Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 102

Sanshu’s house is more broken than Douding’s house. The door of the yard that has not been repaired for a long time chuckles and chuckles. There are a few dustpans and baskets piled up in the corner of the yard. The loofah flesh, and the bacon that is as hard as wood.

I thought I knew it was unlikely to be patronized by the owner, and even the bacon was dejected, hanging from the unbroken hemp rope, as if hanging on a beam.

Song Nineteen went straight into the back room. The aunt covered her mouth and nose. She cried without speaking. She wiped out two tears and sighed, “It’s useless.”

Song Jiu shook her hand and patted it twice or three times: “Don’t panic.” After saying this, he went to the couch.

The room was so small that it seemed crowded as soon as someone slipped in. Xiao Douding didn’t want her aunt to know that she was vomiting blood. She only covered the cloth with her clear eyes. The third uncle lay on the wooden bed, coughing louder than the other, hoarse. He was pulling his throat, and the sputum in his throat gurgled, as if to stop him from breathing.

His face is grayer and yellower than the bacon outside, and there are no more meat left on his cheeks. His eyes are protruding, white as a dead fish, and the same mouth is yellow, yellow and red vomit, even though he is Farmers have always loved cleanliness, but now they can’t take care of them, and they don’t even have a clear consciousness.

He lay back on the pillow, as if he had been thrown in. His big hands with naked veins were clenched into fists, and he slammed down on the wooden board. He hissed, “His mother, his mother–“

The aunt hurriedly wiped her tears and stepped forward with a “hey”.

He shook his head, but he choked. The air was filled with a strong smell of rust, mixed with an unconcealable stench, but he swallowed it abruptly, looked at the ceiling chaotically, and asked: “What is Ah Shun? When is it time to come back?”

The aunt was startled, then she leaned on the bed and started crying.

Xiaodouding raised his face to look at Song Jiu, and Sui Shengsheng said, “Brother Ashun burned it a month ago.”

The aunt didn’t do it at that time, pulling his clothes to ask for a complete body, but the strong man in the village couldn’t help but pushed her aunt, and carried Ashun away as soon as the coarse cloth was wrapped.

Those strong men, who hadn’t survived for three or two days, also burned.

Xiaodou thought, whether it’s burned, the bones won’t be frozen in this cold winter.

He was also a little scared. You said it was all gray. Does the grandmother underneath recognize him? Who did he recite the three-character classics he recently learned?

He thought to himself, and didn’t talk to Song Jiu.

Thoughts stopped abruptly, as if someone was strangling his throat, coughing and crying also stopped abruptly, and the dried loofah stuffed together, the picture stopped at the most heartbreaking moment, stopped in absurd and funny, like sugar Master Ren pinched the scene with the biggest opening and closing, and fixed the brilliant expressions.

The hovering light resembles a silk ribbon that can be manipulated by others, and the floating dust is an excellent decoration. Song Nineteen’s hair end moved and walked in the light, his face was bright and dark, and the shadows slowly changed.

Li Shiyi breathed up and down, watching her walk to the bed in a few steps.

She didn’t look back at Li Shiyi, but she didn’t stop her. Li Shiyi knew that she had a plan, so she pulled out the cigarette stick, and put her index finger in the right hand.

Song Jiu didn’t move in a hurry, but looked down at the frozen third uncle, as if searching for something carefully.

After a while, I heard a “squeak” sound, like the scream of a young rat looking for food, but it was much smaller. If it weren’t too quiet at the moment, I was afraid that it would not be heard at all.

Song Nineteen listened to the sound, his auricle moved, his wrist turned like an inverted sword flower, the black iron fan rounded his fingertips round his fingertips, and he slammed his Sanshu’s atrium, Lingxu, and Dovetail with lightning speed. The scattered dust on his chest was shaken, and he screamed in shock, as if his tail had been burnt.

Li Shiyi looked closely, and there were a few earthworm-like nematodes burst out of Sanshu’s body, but they were much smaller than earthworms, but the cotton thread was wide, the whole body was golden and there was no eyes and no mouth, and the sound seemed to be shook out of the heavenly spirit cover. . After leaving the human body, the nematode swung a few times in the air, and then rushed straight into Song Jiu’s face. Song Jiu held the handle of the fan with a backhand, and shook the fan with a “clam”, swiped twice to block the attack, and shook it with a flick of his finger. He fell to the ground hard.

