disturbed
What did you say before?
Oh yes, fate always gives Wen Yan a period of extremely happy time, and then unexpectedly gives her a heavy blow.
Wen Yan was lost in thought.
At this moment, opposite her was Wen Zhili.
The other party just held down her hand that was trying to cause trouble and rejected her invitation, no matter whether he was above or below.
Wen Yan was a little confused. After all, her sister rarely refused her. Moreover, it had been almost half a month since they last did it, and her sister had rejected her every time during this period.
The reason was that the last time they went out - which was after 1 a.m. - their parents suddenly came home early.
But they had already finished by then, and Wen Zhili had cleaned up the scene. They were just seen sleeping in the same bed.
Wen Yan didn't think it was a big problem.
But Wen Zhili said she felt her mother had begun to doubt.
…
Wen Yan looked at her sister in front of her, and saw the deep fatigue in her eyes.
The anxiety of separation once again entangled her.
She lowered her head and said yes in a small voice.
Wen Zhili was stunned for a moment, then he gently cupped his sister's cheeks with both hands and gave her a soothing kiss on the forehead.
Catch her subtle and dense loss.
"Yanyan, be good and don't be sad."
"I don't miss anything, sister. Didn't we agree on this before? Let's be quiet for a while."
Her sister just got off work, and Wen Yan didn't want to throw a tantrum anymore and make her more tired.
She nodded obediently, and when she looked up, she met her sister's tired but gentle smile.
Still looks good.
She finally pecked her sister's mouth and said nothing more.
…
But it’s like I said before.
People often say that separation is usually foreshadowed.
…
The setting sun dyed the study a warm orange. Wen Yan hugged a pillow and, like a puppy that had found its nest, habitually nestled in the familiar corner of the study where there were two single sofas.
On weekends when their parents are not at home and their sister is, they usually come to the study.
Wen Zhili was typing code on the solid wood desk, and Wen Yan chose one of the sofas and curled up on it, sometimes playing with his mobile phone, sometimes reading a book, waiting for the sun to warm him up.
Just like now.
"Yanyan."
Wen Zhili's voice was still as gentle as the spring breeze.
She had just left the study and came back with a thin air-conditioning quilt in her hand.
"Is it cold? Do you need to turn up the air conditioner?"
Wen Yan naturally reached out to take it, thinking that her sister would sit next to her as usual, or help her smooth out her messy hair.
None of them.
—You know, this is not an ordinary sunset.
…
Wen Yan lowered her eyes and said in a normal tone, "No need."
Wen Zhili smiled. She knew that her sister liked to cover herself with a blanket with the air conditioner on at a slightly lower temperature, so she sat back at the desk without saying anything.
Wen Yan was playing with the robot Xiaoyan in his hands.
In fact, she wanted to ask some questions.
But in the end she didn't know what to ask, after all, this was a voice robot she made for her sister.
…
Wen Zhili glanced at his sister who was huddled by the window.
A very small one.
The setting sun stretched the shadow of her eyelashes very long, covering up her emotions and making her look a little lonely.
The clouds outside the window burned into a magnificent ashes.
Wen Zhili was about to say something when Wen Yan suddenly raised his head.
Still looking at her with those pure almond eyes.
"elder sister--"
"Let's go watch the tide."
…
So Wen Zhili checked the tide table and after confirming that there would indeed be a considerable tide in the evening, he took his sister to have dinner, cleaned up the house, and got into the car.
Wen Zhili still doesn't have the habit of playing music, and Wen Yan still likes to open all the car windows when riding in the car.
The two people said nothing and did nothing, and the silence lasted for the entire 40-kilometer journey.
Wen Zhili recalled that evening on the grassland in the twilight outside the car window.
It's summer again.
The expectation in my sister's eyes was so cautious.
At that time, my sister said, it would be great if we could always be like this.
She didn't say anything.
And now, light and darkness are divided here, and dreams and wakefulness alternate here.
—You know, this is not an ordinary sunset.
Wen Zhili looked back into his sister's eyes.
She said.
good.
…
11pm.
They really stood on the river bank at the tide-watching point.
This place is located at the junction of the river and the sea. Due to the trumpet-shaped terrain, which is conducive to the gathering of sea water, the waves are surging and spectacular. Every year around the 18th day of the eighth lunar month, it attracts a large number of tourists to come and watch the tide.
But it was already evening, and it wasn't a popular time to watch the tide, so there were only a few people standing on the shore.
The two sisters found a place far away from the embankment and waited for the tide to come.
Under the moonlight, the river water presents a dark, flowing texture, spreading out in the dark night.
The evening breeze created a thin but tough barrier between them.
"Coming soon."
Wen Yan suddenly spoke, his voice so soft that it almost disappeared in the wind.
Wen Zhili hummed and cast his gaze at the pitch-black area where the water and sky met.
A low roar sounded, and it came towards the shore with overwhelming force.
On a quiet night, the waves are unclear and the sound of the tide becomes even more turbulent.
Here it comes.
The tide rolled up foam and fragments of moonlight, roaring, surging with great momentum and grandeur.
After the most tragic sound of the boat hitting the shore.
Wen Yan suddenly spoke: "Sister."
Wen Zhili looked at her, amidst the struggling whirlpool and thick mist.
Wen Yan didn't look back, but continued to look at the water and whispered, "This road is very bumpy, I know."
The water is swirling and surging, chaotic and spectacular.
"The moment I fell in love with you, I foresaw the pain of today."
"But I do love you."
She blinked.
A small drop of ocean fell from her face.
She said it was just moisture from the tide that gathered on her face.
Wen Zhili said nothing.
Every sound of emotion falling was drowned out by the sound of the river tide.
The waves hit my chest and made it ache.
After a long time, the tide receded and the sound of the tide gradually subsided.
As if nothing had happened.
Wen Yan finally wiped away the water stains on his face that he couldn't tell where they came from.
Then she turned and whispered, "Let's go."
Wen Zhili followed her and finally looked back at the river.
Under the moonlight, it still flows eastward.
…
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