All Hail Cousin Brother

The little girl stood under the lantern, the red lamp shadow, when her head fell, Bai Yujiao's face was also soft and hazy. When talking to him, she always bent her waist and looked into his eyes. The stubby head also showed a beautiful figure, especially the Xia Ying gauze on the body, under the dim light, it was like smoke and fog, like a scorching peach blossom miasma.

Heartwarming and heartwarming.

Zhou Linghuai's throat was choked, and his voice was hoarse: "Good night!"

"Brother Jingzhi," Yu Youyao smiled with frowning eyebrows, and her bright eyes, under the lights, were as clear as water: "See you tomorrow!"

Zhou Linghuai's chest couldn't stop shaking, and when he saw the little girl, carrying Xia Yingsha to make sleeves, she had already run away from him, and a strong urge arose in her heart!

"Pretty--" he called out to her.

Yu Youyao gave a "hmm" and turned around abruptly.

Xia Yingsha's skirt bloomed beside her feet, like a pomegranate flower.

It was late at night, and there was no one around.

Zhou Linghuai stood up abruptly, stepped on the sparse lamps and water that fell to the ground, and with a hazy body in her clothes, came to her: "What did you just call me?"

Yu Youyao slowly opened her eyes, probably because she was used to seeing his cousin sitting in a wheelchair. It was not the first time to see him stand up, but he was still shocked by his slenderness and height.

Just as he was cut and polished, he experienced all kinds of hardships and pains, and after polishing, the noble and graceful grace took away his momentum, and he became delicate without noticing.

The name that I called out just now without thinking about it, I am a little ashamed to open my lips at this moment: "Biao, Biao..."

Zhou Linghuai took a step forward.

Yu Youyao panicked in her heart, and before she knew it, she swallowed the word "brother" on her lips and swallowed it into her throat. She stepped back subconsciously, and the heel of one foot pressed against the wall.

Zhou Linghuai took another step forward: "Not this!"

"I..." Yu Youyao stepped back with the other foot, and her back suddenly touched a solid wall, with her cousin in front and the wall in the back, she had a sense of fate with no escape.

"Good--" Zhou Linghuai said in a low, hoarse voice, like a pipa string playing, rubbing his ears and temples, whispering earnestly, with a bit of bewitchment, a bit of temptation, and said, "Call, Brother Jingzhi!"

Difficulty under the ice of the secluded pharynx spring—

Yu Youyao suddenly thought of this poem. At this time, his cousin's voice was like water flowing under ice, but it was blocked and difficult, low and hoarse.

Every word seemed to stir the pipa strings in her heart.

Yu Youyao bowed her head resignedly, trembled her voice, and whispered, "Brother Jing, Jingzhi—"

The night is silent--

Yu Youyao heard the cool night wind blowing "rustling" through the trees, the shadows of the trees on the ground swirling, the unknown insects humming in the ears, the noise and silence.

Her voice was like a sob, just like a tender cry, with a trace of cowardice.

"Brother Jingzhi" bloomed on her lips like a flower, and swayed the flower quiver in a trembling voice.

Zhou Linghuai thought of it without realizing it. There is a green plum tree in the Qingyuan courtyard. Every year when the green plum bears fruit, the green fruit hangs on the branches, which is eye-catching.

Even if I know that the green plum is green, I can't help but want to pick one, take a bite, and let the sourness and astringency rush into my throat. Always greedy.

Zhou Linghuai lowered her eyes, the little girl lowered her head, and the steps on her head were dazzling under the sparse lights.

He stretched out his hand and lifted her jaw, her bright and bright face was hazy and beautiful under the sparse and dim lights.

"Biao..." Yu Youyao called him subconsciously.

Zhou Linghuai hissed: "Call again."

"Brother Jing, Jingzhi—" Yu Youyao's mind went blank, she opened her mouth, and the voice had already shouted out without her brain.

When she called Brother Jingzhi, her voice trembled, and the ending sound was like a hook. It could also hook people's souls away. It was not normal at all. When she called her "cousin", she was soft and sweet. With a happy tone.

Zhou Linghuai bent her lips: "Call again..."

"Brother Jingzhi—"

Before she finished speaking, she leaned against the wall and fell into a broad and solid embrace. Yu Youyao was stunned for a moment, a faint scent of incense lingered in her nose, and a wisp of ink fragrance.

Zhou Linghuai smiled hoarsely: "It's really terrible!"

Yu Youyao raised her hands, hugged her cousin's waist slowly and gently, and pressed her small face against his chest. This time, she could hear clearly, "Pudong" and "Pudong" in her ears. The beating heartbeat belonged to my cousin.

For some reason, she was suddenly very happy.

This time, Zhou Linghuai really felt that Yu Youyao's petite body, as soft as boneless, was trapped in his arms, trembling gently.

When I didn't hold it, I was worried.

When I hugged it, I was crazy again.

Wait, wait, Zhou Linghuai sighed lightly, and finally let go of her: "See you tomorrow."

Yu Youyao was afraid that he would leave, and pinched his sleeves with slender fingers.

Zhou Linghuai thought of it again. The little girl did the same when she first entered the Yu Mansion. She carefully pinched the corner of his sleeve. At that time, the little girl Xueyu was round, delicate and lovely, her fingertips were white, not as delicate as now. Tapered.

Zhou Linghuai's arm froze for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's all right," she suddenly couldn't bear her cousin to leave, and when the words came to her mouth, Yu Youyao reacted, her fingers seemed to be hot, and quickly let go of his sleeve: "Good night!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up her skirt and fled.

Zhou Linghuai took her hand by a ghost.

Yu Youyao was so caught off guard that she slammed into his arms. The tip of her nose was painful, sour and spicy, which made her eyes turn red without realizing it, and she looked up at him.

The mouth fat of roses, bright and beautiful under the light, is as delicate as a flower, trembling lightly.

Fat and fragrant, the mouth is also fragrant--

Zhou Linghuai lowered his head without realizing it, the tip of his nose touched her, the lips that were close at hand, and the soft texture between the lips tugged at his heartstrings.

Yu Youyao's eyes widened, and she stared blankly at her cousin.

Zhou Linghuai pulled away abruptly, and suddenly held the petite girl in his arms. As soon as he lowered his head, he dropped a soft kiss between her hair and pulled away: "Go back!"

Yu Youyao nodded blankly, turned back three steps, and entered the Jade Courtyard.

It wasn't until Yu Youyao disappeared at the gate of the arch that Zhou Linghuai took a breath. The night was as cold as water. Zhou Linghuai sat in a wheelchair and slowly returned to the Qingyuan Courtyard, gradually cooling off the restless heat.

But it couldn't cool down, the constant clamoring restlessness in the depths of my heart.

That night, Zhou Linghuai had a dream.