into his arms. [Xianmo: Ask Xiao Chang a smile, this hug is compared to how poisonous this copper jar was used to in the past.]

"Brother, don't say..." A Yao's voice trembled a little. He missed his head with his neck and his arms were tightly wrapped. "Listen to me, maybe after today, I never have such courage again. Brother... I have always been thinking about you, I always remember the scene of us taking my bus to Hengshan, I can't let myself not think about it, I remember you holding my hand and advised me not to give up, I want you to take Chuntao and go climbing the mountain, hugging my frozen feet tightly in my arms, I closed my eyes, my heart was your eyes, I put on my shoes, your chest was the earth, I don't want to be your sister at all, but I dare not tell you, I feel sorry for my wife and I am sorry for you, but I have no choice but to think about it,"

"I can only think, I can only think, just keep thinking like this, think about it forever... I know I am not worthy, but at this moment, just at this moment, I want to be loyal to myself once and want a quarter of an hour of selfishness,"

Chang Sihao felt that liquid was falling behind his shoulders.

He knew that it was not a drop of water.

Ayao...

He raised his hand that was sinking in the water [Xian Mo: anchor... Think about it carefully, Xiao Chang's black claws are really an image], hugging A Yao's back, it felt like he was holding a beam of light and a fog, and in his heart, he felt extremely powerless, [Xian Mo: It is both the light of life and the fog of life, giving people hope and confusion]

The light and fog have a sense of reality and turn into a child.

Sister, she is my sister, the little flower I grew up with.

Her shyness and quietness are so compelling that it makes people feel pity from the bottom of their hearts. In order to protect her, they are willing to give up everything, including life.

As an elder brother, watching her sister’s birth, watching her learn to speak, watching her fall, watching her get up, watching her naughty, watching her beauties, watching her heart moves, watching her tears of lovesickness, watching her put on a red cover, watching her sitting in the sedan chair, watching her husband and children, and watching her beauty grow old... As an elder brother, what he wants to do and what he can do, he just looks, watch, and see her happiness as his own happiness, treat her experience as his own, coaxes her crying, make her laugh, be sad because of her sorrow, and be happy because of her joy, isn’t this the brother and sister?

Chang Sihao combed her hair like a cat, feeling her fingertips passing through countless soft sadness, and walked into the most desolate and brightest traces of life. [Xianmo: The last part of the little flower left is the hair left in the stove pit, where there are ashes and fire, which is desolate and bright,]

What's wrong with her?

Isn’t it her who made her say this?

People should be loyal to themselves and be selfish. Isn’t this what you said to her?

With her personality and current physical condition, it is difficult to say something.

There are many people in this world who are reserved, but they don’t know that they are being hurt by reserve. What force is allowed to let go like this.

The reason why she took off her clothes was actually because she wanted to make her look "indifferent" because for her, some words may not be said. [Xian Mo: Ayao is so kind of temperament. This time, she forced herself to do it. It's too difficult for the honest child to take some courage to confess.]

I am her last cliff. Yin'er has already jumped down, and then it's A Yao.

In front of her, is there any way to turn back?

"Follower..." Chang Sihao said in a hoarse voice, "I actually haven't treated you as my sister, and I have always liked you deeply," [Xian Mo: Lies,]

"How could it be..." A Yao's tears subsided.

"Silly... Do you remember what I said to you? I said I was not worthy of Yin'er. That's true. I encourage you not to be inferior and live with backbone. That is actually just persuading myself, because I saw my own shadow in you. Only in front of you can I relax. Don't you feel these things when I pull you and hold you?"

,,If there is any lie that can retain a little decency and self-esteem for her, then say it.

,, The way to avoid a girl who actively confesses to her is to tell her that she will be more moved than before her.

"Brother..."

Ayao was simply at a loss.

"Haha, when you said you wanted to become sworn brothers and sisters with me, I was still very disappointed," Chang Sihao's voice felt teasing and his words became smooth. He was even a little surprised by such a self. Is this due to his immersion in the officialdom? How many of his original self is in his body now?

The water sounded softly, and Ayao moved his body back, put his hands on the back of his head, and looked at his eyes.

Chang Sihaotan's gaze at her was not a trace of stiffness or far-fetchedness, "Don't you believe it? Actually, Yin'er had a sense of my feelings for you before that, otherwise he would not have hidden you when the Qin Mansion was robbed," he smiled calmly.

A Yao's eyes softened.

Facing her gladness and shyness, Chang Sihao felt a tenderness like water surged from the bottom of her heart, as if everything she said just now was extremely true, [Xian Mo: When it is true, it is also false]

Can lie make love come true? Can feelings be used to cultivate truth through falsehood? Or, I used to be deceiving myself, and I loved her deeply in my heart.

You can't think about it anymore. How can a girl do this to avoid hurting her? Is she love purely and seriously like Brother Chen? Is she loves misty and dreamy like Qin Menghuan? No, that kind of love is too painful. Isn't it good to be simple as Mr. Xiao?

Let the lies turn into promises, and try to love her. When the lies gradually come true, they will shine warmly.

Perhaps this is adult love, without some purity and innocence, but it can be happy.

He reached out and gently pushed Ayao's hair that was stained with tears on his face.

What a great sister.

"Is that OK," he asked.

The voice was very light, but A Yao felt his toughness, his ears were red and he was a little scared. He hurriedly hid his face behind his head, and his heart was pounding.

"Um,"

She closed her eyes, was faithful to herself, and made up her determination to be happy.

"Ying'er, I am a beast. I will never forget you, but please forget me in heaven. From now on, I will love another person wholeheartedly," Chang Sihao thought silently in his heart, holding her back with his left hand, and slid down her waist with his right hand, as if he was holding a wonderful blue and white porcelain vase, holding her buttocks and gently dropping it.

The small jaw behind the neck was slightly hooked, and a wisp of red ink overflowed like smoke at the bottom of the bucket, rising enchantingly.

When everything relaxed [Xianmo: The meat and vegetables were deleted again...], Ayao leaned softly in Chang Sihao's arms, pressed his left chest with his side face against his chest, and felt another world.

"Brother, am I in a dream? All this is like a dream..."

Her voice was as quiet as water.

"Yeah, it's a dream,"

"Ah, how could it be..."

"Are you afraid that this is a dream?"

"...Well, I'm so scared, afraid that it's a dream, and I'll wake up eventually," she seemed to feel scared and hugged her hug a little tighter.

"Don't be afraid," Chang Sihao stroked her back and comforted her, "Because you are dreaming, how could Meng wake up?"

A Yao smiled innocently: "I am a dream, then what are you?"

"I... am a dreamer,"

As A Yao thought of this sentence, he couldn't help but think of another level. He thought that his elder brother might not be interested. He might think that he was the only one on this level, and his face was so embarrassed that he burned slightly.

But a beautiful desire overshadowed her shyness, she said softly: "If I think this dream is fine,"

There is only half a sentence of this, because shyness gains the upper hand again.

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Good dreams, everyone wants to do them every day," [Xian Mo: The disabled girl and the prince of the dark horse live a shameless life...]

A Yao knew that he knew what he wanted, so he was so embarrassed that he leaned against him, as if he was too close to him, so he could not see himself.

Chang Sihao smiled and felt that he was not only a beast, but also a vulgar beast.
To be continued...