Reading The Remnants

Song Jiu was a little dazed. In front of him was Li Shisi's chin and lips, and her breath seemed to have the tenderness of her lips and teeth. As she recalled Li Shishi's kiss, she put her hand around her slender neck.

When she just got up, she was just a little dizzy, but Li Shiyi couldn't help but hugged her horizontally. When he was out of the temple, his hands were probably very sour, but he still refused to put her down and just squatted to make her lie down. On his back, all the way down the mountain silently.

She felt that Li Shiyi had an inseparable tenderness towards her. This tenderness was sealed by some high-sounding excuses, and came out of Li Shiyi's chaotic helplessness just now, and gradually enveloped her.

Song Nineteen put his head to the side, resting on her shoulders contentedly, his voice as soft as if he was dreaming, "Shall we go back?"

"Go back." Li Shiyi said.

She sighed inaudibly, causing Song Jiu to shrink her brows sensitively.

It turned out that I did something intimate with Li Shiyi, but it was not as happy as she had imagined, because there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Li Shiyi was carrying her on his back, and it seemed to be carrying a responsibility. The secret intertwined with **** desire made her cling her neck and calm her footsteps, and her lips whitish.

When he reached the bottom of the mountain, Song Jiu raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, his toes dangling habitually, fearing that Li Shixi would be struggling, he stopped again, biting his lower lip and said softly, "The story of Yun Niang, yes. Really?"

Li Shiyi didn't really want to talk, but when she felt her lively atmosphere, he said softly, "I don't know."

Song Jiu looked at the stars, and said in Li Shiyi's ear: "Imitation beast, Immature beast, I miss you."

Li Shiyi's ears were faintly red. Before Song Shijiu's words were heard, Song Shiji was lying on her back, closing her small fan-like eyelashes.

I miss you, I miss you, please tell me the truth and falsehood of Yunniang's story, and distinguish the true and false heart when she kissed me.

Since that day, Li Shiyi has been guarding Song Nineteen, knocking on the door in the morning, reciting two bedtime poems at night, matching three meals with meat and vegetables, and even cooking and cooking porridge by himself, watching Song Nineteen used it, and handed over several bowls of black medicinal soup.

Song Jiujiu held the bowl around her neck and asked her carefully what it was.

She only faintly said that it was a few herbs for clearing away heat and detoxifying, spread the silk on the table, and inside were a few sweet and tempting candied fruit.

I don't know if it was for the candied fruit, or for the gentleness of Li Shixi candied fruit, Song Jiu drank very happily, wishing to have two more bowls.

Tu Laoyao squatted at the root of the wall to look at the two of them, but couldn't see a famous person. He wanted to discuss with Ah Yin, but he saw Ah Yin leaning against the swing with his arms, and rarely did not say anything to him.

After a week or two, Song Jiu had a rounder face, but there were no other symptoms. She felt sadly about her waist which was half a finger thick, and finally got another life in General Li Shiyi. When the fried hand came over, he asked Chuzang for a long time: "What do you want me to need?"

Her eyes are always wet and bright, and the pupils are very large, but they can only accommodate one person.

These words matched her focused and inexperienced eyes, causing Li Shiyi to put the chopsticks' hands for a pause. It took ten or so seconds for a pair of chopsticks to be neatly placed, and her head was silent.

"Appetite? The Four Books and Five Classics? Fitness?" Song Jiu asked her around holding the bowl.

Li Shiyi swept her with his eyes again, which was a usual stopping action.

But the pink color of her auricle was so obvious, as if the white bib was dyed with flower juice, which made it hard to curb the curiosity to explore the cause.

Song Jiu sat at the table and held his chin, circling his fingers around the rim of the bowl, and said like a mosquito, "What is the need?"

After three or five days, Song Jiu gradually realized her own needs. She found that she couldn't help but put her eyes on Li Shi's beautiful lips. Once tasted, the taste of the lips seemed to be too heavy. The light gu poison makes people want the second time, the third time, I want to grind her ears and temples, I want to make her a soft nephrite jade, I want to hear her breathe out in the entanglement of fish and water.

