Reading The Remnants

Many Doudinger’s houses are not so lively anymore. Auntie, Nineteenth, Eleventh, and Youngest Tu and two dolls sit neatly at a table. The clashing of pots and pans one after another, several people pick up the cloth strips and wash She cleaned her hands and started eating, but Chunping still kept her face in her pocket, habitually lifted her feet, and handed the steamed bun from below.

It was really inconvenient to eat like this. She could have brought her rice bowl back to the house to eat by herself, but she didn't really want to leave Song Jiu, so she followed the very cumbersome process slowly.

Song Jiu asked a few questions about his third uncle's condition, and then asked his aunt to take the medicinal soup back for a while, and took a few mouthfuls of rice intently, but still didn't have any thoughts of being close to Li Shiyi.

Seeing that everyone was eating well, she pursed her lips and said, "There are three rooms in this yard. I have scrubbed them. After a while, I can rest on the mattress. The youngest one lives in the east. Ten...you live. To the west, I am the same Chunping..."

"I live with you, can I?" Li Shixi held the bowl and looked up at her.

The dinner table was quiet for a moment, the aunt put down the chopsticks, wiped her nose on the back of her hand, and blinked at Song XIX. Tu's youngest chuckled "Hey" and picked up another chopsticks. Xiaodouding burped a little, staring at the two of them, and shook the long slender bench back and forth. Chunping bit a little bit. A small mouthful of the steamed bun, took it out of the mask, turned around and asked Song Jiu: "I want to sleep alone, is that okay?"

Song Jiu moistened his lower lip and did not speak. It was the youngest Tu’s "Hi" and smiled to Chunping: "Chengchengcheng, you sleep by yourself."

"Eleven sisters, you are wronged to squeeze with the nineteenth." Tu's youngest girl was stuffed with food in his cheeks, and even smiled, "My man, I am going to occupy a room."

Li Shiyi dropped his eyelashes docilely, with an "um", and the corners of his mouth squeezed slightly, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

The night did not care whether people were willing or unwilling. In short, it came on time. The kerosene lamp was lit in the courtyard, but it was not as good as the Moonlight Bright Hall sprinkled from the patio. Song Shiji washed early, changed the cotton bedding, and removed it. Looking at the old locust tree in the middle of the patio with his hair in a daze. Li Shiyi chatted with Tu's youngest member downstairs, as if she had deliberately asked her to come up first, and as if not.

If Li Shiyi was in front of her, she might still be able to hold back her own thoughts, but if Li Shiyi was next, her spiritual consciousness would be out of control.

She applied sesame oil and powder, twisted a little bit of rouge in her hand, and made her movements light and light, just to hear Li Shiyi's movement upstairs.

After a few back and forth, she finally determined that Li Shiyi was deliberate.

Deliberately daunting not to come up, making Song Jiu think of her longer and longer.

Song nineteen was a little annoyed again. Li Shiyi always led her like a kite, teased her imagination, grinds her attention, and grinds it finer than the powder, clinging to her in bits and pieces. The film is not clean between the fingers.

Song Nineteen got up, simply fell asleep first, but paused when he was about to turn off the lights, and finally left the lights.

The moment she lay down, she suddenly felt that Li Shiyi shouldn’t be so bad. She recalled over and over again how Li Shiyi asked her "Is it cold". She was sitting next to her and moved her shoulders to keep it. At a close but not offensive distance, he placed his forearm on her thigh, leaned slightly to see her face, and the fingers on the other side stroked the fringe of her gray coat one by one.

It was this movement that was so small that Song Jiu caught her at a loss.

Regular footsteps sounded in the corridor, raining like bananas, getting closer and gradually irrigating into the core. Song Jiu closed his eyes, and heard the door gently pushed open, then closed again after a few seconds.

The isolated sight gave birth to infinite imagination. Song Jiu didn't know if Li Shiyi was looking at her for the two or three seconds he stopped. When he entered the room, he looked at her first. She cares about the details of this point so much that she feels a little bit heartbroken.

But she didn't show anything, she just listened quietly as Li Shixi walked to the table, which should have been freshened, she only took off her clothes layer by layer, and the inner layer rubbed against her skin, rustling. The rustling, listened to Song Nineteen's ears, like an unexpected opening remark.

Song Jiu still hadn't opened his eyes, and the ring finger resting on the side of his face moved slightly, like the beat that was hiding his heartbeat.

She heard Li Shixi sniffing his nose, as if he had some cold, and then put a glass of warm water with a gentle movement, and moved her throat three times, only taking a sip or two. Then the bottom of the cup was knocked lightly, and the cup was put down. Li Shi As soon as the oil lamp was blown out, she walked to the couch and opened the quilt. Leng Xiang pressed against Song Jiu's skin with a chill, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up in a flash.

Li Shiyi paused again, as if looking at the little chestnut behind Song Jiu's neck in the light of the moon. She didn't say anything. She got into the quilt, her shoulders gently pressed against Song Jiu's stiff back, very regular. Lie down on the ground.

Song Nineteen was lost, even though she didn't understand what she was expecting.

She let go of this expectation in a long exhale, trying to keep it as clear as possible.

The quilt in the middle was propped up and filled with a cool breeze, which contrasted the place where Li Shixi was connected was very warm, and the warmth was a little dry.

