Reading The Remnants

The group of people did not stay too much in the Yaocao place, and then walked deeper into the tomb. In the center is a square masonry. The stone platform is narrow and wide at the bottom. It is half a meter high with a new one on top. The coffin is long and wide, and the black and blue lacquered wood exudes a luster.

Two glass cups of the same color as the coffin were erected on the left and right sides of the stone platform. They stretched out like branches. Li Shiyi motioned to Tu Yaoyao to step forward and light the lamp. There was a faint sound of fire, and the white oil candle filled with wax. The incense was spread in the cool tomb along with the sudden light.

The candle was lit, but there was no warmth. Ayin was wrapped in a coat, and his teeth shook. Li Shiyi picked up Nineteen, touched her small ice-like hand, and asked her, "Is it cold? "

"It's not cold." Song Nineteen whispered milkyly.

Tu Laoyao stomped his feet straight from the cold. While rubbing his hands, he looked at the fur collar on A Yin's face. A Yin looked around, turned around and said, "There are no corpses here."

Li Shiyi pressed Song Shiji's vest with his palm, and said to Tu Laoyao: "Pick up the nails and open the coffin."

Tu Laoyao screamed, holding the cloth pocket forward, put his hands together and respectfully put a scent of scent on the coffin, then Tao exchanged out a two-finger crowbar, and stepped on the stone platform with one foot. With one hand, he inserted the crowbar into the coffin nail in the lower right corner, squeezed out his strength with a rough shout, and then lifted out the long, long nail in threes or twos.

He threw six in succession, leaving only the unsealed long nail in the center, which was pierced abruptly. The nail head was wrapped with a few densely woven red threads. The youngest Tu was about to get started, but he listened to Li Shi. One line: "The sons and grandchildren can't move, just come down."

Youngest Tuo responded with a pile of noises, jumped down in three or two steps, and got warm all over his work. He wiped the sweat from his neck and shook the crowbar in his hands, thinking if he would encounter rice dumplings. , Giving a sap is also considered handy.

Li Shiyi changed Song Shijiu's arm around him, freed his hand to tap the bottom of his right ear, but only heard the occasional crackling of lanterns, which was very clean. She glanced at Ah Yin, and motioned her to come forward.

Ayin took his eyes around her unhurriedly, and glanced at Song Jiu in her arms with a smile. , Leaving the sour back to Li Shiyi, whispered to Tu Laoyao: "How can I hold the baby girl like a nanny and not let go, dare to love, we will become Guanyin soldiers."

"What do you mean by Guanyin Soldier?" Tu's youngest member asked her while pushing the lid of the coffin.

"I don't know, the guests from Guangdong taught it." Ayin shook his head and shook his head.

Youngest Tu was accustomed to her casual choice of vocabulary, and immersed himself in work.

The coffin lid was pushed aside by the two of them. Ayin Miku had time to take a closer look. When he let go, he yelled for backache. Li Shixi looked closer, and there was nothing special about Aunt Zhao’s body. The lime looked like a green face, and the wall was muddy like putty. A layer of heavy makeup, but it can't hide the spots of carbon black coming out of the skin, and the incense is faintly rotten.

Ayin couldn't bend her waist, she only held her back with one hand, and yelled, "While I can tell the eyebrows, take a closer look, she looks good on me?"

She picked up the ending contemptuously, showing that she was very disgusted with Master Wu's behavior of liking the new and disgusting the old.

Tu Laoyao put his red hands into his cuffs and held them, his thighs habitually flicked his body, and said in a long voice: "Compared with the dead, ah-the brain is not bright."

Ah Yin was about to return his mouth, but saw that there was movement on Li Shiyi's end, Song Shiji broke free from her arms, swayed his small staggering steps, hugged the coffin with his small hands, straddled the coffin, and rolled with a grunt. Go in.

"This...yes, what are you doing?" Tu's youngest person was dumbfounded, and his words were uncomfortable.

"Do you recognize your mother?" Ayin looked suspiciously at the villain rolling in the coffin.

But seeing Song Jiu tumbling a few times in the coffin, his little hand supported the edge and stood up, danglingly held up a scroll of silk paintings, and handed it to Li Shiyi. Shui Dudu's little mouth opened: "This ."

Her black jewel pupils were ignorant and innocent, and the white of her eyes had the peculiar light blue of a baby. She was clearly an innocent child, but the scene of getting up from the coffin was so bizarre that it made her heart jump for no reason. .

Li Shiyi looked at her calmly.

Ah Yin took a breath, this skill...hound?

Li Shiyi glanced at her, stepped forward and took the silk painting in Song Jiu's hand. After thinking about it, he stroked her head smoothly. Song Jiu nestled her small head softly on her body and saw her ten fingers. Disassembled flexibly, the dark yellow silk painting was invaded by history, showing the traces of the years in a mottled manner. The edges and corners are a bit missing. Fortunately, the pattern in the center is quite complete. There is no color on the painting, only dark lines stiffly outline a body. The woman who is leading the curly round, with long hair over the waist, bowed down, has a slender figure and a right age.

