Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 45

Li Shiyi was explaining to her.

It took Song XIX twenty seconds to digest the eight characters.

She had no toys since she was a child. The only one she loved was Li Shiyi. Li Shishi was her puppets, chicks, bamboo horses, and green plums. They were all her faltering memories and all her dreams of kissing the mountains and rivers. She almost thought that she was about to lose her.

There is no emotion in the world that is more beautiful than lost and regained, let alone Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi was not angry, nor irritated, only calmed her with a tone of spring breeze and snow.

She didn’t have a blind date, she didn’t want to have a baby with someone else, and she cared about her.

That’s why she repeated her ignorance seriously and tirelessly.

Song Nineteen lowered her head in her eyes, bit a little bit of the corner of her mouth, her heart was rubbed so hard that she couldn’t stand the gentleness, which made her turn upside down and lose control of her emotions.

She nodded slightly, twitched her nose twice, and suddenly raised her head to look at Li Shiyi with red eyes: “Why do you want to cry?”

The sudden soreness of the nasal cavity made her confused.

Li Shiyi looked at her wet eyelashes and beautiful lips with the same curvature. The lines of the lips were very light, and they were condensed like flower juice. They were constrained by the clear lip line, only allowing the spring light to be arrogant within close proximity. I’m afraid that a bee butterfly wants to kiss it regardless.

The one who was out of the ordinary was the rouge smeared on Song Jiu’s mouth.

Li Shiyi’s fingers in his pocket moved. He originally wanted to reach out and wipe her as usual, but he hesitated for a moment when he pulled out his hand. He only looked at her with drooping eyes and raised his hand at the corner of his mouth. A light touch.

An obvious reminder.

Song Jiu was stunned, then hurriedly raised his hand and wiped his mouth out of nowhere.

Li Shiyi’s hand dropped again, and his backhand was placed on the wall, his ring finger tapped regularly, and the heart rate of the deserter in his chest was rearranged.

Song Nineteen couldn’t adapt to high heels. He stood a little reluctantly. He pulled off his heels and drew back lazily.

The slender calves, bare jade feet, and relaxed instep heels like a goblet, resemble a spring breeze and rain in a timely manner, ripening the budding flower bones.

Li Shiyi felt for the first time that Song Shiji in front of him was an adult.

She tightened her lips, turned the matchbox in her hand around again, touched the rough tanned skin, and stopped.

Song Jiu cleared up her mood, and later realized she felt guilty for her presumptuousness, thinking that the two had come in for a long time, fearing it would be impolite, so she thought about it and said, “That person… is still outside.” “

“Don’t care about him.” Li Shiyi raised his head and leaned the back of his head lightly on the wall.

Her voice was low and soft, and her graceful neck was trembling when she spoke. Song Jiu loved her the most casual and disdainful appearance, as if Li Shiyi had drawn a circle of herself with her in an attitude that was not worth mentioning to others.

Song Jiu pursed his lips in joy, Li Shiyi glanced at her, and also curled his lips. The stalls set up by the youngest tutor, tidy up by himself.

“Then let’s…” Song Jiu let go, as if he had some secret.

Li Shi kept getting up and opened the door: “Go through the back door.”

Song Nineteen put on the shoes, followed her out, thinking about the youngest Tu Yao and Ayin waiting at the front entrance, and decided not to tell Li Shiyi. It’s time to play tricks on the little girl.

The two walked all the way back, from the shadow of a sycamore tree to another. They walked slowly and quietly, except that Song Shiji was greedy by a thing called ice cream, Li Shiyihui. Money bought one, and the rest of the time hardly said anything.

But Song Jiu stroked his curvy hair and looked at Li Shiyi’s leather shoes, always feeling like a date by mistake.

After shopping for more than half an hour, the two of them returned to the house. The door of the house was open, and the rented foreign car was parked at the door. Song Jiuxing ran away in sporadic guilt. It turned out that Tu and Ayin did not wait for her.

She raised her leg into the house, said hello to Chen’s mother, and went straight to the east courtyard.

In the east courtyard, the youngest member Tu and Ayin were playing cards, yelling and shouting all over the place, and did not hear any movement of the two entering the house. When he came to the front, Ah Yin raised his head, taking care of Li Shiyi’s cool air, looked away, and raised his hand to cover his lips with the back of his hand.

The youngest Tu squatted on the stone bench with his back to the visitor, urging her: “You are a maiden to go out-waiting for death to carry the sedan chair!”

“I’m afraid it was not the one who carried the sedan chair.” Ayin still put his hand to his lips, his eyes fell on the card, don’t smile deeply.

As soon as the voice fell, a crisp sentence followed: “Youngest Tu!”

The hair on the back of the youngest Tu ran faster than the rabbit, standing in a row like soldiers.

He turned his head back with his neck, and saw Li Yixi standing expressionless, and Song Jiu angry with the same face.

He slipped on his feet and almost knelt down on the stool. He finally flattened himself, licking his face and smiling and asked her: “You got it?”

Song Nine-three ran over in two steps, snorted, pointed at him and said, “Don’t move!”

Not daring to move, Tu’s youngest one stood taller than a cock.

Song Jiu was amused, holding a half circle with his hand behind his back, staring at him with a straightened chin, twisting his five fingers gently.

Forty, fifty, sixty… She smiled and turned around Tu Laoyao, seeing his drooping old and childlike appearance, the evil spirit hooked out from her fingertips, and she sank into her eyes with a good smile.