Song Jiu waited quietly for a while, but Li Shiyi coughed twice and didn't take any other actions. Song Jiu's stretched back softened, opened his eyes with his back to Li Shiyi, and sank himself between the soft bedding.

I don’t know how long it took. She heard long and regular breathing behind her. Li Shixi seemed to be asleep. Song Shiji moved his neck, but did not turn his face, closing his eyes, not long after. Fell asleep groggy.

Counting Song Shiji's breath, Li Shiyi, who was lying flat, opened his eyes.

Song Jiu always fell asleep extremely fast by her side, even if she was not willing in her mind.

Li Shiyi turned his head and looked at the back of her smooth neck. A few strands of hair curled up there, like an accidentally leaking cuteness, and the curvy body was exquisitely curvy, and fell with the breath.

Li Shiyi deliberately delayed the time to come up, and deliberately pretended to be asleep to coax Song Jiu to fall asleep, but wanted to take a look at her like this.

She wasn't playing arrogantly, but she was afraid that she couldn't restrain herself, and she didn't speak beautifully, or she spoke too eagerly, which made Song Jiu frown.

Since the first glance she saw Song Jiu, she had wanted to hug her very, very much, not only hugged, she wanted more.

Looking at Song Jiu's quiet back, she began to sort out the beginning that she had never thought of before. She is a girl, even if she didn't live like a girl before, she didn't know if she did the wrong business, she was born with cold temperament and never had any special desires.

The world is chaotic, and the love is chaotic. The fake troupe of Fengxuhuang, the Qing 倌er of the Qinlou Chu Hall, people round up their desires and indulge them to infinity. It is nothing unusual for anyone to have a relationship with whom.

Therefore, when a girl chased her, she never considered her gender, and when a ghost wanted to befriend her, she never considered yin and yang. She looked like a bystander of the world, staring coldly at the spring love held by others, and had never been tempted.

This "never" ended on Song XIX.

With her backing, she realized that the messy emotions she had seen before were as sullen as this turbulent world. They were the rot on her face that had been wicked and evil, and she had stuck to it, and this world. Melt into one, and Song Jiu is the clean skin under the rot. It is smooth and flat, making Li Shiyi face himself and become himself.

At this moment, she longed for intimacy and entanglement, and wanted to trace the nice curves around her with her empty palm, soothe the convex parts, and fill the concave parts.

She wants to do with her the things that must be hers in this world, and also wants her to do the things that must be hers to herself.

Li Shiyi turned his head and sighed softly.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Nineteen got up very early. When Li Shiyi woke up with Wu Qing now, there was no residual warmth in the bedding beside him. She changed her clothes, went to the yard to freshen up, and while pulling the hair tucked into the outer garment, she walked out.

Song Jiuzheng brought a bowl of awake noodles, put it on the table, patted a few handfuls of flour on the chopping board, and wanted to adjust the stuffing to make dumplings.

There is nothing to eat in this village, and the stuffing is nothing more than smashed cabbage.

Seeing that Li Shixi was coming, she held her hands that had rubbed half of the flour, and said softly: "Get up."

Li Shiyi smiled at her, she turned her face, a little awkward.

Li Shixi walked over and thought, "After dinner in a while, I have something to say to you."

The index finger flexed, and the knuckles circled on the table. Song Jiu glanced at it. Before answering, he heard Dou Ding's cry out loud.

Song Jiu wiped his hands hurriedly, and walked outside together with Li Shiyi. Seeing Xiao Douding rushing over from the street, one of his shoes had fallen off, and he shouted out of breath: "Sister Nineteen My third uncle is dying!"

Song Nineteen's eyebrows stunned, and two steps forward to meet him.

Xiaodouding opened his mouth and panted, and the cloth covering his lips and nose was constantly burrowing into his mouth as he inhaled, causing him to be nauseated. He simply tore off the cloth and ran in front of Song Jiu, Hu licked his forehead. Khan on, looked at Song Jiu tremblingly.

Song Nineteen squatted down, holding his shoulders with both hands, and he twitched and said, "I, my third uncle is dying, he's vomiting, and he's going to die!"

His father and mother looked like this before they died, and he remembers it firmly.

Song Jiu was nervous and was about to get up, but saw Xiao Douding staring at her, "wow" he vomited.

Most of a pool of blood was spilled on her front, and a small amount of blood was stained on her chin. She looked at Xiao Douding's lips, only the center was somewhat bloody, and the others were still pale and pale. Xiaodouding gasped, raised his hand and wiped it, looked down, blinked twice, and said in a breath: "I'm going to die too."

This sentence was plain and indifferent, more mechanical than his recitation of the Three-character Sutra.

Li Shiyi closed his jaw and looked at the silent Song Shiji.

Song Nineteen's shoulders remained motionless, and he squeezed Xiaodouding's hand with a little force, and then gently wiped his lips clean with his thumb, and then pulled an unremarkable black iron hairpin in his hair again. Come out, flip your wrists in threes and twos and flick it, and then flick it into a closed folding fan with two beeps.

She put the fan in her palm, stood up, and looked back at Li Xi.

Then led Xiaodouding to Sanshu's house.

"I can't die," she said softly.