Reading The Remnants

Song Jiu returned to the room as usual. Li Shixi rarely read a book. She sat on the bedside and folded a few blue-gray jackets. She raised her eyes and glanced at Song Jiu, as if there was a broth on her face. Shui smiled and asked her: "Wash your face? I pour water."

With a "um", Song 19 sat on the edge of the bed with his arms folded, staring at Li Shiyi's folded clothes in a daze.

She even folded her clothes neatly, and the creases were square like frames.

She thought about it, always felt that Li Shiyi was not like this in the past. She used to be casual and free, digging out the coffin and pouring out her coffin. If she was really afraid of the cycle of nature, how could she eat this kind of food?

She looked at Li Shiyi who was pouring water with a copper kettle, and felt a certain spirit looming in her body.

"Look at what?" Li Shixi paid attention to the movements of his men, and lashed his eyelashes coldly.

"I was thinking," Song Nineteen's heel tapped lightly on the bedboard, "Ling Heng is really awakening."

Li Shiyi paused, and squeezed the copper pot upside down, and put it down unhurriedly, before turning his head to look at Song Jiu.

She is so philosophical that Song Nineteen's unfinished words don't need a bit of comment. Song nineteen panicked. She originally thought that what she was afraid of should be the return of Ling Heng no longer having her in her heart, but she never thought, what if she didn't like Ling Heng?

This thought frightened her and made her guilty. She only glanced at Li Eleven, then looked away.

Li Shiyi stood in the room, half of the moonlight hit her face, fascinating like an immortal, the index finger of his left hand was placed on the shelf of the basin, and the palms began to sweat.

She squinted at Song Jiu, and suddenly realized that she had never understood herself.

She thought that her change was because of Lingheng, because of Taishan Mansion, because of that illusory identity. But she alone knew it, not at all.

In the past, when I was alone, the sky was the cover and the ground was the house. It was the girl named Song Jiu that made her look forward and backward, weigh so much, and be afraid of the bad ending.

She believes that the same is true for Lingheng, or that everyone in the world falls in love the same, and no one is spared.

She looked at Song Jiu with dry eyes, clear and clear, and could hardly see the first grievance that bred in her heart.

Li Shiyi used to face outsiders with a veiled face, but now she faces her lover with veiled emotions.

In the end, she didn't say anything, just scratched her finger on the wooden frame quietly, wiped off the superficial sweat stains, and then twisted her kerchief sideways.

The misty hot water relieved certain fragile emotions in a timely manner, but the winter night was really long, and this winter was also really long.

Song Jiu took a deep breath, not knowing why he had a relatively speechless moment with Li Shiyi. The little girl who whirled around Li Shiyi before was like a seedling that had been smashed and caught off guard. The posture grows into an adult.

It seems that because of Chunping, he was grasped by the palm of a young man and instantly became an adult.

Song Jiu walked over, stood still behind Li Shiyi, stretched out his hand and gently pulled her sleeve, lowered his voice and called her: "Eleven."

Li Shiyi didn't turn his head, with the veil in the palm of his hand, waiting for her to speak.

Song Jiu tried his best to make his tone lighter, but when he spoke, he still brought three points of prayer: "I told you before, if I did a lot of bad things, you must forgive me."

Her heart fell so badly that she pulled her original delicate throat. She could only swallow and swallow her saliva to prevent the spread of sourness.

She didn't want to send Chunping back, she wanted to keep her.

Li Shiyi straightened his back, turned around, put the twisted veil into Song Shiji's palm, closed his jaw, and sighed, "Ah Jiu."

She called the person in front of him for the first time, Ah Jiu, yelling warmly and solemnly.

She said: "I can tolerate all your mistakes."

Song Nineteen raised his head, hope in his eyes seemed to fade, clearly extinguished.

Li Shiyi paused, then said: "The premise is that you have to correct it."

The light in the pupils went out with a "pop", faster than any gust of wind.

Song Jiu lowered his eyes: "I can't do it."

Li Shiyi had never seen Chunping's scarred feet, nor did she know what the world would be like more than ten years later, but she did.

Whether she has a spiritual connection with Chunping, or whether she is naturally sensitive as a beast, she just knows.

She slumped her shoulders weakly and said softly: "I just remembered, maybe, I don't have that great ability."

"I don't know how to send her back, what if it is wrong? If it is sent to the next year, will there be more waves?"

She frowned and talked, stubbornly like a little beast without rules.

She worked very hard to ignite the hope in her heart, moisten her lower lip, and said: "I should keep her. I can keep her from going out. In the coming year, I..."

She talked for a long time, but Li Shiyi remained silent. When Song Shiji's eyelashes fanned the fluttering young butterfly, she heard a cold voice: "When you left Qin Liangyu in the world, what did you think? ?"

Do you also have the self-righteousness and can't bear it, thinking that you have done a good thing that everyone likes.

The cruel words were like a needle, piercing through the splendid embroidery of Song Jiu's meticulous knitting.

Qin Liangyu? Song Jiu raised his head abruptly, his eyes dimmed towards Li Shiyi.

"General Qin was a ray of soul when he stayed in the world. Although the other souls are incomplete, they can also fall into reincarnation. Therefore, she can stay in your enchantment and coexist with her reincarnated body."

"But Chunping is different."

"She is a living person. In a few years, she is going to be born, how can there be two Chunping in the world? And if she can't be born, will this one Chunping still exist?"

"Or, do you want to turn her into a ghost?"

Li Shiyi was even so aggressive that he was so gentle and unspeakable, his eyes from top to bottom seemed like a spring breeze, soothing the faintly disturbed girl.

Song Jiu's face was completely bloody, and her delicate lips were also dry and cracked. She was silent for a long time, and when the towel in her hand was cold, she came back to her senses.

