Reading The Remnants

Arrow left. Ah Yin discovered this when he opened his eyes.

Some people have a sense of ritual when they disappear in their lives, and there will be a little rustle in their hearts, like a rough rag wiping away the traces. What is annoying is that when she appeared, she did not necessarily have a decent reminder, and even her existence was silent, as if she was an insignificant person.

Ayin pulled up his shoes as usual and got up with the buckle from the bottom up. Seeing that it was still early, he washed his head, then wiped his wet hair and sat in front of the mirror to paint makeup.

The eyebrows and the eyes are really delicate, the eyebrows are like smiling smile lines when a person is smiling, the lips are like cinnabar between the fingers when a person is reading, and the eye waves are the water waves that burst when a person makes tea, even the corners of the eyes are small. The wrinkles are all like swimming fish under a person's hand.

What is "a person"? Ah Yin thought for a while, and threw Luo Zidai back into the enamel box with a "tsk".

Twisting his half-dry hair downstairs, he saw the five coins that had returned from walking the bird. A Yin burst into flames in his heart, but said, "Why are you here?"

The words in my heart are—you didn't go with her?

Wuqian said: "My lord hasn't told me."

Ah Yin moved her lips. So, did she come back?

The question made a few bends in his mouth, and in the end, he did not obtain the release permit. Ah Yin just moved his neck indifferently, and went over to the kitchen.

She peeled an egg in the kitchen and rolled on the table habitually before she peeled it. She stopped. This action seemed to have been learned from Li Shiyi, and it seemed not. His thoughts turned off after a mouthful.

She lowered her arrogant eyelashes, and suddenly discovered that if she hadn't taken the five dollars, there might be a solution, but she really didn't plan to come back.

The astringent feeling blocked up again. She puffed her cheeks and exhaled for a short breath, but forgot that there was a very small half of the egg yolk in her throat. She choked hard without paying attention, and coughed out of breath. She hurriedly unscrewed the water pipe and took in a cup of tap water, ignoring that it was raw, so she poured her head up.

A glass of water seemed to have an end, and one sip was bigger than one sip, and the sound of the throat in my ears, one after another, seemed to press down something restless.

After drinking it clean, she put down the cup, burped a very unreserved burp, wiped a handful of water stains from her mouth, and put the rouge on the back of her hand. She glanced at it and smiled: "Well, it's white again. "

After having dinner in the afternoon, Li Shiyi shared what he had seen and heard on the mountain yesterday with Ayin, and said that he was afraid that Song Shijiu was not in a stable mood, so he would go back to the mountain in a few days. Ayin looked at Li Shiyi's thin lips, and felt that the mood in her mouth was not stable, and it was reassuring, as if it was not Ah Jiu.

Others may not believe it, she, the cold-faced Qingmei, has the most understanding and considerate in the world. It's like saying that she only flirted with Ah Yin's eyes, which were swollen like Tao'er, without asking where Ah Luo was going.

The days passed as usual, and a few people listened to the show or played cards clatteringly, idle like a fool. Wu Qian also pondered for three or two days. Yan Luo didn't take him, and the monarch didn't drive him. He couldn't figure out the doorway here, so he decided to stay steadfast and settle down.

But Ah Yin looked at him, the more he looked, the more eye-catching he became. After playing cards a few times, he didn't bother to go to the table, and sat in a daze in the yard.

She missed the youngest Tu Yao a little bit.

In the past, when he was there, he always stayed with him. Two mortals, he was a bit stupid than himself. Even if he was a pig brain, he always belonged to him. It sounds at ease.

There were light footsteps behind, and when the breeze blew, a girl sat beside him.

A Yin hugged his arms, a little cold, turned his head to look at Song Jiu: "I don't add any clothes to the outside. Isn't it freezing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, and gave a faint "Oh" in her heart. Except for the two occasions of borrowing her nose and wasting, Song Jiu never had a headache and brain fever. One time she was underground. She was afraid of freezing Jiu, so she wrapped her arms in her arms and rubbed her arms for a long time. Coughing for several days.

That was last winter, and speaking of it, it was almost a year.

Song Nineteen didn't say anything, so he sat beside her obediently, with his shoulders next to her, warm.

Ayin looked at the ugly old elm tree in the yard, pointed it, and asked Song Nineteen: "You said this yard is all right beside it, but this crooked-necked tree is very obtrusive."

Song nineteen took a look.

Ayin said again: "But if you chop it down and become bald, you might not be used to it again."

Not maybe, but definitely. She felt that she was standing in a bare yard. Every time she went out before, her skirt was always hooked by that branch, or her forehead was slammed against the branch. She gritted her teeth with hatred and found her axe. The tree was cut down, but now sitting on the stump, neither is the left nor the right, I always feel that something is missing.

"Human, hypocritical." She clutched the smashed forehead of the villain in her heart, and came to a conclusion.

She didn't care if Song Nineteen could understand it or not. In short, she felt it was terrifying to get used to this stuff. She was so afraid that she had to say it, stepped on the ground, and slapped again.

Song nineteen dialed the hair on his face, looked at the old elm tree, and opened his mouth: "Do you know, I probably did so many wrong things in the past, I am afraid that General Qin is only one of them."

"I told eleven that I was afraid, and she told me that yesterday, all kinds of things, such as death yesterday, all kinds of today, such as birth today."

The meaning of time is to make everything pass.

"Ayin," Song Jiu looked at her, pursing his lips, and then let go for a while, "you said, what is longevity?"