Ayin was stunned, and covered her lips to look at Li Shiji, only to see her standing not far away looking at the mischievous Song Shiji. There was not much obvious connivance in her lazy bright eyes.

Tu Yaoyao panicked in a panic, raised his hand and looked at it over and over. It was too much to look at, and he couldn’t squat. He hissed and fell back, his vest resting on the stone table.

“You, you…” The old-fashioned rotten voice was accompanied by a cough of qi deficiency, and the youngest Tu Yao couldn’t even straighten his fingers.

Song Jiu turned his head and smiled with Li Shiyi, and was about to close his hands, but saw a muffled noise at the threshold, screams of horror stuck in his throat, and groans ran wildly. Song Jiu hurriedly looked over and saw that his sister-in-law Tu had a pale face, looking at the familiar old man in the yard, holding his belly and falling down by the door.

Everyone panicked and caught up in a few steps. Song Jiu got into a catastrophe and hurriedly retracted the spell, ran over and hugged sister-in-law Tu.

Sister-in-law Tu’s eyes were about to stare out, and she looked at the youngest Tu’s youngest girl with red blood streaks. On her face, the big sweat particles rolled down one by one, until her neck was dripping down like water. She couldn’t speak. Grasping the youngest Tu’s hand tightly, the veins show a hideous face.

“You, you, me, and me” for a while, her lips trembled and she couldn’t say anything, her throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, she managed to get through the air, her belly seemed to be run over by an ox cart, and it hurt so much that she couldn’t take care of it. Yes, his legs curled and groaned.

Song Jiu was very regretful, and his tears fell with a brush, his hands shaking so badly that he was almost limp to the ground. Li Shiyi moved her body calmly, letting her lean on her shoulders, and was calling Chen’s mother to invite the doctor, but Ayin was looking at Sister Tu’s legs and said hurriedly: “The amniotic fluid is broken. , Please midwife!”

The night **** poured terrible black ink, and his stern shout lifted the roof, shaking the dust on the rubble, hot water mixed with blood, pots of water came in and out, and the experienced midwife was inside. Rhythmically cheering, Ah Yin stood by the door, counting the scissors and towels methodically, and the youngest Tu held his sister-in-law Tu’s hand in the room, his face flushed flush with her.

Two full hours have passed since Xiao Tu’s youngest child has not yet landed. Sister-in-law Tu has no energy, and her moaning gradually lowers, but her gasping and exhalation sounds louder. Across the dim screen, it seems like a beating on her eardrums. Rolling thunder.

Song Nineteen sat down dejectedly, holding on to the armrests on both sides of the Grand Master’s chair, his face pale with worry, Li Shiyi sat beside her, replaced the cold tea on the table, and filled her with a new one.

Ayin’s pacing back and forth stopped, holding his hands to maintain a leaning forward posture, and the deep house compound instantly fell into a deadly silence. Li Shiyi lifted his wrist and took a sip of tea.

Song Nineteen let go of his right hand holding on to the armrest, and the noise came violently. With a move at the corner of Ayin’s robe, he took two steps forward, frowning his brows deepened again.

Li Shiyi put down the tea cup, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and pushed the cover of his pocket watch away with his other hand.

It was clear that only two hours had passed, but she seemed to have spent the whole night, just because Song Jiu on the side was too nervous, squeezed her hand, the time paused for a while, let it go, and returned to normal.

Others are totally unknown, but Li Shiyi is out of control, living with the double suffering of Song Shiji.

She sighed silently.

The sky turned white, the sun followed with the cry of the baby, and the midwife came out of her with sweat, saying that she had given birth to a big fat boy. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and hung their smiles with their wooden faces. Tu’s youngest boy rolled his eyes and fainted, and the tiger’s mouth was pinched blue and purple. After a night of torture, Tu’s sister-in-law came back like a wick when she saw Xiao Tu’s youngest. Pity is love again, and I am very reluctant to let go.

Li Shiyi handed a towel up, Ayin took it, and wiped her sweat for his sister-in-law Tu. Song Shiji took a look at the baby, and carefully stretched out his hand to scratch the baby’s chin.

“Have you thought about your name, what’s your name?” Ayin asked.

“Tu, Tu Sishun.” The youngest Tu Yao shook his leg struggling, and responded desperately with anger.

Song Jiu was startled, his heart warmed for a while. The youngest Tu Yao didn’t blame her at all, he was a little more guilty and comfortable just now, and Rongrong baked her left chest.

Li Shiyi said: “Go out, let Sister Tu take a rest.”

Song 19 nodded, and the three of them closed the door and walked out. Ayin yawned and leaned on his waist to bid farewell. Song Jiu took off the high heels he had been using for a day, and followed Li Shiyi back to the house with him in his hand. The bones and muscles were sore, it seemed to have been fighting all night, and there was also a faint black green right now. Her throat was a little dumb, and she suddenly said, “I was like this when I was young?”

“What?” Li Shiyi responded to her.

“Red, wrinkled, sparse hair, eyes swollen into peaches, muddy.” Not pretty, she swallowed the half sentence back.

Li Shiyi thought, and shook his head: “No.”

“White and tender, chubby, black and shiny hair, wide-open eyes, spineless.” Very beautiful.

The words and sentences were tightly closed, and the gears closed Song Jiu’s worries. Song Nineteen smiled, lowered his head and moved his steps, stacking his shadow with hers.