Reading The Remnants

The cruelest word in the world, things are not counted as people, but also counted as one of the vicissitudes of life.

Daming has been buried a long time ago, and even his dead enemy has no bones. All his obsessions have been subverted by the changes of the times. No one remembers the hatred of the country, only oneself.

Qin Liangyu sank into the hollow and quiet, like an abandoned child. The contrast of the crane hair and chicken skin with her ignorant expression was so absurd. She held the white gun again, stretched out her left hand, covering the sky over the fallen leaves, and folded her fingers slightly. Once she grabbed it, the leaves were shaped into a half-human shape as if they were picked up, and she let them go again, and fell to the ground like sand.

It was empty... the blue veins in her temples bulged, a little dizzy, and she shook her head back and forth unsupportably.

She heard the girl next to her nose twitch lightly, with restrained hands following her movements, grabbing and releasing the skirt.

Qin Liangyu stood up tremblingly, her rickety posture revealed the pride of riding alone. She said: "At the beginning, old people had obsessions in their bodies and minds, seeking benevolence and benevolence, and nothing like others."

She chuckled softly, as if she had lost the battle several times. She said to the restless soldiers underneath that she felt her own responsibility for ineffective decision-making.

She remembered that year.

Her husband was wronged and imprisoned, and the soldiers did not want to rebel. She never complained about the court, but calmed down her men, calmed people's hearts, and remained loyal to her commander.

On the battlefield of Aiko's death, bad news came. The lieutenant was unable to hold on to herself. She laughed three times and said with tears: "Okay! I am so good!"

All her hatred gave way to love and loyalty, and all her love and loyalty were dedicated to the country and the people.

She walked slowly towards the depths of the woods, and Song Shiji stood up, trying to catch up, but Li Shiyi grabbed her wrist.

She shook her head slightly to Song Jiu, and said, "Go down the mountain."

The old and desolate figure disappeared at the end of the fog. Song Jiu looked back three times and was dragged down the mountain by Li Shiyi. The soreness in her heart seemed to be a blown up goat's milk, and her stalk was on the verge of exploding. After taking a step, she squeezed her heart only numbly and beating slightly, for fear that it would be blown to **** flesh if it was bigger.

She stopped, pulled her hand back, and asked Li Shiyi: "Why not let her reincarnate?"

Li Shiyi turned around to look at her. Her eyes were wet, and her eyes were so red that they seemed to be embedded in the candlelight. When she finished a sentence, she pressed her lips in a panic, and her chin twitched, suppressing her grief very hard.

Li Shiyi was not in a hurry to answer, only supported her shoulders, and squatted down to her: "I will carry you down the mountain."

Song Nineteen didn't understand, he only shook his head, and remembered that Li Shixi hadn't seen him, then said, "You still have an ankle injury."

Li Shiyi was noncommittal, with his hand behind his back with a gentle move, as if holding Song Jiu's precursor countless times, he repeated: "I will carry you on my back."

Song Jiu didn't want Li Yi to repeat it a third time.

So she lifted the back of her hand, wiped her right eye, and leaned down obediently on her back.

Li Shiyi's back was thin and soft, thin but boneless, and there was a usual fragrance between her neck. Song Shiji embraced her and suddenly understood why Li Shiyi wanted to carry her.

Her heart was pressed against her warm back, and her lonely sadness was squeezed out, and her heart began to liven up, vibrating where they were connected, and beating more securely.

However, the posture of turning his back to her left more space and respect than embracing it, enough for Song Jiu to retain his self-esteem.

She finally understood that Li Shiyi was not only her green plum, her bamboo horse, but also the clothes that covered her embarrassingly naked body, tied her helpless hair rope, was the land under her feet and the shade of the tree above her head.

She held back her tears and leaned her head on Li Shi's shoulder.

Seeing her calm down, Li Shiyi said, "I'm a paper man, and it won't be practical for that long."

This was only the beginning, Song Jiu understood, so she waited patiently for Li Shi to continue.

"Since I suspected that she was General Qin, I felt that things were very tricky. For the rest of the time, I asked Aluo to help me, and I checked the prefecture list with the order of the gods."

There was another thing she didn't say, just because Song Jiu had said that this matter was related to her, so Li Shixi was particularly concerned.

"I used the blood slashed by Ye Bing as a guide to probe the reincarnation of General Qin."

Song Jiu was stunned, holding his breath to listen to what she said.

"The result is that after General Qin died, he reincarnated and enjoyed the tenth generation of wealth and honor, no difference."

"This..." Song Nineteen couldn't believe it.

Li Shiyi breathed a short breath: "Since General Qin has reborn, there should be someone else on the mountain, but she just said she is Qin Liangyu."

