grassland
Wen Yan was left alone on the bed.
She was a little confused and dazed for a while, then decided to get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
In fact, Wen Yan knew that she had no right to be jealous or angry. No matter how much Wen Zhili spoiled her, she was still just her sister.
But she really couldn't control her anger, so she had to pretend nothing happened during the day and was hot and cold towards her sister.
What else can I do? I'm just unhappy.
Wen Zhili had just finished showering, and the bathroom was still filled with mist. Wen Yan walked into the mist, which still smelled of her sister's shower gel, and sullenly took off her clothes.
When she came out of the bathroom, wiping her hair with a towel, Wen Zhili had already returned with a peeled and diced apple in a disposable paper bowl.
The other person was stunned for a moment when he saw her, then turned his eyes away and said unnaturally: "Put on a bathrobe, Yanyan."
Wen Yan was delighted to see her reaction.
She was only wearing a pair of underwear and a loose white T-shirt, revealing her shoulders, collarbones and white and tender legs.
She came out like this on purpose, just to see if her sister would react when she saw her body.
Although her sister's discomfort didn't mean anything at all, Wen Yan's depression was mostly swept away.
She obediently put on the bathrobe provided by the hotel, while pretending to mutter: "It's not like I haven't seen this before..."
After she was dressed, Wen Zhili coughed lightly and walked towards her.
Wen Yan watched in confusion as the other party handed the bowl of apples to her. She smiled faintly and said, "I asked the hotel front desk for a disposable bowl and knife. Do you want to eat some? The fruits here should be delicious."
Wen Zhili is such a good sister.
Even if she has washed the apple and handed it to you, as long as you act a little bit naughty, she will patiently peel and cut the apple for you, just to get you to eat some of the apple.
Wen Yan took the apple, and the unhappiness that had been accumulating in her heart for a day completely disappeared.
Now she couldn't bear to leave her sister alone any longer, intentionally or unintentionally, so she quickly fed her a few bites of apple with a toothpick, and then acted coquettishly to her sister and asked her to help her blow dry her hair.
Of course Wen Zhili would not refuse, and he felt happy that his sister was getting closer to him again.
She smiled and took out a hair dryer to help her sister blow her hair. Wen Yan sat obediently, eating an apple and cooperating quietly.
Although his sister was quiet, Wen Zhili's mind was not.
All she could think about was the image of her sister just coming out of the bathroom.
Pink cheeks, eyes filled with moisture, and a narrow waist that rises and falls with each breath, clinging to the damp cotton cloth...
It's really different from when I was a kid...
She stared blankly at her hand on top of her sister's head, her fingers entangled in her hair, as if they were destined to be entangled by fate.
Just as she was lost in thought, the little head under her suddenly moved, and she raised her little face to look at her, blinking her big watery eyes deliberately, and said pitifully: "Sister, it's too cold here, let's sleep together tonight..."
Wen Zhili: "..."
In fact, the room has air conditioning and heating.
But Wen Zhili has never been good at saying no to his sister, especially when she is acting coquettishly.
So she nodded helplessly, not realizing how seriously wrong this decision was.
Wen Yan instantly raised a cute smile that showed she had succeeded in her plan. She tilted her head back and pecked her sister's cheek. After her hair dried, she immediately folded the two quilts together, then took her sister to wash up and lay down in the quilt together.
The lights were turned off all of a sudden, and before either of them could adjust to the darkness, they couldn't see each other.
"Sister, where are you? Sister?"
"Here, Yanyan."
"Touch, touch, touch where my face is. I can't see you."
Wen Zhili chuckled. "Okay, I'll touch it."
The next second, a slightly cool hand touched her arm, then moved up and slid onto her shoulder, causing Wen Yan to tremble.
Then, the hand deliberately skipped over the sensitive neck and gently covered her cheek. After a while, another hand covered her other cheek.
A soft voice came from the darkness: "Yanyan, I'm here."
Two people who had just finished taking a shower huddled in the same quilt, their ankles gently touching. The scent of shower gel and warm body fragrance rose and intertwined together, and the atmosphere became charming in the dark night.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only the faintest breaths echoed in the room, so quiet that Wen Zhili was afraid that his heartbeat would betray him.
She was holding her sister's face in her hands, the girl's warm breath gently falling on her wrists, like a feather tickling her heart.
