Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The second hand rustled around and got into Song Jiu’s ear, urging her mouth to become a kind of pressure.

She looked at Li Shiyi, still a thin bamboo in the breeze and floating moon. Regardless of Taishan Mansion, or ask Mr. Coffin, in fact, she has always been so good-looking, how did she feel like a witch? She didn’t think much of it.

She followed her every step of the way, as if being put into a conventional case. Only at this moment, she felt the stereotyped clock running into her mind, the second hand and the hour hand stacked in one place were separated, and a “boom” sounded like a mournful sound at the end.

Her curled eyelashes are like hands, intertwined and separated decisively. She asked Li Xi: “Why?”

It seemed to be asking why Chunping was sent back, and it seemed to be asking Li Shiyi why it was different from what she thought.

Li Shiyi lowered her head, not sure if she was tall or habitually avoiding it. She always hid her emotional eyes in the shadows, and paused for a while before saying: “All things live and die, have their own timing, I taught you.”

The fate of man, like this conscientious pointer, the gears turn out of the rules closely, and no one can diligently move forward for a second or drag it lazily for a second.

The palms of Song Shiji and Li Shiyi were sweating slightly, and the voice was flat and straightforward: “Send her back to the chaos of war?”

Li Shiyi looked into Song Shiji’s eyes, and Wen Sheng said to her: “She doesn’t belong here. You see, she can’t see strangers. Every time she burns it is a backlash. If you want to stay, she Will bear more in the future.”

“I can protect her.” Song Jiu swallowed his throat and looked down at the photo.

She was not used to arguing with Li Shiyi, she seemed to be scratched back and forth by the frosted stone, bluntly unable to lift her interest.

“There is still a future,” Li Shiyi explained. “The living person suddenly disappeared more than ten years later, and it is bound to disturb all the fate books that have been intersected with her. Estimate the consequences.”

“Is there any worse consequences than the chaos of war?” Song Jiu asked, “The flames continue to rise, the people don’t live a life, the world is purgatory, and the lives are destroyed.”

“Even if the fate book is messed up, how do you know whether the chaos is good or bad?”

Li Shiyi closed his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at her. The coolness that could not be hidden in his eyes spread out, causing the sweat in Song Jiu’s palm to dry quickly.

It’s bad, she knows.

Song XIX awakened like a dream, and standing in front of her was the Lord of Souls, who wrote the book of life and death, calmly setting Song XIX’s stubbornness into an innocent joke.

Song Jiu gave birth to an unspeakable illusion, as if it was not an equal and gentle lover who was confronting her at this moment, but the old man who used to stand on the bridge with a lamp and ignored her.

She finally remembered why she hated Ling Heng in the first place. What she hated was not the shocking face, but her lofty and unhuman attitude, like a piece of stubborn ice, clinging to the rigid dogma. , To lightly teach others what “should” is.

She doesn’t want to be disturbed, doesn’t want to be breached, doesn’t want to make any exceptions, she just wants it.

She is the most unruly candle dragon in the world. Her huge body nourishes her boundless heart. Wherever her heart wants to fall, it will fall.

In the past, she put her heart in Li Shiyi’s hands and let her play with it, but this did not mean surrender or obedience, but she was willing.

Song Jiu raised his wrist, raised his eyelids, looked at Li Shiyi, and asked her disobediently for the first time: “War is also a time sequence, and is it also a rule?”

She didn’t need Li Shiyi’s answer. She shook her head, took out her hand, and put her hand on the table, telling her some memories that Li Shiyi hadn’t even remembered: “In the old days, if there were monsters in Zhongshan, I would eat With three or two ghosts in Taishan Mansion, your Taishan Mansion will be overwhelmed by troops, and the banners of the Soul Strategy Army will be all over the place. It is not awe-inspiring. Unexpectedly, now it is really sad and fierce. The little girl can’t either.”

“That said, it’s really useless.” There was a rare ridicule at the corner of her mouth, and she stared at Li Xi with scorching eyes.

Li Shiyi looked back at her calmly, and there was no description of offended in his eyes.

She wasn’t Ling Heng, and she couldn’t empathize with Song Jiu’s ridicule. It was Song Jiu’s unfamiliar expression that made her frown. The disappointment in her eyes was dazzling, and the distance between her and her was clear.

She wanted to stretch her hand, but Song Jiu’s little finger moved and curled up a small fist.

Li Shiyi’s heart was pierced sharply, causing her to hold her hands unconsciously, but she still patiently said with a slightly hoarse, gentle voice: “It’s the rules.”

Song Nineteen choked, speechless for a while, and then returned to her after a while: “If everything follows the rules, then, what is the meaning of a person’s life?”

“If fate is determined by the sky, then there is no need for medical treatment for sickness and freezing. You have been hungry and cold, and you have been extremely dangerous. I ask you, why do you strive to survive when you are on the front line of life and death? Son, what is it for?”