Song Jiu hugged her tighter, his mind couldn't turn around, his brain Rentong was hammered, buzzing: "What's the matter?"

"I guess," Li Shiyi smiled in front of him, "While someone has the ability to stop time, probably also has the ability to send him back to the time of death."

Song Jiu was stunned for two seconds, her eyes lit up suddenly, her mouth was dry, but she was twelve minutes of caution, squinting her eyes not daring to believe it: "You mean..."

Song Jiu vaguely understood Li Shiyi's meaning. If Qin Liangyu has reborn normally, it means that in the future, someone will go back in time and send Qin Liangyu's ghost back to the day of his death, put the chaos out anyway, and make General Qin reincarnate smoothly.

Li Shiyi nodded, and said, "It's not time yet." The little monster on his back hasn't been so capable now, so he has to wait.

Song Nineteen opened his mouth. It turned out that it was so strange that Li Shiyi didn't make Qin Liangyu reincarnate immediately.

The goat's milk in my heart burst, it turned out to be just a small bubble, "bang" a small firework, leaving a warm spark.

She put her arms around Li Shiyi's neck. She obviously had an answer, but she wanted to confirm it again: "Who is it?"

Li Shiyi did not expose her trick, and secretly widened the arc of the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he said, "Flying immortals outside the sky."

Song Nineteen's tears were still faltering, but the corners of her squeezed mouth were raised and raised, and her smile was nondescript, which made her chest feel sweet and sour.

She raised her eyes and stunned sturdily. She forgot what she wanted to say cleanly. She just looked around in a daze, "Eleven, why is it bright again this day?"

A bird passed by under the sun and landed on the translucent branches and leaves, gathered its wings and chirping, the grass was pushed up and down, and accidentally jumped over the plump hare. It was only the openness of the afternoon and the light and shadow were fresh and tender in Song Nineteen. The movement of her face made her amber eyes ethereal and clear.

Li Shiyi also raised his head and glanced, "Yes".

At this moment, I was about to pass the edge of the magic circle. The time was very chaotic, and the sun rotation inside was unusual. It is no wonder that Qin Liangyu couldn't tell what the eve of the eve was, and he was afraid that he would return to normal after going down the mountain.

The person behind him shook his calf and gently twitched his toes. Li Shiyi glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, "If it's not uncomfortable, come down."

Song Nineteen honestly climbed down, thinking that Li Shiyi had something to say to her: "What?"

Li Shiyi rubbed his elbow: "Hands are sore."

Song Jiu watched her walking forward, and suddenly wanted to kiss her.

She knew that Li Shiyi was fulfilling her promise to her, she forgave her quietly, and then thought to make Song Shiji forgive herself.

"Eleven." Song nineteen followed.

"Just now that trick, I thought of the name."

"What is it?"

"Look at the moon and listen to the wind." Song Jiu said.

Even though the sun was shining brightly at the moment, she still felt that her greatest ability was to be able to hold the high moon into her arms.

The phonograph was hoarse, chanting hummingly, the small building was broken, the circuit was not very stable, and even the machine became hoarse. It turns out that the same is true for this heartless part, and it has to be coaxed with a steady stream of things in order to sing a beautiful play.

This is true for appliances and so for people's hearts.

A Luo was too lazy to listen again, and went upstairs on his own, flipping through the book in the study.

The heavy courtyard door creaked, as if it was also tinged with the joy of returning home after a long time. Arrow stopped his eyes on the second line of the page on the right, and his heartbeat was counted with the frequency of the high heels, counting to thirty-seventh. When the man entered the kitchen, there was a splash of water.

Her keen sense of hearing stretched out every movement of Ah Yin as if she were painting them, and heard her wipe her hand with a kerchief, and then stretched out her hand to pull her hair. She should be leaning slightly, using the reflection of the window as a mirror, and look left and right. With her delicate makeup, she pressed her moist lips and then let it go with a "pop".

Look, even Arrow's heart can consciously complete all the small movements of Ayin.

The curly figure of Nana stopped step by step upstairs, and the wooden planks of the stairs were the keys to congratulate her, playing a graceful symphony.

A Yin is the most calm conductor.

The conductor took the heel of his shoes as a sign, went upstairs and walked to the left, as if he was going back to the house. It seemed that it was because of the light of Arrow’s study, or because of the exceptional silence of the small building, he wanted to ask someone to ask for more information. , In short, after a few hesitations, those Kou Danyan hands pushed open the door of the study.

The door lock "cocked", Arrow's heart "cocked".

She lowered her head and didn't want to look at Ah Yin anymore, but turned the book one more page and said, "I'm back."

As soon as the words are spoken, they become old easily. Some emotions make you tired easily.