Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Chunping’s tender nails scratched the palm of Song Jiu’s palm, her face was still expressionless, she couldn’t even talk about being well-behaved, she just bit her lip and looked at her, not intending to say another word.

In her faint brows and frowning eyebrows, Song Jiu felt a strong stubbornness. Through the thin little person, he seemed to see Li Shiyi, who had been strayed and disliked in words.

She thought she was very lucky, the god-given bones were unruly, and even when she was reincarnated, she was also well protected by Li Shiyi, raised delicately and comfortably, and she had never had a time of suffering.

Thinking about it carefully, the biggest sin she suffered was nothing more than the love she had ever wanted to Li Shiyi for.

However, now that she has Li eleven, she is so complete that she can no longer be able to.

People are always like this. If they are too consummate, they will easily panic, fearing that happiness will lead to misfortune, and that they are afraid of accidents. Some people turn panic into pretense of gaining and losing, some people turn it into compassion and compassion for others.

Song XIX is the latter. I want to make the blessings bigger, bigger, and indestructible enough to become an excuse to persuade myself to enjoy the beauty of the world with peace of mind. Love makes the Zhongshan candle dragon overwhelmed by the gods and Buddhas, born with fear and awe, becoming just like the wife of Chen Mazi who burns incense and asks for a child.

On the contrary, Chunping wanted to make the sudden blessing smaller and smaller, so that she could calmly think that she was worthy, and would not be too reluctant when she slipped away.

Song Jiu sighed almost inaudibly, and took Chunping’s hand to continue walking.

With her little desire, Chunping sniffed the meat at the side of the bun shop, the wine at the side of the restaurant, and finally the rouge in front of the powder shop. The excitement in her heart had never been shown on her face, her eyes were blank but curious, and she pulled Song Jiu’s palm and sweated slightly.

The frostbite is itchy again, but it is not uncomfortable, because my heart is also itchy.

I bought a new coat of cuckoo with a red base powder, rode in the crowded tram, and packed a few cakes for the evening. When I paid the money, Chunping frowned again, staring at the coins for a while. .

The group of people went back to the house to cook lively, but Chun Ping got a fever in a muddle, raging ill, her complexion with red eyes chaos, and her calf cramps constantly. Song Nineteenth National Congress was shocked and hurriedly placed her on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, and went to the doctor for another five dollars.

The doctor came to get the pulse, and rolled her eyelids, but there was no sign of the pulse, so he thought about prescribing two pneumonia medicines.

The smell of rice in the kitchen was replaced by medicine, and the stove boiled loudly. A few people hurriedly tossed for a while, poured a few bowls of medicine, and wiped her dry palms and feet with a towel. In the middle of the night, the heat in Chunping’s head subsided a little, and she fell asleep in a drowsy state, with her wet hair clumping around her neck.

Song Jiu leaned on the bed and hugged her and wiped her sweat. There was a faint sound of flipping a book behind her ears. She turned her head and saw Li Shixi sitting at the table with a light silhouette.

She was a little sleepy, with her fingers propped on her forehead, she stretched her eyelids lazily, and then twitched her delicate nose.

Song Nineteen suddenly gave birth to infinite warmth in her small movements. This warmth is a dim oil lamp, a book with burrs, a hot little person she is holding, and even more tired but still waiting. Her Li eleven.

Everything that is unreliable has become down-to-earth, everything that floats in the sky begins to take root, and the nine adults who are father and mother in heaven begin to want a child, on an unspecial night in an unspecial year.

But this kind of thought is only a second, and it stays longer than the sound of an oil lamp blasting, and it is too short to be a suggestion.

The motherhood that happened unexpectedly in his chest was born a little long. Song Jiu gently patted the soft bedding, and suddenly asked Li Shiyi: “Look at me and her, don’t you look like you and me before?”

Li Shiyi turned his face and raised his eyebrows in surprise, his slightly red eyeballs rolled on Song Jiu’s tender hand, and he smiled without saying a word.

“What?” Song Jiu asked her, turning his head.

Li Shiyi shook his head. When did she and Song Nineteen have such a filial piety and kindness?

If you sort out her relationship with Song Jiu, you can naturally find that she has never regarded Song Jiu as a child. Except for the care of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, she and her thoughts have always been equal. From the beginning, “Do you want to applaud?” “If you have the patience, learn to recognize characters” to Song XIX holding the steamed buns and slowly giving her eyes-Tu Yaoyao you.

