Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 43

Song Nineteen got the guidance and worked diligently to practice martial arts, but she had no foundation and no rules. It was really embarrassing to only rely on her concentration and hold her breath. After three or two days of practice, there was no gain.

So she went to Yang Ayin, saying that she had given a “beautiful as a flower” spell in the past. It really worked. She thought about the spells beside her, and most of them had to recite the spell. Give one.

Ayin knocked the melon seeds once and spat a shell in the silk. She accidentally touched a grain on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and took it down, thinking carefully.

To be fierce, concise, and effective.

“Then…”

She put the melon seed skin in her hand into the silk: “Go to death.”

Youngest Tu snorted twice, smiling more happily than pigs.

Song Jiu swallowed and decided to water the flowers in peace.

At dusk, she had eaten. As usual, she went to the door of the house and waited for Li Shiyi. For the convenience of practicing, she only wore a white-washed blue gown, draped her long hair, leaning against the door, and waited for a while. The bride of the man.

Tu Laoyao passed by, “Ah,” she moved a stool to her legs, turned to the yard, and muttered: “It’s more than half an hour when I stand up. I don’t know if my legs are sore, stupid.”

Song Nineteen smiled and took his seat. After a while, she stood up again, still looking at the entrance of the street next to the wooden door. It was clearly a narrow alley, and she could see her head at a glance, but she always felt that she was standing tall. Some, and the field of vision should be wider. If Li Shixi turns the corner of the street and catches an extra inch of the striker’s shadow, she will be more satisfied.

She slammed the door frame with her finger for seven or eighty times, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the alley with a quiet crimson color. She finally waited for Li Xi.

Li 11 is tall, with thin shoulders, and ordinary clothes and pants can be worn very nicely. She walked from the shadows, still with one hand in the pocket, one hand carrying a small baggage, and the rot hides her face. , I didn’t wear the hat, half of his hair was pulled back behind his ears, and the other half swept across the white cheeks.

She habitually lowered her head and pursed her lips, raised her eyes boredly, and put the figure of Song Jiu into her eyes.

Song Nineteen raised his hand and dialed the scattered bangs, kicked lightly on the threshold with his toes, leaned out, and hooked back. It took a while before he smiled at her.

Missing this emotion was caught off guard, and it appeared in a hurry when her footsteps sounded, and she couldn’t sort it out until she walked in front of her.

She thought about it, and since she landed, she hasn’t been separated from Li Shiyi for a few days. Three or two days are too short. It is too short to even say a long absence, but it is very long, so that the person on the other side has an unfamiliar atmosphere. , Making her cramped and nervous, picking up many expressions, and unable to find the one that is not far or near.

Song Nineteen bends the corners of his mouth, sweetly: “I’m back.”

The greetings are probably obvious nonsense, but there are always people who are always happy.

Li Shiyi stepped up the stairs: “Yeah.”

She stood still in front of Song Jiu, brought a familiar fragrance, and asked her, “What are you doing?”

When she spoke, she pulled her hand out of her pocket and hooked her hair.

Song Nineteen realized that her hair was a lot longer. When she first saw her, it was short hair just past her chin, and now she has reached the bottom of her collarbone.

Song Jiu bent over and lifted the stool: “Wait for you.”

Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows: “How do you know when I will be back?”

Song Nineteen said: “When the sun goes down, the Lord is the most tender, and most of them can wait for someone.”

“Who said that?”

“My mother.”

Nonsense. Li Shiyi snorted and smiled, holding the corner of his mouth and breaking the ice, looking at her knowingly with his clear eyes, and then bowed his head and walked in.

“Looking for a snake?”

“No.”

“Is there anything rare in the secret door?”

“No.”

Song Jiu was holding the bench and followed behind him. After he had thrown away his high-sounding concern, he asked her: “I miss you a little bit, do you think I don’t?”

Li Shiyi released his pursed lips and blinked, “No.”

Song Nineteen was taken aback, thinking for a while, and he wanted to take out the last sentence: “Have you gone to the secret door?”

