Reading The Remnants

I said, you love me.

There was a little girl in her heart who held her cuff and wiped the dusted vase over and over again.

But Ah Yin smiled and turned over and put the quilt firmly on: "I said, I'm sleepy."

She is really not good at talking about love, so she once turned Li Shiyi's love into a secret.

Later, the secret was exposed, and it was left in broad daylight.

At this moment, she felt that another secret was quietly growing up, and with that person's tireless watering, it seemed to have sprouted.

The shadow of the moon was sinking, and it was another brand new day. The Golden Crow shook the light like a show, sending the long-distance travelers aboard. Wandering the water westward, I arrived in Chongqing in just over a week. The scorching sun always prefers this place. The old bluestone wharf and brick alleys were scattered with buildings, and this mountain city in the southwest greeted them with the scent of waxy smoke.

Wearing a cashmere coat and holding Li Shiyi's hand, Song Nineteen curiously looked at the sliding poles on the winding stone road. The old oily head with a big belly or the lady Jiao wrapped in a cheongsam lay half on his head, surrounded by two white coats. The porter stood up, and the long bamboo poles squeaked up the **** amidst the creaking sound.

Ayin and A Luo walked behind. The two of them were half a person apart, walking slowly with their heads down. The streets of Chongqing were narrow, and from time to time they were hit by children crossing the street. A Luo reached out to help her and retracted again. Continue to hold the umbrella.

A Yin coughed, her voice was Yao Yao Jiaojiao's, but there was nothing else.

Since that day, she has never had a relationship with Arrow, nor has she slept in the same bed again. Arrow had enough patience with her, as if he was used to waiting, and within a few hours of these days, she got lost while Arrow was waiting nearby, and she felt owed.

In the interaction between people, if you want to measure with a ruler, if you miss me by a few cents, if I miss you by a few cents, then it can be regarded as a bonus.

But if you have a growing sense of indebtedness to a person regardless of return, it is just the opposite. This is called hanging on your heart.

Every time Arrow stretched out his hand, he owed a debt.

The scent of spicy oil floated from the street, and Song XIX stepped forward and saw a small stall in the corner of the alley. The pole was on the top, and the earth stove with the charcoal star on one end, and there was a pot of churning red on top. The soup, star anise and peppercorns were rolled in the pot, and from time to time a slice of rottenly cooked pork was brought along. Several laborers sat on the pony or squatted aside, holding a saucer of oil to feast on.

Song Jiu slid down Li Shiyi's arm, touched the palm of her hand in her pocket, and scratched it.

Li Shiyi understood, holding her cool five fingers backhand, and shook his head: "Don't eat."

Song Nineteen has been seasick in the past few days, and his stomach is not well.

Seeing that she was a little disappointed, Li Shiyi took out his hand to hug her: "I'll do it for you."

Song Jiu glanced at her, and walked with her to the house without a second word. Li Shiyi always understood how to discipline her in time, how to make her happy, and how to offer her hidden warmth calmly, even in bed. He didn't talk much, but he cared about her feelings. At first she enjoyed and indulged in such gentleness, as if lying in the water, but as time passed, she gradually realized that this gentleness could not find any focus.

She clung to Li Eleven as homeless as a vine, and she controlled and pinched her just right. She didn't want to ask Li Shiyi what she liked. She knew everything she liked, because she grew up according to her discipline, and every aspect grew up in Li Shishi's expectations.

She wanted to ask Li Shiyi what she didn’t like, either the perverse of Ayin, the rebelliousness of Aro, or the vulgarity of the youngest Tu’s. These unpleasant traits make them unique. If someone tolerates this trait, he accepts her in its entirety.

Song Nineteen had no shortcomings. She didn't even have the dark side of jealousy, hatred, and irritability, but she also lost the sense of security brought about by self-reliance.

Especially as you get closer to 狌狋, the anxiety becomes more distinct.

She couldn't help thinking about what she was like before. Without Li Shiyi's teaching, what kind of wild and wild traits would she have. When these traits suddenly reappear, will Li Shiyi still like her as always. .

There was the sound of chopped vegetables in the kitchen, and the blade was chopped on the cutting board, which sounded more calm than any other. Song Jiu took off his coat and leaned against the door to look at her. There was a bright and clean kitchen on the bottom of this old-fashioned small building. Li Shiyi stood in front of the cutting board, washing his hands and making soup with his sleeves, and even lowered his head slightly. They are all refreshing. She is used to keeping her eyes closed and slightly pursing her lips when cutting vegetables. The movements on her hands are quick, and the slices are neat and even.

She felt Song Jiu's gaze, her eyes still fixed on Cai, her thin lips were let go, and she whispered softly, "What's the matter?"

