Reading The Remnants

Li Shiyi took Song Shiji back to the house, took a pot of hot water from the small stove, filled her with a cup of Lu'an tea, and kept her face washing water at the right temperature.

Song Jiu took the towel kerchief that Li Shixi had twisted, buried his face in the hot and humid water vapor, took a deep breath, and heard Li Shiyi packing up the book.

Li Shiyi picked up the scattered letterheads, organized them one by one, and clipped them into the book cover. The sound of the letter paper seemed to have a fragrance of ink, which could comfort the tiredness of the journey.

Song Jiu finally had the impression of "coming back". It was concretely embodied in Li Shi's movements, dispelling her sense of wandering over the years.

Turning a page again, she heard Li Shiyi ask: "Since you remembered it, what did Zhu Nai say?"

Song Nineteen put the veil on the wooden shelf, turned around and leaned against the side, with his hands on both sides, blinking and said: "Think about it, it's not bad to be a pig."

"The current situation is chaotic, food and meat are soaring, it's not cheap."

She spoke seriously, but the smile in her eyes was very sly makeup, and she even raised her eyebrows slowly and looked into Li Shi's eyes.

Li Shiyi let go of his pursed mouth, shook his head and laughed.

She finally laughed, smiling calmly and clear, still like the most romantic Yun Shu Yunjuan in Song Jiu's heart. Song Jiu faintly looked at her, walked to the table, and sat opposite her, with a hot cup of tea in the center, she looked at her with her hand through the fragrance of tea, and said, "Just before I spoke, you were scared. "

It is a declarative sentence, and Li Shiyi's answer is not required.

Then came the question: "What are you afraid of?"

The fragrance of tea smeared Li Shi's brows and eyes, like a sip of fruit tenderly, Song Shiji moistened his lower lip, unaware of how **** his actions were.

She just curled her eyes and said slowly: "I just have a memory. Is it possible that tomorrow, if you have a memory, you don't want me?"

Her voice is still soft and soft, like a sweet fruit wine in the throat, sweet at first, and drunk at the second.

Li Shiyi began to feel that there was a temptation to be late, which was slowly kicking off.

But what the person on the other side said was terribly serious, she said in a low voice: "You've been worried, it's my turn."

I don't know if Lingheng, who didn't look down on her in the past, has the slightest gentleness of Li Shiyi when he speaks.

Song Nineteen lowered his head, his index finger drew a circle along the tea cup: "I'm going to pass it."

"Today I am with you without any complaints. In the future, if you hesitate a little bit, you will not be able to help me, so that you will have a guilty conscience."

"This is the scheming you never taught me. I only use it to deal with you."

She bit her lip, her eyes flickered, half innocent, half arrogant, half Li Shiyi's beloved girl, half a predator returning to regain her strength.

What she wants to plunder is Li Shi's unreserved love, which is now the first clear-cut drum of war.

The war drum beat in Li Shiyi's heart, rumbling, and it was like a prelude to a spring rain, thunder was rolling in the sky, and then a patter of rain would fall.

It will end up overwhelmingly, and will nourish all craving creatures.

Li Shiyi said: "Yes, I am afraid."

When Song Jiu opened her eyes, she was scared, afraid that she was no longer the same she was before. Henggongyu said that when she was born with love, she was afraid, fearing that the love she did not know would have an absurd cause.

When A Luo said that Meng Po Tang was scared, she was afraid that there was something unforgettable in the predecessor that Song Jiu had completely forgotten.

She thought about countless ways that she might be torturing herself, but she didn't.

She was not lucky since she was a child. When my mother sold her to her master, she only said she was learning crafts. It took her a month or so to understand that what her parents said to see her was fake.

Relying on each other with the master, reading and practicing, the first time she opened the coffin and found the golden skewers on the bones, her calf trembled, and then she knew what kind of food she was eating on weekdays. It is the meal of the dead, the meal of the dead that is condemned by the gods.

Later, every time after nine deaths, she made the worst plan. If she could save a life, she would feel lucky.

And Song Jiu told her that the word "lucky" is not only as small as "survival", it can be very big, it can be more and more.

Every time she crawled out of the pile of dead people, she looked at Song Nineteen with a look like the sky again. That was the most fragile and the hardest.

Song Nineteen was disturbed by the look in her eyes. She lowered her throat and said softly: "The memory of the past is a memory, isn't the memory of our acquaintances a memory? Who said that we have to put it on the scale? I'm not."

"The world is changing, and the mind is full of thoughts. If the former me was not the me of this moment, will I be the me of tomorrow? Is this me of this hour or not the me of the next hour?"

"Which me is in your heart?"

"You used to say that yesterday, all kinds of things, such as yesterday's death, today's all kinds of things, such as today's life. You are the most transparent, the most intelligent, but now you look forward and backward, fearful of your head and tail?"

She tossed several questions in a row, and Li Shiyi's brows frowned slightly. She was speechless again, vaguely remembering that this was the third time. The last time she asked herself why she couldn't like her, the last time, it seemed that on a bustling but empty street, there was an angry little boy who raised his chin to argue with her against her Zhu's guilt.

Song Nineteen then shut his mouth warmly, and it took a long time before he said, "Look."

"Past and present, you can't even talk about me."

"I can't beat you in this and previous life."

"So some things are probably destined. And those that can be changed at will, it doesn't matter if you want to."

The tea soup was cold and the heat dissipated. Song Jiu's face was clear and translucent, swaying in the candlelight.

She said: "There is something irrelevant, I want to change it at the moment."

Li Shiyi snorted in his heart, with a subtle foreboding, as if someone was pulling her heart and gently pulling, and then gently stroking it in the next second.

Song Jiu reached out to her and pursed his lips: "Come here."

Li Shiyi hesitated for a moment, walked to her, and then she was caught by her wrist and sat sideways on Song Jiu's legs.

Song Jiu circled her, watching Li Shiyi suspiciously lift one of his eyebrows, and then he put his perfumed lips close to the red mole on the side of Li Shiyi's neck.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, her voice as low as if she was whispering, "I want you."

Want eleven, want Lingheng.

She moved a little away, and her eyes were filled with pink. She looked at Li Shixi with such a drunk look and asked her, "How about?"

Li Shiyi's breathing was slightly confused for a moment, but she only hid the reserved Yunxia behind her ears, and her face was still cold. She stared at Song Shiji from top to bottom, and put her right hand on her back.

She asked: "Then what?"

"Then, I'll beg you." Song Jiu grabbed Li Shixi's hand.

"How to please?" Li Shiyi's eyes were about to disappear.

"Ren Jun picks it up."

The most beautiful love word is called desire. The three words spoken are that I want you.

Want to want you when you write, when you draw, want you when you wake up, want you before going to bed, want to occupy your complete body and time, want to be your emotional master, and a worshiper of your thoughts.

She wants to repeat Li Xi with all the shameful gestures that she has imagined and dare not think about.

Also, the seal that has never been given away before will be engraved in the warmest moisture in a different way.

She will have a hearty love with her, and then have a long and wonderful dream.