She didn't know if it was a demand, in short, it was getting more and more prosperous, making her pause longer and longer.

But she didn't quite understand that when Li Shixi kissed her, it was time to prepare a sedan chair to marry her, but Li Shishi gradually became lazy in her cunning waiting. The verses are getting shorter, and when she is in the same place, the look in the book's eyes is longer than the time spent on her.

Couldn't she be...do not want to marry her anymore.

Song Nineteen bit his lower lip, thinking that he was a little frightened. In her uneasy thoughts, she approached Li Shiyi who was turning over the book, and she put her face in one hand, turned quietly, stopped by her face, blinked, and moved her lips like a peach blossom forward. Take it back very quickly.

Li Shiyi turned a blind eye.

Song Nineteen stood up, walked around the room boredly, and approached when Li Shixi was washing the wolf, with a tilted face protruding a small half of her cheek from her shoulder, and tentatively stopping her lips in her ears. side.

Li Shiyi moved his head to one side and drew out another pen.

At night, a few people ate melons and fruits under the umbrellas in the garden. Ayin and Aluo went into the house to wash the grapes, the youngest Tu Yao shook the puff fan and ate the watermelon. From the side of Li Shiyi's two-inch wide face, it was still closer in the future, but Li Shiyi raised her hand and accurately covered her restless lips.

The scent of orchids between the fingers lingered on the tip of his nose, his palms were cold and soft, causing Song Jiu to tuck the corners of his mouth, his eyes flowing unnaturally, like dancing stars.

There was the sound of people coming at the gate of the courtyard, and Tu Laoyao also heard the news and saw it, and together with Ayin Aluo who was holding the grapes, he focused his eyes on Li Shiyi's palm.

Song nineteen's earlobes were as red as drops of blood at the moment, but Li Shiyi put his hand down, leaned forward and took a piece of watermelon.

Tu Laoyao grinned, and spit out the watermelon seeds. His eyes looked like judgment and he wanted to burn the two of Li and Song.

The western clock struck eleven, and everyone dissipated with a sweet fragrance. Song nineteen ate a little bit and walked slowly at the end to digest. He just supported the handrail of the stairs and was about to take a step. Catch it by the wrist, and took it into the shadow behind the stairs.

Smelling the familiar scent, she stopped the unexplained exclaim. She squinted to see the delicate outline in front of her in the dark, and called her: "Ayin?"

Ayin let go of Song Jiu's hand, with a cigarette in the other hand, and raised her hand to put her arm around her waist. She was very charming even in small movements, so she took a sip with her fingertips, not to bend with Song Jiu: "What happened in the past few days?"

She had a hunch since Li Shiyi concealed her from her, but stubbornly wanted an answer.

Ayin is always charming and has a loose posture. Song XIX rarely sees her such anxious and eager appearance, making her speechless for a while, and instinctively replied: "These few days?"

Ayin took down the cigarette, raised his hands on the side of his thigh, raised his knees slightly, looked into Song Jiu's eyes, and repeated: "That day, what did you do with Li Shiyi?"

Her thumb rubbed the cigarette holder involuntarily, an obvious tension.

After Song Jiu came back to his senses, he didn't know whether he should tell Ah Yin about Li Shixi's affairs. It can be seen that Ah Yin was so solemn and determined to repeat the matter again, only to save the key points.

She thought for a while and said softly: "I went to Sheshan with Eleven, looking for the same important thing. There were some changes in the meantime. I was inadvertently slapped by the thing, she..."

Ayin asked: "What about her?"

Song Nineteen lowered his head: "She kissed me."

Silence, a very long silence. The burning fireworks burned Ah Yin’s fingers. She woke up and recovered. She did not throw the cigarette away, and only let it burn for a long time before she squeezed it. She let go of her lips, and there was a soft corkscrew sound of a wine bottle.

She asked Song Nineteen blankly: "Is it a snake?"