She only glanced behind her back with the tail of her eyes, and before she took her gaze back, she saw two blue yingying talisman papers pasted with nematodes, which instantly burned clean.

Song Jiu turned his head, his eyes fell on Li Shiyi’s hand that had just taken back the talisman by pinching the talisman.

The two did not speak any more, they just knocked out the pests from Xiaodouding’s body and burned the three or two that entered the lungs. Song Shiji retracted the fan, and the hairpin behind his head, with a move of his shoulder, the spell disappeared, and the aunt’s wailing It sounded continuously for a while, but the third uncle seemed to be exhausted and fell asleep.

Xiaodouding blinked his eyes and touched his chest as if feeling in his heart.

He turned his face to look, but saw that Song Jiu, who was still nearby, was leaning against the wall at this moment, with his head resting on the wall, his chin up, and a little sleepy. Li Shiyi stood beside her, not knowing how to handle it. When will the cigarette sticks taken out and put away.

Song Jiu said with a dumb voice: “Let’s go.”

The eyes were looking at the third uncle and the aunt, but they were talking to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi nodded and closed the door together with her.

I haven’t used the move for a long time, and I didn’t know if the tendons were stretched. Li Shiyi’s palm felt a little painful. She gently rubbed the tendons of the ring finger and little finger as she walked.

“That’s the one just now, it’s a pest.” When he walked to the empty street, Li Shiyi spoke.

“Yes.”

Li Shiyi glanced at her: “How did you save them?”

Song Nineteen lowered his eyes and shook his head: “The Queen Mother of the West is in charge of human punishment and spreading plagues. The plagues are planted by her. They grow from the roots of the trees and hide among the five elements. Both gold, wood, water and fire can be attached to them. Constantly.”

Unless the punished person is punished cleanly, the plague loses its host and kills itself.

What Song Shijiu did just now was to remove two or three roots that entered the lungs and to temporarily delay his illness.

It will also grow from the hair, from the soles of the feet, from between the nails, occupying his skin inch by inch, invading the internal organs, and eventually exhausting the lungs and hemoptysis.

She freezes the patient and kills the plague. Although it can save her for a while, it is her own power and it is difficult to resist all enemies.

There were many times when she watched better during the day, and when she opened her eyes the next day, she heard Xiaodouding running and saying that the family died at night and burned early in the morning.

Pervasive fear is the most suffocating and the most helpless.

She didn’t sleep well for several days, until she lay down beside Li Shiyi.

The loneliness in her eyes was so obvious that Li Shixi got closer, the back of her hand hung down, gently next to her.

Song Jiu didn’t move his hand, and his delicate and fair skin rubbed against Li Shiyi twice, with little apparent dependence in his movements.

Li Shiyi glanced at the hairpin on her temple, and then asked her, “Is this your magic weapon?”

“Yes,” Song Nineteen tilted his head, “It’s called Fuguang. I got it from Huangshan Yungu.”

Floating light and glimpsing shadows, fan as the name suggests, Song Nineteen was just like clouds and flowing water, like dreams and illusions.

What made Li Shiyi even more concerned was that Song Jiu took the initiative to introduce it to her, and the helplessness in his eyes was gradually replaced by Wen Wen’s eyes. Her attachment to Li Shiyi has not diminished, as long as Li Shiyi talks to her, she will be better.

She moved her lips, before telling Li Shiyi that her fan was originally held in her hand, but when she retrieved it, she accidentally remembered the way Ayin used a bone fan when he hit the snake, and inserted it in the hair like her. between.

She missed Ah Yin a little at the time, but she didn’t say it, because she was afraid that Li Shiyi would ask her-what about me?

Do you miss me?

People usually don’t want to answer some things because they are afraid that nothing is enough.

The night was as cool as water, and Li Shiyi was still sleeping with Song Shiji. Song nineteen rested very early that day, thinking that he was running out of spells, and he didn’t have time to think about it all the time, so he slept with his back to Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi closed his eyes, recalling the cause of the day in the silent and estranged moon shadow.

