Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

On the day Arrow came back, the sun was cool and moist, and it was as soft as the moon. The five dollars came back with the washing and drying clothes of the aunt next door, and spread them on the wooden chairs for everyone to pick up their own. Ah Yin was carrying a tasseled shawl, some could not remember whether it was his own or nineteen, spread it out and looked at it carefully, and then saw Arrow entering the door through the gap of the hollow carving.

Therefore, her reunion with Aro was faintly scented with saponins.

The lively hall suddenly quieted down. Li Shiyi sat on the armrest of the sofa with one leg, Song Shiji sat on the shorter cushion and leaned against her, the movement of the folded jacket in his hand slowed down. Wu Qian straightened up, Ah Yin put the shawl down, twisted it on his knee, instinctively looked away, stared at the pile of clothes for a few seconds, stretched out his hand, and finally picked up a crisp shirt. , Bury your head and sleeves.

That’s… Li Xi’s. Song Jiu raised his head and exchanged glances with Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi smiled.

Arrow walked to the shade, put away the cyan oil paper umbrella, still in a black robe like a crow, with long hair draped on one side. Not seen in January, she became thinner and paler.

She came over gently as if holding the wind and helping the willow, her bloodless lips made her drooping eyelashes faded, and she softly shouted, “Aheng.”

The first one shouted was Ah Heng, and he was silent for a while, but there was no second one.

The atmosphere was so embarrassing and weird, Song Nineteenth Dynasty Li Shiyi leaned in his arms, still looking up at her, and slightly opened his mouth.

Li Shiyi’s hand holding her shoulder moved slightly and tapped her **** twice to signal her to stay calm.

Ah Yin couldn’t sit still at all, and as soon as he raised his head and cleared his throat, he wanted to say hello, but he frowned before he said the word, staring at the visitor and froze on the spot.

Behind Arrow was an unexpected girl. Furong had an affectionate face, and her face was upright as if it were drawn out of the picture. She was wearing a crow green gown of the same color as Arrow. Standing behind Arrow, looking at everyone’s eyes curiously and restrained, he glanced not excessively, and then dropped his eyes restrainedly.

It was so beautiful that it was brought from Taishan Mansion at a glance.

Arrow didn’t have the thought of introducing her, but only said her name softly: “A Tao.”

A Tao is a myrtle near Huangquan.

Now even Li Shiyi couldn’t sit still, and raised his brow to look at Ah Yin.

Ayin squinted his chin, his eyes circled around Atao’s body, and then returned to Aro’s body. Arrow turned his head to look at her, giving a soft look, and then pursing his lips, but in the end he didn’t say anything.

With the tip of Ayin’s tongue pressed against his upper jaw, he swept twice, and then buried his head and took apart the shirt that had just been folded, and sniffed. Then he raised his face and smiled at Arrow: “Who?”

He smiled like a flower, and at the beginning there was a “yo” if there was nothing like nothing. The swaggering eyes were gazing, but the ending sound sank with little weight, and there was actually two or three points of tension.

A Luo glanced at A Tao for a half of his eyes, and said in a low voice, “Handmaid.”

Ayin smiled and looked at her with eyes crooked: “I’m used to being poor. I don’t know how the handmaid used her to call her. She was supporting her, so caring.”

A pair of shining eyes with surging water, and the corners of the mouth that turned upside-down twitched uncontrollably, with a hint of gnashing his teeth.

Song Nineteen stretched his neck and looked at A Tao’s hand on A Luo’s arm.

Ten fingers are slender, like green onion roots, and a pair of plain hands are also beautiful. It doesn’t look like a job.

A Tao was a little uneasy and withdrew her hand. A Luo shook her head to signal her to step back, wanting to say something to Ayin, met her daring eyes, and instinctively retracted her eyes, looking down at her hand. In the clothes.

It was such an evasive action that reminded Ah Yin that when he said those heart-piercing words to her, Ah Luo curled up his hands on the table and made a self-protective gesture.

Ayin’s heart hurts like a needle stick for a moment, and she realized that Aro was not a girl who went straight to her. She used to be open to her only because she was willing to be open to her. Hold a heart to her. Once she took it back, she couldn’t even find the door, and she slammed outside like a headless fly.

She was very embarrassed. Her childhood sweetheart, her close friend, her brand partner, and this Myrtle who didn’t know where it came out all looked at her embarrassment, her shoulders were sore and her face was dry. It was so hot that even the inside of her ears bled, and the eccentric liver cooled her temperature coldly, making her so uncomfortable that she could only stare at the person in front of her with empty eyes.

