Reading The Remnants

It was bright when Song Jiu woke up, and Li Shiyi still held her in her arms. She was resting on Li Shiyi's arm. Before she was ready to make her consciousness follow the steps of the sun, she noticed the wonderful touch in the palm of her hand.

It was like a soft cloth with water in it, filling it between the fingers in a substantial and abundance, supporting her hand in a semicircle shape.

The heat rushed out of her ears, and her heartbeat was no longer tidy. She wanted to take her hand away, but she was lifting her wrist but felt that it was slightly soft, which made her very reluctant.

She held her breath and raised her eyelashes. Li Shiyi breathed evenly, as if she still hadn't regained consciousness. Song Jiu thought for a while, boldly moved his cheek in Li Shi's arms, opened his hand a little, wrapped it tightly, and then squeezed it lightly.

She couldn't help but cursed a very nasty **** in her heart.

The turbulent breathing affected her heartbeat, but she did not stop. She curled her fingers and stroked her palms, and her palms showed strange and subtle changes. The defensively submissive defense turned into a firm counterattack, confronting the entangled curve of her palm.

This feeling is too subtle, the desire has a fulcrum and a center.

Li Shiyi's eyelashes slammed, and the shadows under her eyes remained calm. She grabbed her breath and collected all Song Jiu's movements. When her heartbeat was about to show its flaws, she moved her hand on the pillow, and her five fingers hooked back. , Touched her soft earlobe.

Song Jiu had a guilty conscience, and immediately put his hand on Li Xi's waist in a proper manner.

Li Shiyi's fingers wandered unconsciously, stroking back and forth along Song XIX's jaw line, making a lazy posture about waking up, shaking the shadow under her eyes, half-opening her eyes and asking her: "Wake up? "

Song Nineteen buried her head in her warm fragrant neck and let out a dull "um", then turned over and got out of bed, went out and fetched water and came back to freshen up.

She moves diligently and skillfully, but she lowered her head all the way and didn’t dare to look at Li Shiyi. I don’t know why, she was so tangled on the bed just now. She got out of the bed and organized her clothes, as if she had also organized the emotions left on the ground, which made her a little nervous. , And some inexplicable alienation.

When she was not with Li Shiyi, she felt that she was very familiar with her and could do any intimate things in the world, but she was really in one place, and she felt that it was not enough, so that she was not confident enough. What side of Li Shiyi likes, and which expression should be used when she wakes up in the morning, is the cutest and most decent.

As she twisted her kerchief, she thought, and heard Li Shiyi get out of bed tired and walked towards her with slippers.

She gave her a position and didn't stop her from washing, but Li Shixi stopped behind her, hugged her by the waist, put her chin on her neck, and then walked to the side and leaned over. Wash your face.

Her movements were casual and natural, and short-lived as if there was no need, but Song Jiu knew that she was comforting her. She saw her gains and losses under the effect of the disease, and saw her fear of Li Shixi regret. A small, warm reassurance pill was delivered at the right time.

Song Nineteen lowered his head and bit the corner of his mouth, revealing a soft, not obvious smile.

As soon as the two of them changed their clothes, they heard Tu’s youngest knocking on the door. Li Shixi opened the door and said anxiously when he saw him: "Nineteen is gone, I just knocked on the door for a while, too..."

He paused, the spirit of his five senses seemed to be saluting, and he opened his mouth to look at Song Jiu who appeared behind Li Shiyi.

Ayin and Aluo, who had just caught up, stood at the corner of the stairs, leaning on the railing in the center.

Li Shiyi closed the door, pulled Song Jiu out, and greeted the two on the stairs. The four of them went down together. Arrow slowed down and looked back meaningfully. Li Shiyi replied with a leisurely challenge. eyebrow.

Arrow smiled, tilting his head slightly.

Several people had breakfast and sat in a place discussing wastage. Song Nineteen was watering the flowers in the garden. Her mood was still very unstable. Sometimes looking at the shining sun, it was half a cup of tea, Li Eleven called her softly before she recovered, wiped the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, and bends the corners of her mouth reluctantly with her.

Looking at Li Shi's unconscious frowning eyebrows, she was extremely annoyed. She cried out a hundred times to cheer in secret. She also did morning exercises in the yard to keep fit and healthy before returning to the living room to read the book.

Li Shiyi leaned on the stairs to talk to A Luo, casting a look at Song Jiu from time to time. When Song Jiu met her gaze, his eyes lit up, looking at her back, his eyes darkened again.

Li Shiyi sensitively felt her fluctuations, and after a few words of confession, when everyone had cleared away, he walked to the sofa, took her hand and sat down next to her, Song Shiji leaned against her and listened to her study. .

With a cold voice high and low in the living room, Tu Yaoyao swept through the corridor and glanced inward. Seeing Li Shiyi circled her, she shrank into Li Shiyi's arms.

"Huh." Tu Yaoyao felt numb, and instinctively pulled the corners of his mouth. He didn't know whether the sunlight was just right, or the sound of Li Shi's schooling was too beautiful. In short, he felt a little warm, and he leaned against the door. After looking at it for a while, then thinking about the mother-in-law and Tu Sishun, picking out the eye sockets and lowering his head and walked away.

