Reading The Remnants

Li Shishi rarely slept for a while, and when he woke up, Song Shiji had already twisted his veil and put on his face. Li Shiyi opened his hazy eyes and looked at her, Song Shiji moved the veil on his forehead a little, and connected with her vision through the lingering heat.

Li Shiyi retracted his gaze, turned his head, and the beauty muscle was stretched.

Song Jiu blinked. Normally, when she and Li Shiyi looked at each other, she was the one who couldn't stand it for three or four seconds, but this time Li Shiyi retreated, even if she had done enough to retreat. With ease.

She turned her face, soaked the towel in the water, swung it three or two times and twisted it, sat down on the bed and handed it to Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi took it with one hand, kneaded his temples with his eyes closed, and pressed twice between his eyes. She moved her lips, as if she didn't know what to say, she only cleared her throat, and then said, "Thank you."

Thanks a lot? Song Jiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and took a serious look at Li Eleven.

The atmosphere at this moment is unprecedented, and it is even more ambiguous. Her brain is muddy, and it hurts like the belly of Tu sister-in-law unloading Tu Sishun, and the spine of her shoulders seems to be tapped with a hammer. Loose and sore, even the movement of raising his hand was a bit difficult.

She gritted her teeth and raised her arm, and put it on the other side of her shoulder and rubbed it. Although she didn't remember what she had been mad, but after thinking about it, she still confessed her mistake in a whisper: "Don't worry, I won't drink anymore. NS."

Li Shiyi was startled, took off the cool veil on his face, and gave her a complicated expression.

For the first time, she saw a look similar to aggrieved in Li Shiyi's eyes.

She felt Li Shixi’s hesitation stopped, and waited for a while, but when she saw that she had nothing else to say, she only sighed, handed her the napkin, and sat up with her backhand propped up, half-length. The hair curled softly in the neck.

She got up and got out of bed, moving a bit slower than usual, and asked Song Nineteen: "Does the head still hurt?"

"It hurts." Song Nineteen said honestly.

Li Shiyi pulled his hair to one side, put on his coat and bowed his head with a "Well", then said: "Go down, I will sober up the wine."

Song 19 nodded and stroked her hair. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt Li Shiyi's gaze pause slightly between the movements of her fingers, and then turned her head and went downstairs as usual.

When I got downstairs, I met Ah Luo who was up early to read, but he didn't see Ah Yin. He asked for the five dollars for sweeping the floor. The five dollars turned out the note, saying that he woke up early, went out to eat Chongqing noodles, and bought a few side dishes. Fire the side stove at noon.

"What do you mean by hitting the stove?" Song Jiu asked.

"Cantonese, hot pot." Li Shixi leaned against the stairs and handed the note back to Wuqian.

Song 19 nodded and went to the kitchen: "Is Ah Yin from Cantonese? I often listen to her speaking Cantonese."

Li Shiyi paused, only said: "No."

The rest of the light did not noticeably fall to Arrow, and Arrow stopped turning over the book, pinching the cover with his left hand, and tapping lightly on the side of the title page with his right hand.

Chenguang's makeup is very contradictory in the scattered mountain city. The light is blocked by the high and low buildings. The roundabout seems to be a little graceful, but the place where there is no obstacle, it shines straight and open. A bit bold and enthusiastic.

But after only one day of staying, a neighbor who had met yesterday greeted Ah Yin with a small purse. Knowing that she was from the north, he asked her in a not-so-decent mandarin: "Yaomeier Wow, get up early?"

Ayin didn’t know how her grandmother became a younger sister when she arrived in the southwest, and she didn’t know if she had anything to do with Tu’s youngest girl, but she didn’t want to care too much. Walk forward with the waist of the water snake.

She was not originally a hardworking girl, but when she saw this stone road yesterday, she had some inexplicable memories and a premonition that was still pending.

My hunch was finally shaped when I heard the word "Ayin" hesitating behind him.

Ayin turned his head and saw that he was a not tall man. Short hair was very energetic. The material of a light-colored suit was acceptable. The hem and cuffs were a little wrinkled, which did not hinder the viewing. It's so long that it shouldn't be on a man's face.

Ayin twisted her heart, wrinkled her brows, and asked him, "You are—"

If it had been in the past, she would have laughed immediately, regardless of whether she did not recognize it, there was a scream when she went up, but she looked at the man’s slightly trembling fingers with excitement, the sliding Adam’s apple up and down, and the faint light in her eyes. He is not.

It should not be a benefactor.

When the man heard her, his eyes fell lonely and he blew out the oil lamp. Ah Yin stared into his eyes, and suddenly a word struck his chest.

She stretched out her hand, held the silk and touched it in the air, then retracted it against her lower lip, and said suspiciously: "Is it you? You are—"

The oil lamp in his pupils lighted up again, and the man stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes. Me, Aping!"

Ah Yin pondered for a long time before responding, "Aping?"

She looked him up and down. There is such an Aping. When he was in the south with his master, he lived next door, Guangdong Zai. He was always bullied by a few bad boys because he spoke a little bit of bird language. Ayin couldn't see it, so he smashed a few stones for him. Back.

