Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Have you ever gotten something you have been waiting for too long? It’s so long that you can’t remember how it started, let alone why it came at this moment. It doesn’t allow you to be happy or excited. It only makes you look flat and gentle, for fear that the subtle expressions will make it. I regret it and leave you without looking back.

Song Jiu looked at Li Shixi in such a flat and gentle manner. She could clearly sense the distinct joints of Li Shiyi when the ten fingers were held together, and the slight sweat from the palm of her palm.

For some reason, Li Shiyi’s always cold eyes were slightly red, which made her look weak.

It turned out that she remembered Song XIX’s joking question so clearly, I don’t know how many thoughts it took before it turned into a concealed love that lifted the weight and light.

Song Nineteen didn’t dare to think about this process carefully, just thinking about it would make her happy with sincerity.

Li Shiyi lifted his thin eyelids and looked at Song Shiji, who was biting his lower lip. She heard her heartbeat beating in a jumbled and feeble manner, like a rabbit with its ears caught, raising her limbs in a panic, struggling by accident.

She was actually very nervous. She is a person who knows how to hide awkwardly. If one thing is not done well enough, she will practice day and night. She has to be sure to take it out. She is very afraid that she will not be able to do anything about love, but Song Nineteen did not. Give her a chance to practice. She even began to feel that it was becoming more and more difficult for her to grasp the person in front of her.

She can only give herself to her sincerely and accept all evaluations of good or bad.

She saw Song Jiu loose her hand, her fingers crossed softly, the air rushed in for an instant, and then it was squeezed out again. Song Jiu was weaker, more shy, and more unwilling to re-embed his hand. Yan Shi, casually lowered her head, blushed and said, “Okay.”

Li Shiyi doesn’t seem to need her own answer, but Song Shiji just wants to say “OK”. This is her stubborn sense of ritual and the ending of the bedtime story she has written hundreds of times.

She has been in a low mood these few days, and she is very afraid that Li Shiyi likes others, and she is also very afraid that Li Shiyi will treat her as an ignorant burden. But when Li Shiyi said that he liked her, three words would be enough to break the ice. What could be more practical than Li Shiyi’s show of love? At least for Song Jiu, no more.

She saw Li Shiyi curl her lips and smiled, as if she had asked Li Shiyi for the first time what a smile was, the smile was transparent and sincere, and she was so happy to have a peek at it.

Li Shiyi stood up, Song Shiji took her hand unwilling to let go, but Li Shishi crossed her peach-like face and looked behind her head. There are thin golden and transparent lines, the length of the thumb, rising from the Song nineteen cervical vertebra like a swimming fish, twisting and floating upward, disappearing from the top of the head.

Seeing Li Shiyi, Song Jiu was stunned and raised his eyes to ask her, but he saw Li Shiyi lowered his head, gently patted the back of her head, and said, “Let’s rest first. Think about what you want to eat tomorrow. I’ll give you do.”

Song Jiu’s joy poked a small bubble in his heart, his smile finally put on his face, and he squeezed Li Shiyi’s fingertips, and then let her go reluctantly.

In the brightly lit restaurant on the first floor, there were people who were drowsy. Seeing Li Eleven who was slowly coming downstairs, Tu Yaoyao came to his spirits, and was about to speak, when Ah Yin stretched out his hand and stopped: “Don’t ask.”

She glanced at Li Shishi Hongxia’s unfading auricle, raised her eyebrows and exchanged glances with Arrow.

Li Shiyi glanced at her, sat on the right side of the long table, closed his lips and poured himself a glass of water.

“Eleven sisters.” Tu’s youngest boy gave a thumbs up.

Everyone looked at him and listened to him happily: “He is calm. I thought about the marriage with my wife and howling for a few nights, so that my sick and blind woman got out of bed and chased me three streets.”

Ah Yin was staggering with laughter, and Ah Luo on the side stretched out his hand to support her back, and smiled softly.

Li Xi said: “I am different from you.”

Youngest Tu was curious: “What’s different?”

Li Shiyi didn’t answer, but five coins made a serious voice: “She is unlikely to be rejected.”

Li Shiyi was cold and indifferent, and raised an eyebrow at Wuqian.

Five coins seemed to have received a few awards, but he bowed his head and took a sip of tea with some embarrassment.

Ayin held her chin and looked at Li Shixi with a smile. She still had a cold face unhappily at the moment, but she could see the residual tension from her unconscious movement of wiping her hands. She still didn’t. The habit of spreading out the joys is just to hide the little pleasure and agility when the youngest is ridiculed abnormally.

But her emotions are always very moving because of hiding.

After greeted a few words, I went to the main topic. Li Shiyi told Arrow about what he had just seen. Arrow pondered for a while and nodded: “I didn’t think it was wrong.”

Everyone was puzzled, and listened to her whisper: “It’s wasting.”

“‘Lighting a lamp in the stove at night is said to be wasted.’” Li Shiyi was stunned.

Arrow nodded: “This legend has been around for hundreds of years. It is recorded in “History of Tang Yi”. It is said that Emperor Xuanzong had dreamed of a little demon and stole the jade flute and sachet of Yang Fei and Yang. Consumption, Su Ri is good at stealing property, and-stealing the happiness of others without authorization.”

There is a saying in “History of Tang Yi”: “The imaginary person looks at the emptiness and steals the characters like a play; the consumption is the consumption of people’s joys and worries.”

The youngest Tu was dumbfounded, and said, “Weird! I saw that little man that day. It was this. So, Xiao Ajiu’s happiness was actually stolen by this scourge!”

