Les How sweet can a love affair between two girls be?

01

At noon, my sister and I finished eating and walked out of the mall.

The dark sky seemed to be about to collapse, and the clouds kept rolling.

We walked quickly in the direction of home with our ten fingers clasped.

There was a long queue at the entrance of the store in Mi Xue Ice City, and the student sister stared back at the milk tea inside one by one in three steps.

I said, it's going to rain, you have to hurry home, this weather is like you, it will change your face!

Her originally smiling face immediately darkened, and she glanced at me white and said, Obviously like you, ahem!

By the time we got to the shed next to the electric car, the bean-sized raindrops had fallen, the ground had been smashed out of small flowers, and the smell of earth in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

I took a deep breath to suck the familiar earthy smell into my lungs, but I took a cold breath unexpectedly.

I said it was cold.

Sister Touched my arm, took the initiative to put the body up, her body is so warm, I feel like a small torch next to the heart, reluctant to leave her temperature, so I put my head on her shoulder, closed my eyes, smelled the fragrance on her body.

The sound of cars, rain, and whistles are not as good as the sound of sister's rapid breathing.

The two of them stood together for a long time, and the sister said let's go home.

Into the rain, I tilted the umbrella as far as possible towards the student, she rode the electric car, I sat in the back seat, my chest was close to her back, one hand held her, the other hand held her umbrella, the rain in the light wind, all poured into her body.

When I got home, my back was soaking wet, her chest was soaking wet, and we laughed at each other's wretched looks.

She took a quick hot shower, blew her hair, changed into a dry outfit, I changed my clothes but didn't bother to blow my hair, she heard me sneeze, and hurriedly took a piece of clothing from the room and draped it over me, forcing me to blow my hair.

My heart is always warm, even under the cold wind, the flame in my heart is still burning.

Just because I have her by my side, whether it is wind and rain, or the eyes of the world, it is not enough for me to let go of her.

02

On Tanabata, my sister gave me 11 bottles of chili peppers of different flavors, packed in boxes, each box with a postcard on it, and each postcard with a long memoir written on it, all beginning with "wife" and ending with "I love you".

She also said that the peppers of my life, she has wrapped!

Crouching on the ground with her, reading her memoirs together, I wanted to cry in every picture, I couldn't tell whether it was too touching or the memory was too bitter, I had to say that the text was too sloppy, and I walked away for some reason, but my sister hated me for not reading it.

In fact, every paragraph and every word she wrote, I have long been familiar with reading.

I love to cry, but I'm afraid to cry in this kind of scene.

I was afraid of falling into a memory, because I almost lost her in the memory, and the love in the memory was too green.

I didn't have to be her then, but now I have to be her!

She also gave me a small bouquet of roses, I first thanked her for her romance, and then did not understand the style, do not send things without vitality in the future, I like to have vitality, like to watch them grow more and more luxuriant, do not like to appreciate those easy to wither and lifeless ornaments.

My sister glared at me sullenly, and I stuck it on with a cheeky smile.

She probably hated that when I told the truth, I didn't praise her clever romantic beauty in place, blamed me for being stupid, and didn't praise her happily.

She was really cute when she was angry, a person crouched silently on the ground, clasping her feet and fingers, I walked over and squatted in front of her, hugged her, kissed her on the forehead, she would break free, after a glance at me, quickly changed directions and continued to crouch.

At this time, I just need to say, come to my arms, I will send you a red envelope of five pieces and two, she will twist and squeeze close to me, and then reach out and slap my chest, crying and complaining about her grievances, a pitiful and painful look.

Pulling her into my arms, I began to apologize for my mistake without a face.

On the night of Tanabata, the student sister did not broadcast live.

After we finished eating, we came to the square where we had quarreled before, there was a fountain next to it, many people sat on the steps to cool off, children played by the fountain, not far away, aunts were dancing square dance.

In order not to let the student sister hate this place, I turned on the apology mode, saying that the tears fell down like broken beads, and the student sister leaned over painfully, took my hand and said it didn't matter, she didn't care at all.

But the more careless she became, the more I felt like a shrew.

After I got tired of crying, I started expressing my love to her again.

Love, moistened by tears, is like a winged angel, shuttling through the crowd and flying into the distance, as if fulfilling some mission, sprinkling our love on the earth.

Seeing the smiling face of my sister, a brilliant flower blossomed in my heart, even if there was no light, it also bloomed, because love itself would shine.

03

At noon on the 20th, her sister-in-law gave birth to a daughter, when the sister received the news, we were eating, she was so happy that tears were about to overflow, her eyes were squeezed and squeezed, but she never expressed the excitement she should have, I pretended not to see her disguise, and said something very happy to myself.