Since she pleaded with Li Shiyi, she counted the days and wanted this person to come back.

On the first day, she copied those sour love poems. On the second day, she organized a beauty pageant for clothes. On the third day, she carried two pairs of shoes and asked the sleepy Song Jiu which heel height was the best.

But on this day, everything was finally right. She sat quietly and tenderly. The makeup she woke up in the morning was the most submissive. The fragrance all over her body was not strong or weak. It happened that the people she was waiting for had made a mistake.

She has devised many random or solemn ways of apologizing, but she never thought that the opposite person actually became two.

She couldn’t open her mouth.

A Luo’s long breath went up and down, without explaining anything, only to speak to Li Shixi, so he went upstairs with A Tao one after another.

Ayin paused, lowering his head still folding his clothes.

A beautiful hand appeared in the line of sight, with five fingers hanging down and moving slightly, Ah Yin looked up and saw that Li Shiyi had come over at some point and stretched out his hand towards her.

“Shirt.” Li Shiyi sighed, wrinkled in a disarray.

Ayin bit her lower lip and returned the cloth she was wringing in her hand, her eyes slumped like that day, a wet flower that had blossomed.

Li Shiyi picked up his clothes and pulled Song Shiji away, leaving behind a helpless figure.

Since his return, A Luo has been in and out with A Tao, usually only going downstairs to eat, and then back to the house to nest. When A Yin passed by, he could not help but glance at it. The inside was dark, as if there were lights. Before that, A Luo Qingya’s cough was heard occasionally.

She also lost the tenderness that was full of satisfaction to Ah Yin, and she kept a third of her expression at a distance of a stool when she spoke. There is no way to talk about what Ayin said, as if she was hitting the cotton with all her strength. She went down day by day, unable to sleep at night, and sat on the stairs in front of Aluo’s room in a daze.

Frozen bones in the early winter night, Ah Yin shivered and was about to return to the room, but he caught an unusual sound in the footsteps.

She jumped like a candle in her heart, took two steps back in disbelief, and pressed her auricle to Aromon’s side.

A soft sound, a heavy sound, the gap between pauses is even more fascinating, this sound is so familiar to her, when she was overwhelmed in the past, then when she dreamed back in the middle of the night, there were always two or two sounds. Arrow’s groan was very restrained, many times it was just a quick gasp and a light snort from the tip of the nose, like a cat’s claw, stepping softly on her desire.

She took a breath and pressed her chest with her hand holding the veil.

The faint groan was magnified in the ear, and he wrestled with the beating of his heart, knocking it down.

A Yin went back to the room in a daze, closed the door as if escaping, looked at the shaking candlelight, and blinked sour eyes.

On the second day it rained again, and Ah Yin had a headache and came downstairs. Song Jiu had chopsticks in his mouth, and his brows jumped. Like, he drooped his eyes and brought out a bowl of porridge.

Arrow frowned and looked at her sideways.

Ayin felt her sight, but deliberately ignored her, chopsticks stirred in the porridge and did not eat.

Arrow stopped talking for a few more times, and finally spoke: “Are you sick?”

She was so gentle that Ah Yin wanted to cry for no reason.

Song Jiu raised the bowl, sipped while listening with his ears.

Ayin sniffed, and the urn sounded, “No.”

A Luo raised his hand against his lower lip and coughed twice. Ayin heard her breathing, and stopped hitting her chopsticks. He put the chopsticks aside and said, “But I went to the night market with Aping for a few hours. Don’t be careful and catch a cold.”

Song nineteen choked on the porridge, and Li Shiyi silently stretched out his hand to help her carry it. Arrow raised his head and took a deep look at Ah Yin: “Aping entered Taishan Mansion half a month ago.”

Wu Qian sighed, and he was too embarrassed to sit still.

A Yin’s face was a little bit awkward, the roots of his teeth were tight, and his mouth was still stiff.

Li Shiyi clamped a chopsticks and pickles, and listened to Ayin slowly adding: “Auntie Guanyin soldiers are too many, so I can’t remember it easily.”

Li Shiyi glanced at her lightly, with a few warnings. Before he could withdraw his eyes, he heard a soft “pop”. Arrow knocked his chopsticks on the table, leaving a half bowl of warm porridge, and got up and wrapped his robe. Leave.

She held on to the wall as she stepped up the stairs, and coughed gently with trembling thin shoulders.