In her heart, she is a little monster of unknown origin, a cub that has never been awakened, but has never been a child.

Therefore, she will be able to take her to heart in the future and become her only companion evenly matched. This “one and only” is incomparable in the world, and naturally it is impossible to resemble it.

Song Nineteen understood her meaning, curled his lips and smiled faintly. Seeing that Chunping was asleep, she lowered her throat and said, “I will wash her hair today, and there are a lot of lice on her head.”

Before Li Shiyi could speak, she said again: “It’s just…no one is alive, all of them are dead.”

Li Shiyi’s brows wrinkled, and Song Shijiu muttered: “I heard that if a person dies, the lice will only jump out, but I have never seen the host to be good, but the lice have been wiped out.”

Li Shiyi lowered his eyes and said that he knew it. Seeing Song Shijiu got up and tucked the quilt, the two went back to the house together.

Chunping’s burning came and went quickly, and the next morning, she was in good spirits. Although his face was still a little pale, there was some joy in the background of the red jacket. She ate a bowl of scallion noodles mixed with five coins, but no longer wiped it with her sleeve, grabbed Song Jiu’s handkerchief on her front, and smeared it around her lips like Song Jiu.

After eating, she was bored and sat on the sofa to pick her hands. There were a few teenagers chasing laughter from the alley. She walked over slowly and looked at the window. Those young students looked like a few books in the cloth bag they were carrying, and Chunping’s eyes jumped up and down following the book.

There was a crackling movement in the yard on the other end, lighting the whole quiet yard. Chunping heard someone calling her, so she ran over and opened the door. The smell of sulfur filled her nose. She squinted her eyes, and Ah Yin was dressed. Standing in the yard, the fur-collared coat took off the sheepskin gloves, the cloud-shaped hair curled up with a beautiful smile, and waved at her: “Chunping! Come!”

Seeing Chunping dragging her feet, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, led it to the center of the yard, stuffed the lighted incense into her hand, pointed to the firecracker on the ground and said: “Looking at the Chinese New Year, you Also fire two cannons, go to bad luck!”

Chunping glanced at her like a cat, and looked at the incense in her hand again. She frowned and shook her head, handed the incense back to Ah Yin, and turned her head back to the house.

Ayin held the incense, the smell of smoke pierced her nose, she sneezed a little, and whispered: “I don’t know where the girl came from, she is more boring than when Li was eleven, but it happened. Nineteen likes it, I can’t see how cute it is at all.”

Arrow sits far away, don’t know if he listened.

Ayin squatted down again, ordered a firecracker, and stood up and said to herself: “How fun shooting is, every girl in the neighborhood likes it. I bought it babblely, but she disliked it.”

She was aroused by the firecracker, and looked at it with her lips curled up.

There was a crisp “pop”, the red paper was flying, and the chicken at the gate of the courtyard was blown up. Ah Yin was also bluffed for a while, and he stepped back, but never heard the next firecrackers.

Her ears were covered by a pair of hands, so gentle that her body dripped into that person’s arms like bones.

She bit her lip and stared at Arrow, adjusted her smile to the point that the incense in her hand was thrown away from a distance.

It turns out that people never grow up. It is like saying that Ah Yin is always excited by irregular sounds, such as firecrackers when he was young, such as the heartbeat of the people behind him when he was covered with his ears.

At night, the firecrackers jumped into the sky and became twinkling stars. Chunping took a shower, wiped her hair and went downstairs, only to find that the hall was dark and there was no one around. She was a little panicked, holding on to the handrail and walking down step by step.

“Squeak–” With a sound, the old wooden plank was bent down and grinned in protest.

Chunping was stunned by the movement, her shiny eyes widened. She began to tremble, and the overwhelming fear when she was hidden in the water tank came along with the darkness. She calmly exhaled her breath. It was so quiet at that time. The small water tank isolated everything. See the old shoemaker’s wife. With her hair that she hadn’t hidden, she threw a fire and started to sing, and then desperately ran in the opposite direction, running and cursing, saying-you group of dogs, you can catch up with my old lady! After that, she couldn’t hear anything. There was a “buzz” in her ear, and she could only hear the sound of her own bones shaking due to fear.

