Reading The Remnants

The journey was slow and slow, and fast and fast, but within a few days, I arrived at the Shaanzhou Wharf. The sky is like a clear and clear jade, and clouds hung low around the big white and red ship. The masts are upright, the canvas is rustling by the wind, and the water is eaten by the ship. Swinging, swaying and swaying is really good-looking.

When I got closer, I found that the ship was two stories high, like a huge monster. The iron stairs stretched ashore from the ship, and the long tongue accepted all kinds of passengers.

I stepped on the creamy white high-heeled shoes to make the skin of the instep extremely fair. Fingers wearing lace gloves put on the railing and knocked like playing the piano. The apricot dress wraps the waist which is gripped by a full grip, and the skirt is turned over. Yingrun and slender legs were exposed in the fly. Some pedestrians in the past were stunned. The young man in a suit and leather shoes accidentally ran into this young lady, and hurriedly reached out to support her. With a low "Ah", she leaned her back against the railing, and lifted her hat with her index finger up. He lifted it lightly, revealing an overly delicate face. The narrow lips are the temperamental and reserved Chinese style, and the big eyes are the western spring feelings of eagerness to fly, which fits extremely contradictory.

She didn't care much about being touched, she smiled, her wavy hair jumping into the sun, and said in a loud voice, "Eleventh, go faster!"

Li Shiyi's frowning eyebrows were still not cleared because of Song Shijiu's hit. Tu's youngest man put a large and small package on his head with a **** his stomach. He was twelve points dissatisfied. If you don’t plaster it, you still wear this for her, don’t you?"

Ayin said "Bah", shaking his head and laughing: "What a nice outfit, an eighteen or nine-year-old girl, she has nothing to do with you all day long, and she doesn't have any decent clothes. ."

"Lick what? What hug? What does it look like when you lick and hug again?" Tu muttered the youngest boy. This Ayin was frivolous, and he dressed Song Jiu as such a virtue, his hair seemed to be clamped by a tongs. Yes, the lips are so red that they are about to eat people, but they even provoke the mad bees and butterflies to rush up.

There was a cold right shoulder, but Achun walked slowly to Li Shiyi's side and said softly: "She is not like a ghost or a person. After only a few days, she changed her appearance. What is it?"

With such a miracle, the carriage was packaged on that day, but it was a mistake and the package was right.

Li Shiyi looked at Song Jiu's back, smiled softly, and said silently, "Little monster."

When he got on the ship, Song Shiji was very fresh. He pulled Ayin and leaned on the railing and looked around. He was about to turn back to talk to Li Shiyi, but saw that she was standing at the end of the seat with Tu and Laoyao. A well-dressed man was sitting and blocking the way. Li Shiyi said a few words in a low voice, as if asking him to move the box under his feet and lay across the aisle where the two of them were seated.

The first time Song 19 saw someone staring at people with white eyes, as if the black eyeballs were useless, the man’s smile floated on his face: "This...Miss, I probably didn’t see it clearly. It’s the upper class."

Li Shiyi frowned, the youngest Tu blushed, and he opened his mouth and argued: "We don't know if this is the upper-class cabin? You are talking nonsense. Have you ever heard of the train box? Your grandfather, I'm sitting there. of!"

His voice was a bit loud, and everyone on the left and right provokes secret glances. When he saw everyone's dress, he felt that he was shabby.

The man laughed, and said, "It's not interesting, but I'm afraid that the two of them don't know how to read and they are going the wrong way."

Youngest Tu blushed like a cooked shrimp, his veins violent with anger. Song Jiu pulled Ah Yin over and frowned. Li Shiyi glanced at her and blocked her words back.

"You fart!" Ayin's voice sounded immediately, and he leaned against the seat, and the fragrant wind filled his arms. "When Auntie is reading, you are still asking your mother to ask for milk!"

There was a small roar of laughter, and the man's face was quite uncontrollable, his expression froze, and he glanced at Ah Yin from the bottom up, and laughed: "I recognize this fragrance. It is commonly used in Bada Hutong."

Ayin sneered, holding his arms and Yaoyao body, but saw Song Jiu coming up with an angry face: "You let go..."

The rest of the words were hidden in a pair of soft hands, with a faint smell of tobacco. She opened her pupils and saw Li Shiyi standing by her side, her right hand wrapped around her face, expressionless. She covered her mouth.

Seeing Song Jiu startled, Li Shixi's ring finger tapped her chin to remind her to recover, and then retracted his hand. Song Jiu took a careful breath and said weakly, "You...you are talking nonsense."

The remaining three words were very unassuming, as if she was the one who was talking nonsense. She was frightened if she didn't know how to face it. With the steamed red, the heartbeat like a rabbit, it knocked her down. Self-confidence.

