First Kiss
When Wen Yan finished getting the water and passed by the living room, his parents and Zhou Yue were still standing there, and the three of them seemed to be in a daze.
She frowned.
"Auntie Zhou, please go back."
Zhou Yue nodded somewhat awkwardly.
Then, Wen Yan looked at his parents.
She could understand them, but it was completely different for her sister who was confused by the situation.
"Dad, Mom, can we talk later?"
"Well, okay..." Wen Jie and Lu Wanqing agreed.
Wen Yan didn't delay any longer and hurried to her sister's room.
When I pushed the door open, the room was dark.
He could only vaguely see a small ball on the bed, and Wen Yan knew that it was his sister.
"Sister, I'm here."
She called her softly.
"Have a drink of water. I just heard that your voice is a little hoarse."
She got on the bed, helped Wen Zhili slowly raise her upper body, and handed the water to her lips.
Wen Zhili did not refuse. He leaned in his sister's arms and drank the water obediently.
The room was pitch black, and Wen Yan could only vaguely see her sister's current appearance through the light coming through the gap in the curtains.
The deep fatigue in her eyes was really eye-catching.
When Wen Yan put the cup of water on the bedside table, Wen Zhili still maintained the same sitting posture, not looking at her and not saying a word.
She was also silent for a while, then she groped for her sister's hand in the darkness and held it firmly.
"Sister, I love you even if you are Wen Zhili. I love you even if you are Lin Endi."
Wen Zhili's heart was filled with turbulence. She looked for Wen Yan's eyes and fell into an endless softness. Something in her heart was about to collapse.
Wen Yan couldn't bear to see her like this. She couldn't bear to see her usually gentle and strong sister reveal this kind of fragility that was not typical of an adult, so she quickly leaned over and hugged her.
Wen Zhili obediently buried his head in her neck.
"Just now...when my parents stopped talking, I thought they didn't want me anymore."
She whispered, her voice still steady.
"What are you talking about? Mom and Dad are afraid that you want to go with her." Wen Yan gently touched the back of her head and comforted her in a panic.
Her sister was in her arms, and the curve of her bony shoulder blades almost pierced Wen Yan's heart, breaking it into a bloody mess.
No one has ever seen Wen Zhili like this.
She thought, perhaps the one in her arms was her original sister.
The sensitive, confused and painful little Zhili who was trapped in the mountains.
Wen Yan patted her back gently, trying to comfort Wen Zhili as her sister usually did.
"Sister, don't be afraid, okay? I'm right here with you. Yanyan will always want you. Mom and Dad want you too."
It turns out this is what true heartache feels like. This was the first time she experienced her sister's fragility.
Unlike the poor kittens and puppies on the street.
It was the urge to hold her in my arms, touch her heart, and squeeze out all the tears mixed with painful memories.
It doesn’t matter if all those tears and pain flow into my blood, it doesn’t matter if I have to bear all the huge sorrow.
Wen Yan didn't understand what kind of comfort someone so sad would need. Under the protection of her sister and parents, she herself had never been so sad.
She could only hug her tighter in vain.
"Sister, I don't want to make you so sad..."
Wen Yan didn't know what to do. He could only rely on instinct and clumsily lean over to kiss her forehead, then kiss her eyes, kiss away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, then kiss the tip of her nose, and then move down to kiss her cheek carefully.
“Yanyan…”
She called her in a low and gentle voice.
She raised her head, and Wen Yan was caught off guard and fell into those red eyes.
…
Her eyes were lakes filled with mist.
Get lost in it.
"elder sister……"
Wen Yan couldn't help but move closer to her carefully and slowly.
Until she could count how many halos there were in her reflection in her pupils.
Wen Zhili knew what his sister wanted to do. She approached very slowly, as if deliberately giving him time to get away.
Wen Zhili recalled that when his sister was little, whenever he was in a bad mood after failing an exam, she would come close to him and comfort him carefully.
Now that I'm a little older, the methods I use are more sophisticated.
We can't do this—she wanted to say.
But in a trance, she heard her murmur.
Her warm breath was on his lips.
"Sister, Yanyan loves you..."
…
Then the whole body could no longer move.
Wen Zhili didn't dodge and let the girl's soft lips cover him.
There was no aggression, no entanglement of lust. Just a gentle touch, like a feather covering the cracks, transferring warmth into those painful lines.
Warm, clumsy, wet, and safe.
Like the green apple my mother handed me back then, like the green apple-flavored lollipop she stuffed into my mouth a few years ago.
There is a hint of sourness in the green sweetness.
In a daze, Wen Zhili realized that this was the smell of his sister.
It turns out that this tempting and sinful seed was planted early on.
In just two seconds, when Wen Yan left, both of their cheeks were burning.
No one spoke for a moment. It was as if there was a layer of wet gauze between them, and darkness became the only cover.
Wen Yan helplessly tucked the hair on her temples behind her ears.
"I...I'm going to talk to Mom and Dad for a while. Sister, you...you're sleepy, so go to sleep first."
Wen Yan hurriedly got out of bed, then remembered something and stammered, "Sister... can I come in and sleep with you later?"
She thought that her sister was so sad just now and probably needed her to be by her side.
Wen Zhili was stunned for a long time before he replied blankly: "Okay..."
After hearing the response, Wen Yan could no longer resist the shame and quickly slipped out of the room.