She doesn’t love fireworks, firecrackers, or everything that explodes with the smell of sulfur. It always makes her want to vomit.

She squeezed the handrail and was about to turn around, but there was a little bit of light in front of her eyes. She turned her head, and the light and shadow floated across the screen window, wandering in the empty hall. The young general who straddles the white horse, the concubine and the fairy who light up the lamps month by month, the enchanting landscape, the vigorous tiger, all turned into shadows cut by warm light, rotating in the deserted room.

She walked two steps and looked down. A revolving lantern was placed in the middle of the hall. The fairy candle made the image on the lamp surface alive and dyed her eyes colorfully.

This is a beautiful and illusory painting, like a fairy tale that only occurs in the mouth of a mother, which can strangely appease the child who is afraid of the dark night and walk into a sweet dream.

In the glimpse of light, she saw a long shadow straight up beside the revolving lantern. The silhouette of that person was more delicate than any image, with his eyelashes hanging coldly, and a match that had just been lit by the fairy candle in her hand.

The match turned in her hand and turned again, which was more attractive than the revolving lantern. Li Shiyi turned around, smiled in Deng Ying, and said, “If you want to play, come over.”

If you don’t eat it, just do it; if you want to play, come over-she always talks like this, and even the word order has not changed. But Chunping always felt that this little lady could always hit her heart’s desire appropriately, as if she had a hand gently pushing on her back.

So she walked over, squatted down by the revolving lantern, glanced at the candlelight, and then looked up at the reflected shadow.

The first time she took the initiative to speak, she asked: “Will the old shoemaker’s daughter-in-law become a light? Or a star?”

Ordinary people ask for comfort, and the answer is usually affirmative, but Li Shiyi whispered: “I don’t know.”

She didn’t even know who the old shoemaker was.

Chunping looked up at her, her sparse eyelashes blinked, and when she blinked the fifth time, she pulled her pursed mouth to the sides, revealing an unskilled smile. Li Shiyi looked down at her, snorted and gave a soothing smile.

Chunping didn’t speak any more, but quietly looked at the changing lanterns. Li Shiyi left the lanterns to her and walked back quietly.

After taking a few steps on the stairs, when she reached the corner of Yueying’s faint, she suddenly smelled a faint scent of cold scent, and her slightly cool fingers grabbed Li Shiyi’s wrist and led her into the shadow on the corner.

The visitor couldn’t help but said that he pushed Li Shi’an against the wall, sticking her bumpy figure, pressing Li Shi’s chest against her chest, buckled her wrist, and then directly bit the red mole on the side of her neck.

The body, the smell, and even the rouge smell of the mouth were all too familiar. Li Shishi was not even surprised. His body judged the situation far more quickly than his thoughts. He raised his other hand and pressed the back of Song Shiji’s head.

Song Nineteen’s breathing was rampant, and the force of biting her was not light, and a sour vinegar smell came out of the gap between his lips and teeth, like an annoyed little beast.

The little beast summoned and frowned like horns. His upper and lower teeth rubbed Li Shi’s skin again, spreading his feet in the wild, and finally stuck out the tip of his tongue and made a soothing hook before releasing Li Shi’s red neck. .

Before Li Shiyi lifted his eyelids, Song Shiji’s eyebrows were pressed against Song Shiji’s forehead again. She didn’t want Li Shishi to see her expression, so she only lowered her eyes and pressed the corners of her mouth.

“What’s the matter?” Li Shiyi’s words were lighter than intertwined breathing.

Song Nineteen bit the inner wall of his lip and rubbed Li Shiyi’s forehead back and forth. After a while, he let go of his wrist, and said softly, “You never made this lamp for me.”

Her grievance was very naive, contrary to her decent education. She had hesitated for a long time before finally remembering that she was a sacred animal. What kind of education does the sacred animal want?

She only needs Li Xi.

Her curled eyelashes trembled and her lips were beautiful, making people with hard-hearted tempers softened, not to mention that Li Shiyi had already handed her a letter to her.

So Li Shiyi said warmly: “Who said the revolving lantern is only for her to see?”

She wrapped her hands around Song Jiu’s waist, and she retracted her neck, pulled a short distance away, warmed Song Jiu with her eyes, and then printed her lips on the full rouge in front of her.

“But this is only for you.”