Reading The Remnants

Waiting made the night long, and it also gave birth to many possibilities in the sky.

Li Shiyi was wearing a crow-blue gown, before going upstairs, just sitting in the living room and carving a small gadget with a lamp. The wood in his hand is long and slender, and the delicate knifework has carved out neat scales, and his fingers cover the deer-like horns at the top, sweeping the sawdust off the top.

Only halfway through, she stopped. She had never seen what a dragon looked like. In the New Year pictures and in the books, the longan protruding viciously, like a copper bell, is very mighty, but with the tip of the knife against the wooden surface, she always feels that she should have delicate eyelids, raised eye tails, long and thick eyelashes, and Shui Lingling pupils.

If you smile openly, you will squint like a crescent, and there are lying silkworms piled up with honey.

She put down the wood carving and began to miss Song XIX.

Speaking of it, she still came up with the name Song Nineteen. She hadn't thought about it at first, so she called it casually and perfunctorily. I don't know if she likes to hear her cold and indifferent "Nineteen" or the respectful "Nine Masters" from others.

Her old friends, Zhu Wei, Yu Shi's concubine, what do they usually call her? Is it Azhu or Ajiu?

Ajiu, Ajiu, and Li Shiyi also found it a bit pleasant.

I never minded which one is greater, "Nine" or "Eleven."

She tightened her gown tightly, stood up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of boiling water, while blowing while she leaned against the table to sip, she looked up at the pendulum that was swayed by the Western clock twice, then she straightened her body and opened the door. I want to go for a walk in the yard.

The old wooden door screamed loudly, as if a piece of meat was cut off after opening and closing. Li Shiyi frowned, but looked up to see Song Shiji standing in the courtyard.

There are many heart-pounding moments in the world that are "just right" and "fortunately", for example, the person I just missed just appeared in front of me, and the appearance of Song Jiu can also be said to be a good thing.

Li Shiyi stared at her earnestly. It was still the moon-white cheongsam in front of him. The raccoon hair of the coat was stained with two broken leaves, and the hem of the clothes had two insignificant pieces of dry ashes.

Her curly hair was drawn a little messy, and her beautiful face was surrounded frivolously and casually, which was more vivid than the regular appearance.

What is more vivid is her expression, her eyeballs are clever and lively, but her eyelids are lazy, the corners of her mouth are slightly hooked, and she doesn't know whether to laugh or not.

Li Shiyi looked at Ye Lu by her temple again, as if she had been standing for a while.

She was a little annoyed, thinking that she had just sculpted so intently that she didn't hear her footsteps.

"Where did you go?" Li Shiyi asked, his voice like the wind diving into a dream.

Song Jiu's answer even disturbed Qingmeng. She said, "You know."

The expression in her eyes was calm and tacit, and the person opposite always knew where she was.

Li Shiyi's eyes moved, thinking of hearing the sound of breathing from the roof when he was sitting and lying in the bath tub.

On the roof, Song Jiu was lying on his side by the high brick spine, with his cheeks resting on the back of his hands, and the undulating curves of his body were as beautiful as the mountains outlined by the hands of the sage Danqing. The same as when she was in Zhongshan, she exhaled and inhaled, opened and closed her eyes, quietly thinking, and quietly feeling the body temperature of this courtyard.

The jackdaw stopped on her waist, the leaves fell in her hair, she came from nature, and returned to nature.

But in the end it was different. There was no crisp sound of Ah Yin when he threw mahjong in Ying Ciao's cries, and the sun, moon and stars couldn't bear the slight movement of Li Shiyi's snort when he smiled.

She closed her eyes, and they were full of Li Xi.

She still likes her so much, that love was not compressed by the expanded memory, but unwilling branches grew in the gap, scratching her heart softly.

After listening to her whole ups and downs of breathing, Li Shiyi realized the coolness of the water in the wooden barrel when she recovered. She stood up and walked downstairs to draw out the sound of dominoes. Song Shijiu usually loved it. Her entertainment did not lure her.

Her favorite snack did not lure her.

