Reading The Remnants

Ah Yin was frightened by Arrow's straightforwardness, and he wanted to go out when his eyes fell.

Arrow grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. With an orchid-like graceful neck drooping, he printed a kiss on her frivolous chin.

There was no light in the neatly built garden, the grass mound turned dark green, and a piece of early autumn leaves was occasionally carried around. The cry of "Wow yeah" broke the silence, causing Fallen Ye to curl up and shiver a few times.

Tu Yaoyao looked at the trapped little ghost, with bronze bell eyes and a bull nose, a big mouth grinning into his ears, a pointed hat on his head, and a red robe wrapped in a red robe.

"Why is this ugly?" he muttered softly.

It was wasted and crept out of the garden. He was about to climb the root of the wall and head into Aro's house. Just after moving his steps, Li Shiyi raised his hand and placed a layer of flames around it like a circle. The circle ignited fiercely, and for a moment of wasting, it seemed to be caught in the back of the neck, and he couldn't move his legs.

It is recorded in the Miscellaneous Miscellaneous Notes that wasting does not like lighting, so he always haunts the night, and if he encounters light, he will be slow to act.

Li Shiyi quickly set up four Zhongkui statues outside the open flame circle before it reacted. The faint blue light underneath burned, and the fireworks burned so exhaustively that they covered their eyes and wailed, like a mouse struck by tongs, immediately. Hit a few rolls.

"It's afraid of this." Song Jiu whispered from the side.

Li Shiyi retracted the right hand of the Fufuzhen, habitually bearing the embers remaining on his fingers behind him, nodded and said: "The "Tang Yishi" said that Xuanzong invited Zhong Kui and tore the wastage into two pieces. Half, swallow in one bite."

"After swallowing, why is it now appearing again?" Song Jiu frowned.

Li Shiyi explained: "Waste is a ghost, which condenses essence and qi to live, and there is strength in the world, which gathers evil to produce consumption, resurrects from death, and lasts forever."

As he was talking, that wasted face with tears, struggling to crawl out, just reached out a hand, but when he saw the red trousers and black boots stuck in front of him, he glared over his round belly and dashing robe. With a bearded iron face.

Master Zhong Kui shook his official hat and snapped his teeth at him. The drumstick of his right hand fell heavily and hit the drum surface on the palm of his left hand. With a "boom", he buzzed, making him dizzy and knelt down when his legs were soft. Go down.

"Big...big big man!" The wasted bone shrank and shivered like chaff, and he couldn't help but kowtow.

Tu Laoyao pretended to stroke his beard and blinked at Li Shiyi like a cramp. Li Shiyi turned his head with his facial paralysis: play by himself.

The youngest tutor understood him, and beat a drum again, shyly, and scolded him with a nasty voice, "Be honest!"

"Hey, hey." I couldn't stop wasting.

Youngest Tuo exchanged glances with Li Shiyi, handed the drum to Wuqian to stare at, and ordered it not to leave the circle, and then walked to the side of Li Shiyi and Song Shiji with a sigh of relief, and cleared his throat. :"How about it?"

Li Shiyi didn't answer, and took Song Shijiu to sit at the table, as discussed in the afternoon, and waited for Arrow to come out before hesitating.

The peanut shells on the table were piled up into hills, and the wastage gradually recovered in the crisp sound of melon seeds, and shrank inside the fire circle, but the two inside had not yet come out.

"It's almost finished a cup of tea." Tu Laoyao held Master Zhong Kui's decent face, spread his legs and put his hands on his knees, his back stood like a green pine, his eyes were greedy in Li Shiyi and Song Shiji's hands. Of melon seeds.

As he was talking, he saw the wasting in the circle stretched his neck and raised his head, sniffed towards Arrow's room, as if he had been tempted to fascinate him, and drooped his eyes and sighed, "It's so happy."

"What's jolly?" Tu's youngest man asked him recklessly.

The wasting moved his ears, and his heart was itchy: "One girl is happy, and the other girl is happy too."

"The one being hugged is happier, oh yes, it seems that the one is happier."

The small hammers in his heart were knocking one after another, arousing the gluttons it could smell and touch, making it extremely uncomfortable.

It stood up, carried its hands on its back, and kept spinning around in the circle: "In a hurry, in a hurry."

After turning forty or fifty times, the youngest Tu was so dizzy, two people in the room appeared. The two came out one after another, Ah Yin hung his head abnormally, wrapped a thin fringed shawl, folded his hands on his chest, and slightly twitched his clogged nose.

Her ears and neck were sweaty, and she seemed to be caged in the mist in full bloom.

