Reading The Remnants

Ayin originally thought that Li Shiyi was going to panic at last, but Li Shiyi was not as good as she wanted, so he only calmly listened to Henggongyu and Arrow's narration, put away the cigarette sticks, took off the gloves, and thought about it. Wanting to remove another loose braid, she drooped her gaze, inserted her five fingers into the center of the hairline, stroked the scattered hair to the back, breathed quietly for two times with a wooden face, and then got up, as usual. Go down the mountain and go home.

The dim night light in the alley stretched the shadows of people extremely long, and Ah Huang at the door next door was snoring sweetly. If it weren't for Li Shiyi's only one shadow, it would have been a beautiful warm winter.

Without a word, Li Shiyi opened the door and went straight upstairs. Ayin leaned against the door with his arms folded, propped his heavy eyelids, and heard the sound of water splashing from above.

——She actually wanted to take a bath. Ah Yin raised his eyebrows to A Luo, and he gave an unbelievable "tsk" in his mouth.

Arrow was a little absent-minded, glanced at the stairs pretentiously, and bowed his head tiredly.

Ayin said: "Can't sleep, can you play cards?"

A Luo glanced at the furrow between Ah Yin's eyebrows and knew that she was actually worried about Song Jiujii. But Ah Yin didn't dare to suggest anything, because he was afraid that Li Shizhen would be sad, and he was afraid that Arrow would blame himself.

So she wanted to stay up for a while, Xiao Nineteen didn't go anywhere, and didn't bring any clothes to change, so she might be back in the middle of the night.

She is always willing to treat Song Jiu as an ordinary girl, and she is not happy to wonder whether the nine masters, who are the gods of Zhongshan, will worry about such trivial things as changing clothes.

Arrow glanced at the dark corridor again, and sat down on the card table with Ayin.

People sat down, but there was no interest in playing, Ah Yin supported his cheeks and crossed his arms, caught a card and turned it in his hand, his eyes floated past the kerosene lamp, and he looked out the window quietly for a while, then floated back. Continue to look at the oil lamp.

The light thorn exploded, and her vague sight was awake. She shook her head and stood up and said to Arrow: "Where are the scissors? I wring the candle wick."

A male voice came from beside the stairs: "Little boy, in the sewing basket."

Ayin looked at the five coins: "Are you up there?"

Five coins nodded: "Yin Shi has hit."

Ayin looked out the window dizzyly, Tianguo really faintly lit up, the charcoal basin in the room was burning hot, and the inner layer of the window was covered with a layer of hoarfrost. She took the scissors and turned around and applied a handful of hoarfrost, moved her lip line, but didn't think of anything to say.

The stairs creaked, and she turned her head blankly and saw Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi changed into a homely robe, with his under-dried hair draped on one side, his eyebrows as if covered with frost and dew, faintly pale. With her sleeves straight, she walked towards the card table, glanced at it, and asked, "Do you play cards?"

The three of them looked at her together, and she sniffed slightly, with a waxy ending, as if she had been soaked in water all night.

She stood with a long body like a pine and bamboo, hooked her head and fiddled with the cards at will. After waiting for a while, she saw no one responding, and then raised her eyes and tilted her head to ask a nasal sound.

Wu Qian looked at Ah Luo, Ah Luo looked at Ah Yin, Ah Yin looked at Li Shiyi, but sneered twice, and his legs hooked the stool: "Hit."

The emperor was not in a hurry, and the **** was in a hurry. There was a nameless fire in her heart, and her temples bounced suddenly in the middle of the night.

Li Shiquan didn't see it, and hooked the stool by his feet and sat down with his back straight.

As soon as the action of hooking the stool was completed, a sickly female voice suddenly sounded in her ears. The owner of the voice cleverly nestled in her hand and said—"I thought then, when I can speak, I must I ask you, Li Shiyi, is your stool a decoration?"

"But when I really could speak, I forgot."

Li Shiyi felt the uneven nicks on the surface of the card, and started to be startled.

Ayin waited for a while and didn’t move. She was about to be impatient and urged her. When she looked up, she saw deep folds piled up on Li Shiyi’s finger pads, which was caused by dehydration after being soaked for too long. Li Shiyi's white wrists were turned back into his lips when he was about to say something.

She cleared her throat, pondered, and finally said softly, "Reluctant, why don't you chase? The fish said just now. It was a misunderstanding, and there was no deep hatred. What kind of joe are you holding at this moment?"

Li Shiyi didn't say a word, but focused on starting a card.

The Fujun wanted to play cards, and the five coins had to play cards, so he bit his scalp and threw the dice, and started to draw the cards first. Arrow followed behind him silently. After Li Shixi, he finally returned to Liu with upset eyebrows. Ayin's side.

She tilted her body and looked at Li Shi for half a while, and threw the card like angrily.

Gu Lulu turned to Li Eleven.

If Li Shiyi didn't notice it, he pouted and glanced at the face of the card. Another dice was thrown on the back of her hand. She paused, and then she said, "Ayin."

She raised her head to look directly at Ah Yin, and said slowly and seriously: "She grew up with us since she was a child."

