Reading The Remnants

The night looked like a huge beast, and the lights in the Forty-Nine City were all clear. Li Shiyi and Tu's youngest did not even say goodbye, so they went back to their respective houses. The cold wind hula hula slammed the wooden door, Li Shiyi embraced Song Shijiu and entered the room, kicked the door up, put her on the wooden bed, took out a camphor-flavored buckwheat pillow from the cupboard, and placed it on her head. Next, I hit hot water again and sat on the bedside to wipe her body. Seeing that she was not noisy and well-behaved, she couldn't help but stretch out her index finger to slightly touch her fat chin, and muttered to herself: " what are you?"

Song Jiu stared at his big eyes and spit out blisters in confusion.

Li Shiyi laughed, his left hand supported his right shoulder and got off the bed. After thinking about it, he moved some black charcoal from outside, and burned a charcoal basin.

After the action was completed, she was already very tired, she forced her eyelids to boil the water, and then she relaxed her muscles and bones and sat in front of the mirror. Song Nineteen lifted his chin, kicked his legs, struggling to roll over, and looked at her curiously.

In the sparse moonlight, she saw Li Shiyi take off his gray robe, put it on the back of the chair casually, twisted a hot towel and burned the right cheek, the steam mist misted the mirror, Li Shiyi I didn't need to look at it, but he carefully and carefully tore off the softened piece of rot from his face, as if tore off a piece of painted skin attached to the bone.

The last bit of adhesion pulled her skin up, and then retracted, vaguely red marks appeared, the skin under the rot was smooth and flat, as white and tender as a newborn, she wiped off the floating dust deliberately wiped on her face little by little. The coal-filled eyebrow line, black, black, yellow, and yellow dyed a towel, only then did she reveal her original face like green mountains and green waters.

Her face is not beautiful, nor is she a bit gorgeous, she is still clear and watery, and her facial features can’t pick out the length, but she is beautiful and beautiful in one place, which makes people want to see the second one. Eyes, nothing seems enough.

Song Jiu blinked his eyes, blinked again, and printed this face in his ignorant pupil.

After Li Shiyi wiped his face, he took off the melon cap again. The dog-biting bangs were free from oppression and spread out smoothly. She poured a pot of boiling water and put on a towel to wash her hair outside the door. Her movements were very fast, and she washed it clean in twos or twos, splashed the water out, and walked in with the enamel basin.

She was wiping her wet short hair, while she was standing on the table with a kerosene lamp and flipping through a few books. The fragrance of saponaria was warmed by the lamp and wrapped around her slender fingers.

The first word that Song Nineteen learned was probably clean. In the burial chamber of Hessenson, in the noisy red world, and in the noisy army, I ran into a very clean Li Shiyi.

After the hair was dry and the sleepiness was gone, Li Shiyi sat outside the door and blew a cool breeze as usual before entering the door and lying down next to Song Jiu with a quilt. Seeing that her eyes were still open, he turned to her side, put his hand on her waist and patted twice, and whispered, "Sleep."

Yubi retracted his hand and leaned it against his face. After a while, he closed his eyes and breathed smoothly.

With a kick on his short right leg, Song Jiu tried his best to turn over and lie on his side, staring at Li Shi's hand, put his fleshy fist to his cheek, and then closed his eyes to calm his mind, and fell asleep.

The wick ran out of kerosene, and the last bit of light was taken away by the howling cold wind. The clapper knocked a few times, and the thick bedding was half hanging down. Inadvertently, he would strike sparks, and there was a white and tender little man like lotus root on the bed. , Rolled over to the ground with a round buttocks, held his legs along the bed and stood up staggeringly.

The little man's clothes were only half-covered, he walked around the tables and chairs ignorantly, walked out of the house ignorantly, walked to the stairs and stopped for a moment, then he sat down with his calves and buttocks. Before going to bed, the wind blew like that for a while, then got up and entered the house.

When she went to bed again, she was already a lot sharper. She crawled to Li Shiyi's side with both hands and feet, pulling up the bedding for herself. Seeing Li Shiyi lying on her back, her hands folded on her abdomen, her slender legs crossed, she stretched her body. I stretched two calves and wanted to screw them in one place, but I couldn't learn it anyway, so I gave up and fell asleep with his head tilted.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Shiyi finished freshening up and put on a disguise again. He glanced at the bed deeply, and walked to the table in deep thought. A paper man with a thumb-length was found in the cowhide book. He lifted the cinnabar pen on the side to write a few casually. After reciting another word, the paper man stood up immediately, stopped steadily, and bowed politely, with a childlike voice: "Eleven."