Ayin has a pungent temperament and is a master of learning. The boys didn't dare to speak loudly, so they scattered.

From then on, Aping followed her.

Ayin raised her eyebrows with joy: "Maybe it's been many years, isn't it? How are you, okay?"

"Okay, okay." A Ping lowered his head and glanced at the toes that were stained with gray. Over the years, he has been a lot of sharp teeth, and his speech does not have a Cantonese accent. It can be seen that Ah Yin is still only one or two upside-down. Character.

"How about you, okay?" He stretched the hem of his suit, trying to hide some cramps. I thought I was living well enough, but when I saw Ah Yin’s exquisite cheongsam, undisturbed sideburns, coquettish red lips, and white cheeks, I suddenly realized that the time of the past ten years has not changed much. Some people looked up, and Is to look up for a lifetime.

"Me," Ah Yin smiled faintly, with small brackets piled around the corners of his mouth, "Okay, not good."

One of the four great joys of life is meeting the old knowledge in another country. However, in many cases, when you meet again after a long absence, it is not the old acquaintance in front of you that you meet, but the self who is thrown deep in the memory. It brings that person to you by surprise, makes you look at many years of time, and asks you through the words of others-how are you, how are you doing?

The answer is usually melancholy and confused. If it's not good, I can't help Chunfeng's proud face, and if it's good, I'm sorry Qianfan's exhausted heart.

So Ah Yin just pulled back her ears and hid the story in the pause between "good" and "bad".

Fortunately, Aping didn't ask any further, completely immersed in the joy of reunion, and stuffed the sweet cookie that he had just bought into Ah Yin's hands, then asked her where she lived, and sent her back.

Ah Yin didn't refuse anything, but stopped at the entrance of the alley, said goodbye politely to him, and returned to his residence with his wallet.

The old wooden door opened, and Arrow's gaze greeted her. Arrow moved a low stool and sat in the yard to choose vegetables. Seeing Ah Yin was back, there was nothing else to say. He just lowered his head and did his hands unhurriedly.

Ayin leaned at the door and looked at her, with the purse in her hand knocking on her thigh, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little absurd.

In the script, Lord Yan Luo, the mighty god, sits on a wooden stool with four unequal legs. In front of him is an iron basin as large as a washbasin. The workmanship is not very good, and the edges are crookedly beaten, but he holds the two hands of the dish. Like a work of art, anyone who looks at it can't bear to see it stained with sunshine.

She said goodbye to A Ping and looked at A Luo. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable. She should think that the childhood sweetheart A Ping is a down-to-earth mortal, and the ghost chaplain Yan Luo who meets by the water is a stranger.

But she actually felt that it was the opposite.

She walked over and hooked up a stool at random, sat next to Arrow, put her hands in her lower abdomen to warm her, and asked her, "How did you do this?"

Arrow said, "Didn't you say that you want to eat hot pot at noon?"

Ayin slapped his head and laughed: "I forgot, and I didn't buy the food."

Arrow glanced at the pastry she was holding on hand, without saying a word.

Ayin pursed her mouth, watched her selection of dishes for a while, and asked her, "Do you usually cook?"

"Don't do it." Arrow shook his head.

Ayin lowered her head and closed the wrists on her lower abdomen again. For a while, she felt that she had nothing to say to her, but the difference was that she did not want to end the conversation with Aro. She looked at the figure outlined by the sun, soft and weak, like a little girl, as if you were a little louder to make her frowned.

She thought, if she was really just a little girl, she would probably say one or two more things she wanted to say to her.

Ayin let go of her lips, and suddenly asked her: "You people in Taishan Mansion are neither old nor dead, right?"

"Yes." Arrow said.

"It's like a zombie," Ah Yin smiled, looked down at his heel, and said softly for a long while, "What's the point?"

Arrow stopped and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Ayin explained: "Let's live for a while, because it's rare. After decades of living together, it is naturally important to save life, and how to live. If there is no end, no life and death, no life and death. Fear, what is there to look forward to, what is there to cherish?"

Arrow raised his head and looked at her for a while, then took the veil on the side, wiped his hands carefully, and shook his head: "The one who is afraid is not death."

Arrow frowned and listened to Aroman's voice: "It's loss, it's forgetting."

"Fear of losing loved ones, fear of losing love and hatred, fear of forgetting what should be remembered, and fear of forgetting what you want to remember." Death is nothing but the concretization of loss and forgetting. If death does not mean end, there is nothing worthy of fear. The place.

Ayin was stunned. Seeing A Luo looking at her, he said softly: "I am also losing and being forgotten, so I am also afraid."

Fear not to be chosen, fear not to be cherished, fear to do useless work.

She has a lot of time, and therefore nurtured a lot of patience, but this does not mean endless. She is also tired, worried, tired of persistence and difficult to support.

Arrow caressed the cheek of the person in front of him with his eyes, and for the first time, he eagerly hoped that she would understand all the efforts he had made.