Her eyes were very tired, but with a bit of stubborn persistence, after only a few words, she turned the card in her hand, and turned the topic around: "This deck of cards originally contained many kinds of abuse, but I often mentioned it. Click on her to make her brand style the same as mine."

Ayin remembered playing cards with Song Jiu. Li Shixi passed behind him, took out one lightly and threw it, and then said in Song Jiu's ear—Hu this, this, the same, remember it.

At that time, her eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze, but now there was a night of winter frost in her eyes.

Li Shiyi's sigh fell in Ah Yin's heart, and she asked, "Do you understand?"

Ayin was right. There was no deep hatred, and because there was no deep hatred, she could persuade herself to settle down and give the time to Song XIX.

Song Nineteen was taught to be cute and cute by her own intention or not, but was this what she meant? Now that she has awakened her spiritual consciousness, she should have an opportunity to choose, which is completely determined by her.

If she were to re-handle a deck of cards now, would she still be the one of the day?

A Luo understood, but she was a little dazed, Li Shiyi actually put herself in the chosen position, and she even noticed a little posture that could be called "humble".

Finally, Li Shiyi looked at the card table and whispered: "She will be back."

Ayin frowned: "What if you don't come back?"

Li Shiyi put the cards in his hand straight and smiled softly: "That probably means that I am not that important either."

Ayin's heart jumped because of this sentence, as if being rolled over by a cactus ball, she gave birth to a fine and dense pain. Why did she hurt her? It's hard to say, maybe she had never thought that such a lonely expression would one day It will appear on Li Shiyi's face, and the eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and the flaws on the thin porcelain are as uncomfortably abrupt.

In another three or two days, Li Shiyi was delicious and sleepy~www.NovelMTL.com~ practicing calligraphy. As usual, he went out every afternoon to go shopping on the half-day street.

At first, Ayin still felt sorry for her for a time or two. Seeing that she was getting better every day, she was suspicious that the words on the card table that night were a dream.

She stretched out her hand to touch a neatly-coded wavy bun, with a few newly made outer shirts on her arms. This outer shirt was still the material that Qianer and Song Jiu picked together, ready to wait for the spring. Wearing, she glanced at the nineteen pale pink apricot blossom gown, and her heart was panicked again.

Before I could sigh, I was stopped by Auntie Zhao who lived on the street corner: "Sister Yinyao, buy new clothes?"

The wooden door was wide open. Aunt Zhao was sitting on the rattan rocking chair in the yard, with a thick mattress behind her, and a black windproof cotton cap on her head.

"Yes." Ayin smiled and replied.

Wu Nong said softly, Zhao Auntie likes it the most, and she found two more words and said: "When is your sister Li Yao coming today? You just ask, I will go out when it's too late. Chen Mazi kills pigs and puts liquor. ."

Auntie Zhao has a very heavy accent, and she always refers to "a" as "old". Ayin understood it after a while, but she didn't understand it very well. She asked her, "When will you come?"

"What are you here? What are you doing?"

She dangled her eyebrows, feeling that the title "Li Yaomei" was a little funny.

Aunt Zhao said "Yeah": "Don't you know? She has been here for the past two days, and she moved the stool to learn to outflank me."

Strangely enough, the girl from the Li family is very clever, but she has been learning this little job for three or two days, as if she wanted to keep improving. The wrapped hand didn't take it back, except that it was left in the Zhao's shop.

"Chapter?" Ayin was stunned.

Aunt Zhao’s son opened a small noodle shop on the street, and Song Jiu liked his hand-picked hands, saying that the skin was thin and the stuffing was big, like billowing ingots.

When she said this, the cheeks bulged a little, and Ayin handed her the silk and laughed at her: "Isn't it a lover? Can ingots get into your stomach?"

Song Jiu retracted his hands and cupped his face, and smiled and denied: "I am not a Cai fan. If I want to be a fan, I'm just a fan."

Ayin returned to his senses, and the smile couldn't come out all of a sudden, and he was very stiff and ugly. Unconsciously clutching Song Jiu's gown in his hand, he turned the cold sleeve over, and then turned it over.

She couldn't imagine what sentence Li Shiyi, who has never liked dealing with people, opened the scene when he said that he wanted to learn to outflank hands.

Did he hang his neck slightly, put the dough in the center of his palm, and gently wrap his unannounced expectation.

Aunt Zhao, who loves gossip, would ask her, who is so fond of eating this gadget, and let her come to learn it babblingly.

And will she say Song Jiu's name?

Ayin said goodbye to Aunt Zhao, walked back slowly, and looked up in front of the courtyard. Seeing Li Shiyi who was about to go out standing in the setting sun, his lonely face had not even come across unexpected surprise. This face was familiar and eccentric, his eyes drooped unhurriedly, and landed on the pale pink apricot blossom gown between the arms of Ain.

The cup of water in her hand was open, and the heat lingered as if there was nothing.

Only then did Ayin realize that some people's love is not noisy or noisy, and even lost in their souls, they are as quiet as a cup of warm water in their hands.