She couldn't see the other person, but the delicate touch of his palm seemed to be tempting her, along with the faint fragrance of his hair brushing against her cheek, tempting her.
Just as Wen Zhili was struggling to move his hand away, Wen Yan suddenly spoke in a soft voice, as if afraid to disturb the atmosphere.
"Sister, do you have anything you want to tell me?"
The tone of voice, which contained a hint of questioning, reminded Wen Zhili of what happened with the guide during the day.
She withdrew her hand and said seriously, "Yanyan, during the day, the guide and I were just talking about you."
The other party's inexplicable self-conscious explanation made Wen Yan's heart instantly jump with joy, like tasting the tip of a strawberry.
"Talk about me? Talk about me about what?"
"He said his girlfriend looks a bit like you and that you're both very cute. He also praised your big eyes and beautiful smile."
"Girlfriend??"
This time Wen Yan was really stunned.
A chuckle suddenly came from the darkness, and the suspended joy in it was magnified in the darkness.
Wen Yan could imagine that there must be blatant ridicule in the other person's smiling eyes.
Wen Yan had completely let down his guard against the guide at this moment, and he felt much more relaxed, so he decided to tease him back.
"Sister, why are you telling me this?"
Wen Zhili felt a little flustered for no reason. She coughed lightly and replied, "I just don't want to make you unhappy."
"My sister was just chatting with him normally, why would I be upset?"
The teasing tone in the girl's voice made Wen Zhili feel unusually uneasy. She was hesitant about how to respond when she heard the other person speak softly, "Sister, I am indeed unhappy."
"There's a line in 'The Right Bank of the Ergun River': 'What you love, you'll eventually lose. What you don't love, on the other hand, will stay with you forever.'"
His eyes had somewhat adapted to the darkness, and Wen Zhili stared blankly at the person opposite him whom he could not see clearly, while the other person's deliberately unclear words drifted into his ears.
She found that she was also looking straight at herself, because the tiny light in her eyes seemed more dazzling than ever in this quiet night.
The heartbeat is a sudden rebellious drumbeat, rampaging in the chest.
Wen Zhili couldn't remember what expression she had when she carelessly hugged her sister. She gently scolded her in a voice that had no deterrent effect at all: "Don't let your imagination run wild in the future, Yanyan."
In her arms, her younger sister replied in a muffled voice, "I know, sister."
She rubbed herself against her sister's arms and found a position that made her comfortable.
"Good night, sister."
Darkness never reveals secrets; it only silently provides shadows, low temperatures, and just the right amount of blur—making the tight embraces and scorching gazes that cross the line at night seem natural.
It does not judge or expose, but gently wraps around those wandering fingertips, the burning breath and the silence that is about to be said but cannot be said.
For example, now, it covers two hearts that are closely connected but beat at different frequencies. They are like unlit candle wicks hiding trembling flames.
Wen Yan buried herself in her sister's arms, her scent lingering in her every breath. Feeling her sister's seemingly unstable breath, she felt as if she had discovered something—even though it was hard to believe, she still felt that she had discovered something—the kind of love she had always dreamed of.
She wasn't sure - would God bless her like this? She wasn't sure.
…
The next day, Wen Yan was called by her sister several times before she slowly sat up from the bed.
The coldness in the early morning here was so cold that it penetrated into the bones and skin. Wen Yan was glad that her sister had listened to the guide who had contacted them in advance when packing her luggage and stuffed a few thick clothes into the suitcase.
Wen Zhili handed her an ice-blue windbreaker with a fleece lining. Wen Yan, who was shivering in the quilt, took it and put it on without even looking at it.
Wen Zhili himself was dressed elegantly, wearing a dark gray coat with a light gray shirt underneath, just in case the temperature rose after noon and he could take it off.
Who would bring a coat when visiting the grassland in summer?
Wen Yan secretly complained in his heart.
On this day, they went to the reindeer tribe in the morning to buy moss to feed the reindeer, strolled along the birch forest plank road in the afternoon, and finally arrived at the Ergun River.
Before getting off the bus, the guide pointed to a hillside by the river and said that the view there was the best.
The guide did not get off the car with them. The two of them walked slowly up the hillside in the warm sunshine at 5 pm. There were some small birch trees standing on the slope.
The Ergun River is much straighter and wider than the winding Morgele River.
