Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

This is the first time Song Jiu listened to Li Shixi’s words of love.

Even if it’s not facing her.

It turned out that the words “Di Jiu Tianchang” came out of Li Shiyi’s mouth, and it sounded like a long kiss. Song Jiu felt that his unresolved love became a handful of tea. Li Shixi gently took it out, put it in the pot, washed it away with hot water, and scattered the limbs and bones with a delicate fragrance. Then he restrained and held it down She picked it up and came out of the small spout.

Loving someone is a secret that is easy to lift. Even if the heart is smashed for hundreds of thousands of times, when it is put on the surface, there is often only a little less important.

Unable to ask anyone to empathize with this, or even hope that no one empathizes with it, Song Jiu gave birth to an embarrassing possessiveness, aimed at Li Shiyi’s romance and tenderness.

She shouldn’t use the word romance to describe the person in front of her, but when Li Shiyi uttered that sentence in a slightly nasal language, she gave birth to the illusion that there were only two of them left behind.

She walked with her in the mountains, in the water, in the sun, and in the snowy roads. One foot is deep, the other is shallow, the deep is the companionship of the deep years, and the shallow is the love of mere taste.

Song Jiu secretly took a peek at Li Shiyi. If she said that she liked Li Shiyi the most, it was probably her eyelashes, which were thick and slender. They were not curled like the girl next to them. They always hung reservedly and indifferently, just right. She isolates her eyes from the inscrutable deep meaning, like a curtain of bead curtains, half-covered and half-concealed, and dreaming.

Her eyelashes will move when turning the book, she will move when she is thinking, she will not move when she is watching others, and she will occasionally move when she is watching Song 19th.

What is satisfying is just this “accident”.

Song Nineteen bit her lower lip, a piece of soft hair wrapped around her finger, not very long, she wrapped it twice and nestled it in the palm of her hand.

After a short while, he entered the mountain temple again. The little snake was waiting on the tiles in the early days. Seeing Song Jiu, he dropped to the ground as quickly as yesterday, stretching his body as if ironing his wrinkled clothes.

Returning the nose is the same as when borrowing it. It’s done as soon as you open your eyes and close your eyes. Song Jiu feels his nose dazedly, sucking in several breaths of air like a cold, but he can’t smell anything for a while. The taste comes.

As the saying goes, it is easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. It took a whole day to use a good nose, and then I picked it back and didn’t work well, and it was very uncomfortable.

Song Nineteen Urn wanted to say goodbye to the little snake, but saw that Li Shixi wanted to say something and looked at the little green snake for a long time.

Little Green Snake also noticed that it was unusual, and stared at her with his head.

Li Shiyi leaned over slightly, pressed his thin lips, then quickly let go, and said warmly: “I have a reason, I want to ask Master Yu for help.”

She thought about it, the rain master’s concubine is good at guarding snakes, and she has good ears and eyes, and asking her to inquire about the whereabouts of the beasts is better than her own headless flies.

Song Jiu asked her a side face, “What’s the matter?”

She didn’t know, she was not very happy.

Li Shiyi glanced at her, then turned to him, “Master Yu, do you know the whereabouts of the snake?”

Little Green Snake was taken aback for a while, then looked up at Li Shiyi, and said seriously: “To be honest, I’m not very willing to talk to you.”

This made Heng a new face, but he didn’t recognize it for a while. He went back to the temple to report to Master Yu that day. After a lot of criticism, he knew it was such a person. It didn’t understand how the Nine Great Masters were involved in this scourge, and the young girl threw peach eyes and waved to her like a spring. If it weren’t for the snake’s inability to produce chicken skins, I’m afraid it could tremble immediately. Fall to the ground.

It’s just for adults’ reasons, its little snake is not easy to snoop, and it’s nothing more than to slander it secretly, and it is very polite and courteous even to dislike Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi was stunned when she heard this. She rarely asked people to ask, and she had never been so unkindly rejected. She suddenly forgot to get up, widened her eyes slightly, and bit her teeth gently. The inner wall of the mouth.

Song Jiujie felt Li Shiyi’s embarrassment, and he couldn’t care about asking what the snake was. He just squatted down and lightly touched the green snake’s head, pretending to be “Qing Qing.”

The Ninth Great Man was angry, it was amazing. The little snake pulled his body and stood upright. He didn’t dare to get out of the ground and responded. After he finished, he realized that something was wrong and swam around his neck cautiously. Ask her: “Who is Qingqing?”

“You.” Song nineteen said.

The little white fox is called Abai, and the little green snake should be called Qingqing.

“Oh.” Little Snake nodded and gave it up.

Seeing that it was well-behaved, Song Nineteen was more satisfied. He retracted his hand and put it on his knees, and then asked carefully: “The whereabouts of the snake, can you tell me and listen to it?”

“Yes.” The little snake is very principled. “The snake is not ashamed, not a serious snake. He loves to drill in the fireworks and willow alleys. He appeared in the secret door of Zhangjiakou a month ago. ‘Xian Le Si’ also moved.”

Song Nineteen blushed at hearing, unconsciously raised his hand to the side of his face and slapped it lightly, fearing that the little snake would see that she hadn’t seen her, so the old **** nodded his head and said, “Well”, and he passed his ears.