At night, you would still hear Song Jiu's breathing. Li Shixi lay on the bed and waited, waiting for her breathing to become long and regular, waiting for her to enter a sweet dream.

She often held back her worry about whether she would catch a cold, and often wanted to put on an outer garment for her who was sleeping.

Even if she was born with a divine bone, the temperature of the mortal dust couldn't help her, she could only make Li Shixi's worries useless.

However, the softest part of the human heart is called useless work.

Song Nineteen looked at her and said, "You knowingly ask again."

Li Shiyi asked again and again knowingly, but Song Jiuwei followed him with a sentence whether she liked it or not.

The tension in Li Shiyi's heart came to the realization that termites eroded her internal organs like wood worms. She was not scornful to Song Jiu, on the contrary, she had no confidence.

Song Jiu grew up in a honey pot, and was born sweet and harmonious. This was the first time that he had a rift with her. However, Song Jiu will find out one day that falling in love is not a honey pot, if she accidentally tastes a bit of astringency. And suffering, will there be remorse and vacillation.

Li Shiyi moved the ring finger holding the cup, and only then did he realize that the water in the cup was piping hot.

Song Jiu had a full view of her small movements. She rolled up the corners of her mouth slightly, stepped forward towards Li Shiyi, and started to speak.

The tip of her tongue flicked between her lips and teeth, and she smiled for half a word. She didn't know whether it was "Ling" or "Li". Finally, she said: "Li Shi, you also have today."

She should have said this a long time ago, assuming that when Ling Heng was deeply rooted for her own death and life, she hummed it contemptuously.

What she said was this sentence, but it was so soft, so sweet, so unwilling.

She looked at Li Shiyi, and suddenly felt a sense of fatalism of reaching the same goal by different routes.

"In the past few days, I have thought a lot, and I am a little unconvinced."

"Unconvinced, I lowered my post and said I liked you, but you turned me away."

The unrestrained and unrestrained Nine Masters were cultivated into such a warm look. The man took advantage of the fire and abducted his own heart. He even put himself in a posture, and finally reluctantly accepted. Down.

She looked at Li Shiyi with some pride that Song Jiu had never had before. This pride made her look shining, but she did not reveal her former sharpness, and was wrapped in a soft coat.

What was softer than the look in her eyes was her words. She said, "But you let me in after all."

The young girl standing in the moon-filled courtyard also seemed to be standing in the heart of Li Shizeng's closed door to thank guests.

"I was just below, looking at your window, I thought, if you open the window and look at me, I won't care about you."

"You didn't open the window, but you appeared in front of me. What should I do? I never expected it, but it seems to be better than I expected."

"I want to blame this unreasonable trajectory, but I don't know where to blame it."

Her words were sincere and gentle, which stretched Li Shixi’s chest to infinitely expand. She had never been so moved. The hot water in her hands lost her consciousness, as if she had no sense of hearing. She just wanted to sink into Song Shiji’s eyes. Inside, sinking into her one-piece lips.

She saw Song Jiu tilted her head and said, "But you shouldn't guard me, you are wrong about this."

Li Shiyi pursed his lips and said dumbly, "Yes."

Song nineteen laughed, put his hand behind him, and said, "But you guarded me because I was too strong, right?"

Li Shiyi's smile came from his lips, and he nodded: "Yes."

Terribly powerful. Walking, sitting, lying, verbal expressions are all at the point that Li Shiyi can't let go of. She is the most powerful spirit Li Shiyi has dealt with, and it is also the most difficult tomb she has ever visited.

Song Jiu was happy, lifted his heels and lifted it, and stretched out his hand to hold Li Shixi.

Holding her hand, she suddenly sighed. She couldn't tell anyone how she felt when her memory was awakened, as if she was a patient who had been paralyzed for a long time. Her body began to feel sensation from her toes, and she felt numb inch by inch, and then began to move. The numbness made her extremely uncomfortable. I want to return to the bed, but she needs these legs so much to walk to Li Shi's side intact.

Either Ah Jiu, or Nineteen, she was finally a complete girl, had a heavy yellow beam dream, and she had a real lover by her side.