Li Shiyi said "Well" and knocked on its head: "Call the youngest Tuo here."

The paperman led the way, slid down the table legs, stood along the root of the wall, picked up a dead leaf and placed it on his forehead, and ran away in a hurry.

Here, Tu’s youngest member made a meal for the mother-in-law. He was sitting in the yard washing bacon with a bench. Suddenly, a small piece of dead leaf swam from the root of the wall, floating towards it as if being carried by an ant. When he stopped at the time of the bacon, he was wondering. Seeing the leaf turned over, revealing a small paper-cutting figure, he bowed respectfully: "Tu youngest!"

Youngest Tu Yao almost jumped up from the stool with horror, pointed at it and said, "You, you, you...what are you!"

The paper man understood the etiquette very well, and stood on his legs: "I will call you over on eleven."

After speaking, it raised the leaves of the tree again, like a gentleman holding an umbrella.

"Eleven sister's message baby?" Tu Lao Yao looked at it slantingly, and then reached out to pick up its leaf umbrella, and put it back when the paper man resisted. He wiped two handles on his trouser legs and walked to the kitchen: "You... wait a minute, I just made porridge, and sent two bowls to Sister Eleven."

Not long after, the youngest Tu took a basket and went to Li Shi's family together with the paper man against the root of the wall.

The old hen from the house next door had just laid an egg and giggled in inviting credit, breaking the staring silence of the youngest Tu Yao and Li Shiyi. Tu Yaoyao grinned, and reached out his hand to the bed in disbelief. Tuhuazi was struggling: "This, is Song XIX? The one I took back yesterday?"

Li Shiyi nodded, leaned against the wall with his arms, and the sunlight jumped in from the tips of her hair.

"Dear mother!" The youngest Tu Yao looked at Song Nineteen on the bed, his face was still round like a silver plate, only the chin was slightly retracted, and the eyebrows were still those eyebrows, but they seemed to be magnified by the diorama. , Changed into a floral cloth dress, at the moment sitting drunkly on the side of the small bed, looking at him blankly.

Youngest Tu pulled her hand, took her foot again, and took a look at her hair over ears. I couldn’t understand how the baby who delivered her baby yesterday grew up overnight. What looks like a year old?

Li Shiyi curled his lips, shook his head helplessly, walked to the side of the dining table, took out Tu's youngest food, and sat down with his legs hooked, holding the porridge bowl and taking a big sip.

Youngest Tuo stared at Song Nineteen with a lingering fear, before sitting down with him, knocking on a salted duck egg, thinking and asking her, "Isn't it a monster?"

"I don't know." Li Shiyi still said this.

"She won't eat it?" The youngest Tu Yao suddenly remembered this.

"I fed it yesterday and didn't eat it."

The youngest Tuo added a bowl of rice to his heart, and thought to himself, "What is the origin? Or else, go to the coffin and ask again?"

"No," Li Shiyi shook his head and explained in detail, "After a person is dead and reborn, there will usually be one or two souls remaining in the coffin. This is the essence of the question. The spirit is weak in form and is a matter of no owner. If he wants to answer, he must first ask him where he came from, and then ask him where he returned, so that he can regain some consciousness, and then he will have memories of his lifetime."

Tu Laoyao was stunned for a while, and the action of peeling the eggshell also slowed down.

"And after the soul has a little spiritual knowledge, it can only answer one question. If you ask too many questions, the soul has thoughts, it is very easy to refine the soul, the soul gathers the soul, and the soul cultivates the body, and it becomes what ordinary people do— -A sneaky thing."

Youngest Tuo could hardly understand. In short, a coffin can only be asked three times, and one answer is too much.

He slowly sighed: "There is still this particularity." He licked his mouth anxiously: "How can this be done?"

Li Shiyi put the bowl aside and said in deep thought, "After dinner, go out with me."

The more difficult the world is, the more lively the fireworks and willow alleys are. The hutong roads are soaked with the greasy gouache smell, which leaks from the cracks in the brick walls and piles up on the faces of the hairpins leaning on the door and selling smiles.

