Stepping on the soft sand by the riverside, my sister kept pulling me and asking me what shameful things I had done to her in my dreams.

Since it is a shameful thing to say, how can you say it so easily.

"Sister, next time let's go to the beach to play in the sand!"

I was going to change the subject, but she didn't do it. She was just like a child. Once she became interested in a certain issue, she would persistently break the casserole to the end!

"Come on, what did you do to me in your dreams?"

"What do you think I can do?"

"How do I know what you can do?" My sister looked at me with a blushing face. "Your dream is not mine."

"So, you don't even know the content of my dream. Even if I tell you, can you be sure that it is really my dream or that I made it up?"

"It doesn't really matter if it's true or not!" My sister looked at me seriously, "Even if you made it up, I'll listen to it, because..."

"Because of what..."

"Because you are my brother!"

Saying that, she jumped from my side to me, grabbed my collar with both hands, then stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes and brought her little face in front of me.

She was still talking, but she suddenly wanted to kiss, and she didn't know what she was thinking about all day.

Gently pecked on her sister's little mouth.

"So fast!" My sister opened her eyes and stared at me.

"Why not?"

I raised my hands in front of her speechlessly, holding the shopping bag and our shoes in my left hand, and the umbrella handle in my right hand.

"I'm like this, I can't hug you affectionately!"

"Uh... it doesn't matter, I'll come, you cooperate with me!"

With a big wave of my sister's hand, she dexterously wrapped her arms around my neck, then opened her mouth and bit my mouth.

I feel that my sister's mouth always has a sweet and greasy taste. Her moist mouth and soft tongue are like a layer of syrup.

After kissing for a while, my sister fell on her heels.

"Huh—" She took a long breath, "Is it comfortable?"

I nodded lightly, and looked at her red mouth with a little bit of saliva on it. I raised my hand to help her wipe it, but I had no choice but to have both hands occupied.

Forget it, she also has the habit of pursing her lips anyway!

"In your dreams, do we have this?"

Here again, why did she keep clinging on to her dreams! I was a little speechless, so I didn't respond to her, but gently bumped her jade back with my arm,

"Go ahead and we'll go back!"

"You're changing the subject again!" My sister turned her head to look at me, "You always do this. When you ask something you don't want to say, you either stay silent or change the subject!"

"If you already know, ask!"

"I thought you'd tell me if you asked a few more times!"

"tell you later!"

My sister pouted angrily, muttered something in a very small voice, then turned her head away, looking like she didn't care about me.

Looking back at the footprints left on the beach behind me, I couldn't help but plan in my mind whether to find a time to go to the beach with my sister to play in the sand.

The beach sand should be much more interesting than this kind of river beach sand!

Just when I was planning to go to the beach with my sister, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the surprise scream from the sister next to me.

I turned my head to look at her, only to find that she was already squatting on the ground, digging something in the sand.

"what are you doing?"

I put the umbrella on top of my sister's head and leaned over to look at her curiously.

"Drift bottle, I found a drift bottle!"

My sister was digging the sand excitedly, and at this time, I also saw the beautiful bottle she mentioned, which was a white glass bottle for infusion, and most of the bottle was buried in the mud and sand.

"How do you know it's a drift bottle? I think it's an ordinary glucose infusion bottle!"

"It must be a drift bottle!" Sister's voice was full of certainty, and she didn't know where her confidence came from.

But I didn't stop her, as long as she was happy. As for whether it was a drift bottle or an ordinary glass bottle, why should you care so much? .

I squatted in front of my sister, held an umbrella for her, and watched her keep digging the sand on the ground. Her small hands that were white and tender were now covered with sand.

Every time she planed for a while, she would stretch out her hand and grab the bottleneck to break it, to see if she could move it, and continue to plan if she couldn't.

After going back and forth five times, my sister finally pulled the colorless transparent glass bottle out of the ground.

She held the bottle with her small hand full of mud and sand, shook it vigorously, and then looked at me in surprise, "Brother, there is something in it!"

Saying that, she also handed the glass bottle to me.

I had some differences, so I narrowed my eyes, but because the bottle was covered in sand, and maybe it was too old, even if my sister wiped it again and again, it couldn't make people see what was in the bottle.

"No, go out for a walk, and if you come across a bottle, it's a drift bottle?"

"That's impossible to say!" With a little smugness on her little sister's face, she stretched out her hand, trying to open the cork and pour out the contents.

"Don't open it now, let's take it and wash it before opening it, otherwise if it's really a drift bottle, then your hand will get the note dirty!"

"That's right!" My sister nodded and turned to look in the direction we came from, "Let's go, let's go back!"

"Aren't you going to keep going?"

"Don't go!" After saying that, my sister reached out and wanted to hug my arm.

"Sister, your hands are full of mud!" Although I didn't hide, I still reminded her.

"you dislike me!"

My sister immediately stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, and then pouted at me coquettishly.

"Don't dislike it!" I stretched out my arm carrying the shopping bag and shoes to him and her, "You hug it!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

My sister turned her head arrogantly, her soft and thick hair brushed over my arms and chest, and the scent of shampoo penetrated into my nose.

Soon, my sister and I were back at the tap at the bottom of the dike.

I switched my umbrella to the other hand and turned on the tap.

The water was rushing down and splashing on the ground, and the sand and sand on my sister and I's feet were also washed away.

But my sister didn't wash her feet first. She put the bottle under the running water and rubbed her hands while washing the bottle.

Soon, the bottle was washed clean, but my sister's fingernails were always filled with mud that could not be washed, so she gave me the bottle in her hand and began to dig the fingernails.

"It's so hard to wash, it looks like I'll have to cut my nails and wash it again!"

At that time, because my hands were occupied by things, I didn't reach out to help her plan the bottle, so there was no mud on my hands, but... I couldn't help but look down at my feet, I remember that I haven't cut the leaves for some time. The nails are gone, and it is estimated that half a catty of mud can be stuffed between the nails.

After my sister cleaned her nails reluctantly, she reached out for the glass bottle.

"I'll open it up!"

"open it!"

I stood behind her with an umbrella, stretched out my head and looked at the glass bottle in her hand with some anticipation, not knowing what was inside.

If it is really a drift bottle, what will the owner of the bottle leave behind?