Leaning against her sister's door, Wen Yan finally relaxed her tense body and gasped for breath.
She felt a little regretful that she had just taken advantage of someone's misfortune.
But there is still a little bit of sweetness spreading in my heart.
So this is what kissing feels like. Are my lips especially soft, or are all other people's lips this soft?
My sister didn't dodge my kiss. Did she forget to dodge, or... did she also want to do the same with me?
But then a feeling of unease came over me, the kind of fear that comes from the fear of losing something after great joy.
She shook her head, suppressed the curve of her lips, and walked towards the living room without thinking too much.
Sure enough, my parents were still sitting there, both of them looked worried, but Zhou Yue was nowhere to be seen.
Wen Yan sat next to them.
"Dad, Mom, what happened just now?"
Lu Wanqing sighed softly and talked about what happened a week ago:
"While you were traveling, Zhou Yue suddenly came to the company to look for us. She had been the mistress of a wealthy businessman, but the businessman's wife recently passed away, and she became his regular wife. She had always wanted to get Xiaoli back, but was too embarrassed to speak up because of her status as a mistress."
This also explains why she didn't come to see Wen Zhili until today.
"Of course we don't agree with her taking Xiaoli away. But she said she's very rich now, and Xiaoli can live comfortably and live comfortably with her. We also thought that even if we leave the company to you two, it would be very tiring to run it. Not to mention that Xiaoli wants to work in computers, which is such a tiring job. If she follows us, it might be unfair to her..."
Wen Yan frowned and asked, "That rich businessman, doesn't he have any children?"
"Yes, we have a son and a daughter. But she said that even if Xiaoli didn't get the company shares when the inheritance was divided, the money she got would be enough for her to squander for the rest of her life."
"I still feel like she doesn't love my sister that much."
Wen Yan's frown deepened, and her little face puffed up again.
"How could Mom and Dad not know? She never knew we brought Xiaoli to Hangzhou. Even if she was just a mistress, she'd have some money over the years. If they really cared about her, they wouldn't have just left her to grow up in that small mountain village. The two children of that wealthy businessman probably wouldn't care about her. She just needs someone to take care of her in her old age and see her to the end."
There was a cruel silence.
Wen Jie sighed again, "At least Xiaoli is willing to stay with us."
Speaking of this, Wen Yan's expression became a little serious.
"Dad, Mom, I'm not saying anything, but you were too cold just now. My sister is sad."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jie and Lu Wanqing both showed annoyed expressions.
"We were inconsiderate. We were just afraid that Xiaoli would go with her, but because of our feelings, we were too embarrassed to say it, so we didn't dare to look at her."
Wen Yan patted them both soothingly and said softly, "It's okay. I just comforted my sister for a while. But you should still turn down some of your work tomorrow, right? Have a good chat with my sister and don't let her misunderstand you."
Lu Wanqing looked at Wen Yan's serious face, which still had a childish look, and couldn't help but sigh that her daughter had really grown up quietly.
She tucked the hair away from her ear with relief and a hint of bewilderment, murmuring, "Xiao Li raised you up and made you into a very good person."
Wen Yan felt a little embarrassed.
"My sister raised me, and so did you and Dad. My sister is a very good sister, and you are also very good parents."
The guilt caused by neglecting their two daughters over the years flowed in the parents' eyes, so thick that it could not be dissolved, and Wen Yan could see it clearly.
She went to hold her parents' hands and said, "Don't feel guilty. My sister and I are in a very bad situation. Without your hard work and earning money, we wouldn't be able to live such a happy life."
"If you feel sorry for my sister because she's working so hard to take care of me, then tomorrow you can say something to make her happy."
After saying that, Wen Yan winked at them playfully, making the two of them laugh and cry, and they quickly agreed.
When Wen Yan returned to Wen Zhili's room, she was already lying on the bed, breathing steadily.
She tiptoed onto the bed, lying on her side next to her sister, facing her, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on her slightly open lips.
Wen Yan's ears felt hot unconsciously, and in a trance, it seemed as if her warmth was still lingering on his lips.
What is the relationship between me and my sister now?
I'm afraid my sister's mind is also confused...
I'm going to have a good chat with my sister tomorrow too.
She lay there for a long time, until her heartbeat calmed down, and then she gradually fell asleep.
She didn't know that after she fell asleep, Wen Zhili slowly opened his eyes in the darkness.
If Wen Yan was awake, he would definitely not be able to understand the undercurrent in her eyes.
Wen Zhili just looked at her quietly, carving her outline over and over again with his eyes.
The long eyelashes that flutter like butterflies with the rhythm of breathing, and the lips that make people think, all declare the purity and beauty of the girl.
The heavy sadness disappeared, and all that remained in my mind was a tangled mess of unspeakable emotions.
What should I do next?
How should I face my sister tomorrow?
Wen Zhili knew nothing about it.
Wen Zhili's sight suddenly caught the dreamcatcher hanging on the head of the bed behind Wen Yan.
Wen Zhili couldn't help but wonder, would Zhou Yue's arrival cause him to have nightmares again?
Will my sister's dream catcher still be effective?
She looked at the quiet and lovely sleeping face of the girl in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but soften.
The dark colors flowed, blending Wen Zhili's overly gentle gaze, which he himself did not notice, into this deep night.
She is right next to you, what are you afraid of?
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