Youngest Tuya smiled and avoided the silk thrown by the young girl, teasingly touched Li Shiyi, who was not squinting: "You are familiar with the road, you can't see it."

Li Shiyi was holding Song Shiji with one hand, and seeing her clinging to her neck, holding her small head and looking around curiously, he pressed the back of her head with his left hand and gently pressed it down, making her bend over herself. Shoulders.

The little breath was moist and warm, and her curled eyelashes flickered between her neck. Li Shiyi glanced slantingly and caressed her soft waist calmly.

The wooden ladder rattled, Tu Laoyao and Li Shiyi entered a courtyard, then stepped up the stairs, then walked around a few hollow and carved wing rooms, and stopped at the end. Before Li Shiyi raised his hand and knocked on the door, he heard a soft and delicate voice: "Come in."

The room was burning with lily-scented tent incense, gurgled Lu'an tea, a handful of melon seeds and shells were thrown on the ground, the shells were stained with fresh rouge, and long, slender, white legs swung out from the seams of the cheongsam. With an exquisite embroidered shoe, dangling over the melon seed shell.

After shaking it three or two times, the embroidered shoes fell to the floor. The owner threw the seeds in his hand on the table and leaned against the table: "Oh, where's the girl doll!"

The youngest Tuo hadn't recovered yet, and only smelled the fragrance. The girl deceived her and hugged Song Jiu. She sat back on the low stool with her legs and stroked Song Jiu's hair and mouth twice. The love and affection inside will overflow: "What a handsome girl, don't you eat milk?"

While she was talking, she was about to unbutton the cheongsam, the youngest Tu yelled, covering her face and stepping back: "Don't don't, don't tell!"

"Bah!" The girl gave him a sip, stopped moving and hugged Song Jiuzhu, "I want to feed him, and I have to have it."

Youngest Tu’s eye showed through his hand, and saw the girl handing Song Jiu back to Li Shiyi with a smile, calling her: "Eleven."

Li Shiyi hooked up the corners of his mouth secretly, and nodded: "Ayin."

Tu Laoyao put his heart back in his stomach, and then he had time to look at the girl called Ah Yin, with watery eyes, small mouth, lush white nose and pointed chin, with a three-point smile at the corners of the mouth when he spoke. The waves were picked up, and what he was carrying was the beauty of a very bad family woman.

Ayin seemed to know Li Shiyi's intentions, and ignored Tu's youngest boy. He only softened his waist and walked towards the dressing box. From a drawer, he found a kit, which was the same as the one Li Shiyi used in the tomb. Ayin stuffed her in her hand: "Here, one coin of wormwood, one coin to grow rhinoceros, three coins of basil, half a tael of white wine, and soaking the tobacco for 36 days, just as before."

"Ho." Tu's youngest boy looked at him with admiration.

Li Shiyi took it as kindly as possible, and opened the door straight to the point: "There's one more thing."

Ayin smiled deeply and raised his eyebrows sharply: "I have touched the bones of the baby just now. It is neither a ghost nor a human."

Li Shiyi frowned, bit the second knuckle of the index finger habitually, and thought silently.

"Mogu?" The youngest Tu Yao couldn't help but uttered.

Ayin chuckled and knocked the melon seeds again: "Since the eleventh is willing to bring you here, there is nothing to say about it. I ate a line of rice with the eleventh, only different sects, Mogu in the south, and coffin in the north. Have you heard of it?"

"No." Tu's youngest shook his head honestly.

Ah Yin rolled his beautiful eyes and stopped paying attention to him.

But I heard the youngest Tu Yao looked at her suspiciously: "Those who eat this line of food, do this selling business? Isn't the craftsmanship good?"

"Fart!" Ayin tossed the melon seeds without showing any anger on his face. "Others are selling themselves, and what the old lady is doing is ideal."

Tu Laoyao slobbered: "Is it ideal to do this activity?"

"You know what a fart." Ayin didn't look at his stupid appearance, and secretly exchanged glances with Li Shiyi and asked if she owed him a lot of money.

Li Shiyi still looked like a clear soup and lacking water, only slightly raised his eyelids, picked up Song Jiu and wanted to say goodbye.

But I heard Ayin say: "Since you have come, I happen to have a business. I am unhappy recently, and I don't want to fight. I only ask you, do you want to go?"

She held the silk and stretched out a finger, and Li Shiyi turned around and sat down: "Say it."