The second hand tickled, like a tireless traveler. Li Shiyi looked at it, but felt like a mule on a stone mill. He thought he was running forward without stopping, but in the eyes of others, he would live forever. Imprisoned on the central dot, repeating and stupidly doing useless work.

She retracted her gaze from the clock and watch, and was about to take a bath, but suddenly heard that the door was locked, Ayin pushed the door and entered, wearing a loose nightgown, her hair wet, and water mist from her face and neck. The crimson.

She pressed her back heel, slammed the door with a "bang", and sat next to the desk in Li Shixi's probing eyes. Originally, she was just staring at the books she had arranged in a daze. After a while, she touched her hand to the right of the desk. The matchbox on the side came over and held it in his hand abruptly.

She has always been unable to hold back any words. Li Shiyi knows her best, so he clearly knows that her mood is not right, and he still waits patiently for her to speak.

Thinking of this, Ah Yin suddenly smiled, adding another layer of sarcasm in his heart.

It is ridiculous that she still did what Li Shixi thought, and spoke first: "You went to find the snake."

She spent a whole bathing time to calm down, and she still felt numb on the tip of her tongue when she spoke, and her long hair couldn't hold the water droplets at the ends of her hair, just as she couldn't hold the rampage emotions either.

Li Shiyi’s mask-like facial features were finally loosened in a few words, and Ayin looked at it from the side of the eye, tearing Li Shiyi’s indifferentness as if she had won, but she was heartbroken when she showed a slightly bewildered look in her eyes. Nothing to add.

A Yin took a deep breath, her ribs hurt so hard, she stood up and walked to Li Shiyi one step at a time, staring at her intently, counting the two people's experiences as thick as the history books in the sound of footsteps. , She flipped through, read and read, not knowing how to define her absurd and ridiculous life.

She thought she was chic and unruly, and she thought she was sacrificed and pretentious, and the people in front of her had always been aware of it. It was clear that she was driven by a snake like a trash and couldn't help herself in the fireworks willow alley.

If she listened to her nonchalantly saying "ideal", saying "benefactor", saying "peach and plum is all over the world", how should she look at her? Distressed? regret? Guilt?

Go to **** guilt.

She laughed "pouch", her head shook, and the drops of water were shaking. She asked her in a dumb voice, "You know everything, why don't you say it?"

Don't want to talk, talk lazily, or have nothing to say?

She supported herself with self-esteem and pride, and thought she was hiding very well. She told Li Shiyi that she had prostituted those men, that no one was lucky enough to monopolize her, and that she was still the best grandma in the world. , And still have romantic affairs when they are old.

She looked into Li Shi's eyes at that time, thinking she believed it, so she believed it too.

However, at this moment, Li Shiyi's slightly drooping eyes set her teeth and claws in a awkward scene.

"You speak, Li Shiyi." She looked at her, with a seemingly non-essential plea in the end.

Li Shiyi finally raised her eyes, and the folds of her brows and eyelids revealed her inner fluctuations. However, she still habitually pressed her lips, as if as long as the only emotional outlet was tightly controlled, no one could spy on her inner void. Help and fragility.

Ah Yin stepped forward, the matchbox in his hand was squeezed halfway, and his fingers moved, wanting to abandon the rough box regardless of the ruddy softness at his fingertips.

But she squeezed the two soft pieces so tightly that even a bit of touching color leaked from the edge, as if she was saying to Ayin, don’t think about it, if you close the door, even if you stick out One or two red plums around the wall have no effect at all except to remind the good spring in the courtyard.

However, she gave Chunguang to another person completely and without reservation.

Ayin lowered her head, sniffed, and asked her in a daze, "What are you looking for?"

Li Shiyi clicked on the lip line twice, and saw Ah Yin suddenly raised his head and stared at her: "You think I entered the thief for you. You feel that you owe me and want to pay me back, don't you?"

Li Shiyi frowned and shook his head, but the amplitude was too small to make it look like an admission.