With a wave of her hand, Xiao Snake stepped back, stood up and looked up at Li Xi.

She wanted to take credit to Li Shiyi, but was afraid that Li Shiyi, who had hit the wall, didn’t like her appearance, so she stretched out her hand to pull at her cuff, and whispered, “Let’s go.”

Li Shiyi smiled, and the corners of her pretty mouth looked through her thoughts, and walked back with a sound of “Yeah”.

Song Jiu slapped the wind twice again, only to feel that it was burning badly. What kind of secret door Xian Lesi was not as sultry as the corner of Li Shi’s mouth.

Li Shiyi and Song Shiji went out, Tu Laoyao again became a man of twenty-four filial piety, Ayin had nothing to do, originally going to go back to the alley, walked halfway to the heel but kicked, and lightly touched the ground. Knocked his toes and went to the house of Arrow.

She lowered her head and wrapped her coat and walked slowly, her pointed high heels ran step by step in the small puddle, and she reached out her hand for a long while and brushed her hair, and she was in a rare trance. Because of that reason, she entered the secret door, softened her waist and lightened her bones. Now she has Aro as her medicine, and she has a way out in the days when she can’t see her fingers, and she is a little uncomfortable.

It is like saying that she has developed the ability to walk at night in the secret tunnels, and she is very satisfied with herself. She thinks that she can live comfortably by staying in it for the rest of her life. Suddenly someone carried her under the sun. Nocturnal ability was no longer an ability. The shortcomings hidden in the darkness really became shortcomings, which made her want to reach out and touch her messy hair. His face, with the chaotic eyeballs.

Hypocritical. She laughed at herself with a “pouch”.

Thinking like this, she didn’t show any flaws on her face, and she struck a fist with five coins, and then drank two pots of wine with Arrow.

Arrow was thin and thin, but he had a good drinking capacity, and he had gone too far, and sat with her next to the courtyard to blow the air. The two set aside the tables, chairs and benches, only lifted their skirts and sat on the stone ladder. A Yin lay back with his arms backhanded, shaking his long legs and counting the roosters strolling in the yard.

The aroma of the wine is brewed by Yugu Bingji, and it is the daughter of the most serious. Different girls make different brews. Ah Yin has a sweet and greasy rouge smell, and A Luo has a weak bamboo fragrance.

She is a little greedy for the smell of bamboo.

“You are a master of Yama, what do you do to raise chickens?” Ayin shook his silk fan.

Arrow’s sitting posture was very different from her. He straightened his back and spread his legs, put his forearms on his knees, and slowly drew a half circle of his chin with the alcohol.

She looked at the clattering chicken, smiling weakly, “I think they are very energetic.”

“Spirit?” Ayin frowned.

Arrow nodded: “I’ve been weak since I was a child, and I’ve been slow to act, so I can’t get a lot of energy.”

She stretched out her index finger, nodded in the air, and her voice was very gentle: “Look at them, all with their heads up and chest tall. Whether they walk or jump, whether they are happy or unhappy, the cockscomb is always leaning upwards. The appearance of not accepting defeat.”

This insight is a bit fresh, and Ah Yin squinted and smiled.

Arrow lowered his chin, pursing the corners of his lips and thinking: “I’m always thinking, what is it that can keep things with eternal enthusiasm?”

Ah Yin looked up at the sky without answering her. Arrow sighed inexplicably: “The days in Taishan Mansion…too long.”

She said that in the mist, but Ah Yin understood that the life in Taishan Mansion was not long, it was loneliness.

Alone is underworldly life, without father and mother, without brothers and sisters. He has walked tens of thousands of times on Huangquan Road, and the reincarnation has been sentenced tens of thousands of times. You have to follow the rules and live boringly.

Ah Yin half-closed his eyes, before speaking, he saw A Luo turning his face thoughtfully to look at her, and said softly: “You…”

A Yin raised her eyebrows to look at her.

She said: “Also very energetic.”

Whether you are in a quagmire or a charcoal fire, your life is always prosperous and arrogant.

“Hi…” Ayin turned over and sat up, his eyebrows erected, “Do you compare me to a chicken?”

A Luo looked at her with a tilted face, and Ah Yin made a gesture of twisting her hand in the air, then retracted it with a sneer, pressing the empty hip flask on the ground, and spinning around with three fingers one by one.

Arrow watched her fiddle with the hip flask, and reached out to stop the whirling hip flask.

Ayin raised his eyes to look at her, and saw A Luo’s right hand rubbing his lower lip intentionally or unintentionally, and he looked at her and said, “Do you want to?”

Ayin gently lifted the hip flask again, and looked at her calmly: “Yes.”

A Luo smiled softly, stood up, took A Yin’s wrist, pulled her up with a slight force, and pulled her into the room.

Ah Yin is sometimes a clever girl, and sometimes a stupid girl, like saying that she dullly ignores Ah Luo’s overtones. If the youngest Tu was present, he tried his best to use his brain, fearing that he would be able to concatenate the two sentences “Aro likes chickens because of their spirit” and “Ayin is also spiritual”, but Ayin didn’t.

She was pulled by Arora, her heart beat and pause. The jump is light and timid, and the pause is timid.

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