Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 42

The pattering sound of water resembles an instrument that is not played well. The hands made of grease are taken out from the fog, the twisted towel is loosened on the fingertips, and it is inserted into the quilt and wipes Song from top to bottom. Nineteen’s back.

Her back is smooth and delicate, with attractive curvy gullies, and the butterfly bones are slightly raised, but not too obtrusive, like dove feathers with winged wings.

Ayin looked at her erythema on the back of her neck, which was smaller than a grain of rice. The bright moonlight made it a little bigger, and her trance stare turned it into the size of a fingernail.

It resides in the flawless texture of the girl, like an indecent intruder, and after Li Shiyi’s outline, it resembles an uncultivated seducer.

The girl in Fengyue Place, the jealous heart and the shame heart were peeled off early, so they can calmly and uselessly laugh at Li Shixi and Song Shixi, but she looked at the red spot today, and suddenly gave birth to long-lost envy. , That envy is very clean, she is a little unworthy of it.

Ah Yin stroked the birthmark on his butterfly bone with his backhand. It was small and delicate, like a piece of rouge that was accidentally clicked on. Many people have seen this birthmark, Beng Ke has seen it, Arrow has seen it, but Li Shiyi has never seen it.

There was a faint cold behind him, and Song Jiu was shocked when he saw Ayin, turned his head, and whispered to her: “Ayin.”

She omitted the word “elder sister”, as Li Shiyi used to call her.

Ayin awakened, took back his hand and changed the water again, still covering the hot towel, wiping her sweat stains carefully.

There was nothing in the room, and even the sound of the wind was quiet. After a half of a cup of tea, I suddenly heard Ayin say: “You are squeezing her, aren’t you?”

Song Nineteen frowned and looked at her with an unidentified face.

Ayin shook his head and smiled in denial.

Suddenly, in the quiet atmosphere, she understood something that she had never thought of.

She finally understood that liking to be together is a completely different thing. Like is nothing but a blessing to the soul, but being together is the same as fighting a war.

She and Li Shiben had 10,000 chances to take advantage of the situation, but she always sailed against the current, using duplicity to cover her sincerity tightly and tightly. This is not because of the snake, it is because of her.

Love is not wine. The longer you hide it, the more intoxicating you will become. You have to let that person use it as white rice and white noodles, chew it every day, and watch it every day.

When Song Nineteen was asleep, Ah Yin walked out and was tired of putting up a bracelet on one of his hands. When he looked up, he saw Li Shixi sitting on a stone table in the corner of the yard, sipping with one hand and fiddle with an empty jug with the other. , The heavy porcelain was crushed on the rough stone slab, she sat in the irregular sound and looked up at the moon.

Her **** pressed against the fattest belly in the center of the hip flask, and when she twisted her thumb slightly, the hip flask was turned in her hand, and it was an object that she could play with.

Ayin remembered the situation of drinking in the daytime, and suddenly remembered that his small gesture of turning the hip flask was learned from Li Shiyi, but Li Shiyi was more lazy and more comfortable.

She looked at Li Shiyi’s profile, stopped and couldn’t walk over, her voice in her heart confessed unwillingly that even if she was upside down with Aro, she was so happy that she didn’t know what tonight, she still longed for Li Shizhen to fall on her. A thin hug.

Fortunately, she only allowed her unbridled mind to stay on the stone steps here and now.

She raised her leg and stepped down a ladder. The heel of her shoe touched the stone slab. Li Shiyi looked up and Ayin walked over: “You haven’t rested yet?”

“Yeah.” Li Shiyi stopped the flask with a sinking wrist.

Ayin took out the foreign cigarette and was about to smoke a cigarette. Li Shiyi said, “Don’t smoke it today.”

Ayin was taken aback. Li Shiyi hadn’t taken care of her for a long time, so he smiled and asked, “What?”

Li Shiyi frowned, and tapped the flask: “You have drunk a lot of wine.”

The smell of her wine has not disappeared for several hours, as if sewn into her clothes.

Ayin put the cigarette back with her ring finger, playing with the cigarette box in her hand, thought for a while, and asked her: “I just heard the nineteenth saying, let’s look for the 狌狌.”

Li Shiyi nodded, and saw Ah Yin rubbing his neck lazily: “When will you leave?”

“Spend some time.” Li Shixi thought.

She remembered Song Jiu saying that she was going to wait for Xiaotu’s youngest child to land, her eyes softened a little bit as if there was no ground. In addition, she also had other calculations. Ayin hadn’t returned to the alley for a long time. She was a little bit suspicious. She didn’t know if Teng Snake’s toxicity had been weakened by several percent over the years.

Ayin squinted at her and put the cigarette case down: “Then what are you doing this time? Are you out of the stall?”

