Reading The Remnants

The cat cry and the dog bark will be driven away late at night, the sky faintly reveals the whiteness of the fish, and a few people return to the small building from Jinyun Mountain.

The moonlight was half-hidden by the curtain, and it seemed that there was a spiritual chasing light, hitting the bright white calf, Li Shiyi sat on the side of the bed with his legs bent, low eyebrows and watched Song Shiji wrap the bandage around him. The wound on the ankle.

The girl's fingertips are more sultry than feathers, and she caressed her ankles crisply. The protruding bones are the desire to be provoked, and the recessed shallow nests carry excess tenderness. Li Shiyi raised his gaze and moved it to Song Shiji's face. She couldn't remember when she was taken care of last time. Ayin wouldn't be afraid to show up because of this small injury, and the master didn't look upright. Only Song XIX was the only one who looked at her hair bigger than the sky, and bit her lower lip seriously and meticulously.

The one who was dissatisfied with the desires and desires of last night seemed to be not a girl at all.

Li Shiyi’s ears were a little hot, but she miraculously felt that the vague thing of love was formed in the advance and retreat of Song Nineteen's fingertips, entering when possessing, and retreating when soothing, with her beginner dance steps. Same, clumsy but fascinating.

During Li Shixi's decades of walking, some people were obsessed with her, some paid for her, and some even sacrificed their lives for her, but no one loved her like Song Jiu.

Infatuated with her can be disdainful, sacrificed her can be repaid, but this little love often makes her feel at a loss.

So she picked up Song Jiu's hand and whispered softly: "Okay."

She is not a hypocritical girl, but she deliberately or unintentionally caused Song Jiu to go around one more circle. Her greed is in this extra circle, and she is not very greedy.

Song Nineteen let her hold her hand, her eyes still stuck to the gauze, and suddenly said: "If I was not good before, you must forgive me."

"What?" Li Shixi pursed his lips.

Song Jiu frowned unusually. She couldn't describe the anxiety at the moment, but she didn't really want to restrain in front of Li Shiyi, so she exhaled a little, raised her eyes and said: "I always feel that today The matter is related to me."

She has always dreamed these few days, when she dreamed of Xia Ji and said-Nine Masters laughed.

The Nine Masters smiled and looked at Xia Ji, cruelly repaying her the years of separation.

What kind of person should she be? Unfeeling? Fierce? Frivolous? Still perverted.

Either way, Song Jiu couldn't imagine.

She is like a patient suffering from amnesia.

Li Shiyi thought for a while, but turned up an inconspicuous dilemma: "How are you going to plead guilty?"

Song nineteen was taken aback, staring at her with black and white apricot eyes.

There was no extra look on Li Shiyi's face, and he only said indifferently: "Aruo told me that when the flowers near Huangquan are not blooming very well, Ling Heng is often unhappy. Then the servant flower ghost will hold the most prosperous one. Come to please. You said, what will he say when you ask?"

"Say what?"

Li Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at her directly, his lips moved, and there were four silent words in his meaningful eyes: "Ren Jun picks."

Song Jiu's eyes widened in an instant, his face even redder than the flowers in Li's eleven words.

Li Shiyi collected all of her reactions, then snorted and smiled, shook his head and said, "The truth is, I don't know."

She comforted Song Jiu with a calm and unhurried tone, saying: "As the saying goes: all kinds of yesterday, such as death yesterday; all kinds of today, such as birth today."

"I am me, not Lingheng. You are nineteen, and you are not bystander."

Song Nineteen gradually settled down in her words, with her head lowered on her knees, her long hair pouring down, and sweeping slowly on her sweetheart's calf.

Staying up late at night, no matter how sleepy I can’t sleep, the voices of rustling drunken voices floated from downstairs, and Ah Yin and five coins pressed his throat and punched, screamed five and six rounds, regardless of winning or losing. Each holding a hip flask to fill.

Ayinzheng pulled her slippers and sat by the door, looking at the five coins that had returned from Xiaojie, and remembering Li Shiyi’s previous instructions, she suddenly became interested: "I ask you, your Huilongtang works so fast, it's a boy peeing." no?"

Five coins was startled, and it took a long time to lift up his robe and sit down. Only when he felt that Ah Yin's voice was really loud in the dead of night, he frowned awkwardly, and said, "No."

"No?" Ah Yin was surprised and looked him up and down, "There is a story."

Wu Qian shook his head: "There is no story. In the Song Dynasty, I met a girl, Xiuniang, with very beautiful needlework and a dimple on her right cheek."

He lowered his head, still inconspicuous. It is said that there is no story, but when mentioning that person, he involuntarily knocked out a few more words.

"What happened later?" Ayin was impatient and couldn't help but catch a sentence or two.

Wuqian paused for a moment and said: "She was scorned by the big family in the city, and asked me to marry her, so I confessed my identity to her. She knew that I was a ghost and thought that I could stay together if I entered Huangquan early. I drank poison myself."

Ayin took a breath, Wu Qian licked his lower lip, and there was a dead skin on his right hand that was picking at the index finger of his left hand.

"She's a ghost, wouldn't it be possible?" Now that the five coins are all alone, you don't have to think about it to know the result. A Yin couldn't help but feel a little pity in his eyes.

Wu Qian shook his head dumbly, and Ah Yin asked, "You have friendship with Arrow, and I want to make Heng respect you too. If you want to marry a kid, why not?"

Five money immersed in his head: "On top of Lord Futi, there is Lord Fujun, and above Lord Futian, there is an interlocutory citizenship."

Under the chaos, there are the immortal and immortal gods, and the gods hold the three realms of man, ghost, and beast. Nuwa Fuxi is in charge of the human world, and the ghost king orders the soul world to control the functions of the two worlds of humans and ghosts.