Arrow walked behind, still the breeze supporting the moon, a white magnolia without blowing, there was nothing unusual on the face, except that he seemed to follow Ah Yin's greasy hair curled back with his eyes.

The two of them didn't say a word, but Song Jiu blushed inexplicably in this weird atmosphere, turned his head and coughed slightly.

When he turned his head back to meet Li Shiyi's calm gaze, Song Shiji flashed his eyes, and Li Shiyi pressed his thin lips.

Ayin sat on the opposite side lazily, his bones seemed to be heated, and he twisted his body on his forehead, not wanting to say a word. It was Aloring Wuqian who pinched the horns hidden in the tip of the hat on the top of the wasted head, and slipped to the front, and wasted eyeing her for a long while, and saw the Shentu Ling on her waist, which seemed to be clipped by a gong. I was shocked as much as I was stunned for two seconds before kneeling down with his hands and feet and respectfully said: "Master Futi!"

A Yin lay on the table, lifted his eyelids and glanced at the serious Arrow.

She was still weak and pleasant, but with a three-pointed smile with no anger and prestige, she whispered with wastedness: "It's been many years since I have seen you, and you have improved a lot."

There was room in her words, enough wastage to remember that Song Huizong touched Master Yan Luo’s mansion and stole the joy of a little maidservant from her, and was then sent gently and tenderly to the oil pan by this bodhisattva-like beauty. Exploded for a hundred years.

Cold sweat is far more aware of current affairs than it, soaking the sour red robe.

However, he saw Song Jiu, who had been in the dark, coming forward, clearing his messy thoughts, and slightly leaning down to look at it: "I remember it."

She frowned: "That day you climbed up the window to talk to me, and you showed me..."

"What's the matter?" Li Shixi said.

After thinking about it for a moment, the girl was not very attractive in dress, and she was not in the limelight, but Master Yan Luo seemed to treat her very politely, and he even poured a cup of tea for her personally.

Without thinking about it, it slammed its head and confessed: "I was wandering around Sheshan, but one night I was awakened by the joy of this girl. I followed her all the way to this mansion and lurked for several days. I want to steal her happiness, but I don't want her pleasure to be very strong. I stood on the side of her bed and saw her in my sleep a few times, but she froze and refused to give it to me."

"Then happy, what is it?" Tu asked the youngest one.

Master Zhong Kui bluffed the wasting and almost jumped up, and said with a trembling voice: "Say yes, a girl kissed her."

Everyone knew it was silent, and Li Shiyi raised his hand, pressing his index finger against the tip of his nose.

The wastage was eloquent, and my brain trembled like a bean. "I thought about a way, followed the girl who kissed the person, and saw that she was **** her clothes in front of another girl. I was overjoyed and hurried to the scene. Swallowed the image of, vomited to the original girl, and pointed to her."

This girl, that girl, it was a little dizzy on its own. I was wasted and panicked, didn't dare to look up and observe carefully, I didn't know that the three girls were all in front of me, and I didn't realize that everyone was even more silent. Youngest Tu took a breath, and then shut his mouth tightly, only a small slit showed through his eyes, and he secretly looked at his surroundings.

"The girl turned pale immediately and rolled several golden beans. I took the opportunity to **** her joy away and ran away."

The wasting hung his head, waiting for the judgment to come.

In the end, Li Shiyi broke the silence and asked it: "Where is her joy?"

"In my hat." Waste took off his hat and looked inside.

"Find it out and give it back to her." Wuqian said.

"Hey." The wastage responded, and sat down, slowly digging in the hat.

The baby filled with dangdang stuffed in the bottomless pit, it was very difficult to dig out, for fear that the adults would be annoyed, it simply turned the hat over and shook, and threw it away.

What it threw out was a phantom that looked like a full moon, embroidered like a bandage, and embroidered in it were the colorful joys of everyone.

The master of Peking married his new wife, the girl from Shandong gave birth to a fat boy, the guy from Yunnan earned a stone, and the old rhinitis from Sichuan encountered a genius doctor.

It looked and shook its head, and threw the joyous events all over the floor.

Everyone also gathered around and looked for it carefully, but Song Jiu suddenly found an unusual one in it.

That was the joy of a young man looking for flowers and asking Liu, and there was a kiln sister who was so charming and familiar. She was embarrassed in her heart and was busy moving to cover it, but saw A Luo stretch out his hand to take A Yin who hadn't seen him, put her head on her shoulders, cut off her sight, and then softened her eyes. The ground fell.

Song Jiu glanced at her, turned his head back, pinched the one in his palm, and hid it to the bottom.

"I found it!" Waste stood up, holding a big glass-like ball.