The sunlight here becomes very light. It passes through the thin air and falls on the river surface, breaking into thousands of gold foils and flowing slowly with the river water.
In the distance, there is still endless green grass and blue sky.
"Yanyan, your shoelaces are undone."
Wen Zhili suddenly reminded him.
Wen Yan looked down at her untied shoelaces, then gave a sly smile and tiptoed towards her sister.
"Sister, help me tie it."
“…”
"She's spoiled by her own strength."
As he said this, Wen Zhili actually squatted down with a chuckle and picked up her shoelaces to tie them.
Wen Yan was acting coquettishly and softly above.
"I only know how to tie 'bunny ears'. I'm not as good as my sister at tying them for me. They always come undone."
"Sister, you are the best to me."
Wen Zhili stood up, touched her head with a smile, and they stood quietly on the hillside, looking at the river view in the distance, and the wind blowing through the birch forest blew into their noses.
"I will love you all the way to the birch tree."
Wen Yan suddenly spoke without any context.
"What?"
Wen Zhili's heart skipped a beat.
After she came to her senses, she wondered if it was the text from "The Right Bank of the Ergun River" again. Wen Yan had been reading this book recently when she came here for tourism.
But Wen Yan said, "It's a sentence from Tolstoy's book. I think it fits here very well."
"The original words in the book are—"
Wen Zhili looked at her, fell into her eyes as soft as lake water, and watched her lips slowly flow out words:
"I will love you all the way to the birch tree."
The two of them stared at each other, between the blue sky and the grass. This time, Wen Zhili was reluctant to look away.
"Don't you know?"
“Everyone has a mound at the end of their life.”
"There is a drooping birch tree on the mound."
Wen Yan spoke softly, honey-colored fluid accumulated under her eyelashes, reflecting Wen Zhili's figure.
“Yanyan…”
Wen Zhili couldn't say anything else and could only stare blankly at the sunlight pouring into Wen Yan's beautiful light-colored pupils.
At that moment, Wen Zhili hoped that those eyes could always look at him so softly and sincerely.
I hope I can be wrapped up in the almost solidified resin, with all the past with her, preserved vividly and beautifully in her eyes that are illuminated by light like amber.
Seeing her sister looking at her without saying anything, the girl's face flushed belatedly. She turned her head away shyly, her eyes falling on a steeper slope not far away.
"Sister, I'm going to go to that hillside to see if there's any better scenery."
Wen Zhili finally came to his senses. "I'll accompany you."
"You're dressed so elegantly, so don't climb up. Let me go up first and see if there's anything different. If it looks better, you can come up later."
"All right."
Wen Zhili curled his lips helplessly, "I'll wait for you here."
Wen Yan was silent for two seconds as if she was thinking about something. Then, she took out the Bluetooth headset she had just used in the car and gently put it on her sister.
"Within a song, I'll be back."
She said this with a cute smile.
Wen Zhili heard a soothing prelude playing in his headphones.
Wen Yan was about to turn around when she suddenly stopped and looked at her sister. Then she called her in a voice that was just loud enough to cover the music in her headphones:
"Sister, this is the grassland."
"There is only wind and freedom here, only you and me."
After saying that, he smiled softly at her again, then turned and walked forward without looking back. He turned and walked towards the hillside in the warm light. After a while, his figure was blocked by the birch trees, leaving only Wen Zhili with his heart beating alone.
English lyrics began to play in the headphones - it was a lyrical song.
Accompanied by the soothing and pleasant melody, Wen Zhili secretly wondered whether what his sister had just said was a confession of love.
"I don't even know now.I'm sure you'll wait for me."
She remembered her sister's smile just now, her hair swaying slightly in the wind, and what her sister said - this is the grassland, where there is only wind and freedom, only you and me.
"Even now I just cannot deny.I just hold on so tight.Until you and I never could breathe."
"elder sister."
The music in the headphones paused briefly.
Wen Zhili turned his head and his eyes met Wen Yan who was standing on the hillside.
The windbreaker adds a youthful vigor to the girl's originally soft face. She is smiling, and a warm waterfall of light flows over her eyelashes.
“Oh——”
"Wonderful, Incredible Baby irrational."
"I never knew it was obsessional.And I never knew it was with you until you tell me to."
It's going to fail.
Wen Zhili thought helplessly at that moment.
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