A word made Song Jiu feel sour for no reason.

This feeling is really inexplicable. She is like a child who has done something wrong. She has not been discovered by the people in front of her, but she has a guilty conscience of 120,000 points, and she is fascinated by her gentle whisper.

Before Li Shiyi waited for her reaction, he stopped, frowned and looked at her sideways, but was taken aback by surprise.

Song Jiu Jiao, in good shape, leaned against the red lacquered wooden door frame, his hand unconsciously stroking the smooth jade arm, his eyes fell on the slightly lower level, the lips and peaks separated, and unconsciously closed, before raising his head for a moment. , Smiled at her.

She has concerns and has learned to hide.

Li Shiyi tapped her fingers on the edge of the table lightly. Looking at the curve of Song Jiu's side, she didn't ask as Song Jiu wanted, but only gently called her: "Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's eyelashes swayed upwards, responding to her with a look in his eyes: "What?"

Li Shiyi's indistinct smile melted halfway in the sunlight, her hands still resting on the countertop with restraint, she blinked and tilted her head: "It's nothing."

Just suddenly wanted to kiss her.

Song Nineteen lowered his head, rubbed his heels, and left the kitchen.

After dinner, a few people said a meeting and agreed to look for 狌狌 after nightfall tomorrow. I've been running around for days, and I don't have the heart to play cards, so I have to rest when I'm so refreshed. The bedroom on the second floor was silent, and occasionally I could hear the hateful voice of a neighbour's wife disciplining her children, and the door of the kitchen on the first floor was hidden, revealing a small piece of moon-white calf.

After taking a bath, Song Jiu was about to go upstairs, but he paused when he was holding on to the railing, and wandered into the kitchen. Originally, he only wanted to drink a few sips of water, but his eyes fell on the liquor bottle left by the landlord.

She took it and took a sip, her throat was hot, and the day's frustration was relieved a lot, and she raised her hand to take another sip, the previous one dripped into the stomach, and the internal organs melted into warmth.

She shook her eyelids and drank a bottle of wine to the bottom, raised her hand and pressed her throat, and the wine became very heavy. It sprayed hot from her nose, hung on her overwhelmed eyelashes, and dangled into her fluttering mind. The movements of the hands and feet are so slow that they seem to be held by time.

She covered her lips with the back of her hand, and was about to lift her foot back to the house, but felt her wrist tightened and she ran into a soft and cool embrace.

Li Shiyi hugged her, with one hand around her waist, the other hand from her forehead, gathered her ears, lowered his head and curled his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Waiting and waiting for no one, the little girl was greedy for a cup in the kitchen, so drunk, she couldn't hold her head on her chest.

She sighed and carried Song Jiu upstairs.

I slowed down and put aside on the bed. I was about to withdraw my body and covered it with a quilt, but my neck was clasped in a familiar way. The person under me bit his lip and slowly opened his eyes like a curtain, shy, shy and aggressive. Stared at her.

Li Shiyi's heart was squeezed tenderly and affectionately, and he held the edge of the bed with his hand, swiping with his fingertips.

Before her battle between heaven and humans had a result, she felt that her shoulders were tight and Song Jiu turned over and was pressed on the bed. She rubbed Li Shixi's neck deeply with alcohol, opened her mouth and bit, and stretched out again. With a soothing lick with his tongue, he finally started to kiss her regardless.

She kissed Li Shi'ai's lips that said "no", kissed her often drooping eyelids, kissed her chin, which always shook her head, and swallowed all her unkindness in one bite.

"Can it be?" She started with what Li Shiyi had asked her, holding her hand at the enticing peak.

Li Shiyi's eyelashes were still drooping, showing a cold but docile arc.

She pursed her lips and asked her, "Will it?"

"Can."

Song Jiu's ability to learn is amazing, not to mention Li Shiyicheng's rain on her. With tenderness, love, and sporadic unwillingness and anger, she paid tribute to Li Shiyi one by one.

There is nothing more exciting than a girl who works **** you just to please you, and that girl is pure and full of desires, and is your sweetheart.

Of course, I will give you everything.

Li Shiyi's gasp was very soft, perhaps because his body was seductive enough that he didn't need any other modification.

Fortunately, Song Jiu didn't need her to speak either. She questioned her body temperature and listened to her trembling answer.

She would knock on the door with ambiguous whispers between her lips and teeth, and then she would be touched with passion and shy nectar, one palm of the ripe peach falling on the branch, and the other into the hot and humid valley that nourishes the melons and fruits. The valley was too rugged and too narrow, she was just a traveler exploring with her eyes closed, walking forward and backward, walking cautiously.

No, she is not an unexpected traveler, she is the returnee of the reunion of the old rain.