Reading The Remnants

The sound of thunderstorm smashed Xiaolou's lazy bones, and the dream woke up from the gloomy sky. Ayin leaned against the window and took a silk bird's nest that he brought from Shanghai. With silver scissors, he carefully picked out the fine hairs. A Luo sat aside in a cloak, turned a page of the book and coughed.

Her body bones are inseparable, except that the rainy days are a bit repetitive, and her back is wet and cold, like the rheumatism of the uncle next door.

She coughed, and Ah Yin frowned, but didn't say anything, only secretly speeding up the action of picking the bird's nest feathers.

There was a noise in the corridor, and Li Shiyi and Song Shiji went downstairs. Ayin secretly saw that the two were not in the same place as before, leaving half the distance between the front and back, and without even pulling up their hands, they only walked down one side with the handrails of the stairs.

Li Shiyi didn't look at people, staring down at his feet, walking steadily and lightly.

However, Song Jiu still held out his hand at the corner to help her, only took a little bit, and then drew it back with restraint.

Something is wrong. Ayin wrinkled her fine brows, her eyeballs swept back and forth.

The distance between people is a matter of knowledge, and the most familiarity is usually polite, and the most ambiguous part is precisely the alienation after approaching.

The two greeted Ayin Aluo, but Li Shiyi did not explain why Song Jiu came back. He sat down on the sofa with his right hand loosely clenched his fist against the end of his nose, and coughed quietly twice. , Song Jiu moved his ear, reached out his hand to touch the kettle on the table, picked up and leaned forward to pour a cup of hot water for her.

When she handed it to her, she was still staring at the tabletop, as if the newspaper on top was worth exploring, and the raised back of the hand was just a random movement.

Li Shiyi took it and took a sip against his lower lip.

Her expression was very tired, she didn't even have the desire to read a book, she just put her arm on the armrest and rubbed her eyebrows tiredly.

After rubbing her eyebrows, her eyelashes trembled twice, her eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes narrowed vacantly.

Song Jiu put down Erlang's legs, stepped on his high heels, got up and lit a lamp.

The room was bright, and the gully between Li Shiyi's eyebrows was smoothed instantly, she held her forehead and pressed her lips, with an inconspicuous smile in her eyes.

Ayin looked at Song Jiu, who had returned to the sofa seat and immersed himself in reading, and then looked at the idiosyncratic Li Shiyi, and cursed a **** in his heart.

It seemed that a kitten who was just full-month old was scratching her heart boredly, with a little bit of pain in the itch, and scratching her rampant curiosity infinitely.

"What to eat?" Li Shiyi finally said, with a thick nasal voice, and his voice was a little dumb.

Only then did Song Jiu turn his head, tuck the drooping hair behind his ears, blinked and glanced at Li Xi's lips first, and then thought about it seriously.

The moment she raised her head, there was nothing in her eyes, and she was confused as if she was wandering away from the sky. With a glance, Ah Yin knew that she hadn't even looked at a word at all.

This kind of absent-minded expression Ayin was very familiar, as was the idea that he was so clear that he could miss the fermenting by his side. There is no need to ask Arrow this time, she understands it herself.

Li Shiyi was asleep, and should have been tossed asleep.

She suddenly gave birth to untimely compassion. Why did she have such a strange emotion, she can't tell, but she always does it, and when she encounters indescribable gossip, she will first sigh in her heart-guilty.

In order to coax Song Jiu back, he paid such a price.

"Are you copying your hands?" Li Shiyi asked again, speaking with a smoke-like ending. When the smoke dissipated, his thin lips touched up and down, and his smooth white neck was retracted by inhalation, hiding the blue veins in the coat. Also moved with it. Song Jiu may not be able to say what sexiness is, but she feels the unprepared attraction in Li Xi's texture and veins.

In the past, her attractiveness was concealed in a dusty face, but now it is evaporating more and more. It seems to have brewed enough wine for years, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are very sultry.

But this sultry has a natural sense of proportion. It is not offensive and not excessive. It stretches out sharp tentacles like a snail, and shyly retracts when it touches the spring sunshine.

Just like at this moment, she didn't wait for Song Jiu's answer, but when she was shocked, she lowered her eyes with feeling, and did not even pick up her brows.

So Song Jiu said, "Eat."

The drooping eyes lifted up again, and Li Shixi said, "I will do it for you."

"I'm coming." Song Jiu stood up and said in a low voice, "You rest."

The two entered the kitchen one after the other, except for the collision of pots and pans without making a sound. But Ah Yin's heart was pounding. In the rejections just now, the desire seemed to be sprinkled by the spring rain, uncovering roots and budding.

So she put the bird's nest down and asked Arrow: "The snake is a divine beast, and so is the candle dragon, isn't it?"

Arrow didn't know, so he coughed softly, "What?"

"What is the relationship between this dragon and the snake?" For example, what is the same clan from the same source?

The suspicion in her eyes was not concealed, Arrow reacted and smiled slightly: "No."

He took the pot, but found that there was no vinegar, Song Jiusu liked to eat sour, so he held up an umbrella and asked Aunt Zhao to borrow some from the alley. Li Shiji put on his clothes and went with her. He was walking across the threshold with his sleeves on. When he looked up, he saw Song Shijiu holding an umbrella, his eyes falling on the courtyard gate.

The sky in front of the yard was like water for washing pens, piled with wet dark clouds, raindrops falling like beads, ticking chill into the bones. There was a dark shadow in the place leaning against the courtyard gate. The young saplings planted before the spring were so high that they almost merged with the old wooden gate.

When I got closer, the two clear dots in the dark shadow moved, which revealed the breath of living creatures.

What kind of shadow is this, it is clearly a little girl with yellow face and thin skin.

The little girl wore an indistinguishable padded jacket. She was in tatters and could not cover her body, but the exposed skin seemed to be rolling across a pile of coal, dyed darker and lighter black. The only color was white and miserable whites of the eyes. , And frostbite like rotten radish on the hand.

She leaned on the door and let herself shower herself. Holding the door with one hand, she withdrew her drenched cotton shoes. She stared at the glamorous Li Shiyi and Song Shiji in a daze. Huizi sniffed, and stretched out his hand to pull at the hem of the quilted jacket.

She shook her hands and pulled it twice, but still couldn't cover her body, so she stopped asking for it. After a while, she raised her hand and pulled the messy braid again.

The straw on the braid was soaked and it gave off an unpleasant rot. She seemed to want to take it off, but she couldn't figure it out anyway, so she only shrank her neck, as at the beginning, with no expression on her face. Staring at Song Nineteen.

She stared at Song Jiu’s warm fur-collared coat, at her well-cut cheongsam, and sluggishly glanced at her clean high-heeled shoes. At last, her small throat moved, as if she could smell the hand in the door. The fragrance of my eyes finally gave birth to some envy sporadically.

Before she came back to her senses, she heard two sounding footsteps, and a warm fragrant wind enveloped her. She stared up and saw Song Jiu quickly walked to her and squatted down in front of her, wrapped in her cashmere coat. The trembling body, the umbrella was pushed to one side.

She frowned and asked: "Why are you here alone?"

The little girl stared at the person in front of her, but she didn't speak. The rain fell from Song Nineteen’s eyelashes, and even the embarrassment was so embarrassing. It turned out that the rain was so snobbery. When it fell on the bitter house, it was the gravel smashed into the well. When it fell on the good house, it was the decoration of the reclining railing. .

The rain stopped abruptly, and Li Shiyi propped up the umbrella, lowered his head and said softly: "Go in."