Reading The Remnants

After another day on the road, I rested in a small town on the road at night. The town is so small that I can walk from beginning to end along a street. One of the small hostels was changed by the landlord’s courtyard in the past few years. For some years, it has broken a lot more than Atang's shop. When he enters the shop, there is a musty smell mixed with horseshoes and wet straw. The four of them slid a few bowls of noodles in full swing, and went into the backyard to rest.

There are few people in the shop, and Xiao Er is not very enthusiastic. It took Ayin for a long time to ask for a few buckets of hot water to cleanse his body after being wet for a day.

The youngest Tu Yao leaned against the bathtub with his upper body naked, and sighed in a rare long sigh. The silence for most of the day was stuffed in the road, no one wanted to speak, and no one dared to speak. What are you afraid of? I don’t understand, the aftermath of the nine deaths has not yet subsided, and the false beast has finally made people look at some things squarely. Whose life is not filled with lies? The big and the small, the good ones, have lifted the weight of the lies. When he came out, the gentleman was no different from the villain.

Who could have imagined that the first thing that the beast wanted to eat was that Li Shiyi who looked like a saw-mouthed gourd?

The water was much colder, so that the youngest boy's heart-protecting hair shivered. He hurriedly got up from the inside, shivering and wrapping his robe. After he had just cleaned it up, he heard the sound of hesitant footsteps outside.

He recognized the footsteps. Tu Laoyao opened the door without hesitation. Seeing Li Shiyi turning around unexpectedly, he looked at him in a daze.

Youngest Tuo glanced at her wet hair ends, then glanced at her slightly frowning fingers, her eyes flashed, shaking her eyebrows and asked her: "Would you like to talk?"

Li Shiyi blinked, her face was still gentle, but the youngest Tuo clearly saw the center of her slender white jade neck gently move, and the throat bone fell from the top, clearly showing the master’s hesitation. .

Li Shiyi closed his eyes for a while, and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

After all, it was a girl, and the problem of duplicity also appeared. The youngest Tu was amused, and thought for a while: "Is the erroneous beast still frozen?"

Li Shiyi frowned, and listened to the youngest member Tu pondering: "I just thought, you once said that if the meat of that beast is eaten by people, you can no longer tell the truth in this life. Let's freeze the beast. It's sturdy. If someone enters the cave and eats it, isn't it just a lie in the future? If I ask a man if he is a man or a woman, what will he answer?"

The youngest Tuyao glanced at Li Shishi while screaming, but saw that she really lowered her eyebrows and thought. The shrewd eleven sister was unaware of the loopholes in his words—then Song Shiji's spells are bounded by holes. , If the spell is still effective, the villagers who enter will be unable to move.

Li Shiyi loosened his eyebrows and shook his head: "I don't know."

"I know," Tu Yaoyao pointed at her, "you have something on your mind."

Li Shiyi raised his eyes to look at him, and then listened to him counting with his fingers: "What is on your mind? Your master? Ayin? Song Shiji?"

She put her hand back in her pocket and paused when he counted Song Nineteen three words. Then she glanced at him calmly, and turned her head back to the house without saying a word.

The youngest Tu Yao leaned against the door frame enjoying the cool moon leisurely, swallowed happily, and asked her eleven sisters for a ride in the twelfth lunar month.

happy.

Li Shiyi entered the room and hid the door, but he smelled a petite sweet scent in the room, with a faint saponaria odor, like an elf carrying flower dew in the dark, but he was ashamed to spread it out in a small room without hesitation. After spreading out, Li Shiyi pursed his lips. The owner who saw the fragrance stood by the window, revealing a small half of a silver plate-like cheek in the moonlight, touching the freshly washed hair with one hand and turning over Li Shiyitan with the other. Books at the table.

Li Shiyi's fingers hidden in his trouser pocket moved unconsciously, and the nail of his ring finger scraped lightly on the rough cloth.

Hearing the noise, Song Nineteen turned around, a clear smile in his eyes seemed to be cut from the moon.

Li Shiyi cleared his throat, walked over to the table, and stretched out his hand to support the tabletop: "Don't you rest?"