“No.” Li Shiyi shook his head, glanced around, remembering the seeds that Song Jiu had sown earlier, and hooked his mouth: “Plant flowers.”

Ayin’s eyes shook up and down like a small fan, and finally she didn’t say anything.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Shijiu, who had good arms and legs, was full of energy. He used to fetch water and cook for Li Shixi early in the morning. He knocked on the door but no one was seen. He went to the east courtyard and listened to Tu Lao squatting and brushing his teeth. Yao said, Li Shixi went to Zhangjiakou.

Zhangjiakou? Song Nineteen was startled, thinking of yesterday’s green words, and suddenly half of it halted.

She leaned against the courtyard gate with her cheeks bulging, and did not speak for a while. Li Shiyi not only didn’t take her, he didn’t even tell her, but most of it was going to the secret door in Qingqing’s mouth. The imagination of fangs and claws scratched in her mind, every trace was filled with sour claws. mark.

The little girl who was in love with her at first tasted the candied fruit, and finally started to bite on the sour fruit, which made her ribs hurt terribly.

She took two breaths, barely controlled it, squatted down next to Tu’s youngest member, picked up a branch and drew a circle on the ground, stopped talking a few times, and asked him, “Is she annoying me?”

Li Shiyi was so angry yesterday, when Song Shiji was still a little bit happy, but now she has tasted the evil results, regretting that her intestines are all blue.

“What are you doing?” Youngest Tu didn’t understand, “What did you do?”

“I…” Song Shijiu was speechless, and she couldn’t say that she didn’t let Li Shiyi wipe his body. She pursed the corner of her mouth, and asked him, “Then what is she doing without me?”

“Hey,” the youngest Tu’s cloth shoes were crushed on the ground, “may I know? Didn’t I bring them either?”

“Then, where’s Ayin?”

Tu Laoyao pointed towards the gate of the courtyard, and Ah Yin came for a walk leisurely.

Song Nineteen was more comfortable and worried. She got used to following Li Shiyi, and she didn’t know if she could stand it alone.

Thinking of this, she blinked her eyes again, feeling that her thoughts were ridiculous. It was clear that Li Shiyi had always been protecting her, and she was just a small burden.

She greeted Ah Yin, then poked her head towards the youngest Tuo, and whispered, “Lao Tu, I want to learn kung fu.”

Ayin picked up the teapot on the stone table and filled himself with a cup unceremoniously.

Tu Laoyao spit out a sip of water, followed by a grunt, and shook her cheeks a few times, and vomited cleanly. Regardless of the foam in her mouth, she asked her, “What are you doing with this?”

“If I want her to take me from time to time, naturally, she has some skills.” Song Jiu paused, “I can’t look like you.”

“Hey?” Tu’s youngest boy barked his teeth.

Instead, Ah Yin came over with the tea, handed Song Jiu a cup, and said with a smile: “It’s good to learn skills. It’s always better to be able to take care of yourself in the future.”

Song Nineteen nodded.

“Then what do you study?” Tu’s youngest one wiped the corners of his mouth, very worried, “Wudang Mountain? Shaolin Temple? Eighteen Arhats?”

After he said, Song Nineteen’s face was an inch pale, and he touched his thin wrist, and did not make a sound for a long while.

Ayin sat next to her, stroked her long hair softly on her back, tilted her head for a moment and twisted the end of her hair: “As the saying goes: Everyone has their own fate, my master teaches That’s what I said at the time. When you are good at fighting, just work on the time.”

“But my spell, it seems that I can only escape for my life,” Song Jiu threw the branch in his hand and tightened his teeth. “I want something fierce.”

Tu Laoyao took a look at her pretty spiritual eyes, and shrank her neck in silence.

“Fierce?” Ayin wrinkled her brows very tightly, then suddenly loosened them, her eyes sharpened suddenly.

“Do you remember Xia Ji?” Ayin asked her.

Naturally, Song Jiu welcomed his face.

“She once said that the Ninth Great Master–mostly you, stopped the hour on her body, and then recovered the hour, causing her to change from the twenty-eighth year of the year into a chicken skin. If you think about it, there is such a thing. no?”

“Yes.” Song 19 nodded.

Ayin stretched out his index finger and raised it up: “That’s it. Think about it, you can apply time to a person. If you take away all the years that a person has survived, he will not be old, old, and on the spot. Dead?”

A trembling flower appeared in Song Nineteen’s head, which was withered by the wind, and shrank into a ball wrinkly.

“Really?” She asked Ah Yin carefully.

“Yes.”

In the beginning, the casual nonsense caused the growth of Song Jiu to slow down, and now he is so serious, the grandfather of the Blue Sky Bodhisattva, he has to save face no matter what.

Ayin patted her on the shoulder, awe-inspiring.

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“Sun Tzu’s Art of War · Shi Chapter”: “A good warrior, seeks for the situation, and does not blame others.”