Ayin's bones trembled uncontrollably, and her sultry eyes were fragmented. She bit the inner wall of her lip hard, but she couldn't resist the choking of the spreading throat: "You want to pay me back?"

As soon as the last two words came out, tears finally flooded up. They were too late. For a long time, Ah Yin squinted uncomfortably, and forcibly caught his eyelashes.

She was supposed to wipe her eyes, but she wiped her lips in a panic so hard that she could not help herself. The bright lipstick was erased and left on her lips bleakly, making her look like an abandoned orphan.

She sneered, turned her head, and leaned on the edge of the table and whispered: "You were born to death, but what you were looking for was just a snake. You want to make up for me, repay me, and owe me nothing."

"Are you still..." She remembered the way Li Shiji was covering Song Jiu's lips, and the way Song Jiu whispered that she kissed her, "You still dare not follow Jiuhao, because you haven't followed before. The liquidation is complete."

Not so, she understands, but she is terribly afraid of Li Shiyi’s pity for her and hates Li Shiyi for putting herself in danger again and again without hiding her, fearing that the same hatred will beat her into panic and make her speechless. He chose to ask Li Shiyi for a rebuttal.

If she denies it, she forgive her.

But Li Shiyi didn't. Her brows were raised when Ah Yin mentioned Song 19, and then she fell into the silence like stagnant water.

Ah Yin raised his head and laughed sarcastically, but his voice was as soft as a lover's whisper: "But Li Shiyi, you owe me, is that just a little bit?"

She looked at her sideways, her eyes hazy with tears.

"You broke your leg when you were fifteen years old. I carried you off the snow-capped mountain and carried you for a whole night. When you are well, I have left the root of rheumatism. "

"You were poisoned when you were seventeen. I spent six days and nights pouring your medicine, crying and cursing, and snatched your **** back. The day you woke up, I burned my head and fell out of bed. Going down, there are still nail-big pits in the back of the brain."

"Also, there is..." She choked so hard that she couldn't make a sentence, and she cried so much that tears fell down. She raised her hand to bite the crooked index finger, but still couldn't stop the surging grievances, she looked at Li Shiyi. , Hate said: "I am happy to take care of this pile of pieces, you can't control it! Don't even think of paying back what I gave you."

"If you are," she sobbed, "if you want to pay it back, you will pay back the ten-year-olds to me!"

Li Shiyi looked at her. The girl who had been with her since she was a child was tearing up her eyelashes because of her. She was wearing a good-quality silk robe, and the dripping water on her hair had an expensive scent of foreign goods, and her nails were polished very round. , Even Koodan is packed in fashionable foreign bottles. But when she looked at her most prosperous, she always remembered the little girl in floral dress and pigtails, lazily turning over from the other side of the bed, snuggling her and acting like a coquettish, and said: "Eleventh, eleventh, today You can get me a bucket of water again, okay?"

She always said yes.

But what makes her sad is that she told her tens of thousands of good times, but she couldn't reply to all good things.

In the past few days, she often wondered why she kissed Song Jiu and made a meaningless promise to her, but not to Ah Yin in the first place. She was willing to make up for her fault with her life, but she refused to give Ah Yin a nineteen-like kiss.

Until today, facing the collapse of Ah Yin, she had to admit that even if she was accustomed to taking responsibility, there was a moment when she was powerless, unable to bear the weight, and even wanted to give up.

"How should I pay you back?" She looked at Ah Yin's dripping water stains, and asked in a low voice.

Ayin was taken aback and looked at Li Shixi in disbelief. She was caught off guard and felt Li Shiyi's retreat and giving up. She twitched her red nose and gritted her teeth at her: "You know, don't you?"

Li Shiyi was stunned, lowered his head slowly, squeezed the corner of his mouth, then let go, then raised his right hand, stroked his neckline, and unbuttoned it simply and quickly from top to bottom.

Her sullen and **** movements were still idle and beautiful, just like what Ayin had seen in her dream.

Ah Yin smiled, and she swept the blurred tears from Li Shi's face.

"How can there be someone as unsympathetic as you in the world?" she asked softly.