Chapter 238

Like the flowers outside the house, when Jin just left this window.

Jiang Jiusheng stood in front of the attic window, looking at the wind bell waving in the wind on the door. In his mind, green memories rolled in everywhere.

There are smiles and tears. She and Shijin are young.

In that year, when she was 16, Jin was just an adult. She and he were lying on the window of the attic, looking at the flowers downstairs. By then, after October, Begonia was going to thank.

Still, she likes it.

She leans against the window and looks at the flowers. Shijin leans against the window and looks at her.

"Sheng Sheng."

She turned her head. "Huh?"

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "do you like me?" With that, his earlobes were reddish.

The 16-year-old girl, shy, turned her head away and whispered, "I said it."

When Jin is young and mature, he always does not smile. At this time, he smiles, coaxes her with ingratiating and says, "again, I want to hear it."

She didn't say it. She was a little red.

Shijin then twined her eyes. At this time, she was like a teenager. She was not as calm and indifferent as when she was facing the Qin family. She was like a child. She kept asking: "Sheng Sheng, do you like it? Yeah? Do you like me? "

She just said it during the day yesterday.

Last night, he begged her to say it again.

She said no more.

When Jin saw that she didn't answer and didn't annoy her, she took her two hands, hesitated and hesitated, and put her hands on her waist. At that time, she was still a thin young man, looking at the girl in front of her, with a smile in her eyes and a little red face.

"Sheng Sheng, do you like dogs?" He asked.

She nodded her head: "yes."

"Wang!" he called suddenly

She froze for a moment and then smiled.

Shi Jin comes forward, hugs her lightly, and says contentedly, "my Sheng Sheng finally smiles."

She hasn't smiled for a long time. At that time, she was very depressed. She didn't like talking or laughing. It was useless for him to tease.

Because she has been ill, Shijin doesn't let her out. She starts to be afraid of people. She stays in the small building all day and all night. She has nothing to do. So she sits on the steps of the attic and waits for Shijin. She waits all day. No one talks with her, and she doesn't want to speak. Shijin hangs a wooden wind bell at the door of the attic. Because it's wood, the voice is not clear and pleasant. She knows Yes, Shijin is not at ease. She did not dare to put any metal objects in the room, so she chose the wind chime made of wood.

One day, Shijin came back very late. After supper, she sat there and waited. Her legs were numb, so he came back.

"Sheng Sheng," Shijin squatted down, several steps shorter than her, looked up at her and said, "don't sit that high in the future." It's too dangerous for him to watch.

She nodded and said to him, "would you mind not coming back so late next time? I'm a little scared by myself. " I didn't speak for a day. My voice was a little hoarse.

Shijin promised her, "OK." The attic didn't turn on the light. He looked at her face with the light downstairs. He was a little red. He reached out and touched it. It was a little hot. He came close and asked, "Sheng Sheng, did you steal a drink?"

She is not an adult, he does not let her drink, but she always steals because of insomnia.

She shook her head. "No."

When Jin holding her face, don't let her move, close to the past, kiss: "Mingming stole brandy."

Her eyelashes quivered. "Well, it's stolen."

He didn't say anything about her because he wanted to kiss him. He went up the steps, sat next to her, didn't talk, raised her chin, and kissed her gently.

Young kiss, dare not be too presumptuous, a little green astringent, light sweet, only dare to extend the tip of the tongue a little, taste the brandy between her lips and teeth.

She blushed and raised her head to let him kiss slowly. She held his clothes tightly. There was sweat in the palm of her hand.

The white moonlight outside the window shines in, holding two young people. The young girl's eyelashes are quivering, and the young man's ears are red.

Memories, slightly sweet, astringent.

Jiang Jiusheng goes down the loft. The room on the second floor closest to the stairs is Shijin's room. Because the loft is very small, she can only put one bed. She sleeps in the loft, and Shijin sleeps in the room on the second floor.

For a while, she suffered from insomnia at night and would go to his room to sleep. At that time, she was still young and had no defense against men and women. After dreaming, she would be afraid that when she closed her eyes, she would see blood and the flower house of Wen's family.

Then she took the pillow and knocked at Shijin's door.

"What's the matter?" When Jin was wearing pajamas, her hair was pressed disorderly, and her hair was soft. At this time, the whole person felt soft and soft, without any aggression. She just woke up with a hoarse voice, which was also soft. "Baby, have you dreamt?"

She nodded, hugged a big pillow, and showed a small face with a big slap. Her eyes were not sure. She asked him, "can I sleep with you?"

When Jin slightly Leng for a while, the ear root son is a little red, looked at her body's nightdress, moved open eyes: "Sheng Sheng, I am an adult, can't sleep with girls." He turned his head sideways and his Adam's apple rolled gently.At that time, he was still young. Besides her, the girl he didn't know was too caught off guard. He didn't learn how to deal with it. He was a bit reckless.

She was disappointed: "I know."

Then he lowered his head and went back. When he turned around, Jin held her hand. When he was young, his eyes were as black as ink, and the reflection was thick. He suddenly solemnly said, "after sleeping together, we will get married." He stooped down and looked into her eyes. "Sheng Sheng, do you want to sleep?"

She thought for a moment and nodded, "yes."

At that time, she firmly believed that if she had any future, she would marry Shijin.

When Jin smiled shallowly, led her to enter the room, also did not forget to charge her: "do not forget, when you grow up, to marry me."

"Well," if she's still alive

When Jin knew that she was dishonest in sleeping, she let her sleep in the side. The quilt in autumn is thin, soft and soft. It's full of the smell of bath gel on Shijin. They obviously use the same bath gel, but it's not the same. Shijin's body is not the same, it smells good, like his people, it's cool, but it's threaded, and it can get into people's body.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up because she was afraid of the dark. There was a small lamp on the head of the bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Shijin's face. He seemed to be sweating and his forehead was wet.

