Reading The Remnants

At night, the stars looked like fireflies, and Li's yard fell into a good sleep, except for Song Nineteen's house that was brightly lit, and a cool and handsome shadow was printed on the screen windows, which was surrounded by a layer of warmth by the yellow light.

Song Nineteen had a fever since returning from the mountain temple. He was groggy and rolled his eyelids and talked nonsense. The youngest Tu volunteered to find A Luo. A Luo heard that he had returned his nose and was retreating the snake venom and burned it all night. That's it.

With that said, Li Shiyi couldn't rest assured, fed Song Shijiu a half bowl of porridge, and sat by the bed to watch her sleep peacefully.

Song Nineteen's spirit was better, her cheeks were still blushing, and her lips were flushed as if she had been squeezed by flower juice. Her eyes were small, as if they were a little sour by the candlelight, and the reflection of Li Shi's pupils One was clear and bright, and seemed to circle the lonely bright moon into the well water.

Li Shiyi put his right hand on the edge of the bed, and his left hand unfolded Arrow's letter and looked down. The letter couldn't be simpler, with only two words-狌狌.

This kind of strange animal, Li Shiyi read in the "Nanshan Jing", looks like an ape, according to people, knows the past.

A Luo's meaning is very clear. If you find Qi Qi and ask, Song Jiu's past will naturally come to light.

Song Jiu was resting on a buckwheat pillow and looked at Li Shiyi. The heat on the tip of his nose was thick and his eyelids were sinking to death. The temples seemed to be repeatedly smashed with a sledgehammer, and the surroundings seemed to be roasted in the sun, twisted and twisted. Out of shape.

However, Li Shixi is very clear, with distinct features and appearances, like a pendulum of a foreign clock, firmly tied to the twisted world with idle laziness.

Song Nineteen spoke with a heavy nasal voice: "What did she say?"

With a move of his finger, Li eleven folded the letter and said, "I'm going to look for 狌狌."

"Crane, in the south, isn't it?" Song Jiu coughed twice, and raised his hand to cover his delicate lips. Li Shixi lifted his hand to smooth her back and nodded.

She looked at the thoughtful Song XIX, and next to her ear was the snake that was inquiring about the day, and her hand was the crocodile who needed to be found urgently. She has always been a very organized person, but for the first time, she committed the order. It's difficult.

What is puzzling is that these two samples should not be compared or even justified side by side.

She faintly felt that it was not the two strange beasts that had to be placed in order, but something next to her, which had been stuck in her heart for a long time, and when she waited impatiently, she began to ask her for an explanation in a low voice.

With a move of her throat, the dim light of her eyes surging in the candlelight.

The finger was poked by a hot soft, and then pulled up tentatively, pinching her joints one by one. Song Jiu played with Li Shi's hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, she said: "Can I spend some time looking for 狌狌?"

Her tone was weak, as if she had spoken at random, Li Shiyi moved her fingertips and asked her, "Why?"

Song Nineteen said: "This time I will go south, and it may take a long time. I want to wait for Xiaotu's youngest child to fall to the ground and put a long life lock on him before leaving."

She still has a little selfishness that didn’t tell Li Shiyi. She looked like a little green snake just now, as if she had some feast with Li Shiyi, which made her somewhat scared, afraid that there was really something that could not be solved. Later, I can no longer lie down in Li Shi's warmth so comfortably.

The girl in front of him was concealing something. Li Shiyi knew better than anyone else. She looked at her, and her illness made her extremely weak, like tender flesh growing in the bottom of people's heart, and even touching her was afraid of her pain.

In her heart, she retreated, but she really felt Song Jiu’s retreat. She raised her hand and stroked Song Jiu’s sweaty hair. Song Jiu stunned, her lips groaning. After two strokes, she held her retreat hand, and put her face into her dry palm.

"I'm sick," she said, "you are not allowed to push me."

Li Shiyi's lips flickered, and he was a little funny in his heart. He was so ill that he was so straightforward and confident that he caught her hand grinning like a fox protecting her food.

I don’t know if it’s because of the hug since he was a child. Li Shiyi's blind date with Song Shiji is not repulsive, and he is even a little accustomed to it.

Song Jiu Nuonuo spoke, breathing on her skin: "I used to always look at you like this."

"You didn't care about me. You can't sleep at night, you go out to blow the air, and I will follow you to do it. You use your right hand after washing your hair and wiping your hair. Once you used your left hand, you just slapped it and changed it. "

"You are not particular about what you eat and drink, you are particular about books, and you like to lean on the side of the desk and flip the book when you have nothing to do. Everyone else is sitting, but you always put the stool by your legs and stand your back and look down."

"I thought, when I can speak, I will ask you, Li Shiyi, is your stool a decoration?" Song 19 pretended to grab a handful of the accent of the question, and couldn't hold his hand. Smiled, "But when I really could speak, I forgot."

Probably she was very ill. She talked so babbled and upside-down, but by the way, it was all Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi remembered that she bumped her against her in tears, and asked her to see if she liked her with satisfaction.

It seems to have seen it. The corners of her mouth were not visibly pressed.

Song Jiu gradually softened his voice: "Li Xi."

"Um."

She smiled crookedly and called her again: "Eleven."

"Um."

"one."

"...What do you do." Li Shiyi pulled out his hand and patted her cheek unnecessarily.