Li Shiyi paused: “No.”

Song Jiu withdrew his gaze meaningfully and squinted happily. He just said that there is nothing rare in the secret door, and he said he didn’t go. Li Shixi’s obvious lie is called Yu Di.

The girl who was careful enough to infer that the previous “no” was not so down-to-earth, and it was enough for Li Shixi to remain unhappy and innocent.

Song Nineteen happened to be the attentive girl.

Back to the yard, I made up for another half of the night with everyone. Tu Laoyao did not ask before and after Li Shiyi had greeted him earlier. Ayin had always known Li Shiyi again, and he didn’t say much about things she didn’t want to confess. Be quiet, and go back to the house to rest after clearing up the dishes and chopsticks.

When there were only two parents-in-law in the east courtyard, Sister-in-law Tu asked while wiping the table: “How old is Miss Li?”

“What?” Tu’s youngest member blinked his mung bean eyes. He used to call her Eleventh Sister for the sake of respect, and he didn’t know whether she was young or old.

Sister-in-law Tu smiled, straightened up her sore waist, clenched her fist and slammed it hard: “Ms. Li has such a big house at a young age, and she is kind and polite.”

Small citizens who live their lives are accustomed to going straight to each other, and sometimes they swallow half of the words like this, let alone the idiom with four words added at the end. Youngest Tuo intuitively felt that there was a doorway here, so he sat down with his sister-in-law, and asked her, “What do you mean?”

Sister-in-law Tu took a sip of water and asked him: “My third cousin, do you remember?”

Lao Tu thought, and raised his legs: “Can you remember? When I first got married, I went to the door, but I used my nose and eyes to look at people. I said yin and yang, dare to love, the stone steps at the door were afraid to take it. Yulei.”

The poor always have three wealthy relatives, and there is only one third cousin in the Tu sister-in-law’s clan. Tu’s youngest, who is idle, doesn’t look at her, but by coincidence, Tu’s youngest doesn’t look at her too much.

Sister-in-law Tu scoffed at him, and said to him: “Her kid is very promising. He returned from studying abroad in Japan. He is in his twenties and he is not married.”

The words left half a sentence, leaving it to Tu Lao Yao, Tu Lao Ya Huazi babbled, and frowned with a “hiss”.

“How can it?” For a moment, he smiled vaguely.

The mother-in-law didn’t know this much, but he could not understand it better. If Li Shixi were to get a red thread with others, Song Shiji was afraid that he would bite off a piece of his flesh.

Seeing his reaction, Sister-in-law Tu knew there was something hidden in her heart, so she only said with a smile, “You treat me like nothing,” and she walked into the room with her waist.

After another month or two, I didn’t mention anything on that day. The summer heat wave was as punctual as the blooming flowers, and the floor was roasted and twisted. Sister-in-law Tu’s belly seemed to burst like a watermelon, falling down. She took a step and took a pant, and she couldn’t work much anymore. The melons and fruits in the first season in the yard are as full as her belly, moist and attractive.

Li Shiyi’s yard was also like Song Shiji’s thought, with lively summer flowers blooming, surrounded by green leaves of different shades, and a group of refreshing fragrant clouds that moved with the wind. It was supposed to be beautiful branches and leaves, and a fairyland on earth, but Li Shiyi was quite annoyed. She was sitting in the yard to enjoy the coolness with a book in her hand, and from time to time she was distracted to chase off the lingering mosquitoes and flies.

Song nineteen watered the flowers and looked at her with a guilty conscience. Seeing that her brows were wrinkled again, he shook the water scoop, walked behind her, and took the gourd scoop to drive her away the buzzing flying insects.

Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows that looked like a pole, looked at her for a long while, turned his face and turned a page of the book, and muttered “Autumn Night” with a blank expression on his face.

“Qing Luo Xiaofan flutters with the firefly.”

“What?” Song Jiu looked at her puzzled.

Yellow wooden scoop to drive mosquitoes and flies. Li Shiyi smiled softly.