Isn’t it because of the hope of changing destiny? Isn’t it because of the backbone of one man to conquer the sky?

She didn’t finish her words, but Li Shiyi seemed to fully understand. She was determined to look at her for a while and shook her head.

Li Shixi rarely said so much, but she really wanted Song Jiu to understand.

“Birth is destined to die, but never ceases the hope of life. With death, life is precious, and with aging, you will know how to live up to your youth. Flowers bloom, sun rises and sunsets, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, all are Timing is a rule, but it is not dying, but vitality.”

“If everyone is sheltered, there is no life or death in the world, no souls are cold and hungry, love and hatred can be eliminated, I don’t need to earn three more money and two sons, but I can’t feel the desire for food and clothing.”

She stared at Song Jiu: “I wouldn’t stand in front of you like this moment, wanting to hold your hand.”

There was infinite warmth in her thin shoulders, and for the first time she opened herself to Song Jiu sincerely and unreservedly. Song Jiu’s chaotic heart was twitching lightly, full of desires. Her rebellion was easily suppressed by Li Shiyi, just like the souls who used to suppress the realm, stepping on horses and flowers in Zhongshan territory.

Song Jiu silently closed the door and sat in the corridor for a while. The alley was full of bright lights, and the whole small building was so quiet that needles fell. A Luo and A Yin rested. Five coins were fed to the chickens in the yard and fell asleep. Song Jiu hugged his knees and suddenly realized why he wanted to hold Chunping firmly.

Since her awakening, she has often felt that she is incompatible with this place. Arrow has an unclear attitude towards her. The five coins are neither lukewarm nor lukewarm. Ayin has a friendship with Li Shiyi, and is naturally closer than her, the friendship of the people around her. All belong to Li Xi, and I am just an accessory.

This friendship will treat her preferentially because of Li Shiyi, and will also deal with her without hesitation when she might hurt Li Shiyi.

Without Li Shiyi’s love, she would be no different from that little guest from another country.

Thinking of Chunping, I don’t know how she is feeling now. Song Jiu stood up, went to the kitchen to heat a bowl of hot milk, and brought it to the second floor room.

Sitting on the bed, Chunping was washing her feet with hot water, holding a volume of books in her hand. She could not recognize ten words on it, but she always wanted to know them better.

Seeing Song Nineteen, she put down the book, twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled. She blinked before smiling, and looked like a cat.

Song Nineteen handed the bowl up and said, “Drink while it’s hot, and sleep well after drinking it.”

She wanted to touch her hair, but did not move, just turned around and sat aside.

Chunping was holding a bowl half the size of her face, and drank gulpingly. Her esophagus was hot and her feet were hot. Her small face was pink, and the emotions in her eyes warmed up.

She stopped after drinking three or two sips, with a circle of milk stains hanging on her lips, rubbing the frostbite on her hands against her pants.

The frostbite was very itchy, Song Jiu knew, but Chunping was always like this, she didn’t like to talk about it when it hurts, and she made some slight movements when she couldn’t help it.

The sadness came very abruptly, even more scrambling than the milk pouring into the stomach, Song Jiu leaned down, propped his forehead with the root of his palm, but his eyes happened to be Chunping bare feet in the wooden barrel.

The scars on that foot are criss-crossed, and there is almost no good skin. The blisters are swollen and worn out. They are attached to the head and stick to the blood scab. The heels have thick calluses, so hard that they shouldn’t grow on one. The girl’s body.

The **** of his right foot seemed to be broken, curled up in an abnormal posture.

It was just a little toe that hadn’t grown up yet, but it looked like the words “I can’t do anything” that overwhelmed Song XIX.

Song Shijiu wiped his face dumbly, stared at those feet, and asked Chunping softly, “What was it like that year?”

Chunping lowered her head, staring at the hot milk without speaking.

The sourness in Song Nineteen’s throat spread out, and he paused for three or two seconds to moisturize his lower lip, and then asked, “It took a lot of effort to run out, didn’t it?”

Chunping sniffed her nose, her eyes flushed easily. After a while, she smoothed her words: “I didn’t think much about it when I ran, and I can’t take care of it.”

“Asheng ran with me. After two miles, I realized that there was a hole in my stomach and all my intestines came out.”

She said in a nasal voice, “I don’t know how to be afraid until I come out.”

Song Nineteen didn’t ask who Ah Sheng was, and didn’t want to ask any more. There was no pain in Chunping’s tone, only the numbness of the rest of his life, I am afraid there is still a little bit of gratitude for meeting Song Jiu.

Song Jiu buried his face in his palm, and it took a long time before he raised his head and stretched out his hand to stroke Chunping’s hair behind his ears.

She said with a dumb voice: “Sleep, don’t think about it.”