Song Nineteen was overwhelmed with joy. He was about to speak, but listened to the sound of the wooden door. The fragrant wind and the rhythm of the high heels came together. A Yin swept the floating ash on his shoulders and came in, swept his eyes between the two of her, and sat down on the bed. Touched Song Jiu's face and asked her, "Is it better?"

Li Shiyi withdrew his hand calmly, and held it to the bed, with three fingers loosely placed, his eyes glanced on Ayin's tilted Erlang's leg, and then moved around her fingers against Song Shiji's cheek. lock up.

It was the look that Li Shiyi used to look at again, indifferent, Ryatsujin.

She saw Ah Yin leaning over her body, Rosemary and her shadow caged Song Jiu, and rubbed her chin twice with her fingers, as if she was observing whether it was hot or not. After a long while, she took her hand back, and the back of her hand One's head touched and said, "It's still hot."

Her fingers felt cold outside, and Song Jiu groaned in comfort. Seeing her withdraw, he licked his dry lips without saying anything.

Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, and received the letter from his side. When he folded it three times, he felt that it was not very neat. Then he opened it again, pressing and pressing his slender fingers, with muddy hesitation in his movements.

Seeing that Song Jiu was not in good spirits, he talked to her for a while, and then asked her if she would like to play the nine chain, Song Jiu laughed and said, "I won't play that long ago." After a pause, he whispered, " Come here with your ears."

Li Shiyi frowned, and seeing Ah Yin approaching, Song Shijiu pursed his ruddy lips and said a few words to her. Ah Yin opened his eyes, and after a while he laughed and shook his head. : "I don't have a new book."

"Huh?" Song Shijiuqian was so frightened, she was still heard by Li Shiji. She glanced half of Li Shi's eyes and hid her nose in the bedding.

For the first time, Li Shiyi felt that he was a bit redundant.

She is not a person to grab the limelight, and often even wish she could hide, but Song Nineteen's row distance made her a little uncomfortable. It seemed that the "satisfaction" she had just seen was beaten to pieces, but it happened. The author has a naive attitude, which makes people unable to ask questions.

She hooked her head in silence, squeezed the corner of her mouth, bent her index finger, and tapped on the side of the bed.

Ayin told two jokes with Song Shiji. Seeing that the hour was late, she stood up and helped her waist, touched Li Shiyi, and said: "She burned a few times, and dried her sweat a few times. I must be so tired that I have to twist the hot towel, untie the clothes and wipe the vest."

Li Shiyi's eyes moved, and he looked at Song Jiu hesitantly, but saw Song Jiu's face flushed and white. He met her eyes and moved away in a panic. He dumbly grabbed Ah Yin and said, "Ah. Sister Yin wiped it for me."

After a day of running around, she was so dirty, how could she be seen by Li Shiyi. What's more, it's one thing to be begging and clinging around on weekdays, it's another thing to undress and face Li Shixi.

The candle flame jumped in good time. Li Shiyi regained his senses due to Song Nineteen begging Ah Yin, and his brows also jumped without anger or joy, as if the wind and rain were stopped abruptly, making the passers-by who had nowhere to hide loose. He took a sigh of relief, but became even more worried because he didn't know when the storm would come.

Song Jiu had such an illusion in Li Shiyi's plain eyes. Her heart was choppy, and even sore and uplifted, but the pain was not very uncomfortable, but she wanted to suffer. Second time, third time.

She felt her internal organs reminded her in the most primitive way that she felt the fluctuation of Li Shiyi.

Ayin walked back and forth between the two with her peachy eyes, and then relaxed and leaned on the bed shelf. He asked Song Jiu, but smiled at Li Shiyi: "How to say?"

Li Shiyi's voice is not clear: "I'll get the towel."

This was the first time she took the initiative, making Ayin open her mouth and silently "Wow".

She smiled at the corner of her mouth, but she involuntarily pressed her chest with her wrist. It was still a little painful. She recollected the pain, as if she was measuring a wound that was not well-healed.

She put her hand down, and when she had no time to say anything in the future, she saw Song Jiu stand up and grabbed her wrist. Regardless of the chrome of the gold bracelet, she said anxiously and insistently: "Sister Ayin, please. "

The restraint of the girl is greater than that of the lord, and the most well-behaved girl also gave birth to rebellion.

She blushed and said softly to Li Shiyi, "Are you... still not resting?"

It's not Li's eleventh, nor is it eleventh. It's just an ambiguous you.

Ayin sat down, Li Shiyi stood up with his eyelashes down, pinched the envelope in his hand, and walked out without saying a word.

Song Jiu turned his face to look at her, her fever's earlobes were still hot, and seeing her open the door, she felt a cool breeze sneaking in, dispelling some of the heat in the house.

Ayin glanced at her, tapped her forehead with her index finger, and squinted helplessly.

The look in his eyes was so obvious that he didn't need to say more: to make Eleven sister angry, you have eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard.

Song Nineteen sniffed and was about to talk to her, but when he saw Li Shiyi covering the door with one hand, he turned around and looked at her with drooping eyelids. After thinking about it, he said flatly: "I took the bath before you were seven. , I wiped the body. The erythema is in the middle of the back of the neck, and the small mole on the waist is on the **** on the right side of the umbilicus."

Click to stop. After she finished speaking calmly, regardless of Song Jiu's surprised gaze, she glanced at her, turned her head and opened the door and went back to the room.

Song Jiu was awakened by the sound of closing the door, and covered her face with a wailing.