Song Nineteen pursed the corners of his lips and whispered, "It's a bit cold in this room. I just went to the back kitchen to ask for some charcoal and put it in the stove for you. It's thicker, it's better than cold."

Li Shiyi tilted his face slightly, looking at her with his Phoenix eyes half-slanted, not knowing whether he liked it or not. She always had a cool look when she looked at people, as if she was thinking about how to accurately measure the distance between the person in front of her and herself.

Song Nineteen suddenly felt aggrieved in this expression. Many things she didn't want to tell her so quickly, but who called her a little monster? Her life seemed to be condensed, and her feelings were suppressed at the same time. The small piece of Yan Yanshi was so heavy that she was breathless.

I spent more than ten days with her, but I looked at her for more than ten years. If there is any harm in the rush of time, it is probably the case. Only one person takes up all of her time, how can I put it aside Where's the next guy?

With a nervous and sour heartbeat, Song Jiu sat on the stool opposite Li Shiyi with rampant breathing, looked at her through a small table, and asked her: "I haven't asked you before, that looks at you. Warlord, how did you get rid of it?"

Li Shiyi moved the fingertips of the table top, and looked at her, "We hired a few little ghosts and scared them away."

Song Jiu smiled and asked, "What about the female ghost who haunts you every day?"

Li Shiyi sat down and poured a cup of tea for himself. He didn't know what he remembered, and smiled softly: "I recite the sutra for three days and three nights."

Song Jiu lowered his head and listened to her pouring tea. After a while, he raised his head and asked her, "Then what about me? How are you going to drive me away?"

Li Shiyi was taken aback, twisted his eyebrows and looked at her.

Song Nineteen said seriously: "I am not a human being, I am not afraid of calling souls, nor a ghost, and chanting doesn't work. How can you scare me so that I don't like you?"

Li Shiyi's heart "cocked", Song Jiu's words were like the last drop when making tea. The meaning was still unfinished and lingering, but it fell neatly in the center of the heart lake, indicating that the water is full and the tea is blooming, and a thousand words Wait for her to taste it warmly with incense wrap.

But she only squeezed the thin cup between her fingers, holding the hot cup of heart, without any thoughts of the entrance, it took a long time to raise her brows and asked her, "I like it?"

Song Nineteen nodded and breathed.

Li Shiyi put the tea cup down, drew a half circle with his index finger on the edge, tapped on the end pointing to Song Jiu, and then on the end pointing to himself, and said, "You are a girl, so do I."

"Well," Song Jiu admitted, thinking about it and adding, "You are a human being, I am not."

She doesn't know why Li Shiyi wants to talk to her about these frontiers, but if the relationship is struck, she may be half-accepting her. She is a little happy and a little nervous, and the fingers on her knees gently tap. .

Seeing that she didn't quite understand what she meant, Li Shiyi stupidly got herself up, feeling choked for a while, and had to admit that there was some truth in Song Jiu's words. If people and ghosts are no matter what, then talk to her about gender. , It's useless to be afraid.

She sighed secretly, determined to be more straightforward, raised her chin and shook her head, and said, "I..."

Before I could say it, I heard the sound of the wind around me, the distorted light of the candlelight paused momentarily, and even the hot steam on the tea cup was also still, Song Jiu grabbed his breath, and stopped Li Shizhen. His eyes were frightened, and he reached out his hand to touch her fingertips, and then nervously covered the back of her hand with his palm.

"Don't say it." She had a flustered foreboding the refusal she was about to say when Li Shixi shook her head. She didn't want to listen, but could only be so self-willed.

Li Shiyi's pitch-black pupils turned lightly and swept straight towards her, his eyelids squinted slightly, and he drew his hands out and said, "You are not allowed to use spells on me."

Her words still did not fluctuate, but Song Jiu knew that she was annoyed, and was a little bit annoyed, so that her tight pores instantly became discouraged, and the candlelight and the steam were twisted again, and the force rose like a pardon. .

Li Shiyi didn't want to know why Song Jiu's magic power failed her again, but she didn't like the offense of being controlled by others.

In particular, the temperature of Song XIX still remained on the back of his hand, and the kitten licked and licked it, which made the heart palpitating.