Song Nineteen was more happy than others, he was wasted, and he was very reluctant to bear it.

"You tell me how you live so happy, girl." It couldn't help but complain. If it weren't for this pleasure, it wouldn't be caught. Saying to signal Song Jiu to turn around, squat down, stand behind her, move the ball close to her cervical spine, muttering words in her mouth, long experience with sweet joy, flowing into Song Jiu’s body like quicksand .

Those happy brilliance are overflowing, every scene is Li Xi.

"The youngest Tu’s laugh like this is not good, you laugh like this, it’s good."

"If I tell many lies immediately, will I die with you?"

"I'm not a human being, I'm not afraid of calling souls, and I'm not a ghost, chanting doesn't work, how are you going to scare me so that I don't like you?"

"Master Tian is the most tender when the sun goes down, and most of them can wait for someone."

"You knowingly ask."

——I like your knowing and asking.

After Lili's dialogue with the purpose returned, Li Shiyi's heart softened by an inch, and her ribs pushed the tide like echoes, which made her look at Song Jiu thick as warm tea.

When the stars disappeared, Song Jiu opened his eyes, and the expression on his face was still not in place, even a little more woody than before. Li Shiyi stretched out his hand to pull her wrist and asked her, "How is it?"

Song Jiu opened his eyes, before he had time to speak, he suddenly covered his mouth, got up and ran into the house.

Li Shiyi was about to follow, but Arrow stopped her with his eyes: "Take a few times and it will be fine." The same was true for her maidservant before.

Seeing Li Shixi relieved, Arrow ordered the five dollars to take the wasted money and throw it out. The wasted roll rolled his eyes, unbelievable: "I am not punished by your lord?"

Aluo pointed to the direction in which Song Jiu disappeared, and smiled softly: "I won't punish you. When she remembers in the future, she will punish you."

The wasting shuddered, and he was trembling with fear.

Everyone tossed, they were already very tired, and after a few greetings, they fell to rest. Li Shiyi was leaning on the stairs in the dark, and it was very quiet around, and there was no sound of running water. Song Shiji got into the bathroom, and there was no more movement.

She waited quietly for a while, wondering if she should knock on the door now. In the past few days, she has treated Song Nineteen very well. She comforted herself because of her illness. She deliberately indulged her tenderness and appropriateness. At this moment, Song Nineteen was better, but she was a little bit too arrogant.

If she is too enthusiastic, she appears to be anxious, if too cold and distant. She rarely hesitated, and she also became abnormally hypocritical.

I was secretly entangled, and suddenly I heard someone shouting in front of me: "Li Xi!"

She raised her head and Song Jiu stood in front, smiling at her with his eyes bent.

Standing in the moon shadow, she had bright eyes and white teeth, her eyes waved, and she smiled familiar and unfamiliar. What is familiar is her crooked eyebrows and what is unfamiliar is the look of her mouth. Song Nineteen used to have a clean and bright smile, so cute that the world lost its color, but now she has learned to close her lips with restraint, pull the corners of her mouth out of a mature arc, smile so coolly that night and spring love into a dream.

When Li Shiyi was a child, she learned how to cook. Master told her that if you add a little bit of salt, you can bring out the sweetness better. Now she looked at Song Nineteen, and found that she had experienced a little sadness, and she could even draw the person in front of her into a refreshingly clear and graceful way.

She relaxed her heavy shoulders in Song Jiu's smile, and also dispelled all the useless troubles.

Song XIX smiled like a red pomegranate, and asked her: "Why don't you come and just look at me? I'm fine, and you don't treat me anymore. Yesterday, all sorts of expediency, yes no?"

Li Shiyi also laughed, leaning his back against the wall: "When did I say such a thing?"

The corners of Song Nineteen's eyes were bent a little more, but he didn't move. He just stood at a distance: "Then why don't you hold me or hug me?"

Li Shiyi also expanded the arc of the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you hold me or hold me?"

Song Jiu laughed and couldn't help running over again, holding her arm, and walking upstairs with her.

"You confessed to me, can you say it again? I was ill and I missed my joy."

"can not."

"You just waited for me, didn't you?"

"no."

"I still sleep with you, okay?"

"not good."

Before falling asleep, Song Jiu lay in Li Shiyi's arms in this sentence of "not good". She found a comfortable position, put her hand on Li Shiyi's waist, and put it eagerly after a while. On her chest.

Li Shiyi still had no response, but this time Li Shiyi was not asleep, she knew.

The author has something to say:

The waste was eaten by Zhong Kui in "Tang Yishi", and waste was afraid of light and fear of drumming is a folklore.