Reading The Remnants

More than a week, the autumn will be deeper. The sky is high and the clouds are always refreshing, but in Song Nineteen, that's not the case.

She was very worried about Li Shiyi's promise after "healed", but Li Shiyi didn't mention it at all, as if she had forgotten a clean one.

Song Jiu is not a very thoughtful girl, but Li Shiyi’s failure to touch her in the night always makes her feel frustrated. She wants to be very close to Li Shiyi, and she takes it for granted that if Li Shiyi does not touch her. Eleven really likes her, and should have the same idea.

If Li Shiyi really likes her.

Waiting for it to falter and deteriorate, making all fresh cognitions grow suspicious.

After taking a shower, Song Jiu sat at the table in a daze, reaching out to touch the lamp on the wooden table, the glass lampshade was hot, she touched it, and then retracted.

Li Shiyi entered the room with the scent of saponaria, and walked past her. He glanced briefly, holding a clean and soft cotton towel in his hand. She sat down on the bed, carefully folded the towel into the shape of a tofu block with her head down, put it on her knees for a while, and then put it on the pillow.

She stared at the towel, then reached out and stroked the corner.

Finally, he looked up at Song Jiu and patted the empty seat beside him: "Come here."

Her clear eyes dazzled in the light, like the foreign wine that Song XIX carefully observed that day, which made people drunk before they tasted it.

Song Jiu walked over and sat next to her. She looked like she was being led by Li Shi's eyes, looking at her without knowing what to say.

Li Shiyi stretched out her hand and pulled out her hair tucked in her dressing gown. The end of her hair carried the body temperature and fragrance of Song Jiu. She stroked the residual warmth, moved her throat, smiled, and then turned her head to kiss. Live her.

A hunch is coming, and Li Shiyi's uncontrollable eyebrows are dominant.

Song Jiu was kissed between the bed by her, and her hand was gently pressed on the side of the pillow. Her lips and teeth were controlled, so that she could only squeeze Li Shiyi's fingers tensely, which were slender and well-knitted.

She loves Li Shiyi’s fingers, and Li Shiyi also loves her. She **** Song Shiji’s neck and gently nibbles her chin. She kisses all her sweetness like a spark and does not let it go. .

With the squishy touch, Li Shiyi pulled out the hand held by Song Shiji, and wrapped the green softness in retort. No, she was more arrogant, she pushed the blocking fabric away and took possession of it boldly.

She bowed her head and slowly pushed the softness in her hand up, her thin lips hovering back and forth at the bottom of the snow-capped mountain, her unhurriedness became the best aphrodisiac medicine, and the most calming little girl was also impatient.

Song Jiu was at a loss and could only groan faintly. She didn't know why Li Shiyi was able to pluck her heartstrings so accurately. In the dim eyes of her tears, she saw Li Shixi calmly picking the red plum from the top of the snowy mountain. Disturb a pool of spring water.

Kissing is the most tiresome action, and also the least afraid of the distant footsteps of the journey, walking from the top of the mountain to the stream.

Li Shiyi finally took the whole night into his bag. The person she loves is soft, moist, and warm, and is to be held in her mouth and hooked on the tip of her tongue.

Song Jiu felt that she was going to die, so she couldn't even care about her shyness, so she could only ask for what she wanted.

The pleasure became a paintbrush, drawing her eyebrows dazzlingly. The corners of her flying proud eyes grew out of love in spring, and petal-like lips bloomed slowly. Lust took her three thousand hairs, wrapped around an inch long, and urged her mature buds to red again.

Li Shixi controlled and enjoyed her changes. In the trembling midway of the ebb and flow of Song Nineteenth, Li Shiyi told her warmly that the erythema on the back of the neck was the same as the small mole on the waist, but it was temporarily kept by Song Nineteen, and finally all Back to Li Shiyi's hands.

Su Hexiang swallowed the remaining affection, Song Shiji's nest was in Li Shishi’s arms, with a cool sweat and a little chestnut on his body, Li Shishi stood up and took the towel next to the pillow. Gently wipe the excess moisture at the source for her.

Song Jiu's blank head exploded in her movements.

It turned out that Li's eleven folds of towels were just for this purpose.

She felt unprecedentedly fascinating in Li Shi's premeditating. The most touching thing is that she came prepared, like carefully laying a trap for catching prey, and elegantly maintaining the sense of ritual that the feast is about to open.

And Song Jiu was so willing to be a fish that was slaughtered, as long as Li Shiyi's gentleness was a knife.

She rolled over and lay on Li Shiyi's shoulders and asked her: "Do it again, okay?"

Li Shiyi's face was still a little red, but his eyes were very restrained.

Song Jiu rubbed her neck and begged her: "It's very comfortable."

Li Shiyi wanted to laugh a little. She had never thought that Song 19 would react like this, like a cub who had tasted honey, just wanting more.

She lowered her eyes and called her: "Song Nineteen."

"Um?"

"Are you ashamed or ashamed?" Li Shixi squinted.

Song Nineteen was taken aback and lowered his voice: "Do I need to be ashamed?"

Li Shiyi smiled warmly and hugged her: "I need it for others, but I don't need it much."

Song Nineteen bit his lip and smiled, and stuffed his head back in contentment.

In the early morning of the second day, Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu got up very late. When the two went downstairs one after another, Tu’s youngest member had already eaten and went out for a walk, but the five dollars were nowhere to be seen. There are only two people left at the table, Ayin and Aro.

