Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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If Song Xizhi is compared to the red lotus blooming on the top of thousands of miles of snow, then Song Xialan is the green lotus in the thick of flowers, which makes people feel peaceful and comfortable.

"Lan'er, you're here." Song Xizhi walked into the door and said loudly.

However, he fell silent for a long time, and no one answered him.

Song Xizhi raised his head suspiciously, only to see that his younger sister, who had always spoken softly to her, turned her head sideways to face him for the first time ever.

Song Xizhi was a little unaccustomed to her indifference. You must know that Song Xialan would have already greeted her at this time, one sister at a time.

He walked up to Song Xialan, deliberated for a long time, and seemed to be thinking about what to say, because he had only given Song Ci a bad idea a few days ago, and now Song Xialan seldom showed embarrassment.He couldn't help wondering what Song Ci said.

He tentatively asked: "Who made our Miss Qianjin angry?"

The two are actually very similar, but Song Xizhi's eyes are slightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes always give people the illusion of affection when looking at people seriously.

Song Xialan saw her own reflection in the peach blossom water, looked away uncomfortably, and blushed slightly: "Except for sister, who else?"

Seeing Song Xialan's face flushed with anger, Song Xizhi's heart sank gradually, thinking about how to deal with it.If Song Xialan...would it affect his plan at this time?

Song Xizhi was thinking about it, and then heard Song Xialan say: "I know I'm not in good health, but I still go out to play in the snow. What if the condition gets worse?"

Song Xialan stared at him, a little angry.

Song Xizhi was a little surprised: "Are you angry because of this?" He couldn't understand.

Song Xialan frowned.Although they were twin sisters, Song Xizhi was born weak and sickly, and even a little cold could kill half his life.

If it wasn't for the fact that she absorbed too much nutrients in the mother's body, resulting in Song Xizhi's congenital deficiency, her sister wouldn't have to suffer.

Therefore, although Song Xialan sometimes felt jealous of his father's attention to his sister in recent years, every time he saw Song Xizhi's sick appearance, he felt very guilty.

However, Song Xizhi didn't take his body seriously.Song Xialan was even angrier.

Song Xizhi's right hand clenched his fist against his lips, barely suppressing the itching in his throat: "It's nothing, I've gotten better recently, and I want to go out more often."

Seeing that he didn't care about his body like this, Song Xialan glared at him, and was about to say a few more words, seeing Song Xizhi's brows and eyes drooping, with a lonely expression, the anger in his heart burst like a leaking balloon.

My sister has been locked up at home for many years due to this strange disease. Although she is recuperating, she is more like a prisoner. She has lived for so many years and has never seen her appearance outside.How could she be harsh on him?

Song Xialan took a breath, her brows and eyes relaxed, and she said softly: "Recently, I heard that Dr. Luo has come to the capital. He has practiced medicine for many years. It is rumored that he can rejuvenate dead bones and rejuvenate them. If you can invite him to come, you will be able to get the medicine. cured."

Song Xizhi just laughed and didn't speak again.How could the setting of character cards be cured?

Over the years, the mansion has invited countless famous doctors, even the royal doctor in the palace, but none of them can do anything about his illness.Some people even said bluntly that he would not live beyond his [-]th birthday.

Song Xizhi bent down and coughed twice.

Song Xialan leaned over to support him, and couldn't help worrying between her brows: "Sister, are you sick?" As she spoke, she took a piece of her handkerchief and soaked it in water, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

During the movement, a string of white Dongzhu bracelets came into Song Xizhi's eyes.

He learned to do it by hand when he was ten years old. She wanted it at that time, so she gave it to her casually.Song Xizhi evoked a slight smile: "I didn't expect my younger sister to keep it now." Song Xialan always liked to cling to him, and Song Xizhi was also willing to pamper such a gentle and lovely younger sister.Although the two people will also have unpleasantness, but generally speaking, the relationship is deep.

Song Xizhi still hasn't figured out why Song Xialan wanted to kill him in his previous life.

He looked at the gentle and watery girl in front of him, smiled slightly, and hid his doubts in his heart.

Seeing that he still remembered the string of beads, Song Xialan couldn't help smiling, her moist eyes gleaming: "Of course my sister is reluctant to throw away the things my sister made. I keep everything well."

She silently continued the second half of the sentence in her heart: including every strand of his hair.

The hands of the two overlapped, and the warm breath passed through the skin to Song Xizhi's fingers.

This distance is really too close.Although he was wearing a skirt, he was still a man after all.

Song Xizhi felt a little uncomfortable, so he withdrew his hand calmly, and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to hear me play the piano a few days ago?" He left his seat, sat by the window, bowed his head and plucked the strings.

Song Xialan felt disappointed, she didn't know why Song Xizhi always avoided her.

"Sister, have you thought about your own marriage?" Song Xialan stared at the woman in front of her.The person on the opposite side smiled leisurely, fingering back and forth on the strings, and the wide water-red sleeves were half-faded like flowers scattered, revealing pale and delicate skin, which was alluring.

Thinking of the day when the two of them would be separated, Song Xialan took a sip of the tea, with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Song Xizhi didn't expect Song Xialan to ask this question. If someone really married him, then the wedding night might turn into a nightmare.

So Song Xizhi smiled and said: "I have invited doctors all over, and my disease may not be cured. How can some disciples in the capital marry a sick child like me."

"As long as I see you happy, my sister will be satisfied."

"But for Xia Lan, it is the happiest thing to be able to watch her sister be safe and guard her for the rest of her life."

It would be great if they could just accompany him quietly like this, and the two of them live a simple life together, listening to the faint chirping of cicadas together in summer, and sitting next to each other to keep warm and play the piano in winter.

The snow outside "rusted" and fell among the branches, making a secret sound.Song Xizhi looked far away: "Our whole life is different." His life is too long.Maybe one day, he won't even recognize himself now, let alone her.

Song Xialan thought he thought of his body again, and felt that he would not live long.She didn't want to upset him, so she changed the subject.The two chatted casually with some flowers, plants, birds, animals, and folk tales, and the atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

Looking from a distance, one person is playing the piano, the other is cooking tea, and the green and red clothes complement each other beautifully and picturesquely.