She reached out to support the back of the seat, only to feel that she had been drugged.

Yu Guangzhong glanced at Li Shiyi's head slightly and looked at the man and said, "We are going to go over, please give way."

Her voice was extremely cold, and her face was neither humble nor overbearing, saying that she was please, but she did not show a half-contracted gesture, which made the man's heart startled. During the stalemate, Ah Chun, who was one step behind, hurried over. After a glance, he guessed seven or eight points. He handed the ticket to Li Shiyi and said slowly: "Go in."

The man glanced at the ivory buckle on A Chun's neckline, then glanced at Li Shiyi, the black eyeballs finally returned to their place, with a smile, folded the newspaper, and leaned forward.

"Hey! Look at your grandfather, I can't read words!" Tu Laoyao passed by before him, grinning and shook a few words at him until he was seated, and whispered in disgust.

Li Shiyi didn't take it to heart. He habitually took a piece of newspaper, pursed his lips and looked down.

Song Nineteen looked at the blue and purple skin on her cheeks, bit her lip twice, and whispered, "What are you doing to dress like this? You washed your face at night, and I saw it. It was so beautiful. "

Li Shiyi turned a page of the newspaper, still buried his head, only raised his right hand, the back of his cold hand touched her lips lightly, indicating that she didn't need to say any more.

Song Jiu took a deep breath, hissed his mouth, and moved his neck half an inch away from her. He was confused, and finally recovered some of his consciousness.

She looked at Li Shiyi's hand in flipping through the newspaper, tucked her mouth and smiled carefully. For a while, she felt that skin appearance was really unimportant. Li Shiyi's hand was a treasure. She was gently patted by that hand when she was young. When you hit the ground, it feels like you're in a boat, and it's really warm.

As soon as the water slumped, it was night. The ship was not as comfortable as on the ground. It hurt people's brains and the seats were so close. At midnight, Song Jiu felt that his legs could not be lifted.

She glanced right and left at the people who were sleeping with their heads tilted, and dragged her swollen calves to the outside of the cabin, for fear of awakening Li Shiyi.

The deck was much more open, and there was no smell of the crowd in the cabin. The sea breeze hit his face with greasy and salty face. The face was wet, but the spiritual platform was much clearer. Song Jiu leaned back, holding the railing with both hands, and greeted the stars in the sky with his face up.

The ship shook, and the vest was supported by both hands. Song Jiu turned his head and saw Ah Yin with loose hair. Ayin laughed at her: "How old is a girl, are you still talking to the Lord?"

Song Jiu squinted his eyes and leaned against the railing. Thinking of something interesting, he said happily, "I will be taller than you in a few days."

Ayin smiled, but for a while, he curled his eyebrows and asked her, "You've been growing like this? Wouldn't it be getting old, ugly, and dead soon?"

She asked, Song Nineteen's face was just an inch pale. She seemed to have never thought about this problem. She shook her heart from side to side like a pendulum. After shaking it five or six times, she grabbed Ah Yin's hand. Ask her: "How can that be good? I, I...in a few days, I will be an old woman?"

She trembled and was so afraid that she would cry. The graceful Li Shiyi, and the old woman Song Shiji, the "cousin" in her mouth, I am afraid that they will become "cousin-in-law".

Ayin originally wanted to frighten her, but when she didn't realize that she was so anxious that she changed her face, so she frowned and thought. After thinking for a while, he said: "You are not a human or a ghost. You must be a little capable. You can't let you come to this world, you will be confused and gone. I guess, you are a growing trend, you may be able to Keep it under control."

"Really?" Song Jiu was skeptical.

"In this way," Ayin flicked the silk and gathered Diao Qiu, "You read silently before going to bed every day. I am beautiful and beautiful. If you recite it a hundred or eighty times, maybe it will be effective?"

Song Nineteen looked at her blankly, seeing Ah Yin's face serious, and nodding for a while.

Seeing Song Jiu muttering a spell, Ayin returned to the cabin, and then took his hand back before hesitating to speak.

Lie to the little girl, will you be struck by lightning?

In the early morning of the second day, Li Shiyi was sleeping with his forehead, and suddenly felt itchy and crisp on his waist, as if he was poking with a stick. She opened her eyes sleepily, really unable to open them, and squinted half of her eyes, bluffing with her right eye, looking at Song Jiu who was a little above.

Song Jiu raised his hand in front of her, turned it back and forth, raised his eyebrows at her. Seeing that she had no response, he passed his hair over and swept her eyelashes down and down.

Li Shiyi caught her hair end, lazy to snot, and asked her in a dumb voice: "What do you do?"

"I," Song Jiu lowered his voice, as if he had been a thief all night, but his eyes were faintly shining, "I am not long."