"The mankind's birth, old age, sickness, and death are written in the prefecture, and after the book is exhausted, the soul can return to Mount Tai. If the ghost world changes the time of death and turns people into ghosts, it will cross the boundary."

"She was going to marry Master Zhao as a concubine, have three sons and a daughter, and enjoy thirty-six years of wealth, but she died early because of me."

"Fu Jianju sentenced her," Wu Qian's mandible moved. "At the bottom of Taishan Mansion, I will be stone-milled for 278 years, and I will be in reincarnation.

Ayin's heart creaked, as if he heard the sound of a stone mill wheel turning, the mill used her meridians to crush her ribs, crushing the tiny hope in her heart to pieces. She moved her nose two or two times, and she didn't get back to her senses for a while.

"What about you?" Her expression was a little dazed, and she murmured in a low voice. So, what about the ghosts of Taishan Mansion?

"I was deprived of my skin." Wu Qian said.

Ayin stared, her peach blossom eyes stretched tremblingly.

"I didn't look like this originally. After being stripped of my face, I only have an unimpressive face. Ordinary people can't remember it, and she can't recognize it." Wu Qian grinned, "You Closing my eyes at the moment, do you know if my face is round or square, and whether my eyelids are single or double?"

Five coins are rare to say so many things. After his appearance disappeared, his sense of existence disappeared, and his words became less and less. Now his words are pitted, word by word bounced into Ah Yin's ears, making her brain buzzing. Sounds, the inexhaustible things can't be put together.

She involuntarily moved her gaze, put it on the slate floor, and tried to think about it. There was no five dollars in her mind. She was so shocked that she turned her head and stared at him suddenly.

As if to remember his brows without admitting defeat.

Wu Qian's ordinary eyebrows trembled slightly, and he smiled silently. There was no freshness in the smile, just like a dead tree bark.

A Yin's brows were twisted and stunned, her shoulders swayed slightly, not knowing what she was thinking of.

On the second day, the scorching sun was high, and when it fell to the ground, there was not much temperature left. Ayin seemed to have not recovered from the shock of last night. It was not until the jingle of the street selling glutinous rice candy jingled. She called back to God.

She stepped forward with a sense of freshness. The old man carrying the back basket held the curved steel plate in one hand, and smashed it up with a hammer in the other. Seeing that it attracted the visitors, she took the back basket down and pushed it away with insight. The sugar paper covering the top reveals a large piece of milky sugar cake.

Ayin bent down and looked at the sweet sugar cubes. While hesitating, he heard the male voice on the side: "Come on."

Aping leaned over and smiled at her, still in the wrinkled suit the day before.

The old man responded beamingly. The rattle in his hand was used as a shovel. With a small hammer, he gently tapped a small piece of mochi. The hard candy wrapped in bubbles was crisp and raw, surrounded by the cold of steel, making it even more chilly. people. Ayin glanced at the old man's hands that were cracked from the cold in the late autumn, and said, "That's it, just wrap it up."

The uncle wrapped the sugar in newspapers, folded it squarely, and took the money from Aping. Only then did he carry the basket on his back and continue walking the streets.

"Drink coffee?" Aping said.

The cafe is not warm. It seems to be cooler than outside. It is always the case in the south. When it's cold, there is no difference between inside and outside the house. A Yin always blushes when he thinks of the hot Kang in the north.

A Ping’s words are as trivial as before. He talked about many things upside down, as if to fill up the difference between himself and A Yin over the years. A Yin looked at his mouth and suddenly felt that these plain experiences were also good. It was the exit of his words, but it was like the entrance to another world. That world had no anecdotes, no ups and downs, and only existed in the narrative that the man couldn't even accentuate the accent.

She has seen too many men, and she naturally understands that Aping patiently told her what it was because of many of them, and she even saw some excitement in his eyes to recover from the loss and get his wish.

But what made her stupefied was that she too understood why she spent time listening to him say these silly things.

The exhaustion and yearning in her heart were haunting her. She began to sort out her messy life. She had been wandering since the age of six, never knowing where to spend her next year, but Aping made her see her head and see one at a glance. Three meals in the courtyard, even a few children around the knees.

Ayin used to love Li Shiyi, who had no fixed place, and later entangled a different Aro. Now she has a glimpse of the ordinary like a glass of warm water.

Aping talked a little hot, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it, then put it back, and finally began to ask Ayin, "What are you doing here?"

Ayin's eyes wandered lazily, his shoulders leaned on the back of the sofa slantingly, and said casually: "I was going to Jinyun Mountain to find something."

"Jinyun Mountain?" Aping's expression changed abruptly.

"What?" Ah Yin squinted at him.

Aping wiped his sweat again: "I've been to this mountain two years ago, it's very evil."

Ah Yin twisted his eyebrows, and Li Shiyi was even tricked. With such a powerless hand, he could come down from that mountain?

Aping said, "When I first arrived in Chongqing last two years, I rested at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. One day, I entered an old tomb in that mountain. I suddenly passed out. When I woke up, I lay outside the cave. I hurried down. I've never been to the mountain again."

"Old tomb?" Ah Yin repeated.

"Yes," Aping nodded and recalled, "in the southwest of Jinyun Mountain, not far up from the foot of the mountain."

Ayin bit his lip to think for a few seconds, got up, picked up the coat, touched a few silver coins in his handbag and put them on the table. Before Aping opened his mouth, he blocked his words: "Can you please, coffee, I'll please."

"Thank you." She raised her brows and walked away on the heel of her shoes.

The author has something to say:

"Four Trainings of the Fan": All kinds of yesterday, such as death yesterday; all kinds of today, such as birth today.