She is used to living alone, and she doesn't like the changes. There used to be Ah Yin by her side, so what happened in the end? The master is right. They are condemned by the heavens for damaging their yin and virtue.

Seeing her condensed posture, Song Nineteen's grievances came out from the bottom of her eyes moist, not very obvious, only faintly glittering under the candlelight, she softly asked her: "You can't allow me to like you?"

Li Shiyi turned his face and didn't answer.

She has always been responsive to Song Jiu's requests and requests, and her first clear-cut avoidance is like throwing Song Jiu's neck into the ice cave with Song Jiu's neck. Song Jiu has experienced such a scene, and her nose was so sore that she couldn't control it for a while. Live, she realized that for Li Shiyi, she is no different from others. You can walk on the road in front of her, and step on the yard in front of her house, but her heart will always be tightly closed. Chaimen will never open to you.

Song Jiu was annoyed: "You treat me well, but you don't allow me to like you. There is such a domineering person in the world?"

Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows and looked at her extremely slowly, and looked straight at her tight heart swaying again. Song Shiji bit his lower lip, but listened to Li Shiyi chuckle, and extremely quickly. Withdrawing his expression, he admitted: "No."

"Why?" Song Jiu was anxious.

Li Shiyi showed a modestly gentle face for the first time, and even the words were almost a bit fast. She stared at Song Jiu and asked her: "How old are you? Where are you from? What is it? How long have you known me? Do you know what love is? What do you know about me? What do you know about my past? Knowing when I am happy and when I am not happy, what do I want?"

The connection between her and her is too thin, as thin as a few lines that can be written in a few sentences, and even without the complicated meaning of poetry, it is just as simple and monotonous as the vernacular.

Such a thin, how much weight can it hold?

Song Jiu's originally round pupils shrank, and they seemed to be protected by a needle prick. The whites of his eyes still had the blush left behind when he choked, but the curtains of his eyes drooped half an inch, defensively pressing her fawn-like eyes.

Li Shiyi looked away, and his fingers trembled a little. After all, it was a girl who had taken care of her since she was a child, and she didn't see how she was stabbed. She was taken aback when she used the four words "since childhood". She suddenly realized that there was a gap in her logic. The weight of these four words was more than a thousand kilograms, and she was able to take all the questions she had just asked without effort. refute.

She moved her lips, as if she was thinking about what else to say, but when she saw the deer in front of her against the undulating chest, she hesitated but raised her head resolutely: "But even so, can't I love you?"

Li Shiyi was stunned, hearing the gleam in Song Shijiu's eyes, and solemnly handed her the rhetorical question.

"I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I am going home. I don't know where I start or end when I don't know. Am I not worthy to love you?"

"Because of what I am, stones, flowers, trees, stars, can't I love you?"

"Flowers will bloom, stars will shine, and everything in the world will love you in thousands of ways. I don't know what kind of monster I am. If I can, I also want to hold my coffin to you and ask you to ask. Ask my birthday, please listen to me if I like you with satisfaction."

Her words are choked but coherent. This is probably the most she has said in her life, but she is not reconciled, just can't calm down, like it, like it, this like makes her dizzy, she is very cleverly not to Li Eleven discusses an argument, but Li Shiyi dislikes her as a little monster.

She saw Li Shiyi's expression froze, looking at her in surprise and shaking, her lips slightly opened, her tongue pressed against her teeth, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Jiu closed his lips tightly, his cheeks bulged up, and looked at her unconvincedly. How, when she is also eloquent, she is no worse than anyone else.

Li Shiyi coughed, trembling eyelashes and drinking tea.

"My mother."

The cool breeze outside the door concealed a small human voice like a sigh, but could not conceal the shock of the eavesdropper. Tu's youngest opened his mouth so that a whole egg can be stuffed, and Ayin at the same side was surprised. Winking: "Who taught her?"

Ayin trembling in the cold wind brought her ears closer, and shook her head: "It's not me."

The author has something to say:

I changed my name for this party several times, and finally used the same poem as before. Fan Chengda's "Clear blue and ten thousand clouds. When will I meet an old friend."