She was half asleep, a little sleepy, uncertain, and reached out her finger and poked the boy's face beside her pillow: "Shijin."

"Well?"

She was a little sleepy, with heavy eyelids, and whispered, "did you just call me?"

He looked at her, eyes moist, slightly red, quiet at night, she could hear his breath, clear and powerful, but he did not answer her.

She was sleepy and dreamy: "you call me, I hear you."

Many, many, many times, he called her all the time, hurried and urgent.

When Jin lay on her side, reached out and touched her face: "well, it's called you."

She was very sleepy, but she held on her eyelids, and saw that his cheeks were red, and his eyes were dyed with some crimson color. They were like a large piece of Begonia in the back of the house. It was clear that they were pure black and dark, but they all looked like colorful.

"Did you dream?" she asked him

Shi Jin said, "well."

She asked again, "did you dream of me?"

"Well," he said in silence

There was sweat on his neck. She put out her hand and wanted to wipe it for him. When she touched his skin, she found it was hot. Unlike usual, his temperature was always cool, but now it was hot.

She wiped him with the palm of her hand: "what did you dream of?"

When Jin grabs her hand and takes it away, the voice is low and dumb. He says, "Sheng Sheng, turn around."

She opened her eyes and woke up a little bit sleepily? What's the matter? "

He looked at her, his eyes were red and burning, and there was a red peach blossom in the deep of his eyes.

"I'll get up and change," he said

She didn't know what she was saying.

When Jin suddenly reached out and covered her eyes with a dark light, his eyes were full of Lust: "because I just dreamed." He propped up his body, moved forward, put his lips on the girl's lips, and told her in a low voice, "dream and you are doing something bad."

Her face suddenly turned red.

She understood what he had in his dream.

18-year-old youth, not heavy desire, all of his youth is beautiful, all with her, in the dream, from the first see, to the pillow.

Later, she became more and more sick, always looking out of the window, like a wisp of cloud to go with the wind.

Once, when Jin took the injury back to the small building.

She has a smart nose. She can smell it when she sniffs it. She pulls him to sit on her wooden bed. She rolls up his sleeve. Sure enough, she is injured. She doesn't know what kind of injury it is. It's very shallow. It doesn't shed a lot of blood, but it breaks the skin.

"You've been hurt all these days."

When Jin rubs her frown heart: "when training time gets, does not matter."

She got up and went to get the medicine.

Because he is always injured, there are anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs in the small building.

She squatted down in front of him, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, clumsily wiped his medicine, lowered her head and focused on her actions: "I want to be a doctor." She raised her head, because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her skin was too white, thin and her eyes were very big. She looked at Shijin, "but now I am sick and can't go to university."

She is not very good at learning, because she is seriously partial to the subject, especially mathematics. When her mother was still alive, Shijin was also at her home. He taught her mathematics, but she didn't want to learn, so he could not teach her how.

Now, I suddenly miss the book on my desk. It's full of notes written by Shijin to her, neat and beautiful handwriting. On the first page, besides her name, she also wrote Shijin's name.

Shijin bowed her head and asked her, "how about I become a doctor?"

She thought and shook her head. "I hope you can do what you like."She hoped that the young man she liked would be reckless and frivolous in her youth. Don't let his horse run free and wander for half of her life. She hoped that someone would be angry with him, that someone would accompany him, that he would be prosperous and prosperous, and that he would be happy for a hundred years old.

When Jin took her hand and pulled her to her side, he said, "Sheng Sheng."

He said: "I don't like things, only like people," he looked at her, eyes have stars and the sea, "just you."

So if she's gone, what will he do? What else can he like?

At that moment, she thought he could like some other things, the stars in the sky, the begonias on the ground, or the wind bell hanging at the door.

She was afraid, afraid of him, one side down, ten li collapse.

What can I do? She can't stand it.

"Shijin."

"Well."

She took him to the window. The begonias under the attic were all thanks. There were only bare branches: "it's almost winter."

The early winter wind, bleak and piercing, rolled the yellow leaves on the ground, wanton all over the sky.

When Jin tight grip of the hand: "cold?"

"Well."

He hugged her and hid her small, thin mass in his arms.

She looked up and her eyes were cold and empty. She said to him, "after I die, will you bury me under this piece of Begonia?"

In that way, she can accompany him. In this world, except for that piece of Begonia flower, she just can't bear him.

At that time, Jin suddenly let go of her arms.

"No," he said

For the first time, he had a cold face and fierce eyes.

"You are going to die, I will bury you in my coffin," he said with a vicious expression Like a gamble, "and bury us together."

It's not gambling.

She knew that Shijin never lied. If he said he would bury them together, he would. He also said that in this world, he doesn't like it. If he hasn't met the things and people he likes, he will have to live. But if he meets them, loses them, and goes back to the boring past, he won't be able to deal with them.

She was afraid that he would say such a thing again, or that it would become a prophecy.

"I don't like to say that." She is very serious.

He also said, "I don't like you saying that either."

They quarreled. Shijin didn't talk to her for a day. Later, she took a whole bottle of antidepressant medicine and died. At that time, the psychiatrist was bribed to "cure" her without any desire for survival. Shijin knelt in front of her bed and cried.

"Sheng Sheng, I'm not good. I won't be angry with you in the future."

He just didn't get angry with her, but didn't take back what he said.

Not long ago, Jiang Jiusheng learned from his mother's mouth that at that time, Shijin had a coffin beaten, a little bigger than the ordinary coffin, enough to hold two people.

If not angry, 18-year-old Shijin is ready to die with her.

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