There was the sound of high-heeled shoes from upstairs, Song Jiu couldn't help but moved his shoulders, Li Shixi let go of her, spread the legs of Erlang, and said, "I'm going to cook."

For lunch, I made a table quite heartily, braised short ribs, boiled beef boiled in hot oil, hot and sour vinegar cabbage, and served with a white sliced ​​chicken. Ayin looked at these few dishes that Song Jiu liked to eat, feeling a little complicated.

Song Jiu still had nothing to say, and ate with small mouthfuls. Li Shixi hadn't started cooking for a long time, and was not very appetite after the fume, so he put down his chopsticks and talked with Arrow on the same side of his face.

Through the scattered porcelain, from Ah Yin’s perspective, she can see her serious face, and she can see her right hand under the table, catching Song Jiu’s left hand, playing with her one by one. Fingers.

Rao was mentally prepared, and Ah Yin's heart was still sour, as if the vinegar of the vinegar cabbage was dripping in her heart. It turned out that being the other half of Li Eleven was a thousand times happier than she had thought. But she was born with low bones. The more uncomfortable she was, the more she wanted to take another look. She looked at it, and suddenly and strangely noticed a strong sense of loneliness in Li Shi's little movements.

She found that Li Shiyi was kneading Song Shiji's fingertips over and over again, like a child with no rules.

She began to feel that Li Shixi had been waiting for this company for too long, too long by herself, until she was calm on the surface for a long time, but she still couldn't restrain a little uneasiness in her heart.

She sighed, feeling that this was all right.

The afternoon was very long. Five dollars and Tu’s youngest went out to buy. Li Shili practiced a few talismans in front of the book case. Song Jiu was by his side to polish the cinnabar for her. After practicing for half an hour, he was very tired and slept again. Feeling that when I get up again, it is already dusky. Several people simply used the meal, but after a few conversations, they broke up.

The bell struck the ninth, announcing the arrival of the long night.

The room was very dry, and Qiuhuo’s heat wave was the most annoying. Ah Yin shook the silk on his hips, slammed the heels of his shoes, walked back and forth a few steps, turned his head and said to Arrow, “I’ll be with you again. Tell a joke."

The ink dripped from the tip of Ah Luo's pen on the rice paper and smeared. She looked at the ink idea and said, "Okay."

Ayin tilted his head, glaring eyes, and told the vulgar joke very impatiently: "It is said that a lama came from the south side."

Arotti raised the corner of her mouth. Seeing that she hadn't heard anything for a while, he asked her, "What then?"

Ayin wilted, and spread his hand: "I'm dumb."

She really couldn't do anything about it. Li Shiyi said to catch the wastage, let her and Arrow do some happy things in the house to bring it out, and then the rest of the people would catch it outside. The anecdote about intestinal scraping was cleaned up, the gossip of the old collection was also talked about, laughed and laughed and made trouble, but this kid was very good, and he didn't come to the door.

She held her backhand on her waist and curled her eyebrows to look at the fruit tray, took a deep breath, and was about to laugh twice, but listened to Arrow said softly: "Sit."

She shifted the brush she was holding in her hand, and clicked on the grand teacher's chair opposite. She wanted to tell Ayin that if the two of them sat and chatted with each other, they could gather the joy and take it slowly.

Ayin glanced at her, Da Lala sat across from her, and Jianzi fanned the wind: "Isn't it funny?"

Erlang's legs flickered like an impatient cat.

"It's funny," Arrow said. But I don't know if it's a joke or Ayin.

A Yin was dissatisfied. He put his index finger on his forehead and thought for a while, and squinted at A Luo Juanxiu's cheek. Yao Yao Jiao Jiao raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll talk about one more."

A Luo nodded, and saw Ayin walking around the table with his fingers, walking to her, and sitting on her lap, with a pair of jade arms around her slender neck, while twirling her hair, he said: "It's a fight A Luo came from the north, and Ayin came from the south."

Her forehead was against Arrow's, and her voice was as flattering as her eyes, not like a joke, but like flirting.

Arrow put the pen down and looked into her eyes: "Then what?"

Then.

Ayin pressed her head softly, stuck out her pointed chin, and held her lips.

A Luo's back stiffened a bit, and then softened in Ayin's watery tenderness, and climbed up from her waist with his hands, supporting her back.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Breathing intertwined, lips and teeth spring up.

In the faint daughter Xiangzhong, he heard the youngest tu’s outside yelling cheerfully: "Caught it!"

A Yin's eyes moved, and he let go of the bite of A Luo's lips, red and bright, her eyes narrowed, and the slight blur was clear.

It was very noisy outside, but Ah Yin didn't have the slightest intention to go out. She hesitated to pass the tasted mouth fat to A Luo's ear. The smell of orchid made everything quiet.

"It turns out that I kissed you, you are so happy."

Better than listening to a thousand wonderful gossips, better than her telling 10,000 jokes.

She held Arrow's chest with her hand, feeling the fiery beating inside. She looked at her as if she had seen some hidden emotions exposed.

Arrow looked back calmly. Ayin felt her eyes turned into a drop of clear water, and fell into the center of her own heart. It was insignificant, but she really heard it.