She was afraid that I knew she was in disguise, and I was afraid that she knew that I had already uncovered her disguise.

I just don't want to destroy her psychology of pursuing perfection, and I am willing to pretend to be deaf and help her guard the perfection she wants to protect.

These days, her mother always urges her to get married, and she often asks me, do we want children? What's the name? Can she wake me up at any time when she's pregnant? Where do children go to?

Asking and asking, the two people will laugh and fight together, I often call her stupid, she stared at me and asked, is it really stupid?

Usually I'm going to say very seriously, well, really silly.

She sighed a long sigh, frowned, and muttered, What then?

One day, without warning, she rushed into my arms crying, crying loudly, my heart shook violently, the nerves of my whole body tensed, hugged her tightly, gently stroked her back, thinking that something big had happened, it turned out that her mother had scolded her because of the matter of bringing food to her sister-in-law.

She felt aggrieved and sad, crying until she was about to lose her breath, before she released my hand, silently said a hot word, and took my hand and sat under the fan to continue crying.

The tense nerves relaxed, and I began to feel sorry for her again.

I took a tissue and gently wiped her tears, for fear of damaging her makeup, when she was sad, I didn't even dare to speak normally, for fear that my tone would frighten her, so I had to be careful from words and actions.

After comforting her for half a day, she calmed down.

She said that her mother would urge her to get married like this again, and she would tell her mother that she liked girls without hesitation!

I said, since you have chosen to hide it, don't talk about it again, even if you are angry, you have to learn to restrain, your mother is old, the older generation can't accept this kind of news, don't stimulate your mother, let her worry about being affected, you are the youngest daughter yourself, she just wants you to have a companion, have children and grandchildren, someone to take care of you, she is the most at ease with the person you are.

Every time I talk about affection, I myself will cry first, and every teardrop is full of deep love.

Although I cling to her every day, I still feel that time is too short.

Every day I got up first, and when she was in bed after the hour, I started kissing her face, her neck, her chest, her arms, her belly.

Every time I kissed, I would call out to the slacker, and she would first frown and roll over, a word with anger floating out of her nose, and then reluctantly stretch out a hand and say, Sleep for another five minutes, the last five minutes, wife, please...

Five minutes later, I called her again.

She would smile comfortably and sit on the bed and ask me to carry her down, and when I got out of bed, I would hug her tightly and say, Sleep is lazy, but it is a shame, and it is another chirping kiss.

She was afraid that her mouth when she just got up was too smelly, so she always closed her lips and let me kiss her like a woodpecker.

I worry about her all the time, love her anytime and anywhere, although she is an adult, she is still a young child in my eyes.

Her good, her bad, I love them all, from dawn to darkness, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, from winter to spring, the four seasons are reincarnated, the love of each season is different, but never because of her bad, let love wither.

In this world, I have too much love and beauty and want to give her one.

04

One night we went to meet Noodles for dinner and ordered a fatty sauerkraut noodle, chutney, potato chunks, and because of the problem of taking pictures, I began to blame her, and she blamed herself as if she had made a mistake.

Suddenly, my heart socket hurt like a needle, and I woke up in an instant, constantly asking myself in my mind, why is this happening?

I can blame her, I can scold her.

But I don't allow her to blame herself, she scolds herself, and others can't!

Including her mother scolding her, I will also secretly be sad for a long time, I dare not tell her, I have to silently comfort myself in my own way.

I was impulsive and my temper came and went, but it wasn't an excuse for me to scold her, and looking at her overwhelmed, flustered look, I was so sad that I was going to die.

Because of my easy irritability, I was overwhelmed, and as if nothing had happened, I began to reflect on everything in the past and said a lot of self-examination words to her.

I said, in the future, don't get used to the impulses under my nature, bad things can't be used to, I don't want you to be wronged, every time I scold you, I am particularly sad, but when the temper comes up, I will still be like a puppet.

You must say your emotions to me in time, say what you are not satisfied with, I realize that I will definitely change, just like this time I scolded you, I myself completely realized, but you are always silently bearing.

Since then.

I also began to pay attention to my temper, she was used to my bad temper is one thing, I can actively restrain my bad temper is another thing.

In life, I will never use it because she is used to it, and this is the real me as an excuse.

She also often said that she was used to such a me, how to do, that being said, but feelings can not withstand the ordeal of bad habits.

Although it is a small thing, the heart will be cold one day, which is a big thing.

What's more, xuejie is the woman I love deeply, the lover I must carefully protect, how can I suffer some avoidable grievances for no reason.

The autumn sun is warm, but the people around her have always been her, warmer.