The bed board trembled suddenly, and the floor remembered the sound of a broom sweeping the floor. Li Shiyi frowned, opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no more movement. She looked at the sleeping Song Jiu thoughtfully, and then looked again. Close up.

After another half of the fragrant time, Li Shixi’s hazy consciousness was awakened by a scattered low moan. The moan was extremely restrained. It seemed painful and weak. He sighed from his throat, mixed with astringency. The fruity taste is the same as that of the aged wine.

The scent of sweat permeated, and if there was a layer of mist on the ground, the bedding next to him moved slightly, as if the hibernating spring insects were breaking the ground.

Li Shiyi’s heart trembled, and he was half awake at once, looking at Song Jiu according to the moonlight.

She was braved of scorching heat and waves. The neckline of the cotton bedclothes was half open, revealing sweaty cheeks and shoulders. Her back was trembling slightly, and the wet green silk was pressed against the slender neck. Climb into the clothes crookedly.

She moved, and the hair twitched. The white jade-like skin was clearly distinguished. The curved shape seemed to have creeping vitality. It was a bow in a cup and a shadow of a green snake, shooting the precarious reason of the person next to the pillow. Biting on the pillow’s long restrained emotions.

Li Shiyi’s heart was beating like thunder, and he reached out to hold her shoulders with his fingers, outlines the shallow socket of the clavicle, and finally pressed her fingertips against her chin, trying to make her turn around.

She was not willing to use her hands, but she felt the world was turned upside down. She was bullied by Song Jiu, who was carrying a heat wave, and pressed her against the bed with both hands.

A section of the dragon’s tail wrapped in a halo was protruded from the quilt, dragged to the ground, and slowly explored along the root of the wall.

“I’m changing Lin.” Song Jiu gasped slightly, staring at Li Xi with a pair of peach blossoms.

The snake needs to shed its skin, and the dragon needs to change the lin. It is because she has used too much spells in the past few days, and her body has felt, and she wants to give her a new pair of armor.

Her eyes narrowed coldly and charmingly, showing some unrestrained wildness. She looked at Li Shi’s thin lips, rubbed the tip of her nose against her chin, and said softly, “My The body is very weak.”

The tail at the root of the wall fluttered and rubbed against the wooden pillar.

She said softly: “My reason is also very weak.”

Before he could say anything, Li Shiyi lifted his jaw slightly and kissed her neatly.

The dragon’s tail swung twice, and finally lay on the ground with a retreat, knocking the wooden board with a damp sound.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but only a pair of lovers, to go to the misunderstanding of his mother and dispute the gains and losses.

——I only know that I want you very much.

Song Nineteen’s kiss fell on the man’s jaw, rubbed the veins of the neck, and climbed up the raised hills, across the slightly thick cotton cloth, gently nibbling, she was still somewhat angry, feeling Li in the back and forth saw. Eleven changes. The hard top of her lips is Li Shiyi’s unkindness, but the soft support is Li Shiyi’s tenderness.

She needs to taste it repeatedly to contain all her love through the fabric in her mouth.

Before making the next move, Song Jiu stopped, staring at Li Shi’s eyes, and said softly, “I think…”

“Yes.” Li Shiyi’s answer was light.

“No.” Song Nineteen shook her head, bit her lower lip, as if she squeezed a petal, then let it go with a slight hook, she corrected: “Not all.”

“Yes.” Li Shiyi still said this sentence.

She paused, then said: “I will help you.”

She didn’t need Song Jiu to speak out, she understood that not only tonight, Song Jiu wanted to do something violent.

Song Jiu originally thought that Li Shiyi would argue with her again, and blamed her for her affection, but never wanted Li Shiyi to say-I will help you.

Her reconciliation gesture was full of sincerity, and she said these three words into a love sentence.

Song Jiu put his head on Li Shi’s neck, feeling baffled.

The author has something to say:

1. I made up the plague. 2. The Queen Mother of the West is in charge of human punishment and plague from the “Biography of the Emperor Mu”: “It looks like a human, with a leopard tail and tiger teeth, good screaming, shaggy hair and a qi. It is the power of the sky and the five disabled.”