Although the painting technique is not exquisite, he can vaguely recognize the sadness of the woman hiding her face and weeping. Li Shiyi's thumb stroked the hook and leather depicted on the dress and softly wondered: "A painting in the Spring and Autumn Period?"

Three people, two big and one small, looked at her quietly. Li Shiyi's serious appearance is very beautiful. Her good looks are staggered out of the pauses in self-talking, and are picked out by automatic advances and retreats, even softly speaking. It also reveals the indisputable certainty, which makes people feel at ease to the bone.

Youngest Tu didn't know what she was thinking, so she didn't dare to express herself. Song Nineteen was sleepy, and only leaned against her wearily. In the end, Ah Yin said, "I think it's it. Take it home."

She rubbed her thin arm a few times: "It's so cold."

Coming out of the mausoleum, the moon shadow was slanting to the west. The housekeeper and the housekeeper were still waiting at the foot of the mountain, napping on the bonfire. Seeing them coming out, I was very pleasantly surprised. He got into the car and returned to the house with his arms around.

When Master Wu saw the painting, tears of joy came out. He wiped the corners of his eyes and rubbed his hands over and over, as if he had found his darling.

The baby was lost and recovered, Master Wu lost his thoughts, holding the silk painting and went into the study. The housekeeper should be more decent. He paid the money according to the letter, and arranged for Li Shiji to rest in the east wing, saying that if nothing happened, he would stay for a few days. Tickets go again. It is better for Li Shixi to be respectful and live in the east courtyard with a few big and small. The butler also took care of Granny Xia, the steward of the small kitchen, and prepared a table of dishes plentifully. The hot and delicious fragrance made the index finger move. Tu's youngest member was not welcome. Hu ate Hesai and hiccups. Granny Xia was delighted. A few more plates of pastries were delivered tightly.

After drinking and eating, they each went back to the wing. Song Shixi was very tired. Li Shixi wiped her hands and feet, and then changed the clothes that had been smashed in the coffin, and the big scarf was wrapped up in her. Go to sleep.

At about the middle of the sea, the faint sound of a pipa came from the yard, melodious and melodious, like sounds from the sky, lingering and lingering with the clear moon against the screen window.

Li Shiyi closed the door and went out, but Ah Yin, who had drunk a few more glasses of wine, sat at the stone table, holding a narrow-necked and big-bellied willow pipa, plucking the strings with his bare hands, twisting and twisting, and the music of flowing clouds and flowing water poured out from his fingers. Out, surrounded by Ruoyou seemingly drunk, curled around the beam.

Li Shiyi sat opposite her and said, "I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time."

A Yin stopped, hugged Pipa with her jade arms, and smiled: "Grandma's piano sound is very valuable. How much money do you have?"

After Yubi, she collapsed her shoulders and smiled and stretched out her hand towards Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi frowned unhappily, and said, "I have money."

After thinking about it, add another sentence: "There are many."

Ayin "puchi" laughed, and withdrew her hand: "Yes." She immersed herself in a string of the piano, and said leisurely: "Since you have money, when will you be a head when you go to the grave?"

Li Shiyi didn't answer, and Ah Yin didn't ask any more questions. He straightened up and sang the song with a mouth full of silk strings.

"The water temple is like a crow feather, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. If you don't dress up, I'm afraid my mother will guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half crooked."

Her eyes were smoky, dotted with moonlight, wet with water, and the figure soaked in powder and pipa stacked on top of each other, plump and tender, revealing the temptation and loneliness of unknown tonight.

If anyone looked at her, they would look at the moon together.

In the early morning of the next day, Tu's youngest member woke up early and drank and slapped the door one by one. Li Shixi was sitting at the table and calmly fed Song Jiu a mouthful of gruel, Song Jiu. The chubby face was bulging, chewing and blinking, like a little squirrel stealing fruit.

Ayin yawned and leaned against the door, Tu Yaoyao went into the room as usual, and checked them one by one in a manner that he did not hesitate to robbery. ?"

Originally, he just asked casually, but he saw Li Shiyi scrape the remaining soup from Song Shiji's mouth with a porcelain spoon, and said lightly: "Yes."

"What?" Tu Yaoyao asked suspiciously.

Li Shiyi retracted the spoon, and the corners of his lips raised inexplicably, "Time."

The second monk Tu Yaozhang was confused, and Ah Yin stood up straight and stared at the people in the room. Li Shiyi put down the bowl and pointed at Song Shijiu: "She is not long."

The author has something to say:

"Half of a child, water temples like a crow-like knife cut": "The water temples like a crow-like feather are cut like a knife, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. If you don't dress up, I'm afraid your mother will guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half are fluffy and half are fluffy. I'm crooked."