She murmured: "It seems there is nothing wrong with being a ghost."

It's better than going back to endure inhuman torture.

Her eyes wobbled up and blinked slowly, as if praying for a life-saving approval.

Li Shizheng stared at her, and shook his head for a long while.

She was extremely disappointed.

"You clearly know that if Chunping doesn't go back, the war may be longer and the casualties will be heavier. The torture that can be seen on one side is torture, and the one that is invisible on the other side is not torture?"

"I can't save the person in front of me, so what can I do with me thousands of miles away?" Song Jiu bit his lower lip and retorted vigorously.

Li Shiyi took a deep breath, pursing the corners of his mouth, Chu He and Han Jie clearly understood.

She said: "If what you see is suffering, and what you miss is not suffering, then should it be called goodness or selfishness?"

Song Nineteen's shoulders trembled, and he was stunned by Li Shi's words, his eyes were squinted by the fire, and he looked at her silently and hollowly.

She is selfish. She has always been like this. She was born in Zhongshan and grew up in Zhongshan since she was a child. There is no justice in her world, no black and white, no rules, only closeness and non-closeness.

However, Li Shiyi asked her with the mercy of the gods and asked her to personally send the people she loves to inhuman places.

Her voice finally gave birth to an uncontrollable choking, she said: "I am not a god, nor a human being, Lingheng, I am a beast."

Do you understand what a beast is?

It depends on breath and instinct to judge likes, it depends on the life in front of you as soon as you open your eyes, it is unrelenting in fear of life and death, it is the death of thousands of people, and it is necessary to rush to protect the jewel of the heart, there is no education, no knowledge, no The beast who understands the trade-offs and the pros and cons.

She didn't say this, she just looked sideways at the fireworks on the table, and heard Li Shiyi say in a slow voice: "You used to be a beast, but now you are a human. You can read and write, and the governor is reasonable. Xia Ji, Qin Liangyu , You should have remembered the lesson from the past."

She paused, and the last sentence was almost a sigh: "But you are always like this, emotionally."

As soon as the four words fell, the western clock happened to hit twelve times. The clanging bell was not noisy, not even as noisy as the firecrackers of the children playing downstairs, but it seemed to be some kind of destruction in Song XIX's ears. The verdict of mountains and seas shattered her cherished predecessor.

She instantly understood why this winter night was so long.

Because there was fog in her eyes, frost under her eyelashes, but the rain was warm, it seemed that her eye sockets were too cold.

She looked at Li Shiyi through the thick mist. She held her hand since she was born, and put her in her heart since then. She learned how to dress and eat, and walked north and south with her. She was angry and reluctant to spend the night, but she gave sporadic love, but she could stay for a long time.

If she is a human, then she can really be a silly girl in the sky and the earth.

Song Jiu lowered his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, sniffed, then raised his head and put Li Shi's face into his eyes.

She nodded and admitted: "I am emotional."

"I'm so affectionate that I chase you like this shamelessly." The little girl bumped into her indifference time and time again, stood up again and again and laughed at her irregular clothes, and happily went to lead her. Hands.

"I was so sentimental that after you undressed others, I handed myself over to you." Even when the happiness was stolen from wasted, I cheered myself up and couldn't bear to worry her more. An hour.

"I was so affectionate that I abandoned all the faces of the Nine Masters after knowing all the reasons I had with you." She was sure that she would not leave, so she didn't even have the act of chasing, and she really was so unbelievable. , Lying every night on the roof where she could hear her breathing, finally summoned the courage to walk back to the bleak yard.

She didn't even give face to the teardrops she tried hard to restrain, so she rolled out disobediently, causing her chest to tremble with sobbing, crying utterly, spineless, and without any self-esteem she should have.

She raised her hand and wiped her tears, and said nonchalantly, "I'm really emotional."

The grievances accumulated for a long time have never disappeared. She was firmly suppressed in the sweet and greasy love before, and also firmly suppressed the long-lost self-esteem. Now they fought back, slapped her in a hood, unable to fight back.

She also didn't want her own eyes to be so small. But a woman usually does this. She doesn't remember the upper limit of feelings, and always remembers the lower limit of feelings. For example, she may not repeatedly think of the swords and fires that live and die together, but she will definitely remember that she woke up drowsy one day, You refuse to peel an egg for her.

Li Shiyi listened to her cry, with an expression she had never had before, as if she put a knife-cut heart on her face. She should have come forward to hug her, but she couldn't take any steps anyway. .

The joints of the hand were white, and the blue veins on the weak wrists were rising, but she still stood firm, with extremely sour eyes, looking at Song XIX motionlessly.

It turned out that Song Jiu had so much unwillingness, and it turned out that her love with her was not as healthy as she thought.

Song Nineteen's choked questioning struck her shrunken heart like a violent storm, and some things that had been buried without a trace were drilled in the gap.

That cold and indifferent person seems to be unbelievably unfeeling. However, hasn't she been hesitating, fearful, and worrying about gains and losses? Hasn't she ever been afraid that Song Jiu's dependence is not love? Hasn't she ever been afraid that she would regret a little after awakening? Just now, when she read that she was unfamiliar with Ling Heng in Song Jiu's eyes, how did she persuade herself to wear a napkin for her calmly?

Just as she never mentions that Song Jiu once possessed herself, is it shy, reserved, or worried that if she knows it, will she be embarrassed or embarrassed when she retrieves her memory?

And what is the reason for the fact that she has been decisively procrastinating on going to Jinyun Mountain in search of cruelty?

Her throat swallowed and swallowed, her nose fluttered slightly, but she didn't squeeze out her throat when she wanted to confess. She looked up and looked at the empty bedroom.

The napkin was thrown on the table without mercy, and it was as weak as its skeleton.