Ayin frowned.

Song Nineteen said: "I said, longevity is punishment."

"Eleventh told me that what defines a person is nothing but what she did in the past. Then an immortal person has only one chance to be defined."

"They have all the good and bad memories, and they can only wait for them to forget them. If they can't forget, they can only bear them and carry them forever."

"But mortals are different," Song Jiu paused. "They have many opportunities to start all over again. They are always brand new and can always be babies."

Song 19 seldom said these many things, and was very unaccustomed to reasoning with others, but there was a natural and unpretentious innocence in her words, which was just right on the old heartstrings of Ah Yin.

She heard the humming in her heart, and she finally had the courage to start thinking about Arrow.

She understood what Song Jiu said. Ayin is her, and Fu Wuyin is also her. She has been her for many previous lives, but she has the right to experience and forget different lives.

The soul is immortal, and the body is transformed. Isn't it another form of immortality?

Song Jiu put her head on her knees. She thought about these words for several days. She was trying to solve Ah Yin and also confessing to herself. She also needs to face longevity and build up the courage to bear and bear.

The cries on the street are also unquenchable, and the bustle has been in the same line since ancient times. Ayin digested Song Jiu's words and raised his eyes, but unexpectedly ran into Aping.

He was still in that suit, more wrinkled, and when he saw Ah Yin, a simple smile appeared on his face.

Ah Yin took a small step back, her tinnitus echoed with the words "Don't see him anymore", but she looked at A Ping, stopped her evasive steps, put her hand in the pocket of her wool coat, and stepped forward. He met his eyes and said: "It's such a coincidence, I will see you back."

It's all this street back and forth.

"I deliberately waited for you." Aping looked at her.

Ayin said: "You sent me back that day. If something happens, you should go to the alley to find me."

A Ping was a little lost: "I forgot."

He scratched his head and was very embarrassed: "I have a bad memory in the past two years. I only walked through the alley once, and I forgot it."

Ayin smiled and followed him along the street. At the end, there was a faint commotion. Ayin squinted his eyes, and Aping also took a look and said: "Student movement, I have been here several times in the past few days, shouting What kind of slogan."

"Yeah." Ayin lowered his head, listening to the crowd's approach.

Aping turned his head and said to her: "If you are free, take me away later, I must remember this time."

Ayin tapped his tongue in his mouth, thought about it, and said, "No."

"I'm going back to the north in these two days." She lied.

A Ping was taken aback, a little unstable, and asked her: "Go, where to go? I..."

He looked at Ah Yin's eyes, "I'll go with you", and he still didn't have the courage to say the words.

He was courageous since childhood, and Ah Yin was fierce. He was afraid that Ah Yin had become a habit. As long as she frowned slightly and showed a little objection, he could not suggest a word.

Ayin was talking about the north, not a city, and that was saying-don't follow me.

The students holding flags and banners lined up in a square formation, and the enthusiasm came over, the crowd began to surge, and the sky-shaking momentum led the pedestrians on both sides to run. Ayin put his eyes on the braids, blue cloth and black skirts of the female students, their mouths were breathing white, and the hands holding the flags were red with cold.

She smiled, this country is always passionate, and it can burn people hot and cold in cold weather.

She was about to talk to Aping, but she saw Aping habitually withdraw her handkerchief and carefully wipe the sweat from her forehead.

A Yin squinted her eyes and looked at A Ping carefully, and jumped up gloomily in her heart. She stretched out her hand in a daze, motioned for A Ping to take a grip, and asked him softly: "It's getting more and more freezing today— -Are you cold?"

Aping handed her hand over, smiled and squeezed the temperature of her hand, and smiled: "I am..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, and fixed in Ayin's eyes with confusion.

Ah Yin's fingertips shook lightly, and then retracted, still holding it back in his pocket, pinching it inside, pinching bleeding marks from his nails.

Her peach blossom eyes were bleakly open at this moment, and the freshness inside was crushed, flashing with unbearable crystals.

She choked her throat, and slowly and whispered to Aping: "I never asked you, why did you go to the tomb of Jinyun Mountain that day?"

She understood everything. A Ping wore a wrinkled suit, a towel that was constantly wiping sweat, and the memory of being muddled and hard to know the way.

——He died early on the climb, and then he went into the old tomb as a ghost. Under the influence of the magic circle, he lost the memory of his death like Qin Liangyu, and his time stayed in that summer forever.

Aping lowered his head and said, "I, I have been looking for you. I know that you are a tomb. I heard that there is a tomb, so I often check it out. Maybe..."

Maybe, can I run into you?

I don’t know if I didn’t say it, or was drowned in the high-pitched sound. Ah Yin didn’t pay attention and was hit by a student in the crowd. She licked her ankle and leaned against the street. She looked up and saw that Aping was also pushed vaguely. When I reached the center of the crowd, I stumbled forward with the waves.

He looked left and right, eagerly looking for Ah Yin, his head popped out and sometimes blocked, Ah Yin took two steps reluctantly and called him: "Aping!"

The voice was too small to reach his ears, but Ah Yin continued to shout regardless, "Go to Taishan Mansion! Aping, go to Taishan Mansion!"

Aping vaguely heard Ah Yin's voice, she said-Taishan Mansion?

He was ecstatic and hurriedly stretched his neck toward the voice, no matter if she could see it or not, he nodded twice.

"Hey!" he agreed with a smile.