Everyone was silent and listened to Ah Yin’s question: “The dotted line that I saw just now?”

“It should be because of the will, a little joy of returning.” Arrow paused, “It won’t last for a long time.”

Li Shiyi didn’t say a word, thinking of Song Jiu who had only had a sick look, but his eyes were gleaming, his heart twitched.

Youngest Tu sighed, “Grandson Turtle. How to treat her?”

Arrow brought her long hair together, and touched his head with five fingers: “This kid, I don’t take it seriously. I will return to Taishan Mansion for five dollars tomorrow, please…”

“I have a way, or maybe I can try it.” Li Shiyi interrupted her by raising his head. The origin of Song Nineteen is not clear, and she doesn’t want to owe the favor to Taishan Mansion for her.

Ah Yin met her gaze, giving birth to an unfavorable premonition.

When I returned to the house, it was already very late. Now that Fuxia is beginning to fall, I don’t even care about the night when the cicadas hum. Li Shixi took a bath in the quiet evening breeze, and was about to turn off the lights to rest, but listened. The door was knocked lightly, and she got up to open the door and saw that it was Song Jiu.

She is wearing a nightgown similar to her own, with long curly hair that outlines her thin shoulders, looking at her with her back hand.

“What’s the matter?” Li Shiyi asked softly.

Song Jiu put his left foot apart, a little bit, and then pulled it back together, looking up at Li Shiyi: “We are together, we can sleep together, can’t we?”

Li Shiyi blinked slowly. His expression was not clear because he was carrying the light on his back. He seemed to be moisturizing the corners of his mouth, before he said, “Yes.”

Song Nineteen listened carefully, and there was a gentle smile in her “yes”, which was not reluctant.

So she buried her head and handed her hand, followed her to cover the door and fell asleep on the bed.

The Western-style bed is very big. Li Shiyi sleeps on one side and Song Shijiu sleeps on the other side. The middle is spacious enough to fit Ayin and Aro. Song Shiji is lying on his side, reaching out to pull the wood on the edge of the bed, rustling. The rustling sound was the girl’s obvious depression, and her mood sank again, her back was lonely, like an abandoned little beast.

Li Shiyi tilted his head to look at her, watching her undulating curve with shallow breathing, the same hair that was as distracting as a pity, looked for a while, and said to her: “Come here.”

Song Jiu’s shoulders stiffened, and then slowly lay down, looking at her with his eyes open.

Li Shiyi lay on her side, stretched out his hand to squeeze her chin, and held her right cheek again, stroking it gently twice, without speaking.

The silent movement can expand the pity, Song Jiu smelled the scent of her fingertips, her heart was gently wiped by the hot towel, she couldn’t help but glance at Li Shiyi, and then rolled into her arms.

Li Shiyi embraced her, Song Shiji leaned his head against Li Shiyi’s chest, with one hand resting loosely under the shoulder of the person in front of him, and one hand on her waist, cute and attractive.

“That’s right.” Song Jiu sighed contentedly, and finally understood what was uncomfortable just now.

Li Shiyi smiled, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but listened to Song Shijiu and said softly: “These days, I am always thinking about one thing.”

“What?” Li Shiyi did not open his eyes, his voice softer than the moonlight.

Song Nineteen Nuonuo’s breath hit his neck: “What exactly was the demand you mentioned that day?”

For a long time, she didn’t get Li Shiyi’s answer. She was afraid that she would fall asleep and wanted to look up at her. However, she saw that Li Shiyi had slightly distanced herself from her, and her eyes were the same as hers, and then she lowered her eyes. A kiss fell on the earlobe.

Song Shiji was startled, but Li Shiyi did not stop, her lips touched her ears, and swam to her chin and neck, with 120,000 patience and lingering.

Some kisses are fire, and the intellect collapses, while others are water, which dangles and warms the lust.

Song Nineteen’s skin became tense and sensitive during her kiss. Li Shiyi rubbed the thin and dense chestnuts, then stopped, hugged her back in his arms, and asked her, “How does it feel?” “

“I want to.” Song Jiu’s voice was as thin as hum.

“What do you want?” Li Shiyi’s voice was slightly hoarse, and his hand slipped down when he spoke, and if it seemed to touch the bottom of the round hill.

Song Nineteen trembled slightly and said, “I want more.”

Li Shiyi put his hand on her hollow waistline and said, “More is demand.”

A red cloud covered Song Jiu’s face and his hands were wrapped around her neck. Li Shixi’s thumb was rubbing Song Jiu’s waist through his nightgown, and asked her, “Do you understand?”

“Understood.” Song Jiu understood what Li Shiyi wanted to do to her, and also understood what he wanted to give.

Li Shiyi pursed his lips and asked, “Can you?”

“Can.”

sure.

Li Shiyi smiled lightly, but did not make any other movements. Song Shiji put his head on her shoulder and whispered, “Now?”

“No.” Li Shiyi put the quilt on and stroked the back of her head, “You are sick.”

The familiar dotted line came out from the back of Song Nineteen’s neck again, gleaming.

Song Nineteen was a little discouraged, but it was only a small one. Soon, he lay softly in Li Shixi’s tenderness, ushering in the first good sleep of many days.

Before going to bed, she whispered softly: “We will be a long time here, right?”

“Yes.” Li Shiyi said.

The author has something to say:

1. “Remembering the Stove Lamp in the Next Years”: Lighting the lamp in the stove at night is a waste of light. 2. The story of Tang Xuanzong and wasting is recorded in “Tang Yishi”.