A Yin drank a sip of hot milk, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Song 19, the girl in front of him had pink face, peach cheeks, red lips and horizontal eyebrows, all of which were glamorous. Sentimental and immature finally surrendered, letting the raging amorous feelings attack the city, imprinting a rich beauty on her face.

Her figure is wrapped in a moon-white cheongsam, slender, graceful and graceful. Leaning on the back of the chair at will, she is pleasing to the eye like a Western painting.

Ayin "hissed" and looked up and down suspiciously.

Song Jiu and the two asked early, looked down at the food on the table, only felt that they were too greasy and had no appetite, so they went into the kitchen to cook a bowl of white water.

Li Shiyi followed, washing his hands and picking a handful of cabbage for her.

Seeing the two disappeared, Ah Yin couldn't hide his curiosity any more, and he elbows Arrow who was drinking the juice, and then made a nuisance in the kitchen.

Arrow clamped his hair behind his ears, but did not lift his head: "Done."

Ayin was stunned, but he didn't recover for a while.

Arrow raised his eyes and looked at her straightforwardly. The meaning in his eyes was very clear-Li Shiyi had a relationship with Song Shiji, and Song Shiji's appearance changed astonishingly.

Ayin slapped his eyelashes, lowered his head hastily, holding the glass in his hand, wanting to take a quick sip.

When the rim of the cup reached her lower lip, she stopped and pressed the part of her heart calmly in Arrow's aftermath.

She thought she would be heartache, sad, or forced to laugh or be overwhelmed, but she didn't.

She was just empty, with a slight pain like acupuncture, and it was gone after three or two, and then there was no wave of silence.

This kind of emptiness made her dazed and uncomfortable. She grabbed the silk and stroked her chest twice, then lowered her eyes to drink the milk.

I was eating, but I heard a shout of "Ah!" from the small garden outside. Several people looked at each other and put down their bowls and chopsticks to go out. Just after crossing the threshold, they heard the happy shout of the youngest Tuo: "You, why are you here!"

Everyone saw that Sister-in-law Tu, a servant of the wind and dust, was holding Tu Sishun standing aside, with a few packages under her feet, five coins standing beside her, and the youngest Tu girl pinching her thigh in front of her.

Sister-in-law Tu saw that the youngest Tu was still not growing up, so she looked at him and greeted several acquaintances generously. She was stunned when she saw Song 19, and she didn't even dare to recognize it.

Song 19 ran forward, took Tu Sishun over, and teased him in his arms. Not long after that, Tu Sishun was a big lap, white and fat, very sturdy, and giggled as he looked at Song Jiu.

Seeing that Tu’s youngest boy was still in a daze, Arrow went forward and motioned for the five dollars to pack his luggage into the house. He explained in a soft voice, “You said that you were thinking about relatives to the moon that day. Sister-in-law Tu and Tu Sishun took it over."

Li Shiyi said: "The assassination of Lord Liao occurred in August, and the country is in turmoil. It is uneasy to hear that the Northern Expeditionary army is going north again. Sister Tu alone is really uncomfortable. Our mansion is in the French Concession, and we can take care of each other. It's better than Beiping."

Tu Laoyao came back to his senses, and couldn't say what he was grateful for. He only sent out a series of "Ai Ai" and "Yes yes yes".

Li Shiyi smiled faintly, leaving the reminiscence of the old place to Tu Laoyao, silent for a while, walked to Ah Yin and nodded to her: "Come."

Ah Yin raised his eyebrows and followed Li Shiyi's steps to the swing stand on the other end. Li Shiyi leaned against the shelf, and Ah Yin sat on the swing, swaying twice and waiting for her to speak.

Li Shiyi said, "I have something to discuss with you."

She paused, and said, "I still want to find the statue of Baixun God."

The joy that wasted that day was not only seen by Song Jiu, but also by Aluo, and also by Li Shiyi.

"Since you have found the trace, you can't just give up. Besides, no matter what kind of life you will live in the future, I think it should be your own choice."

Ayin was startled, holding the twine in his hand, raising his eyes to look at her.

She met a pair of frank eyes, and her sincerity made her mind shake. Li Shi's eyes are the most black and white, but there are always mixed emotions hidden in her. She is used to holding words in her heart. You don't ask, she I haven't said it, but if you ask, she doesn't necessarily say it.

But at this moment, her expression was completely transparent, and the direct sunlight made Ah Yin squinted uncomfortably.

Li Shixi lowered his head, thinking about it, and said: "I thought about it a lot. In the past, I didn't say anything differently. I thought I did the same. It's better than saying 10,000 times. But..."

"But," Ayin turned his head back, looking at Song Jiu, who was smiling at Tu Sishun on the other end, "you learned to be honest with her from her."

Li Shiyi pursed his lips and glanced sideways at Song Jiu. It happened that Song Jiu looked up at her, met her eyes, and lowered his head uncomfortably.

Ayin incorporated the eyes of the two into his eyes. She often wondered what Li Shiyi liked Song Shiji. She seemed to understand a little at this moment.

In the past, she, Li Shiyi, and Tu’s youngest were scattered, one leaning on the door to sell laughs, one guarding the cigarette stand, and the other walking the streets and alleys. Perhaps they had small secrets and persistence in their hearts, but they just wanted to live. , So they live very shamelessly, live awkwardly, and live very badly.

However, Song Jiu put everything together, making the youngest Tu who took her out with a sense of responsibility, and making Ah Yin, who couldn't figure out her identity, become defensive, and then all became loving. However, Li Shiyi tore off the rot and moved out of the wooden house.

Ayin smiled, shook the swing, and said to Li Shiyi: "Sure."