Many Doudinger's homes are not so lively anymore. Auntie, Nineteen, Eleven, Youngest Tu, and the two dolls are sitting at a table. The sound of pots and pans colliding one after another. After cleaning her hands, she started to eat, but Chunping still put her face in her pocket, habitually lifted her foot, and handed the steamed bun up from below.
It was really inconvenient to eat in this way. She could have brought her rice bowl and returned to the house to eat by herself, but she didn't want to leave Song Nineteen, so she slowly followed the very cumbersome process.
Song Nineteen asked a few words about the third uncle's condition, and then instructed his aunt to bring the medicinal soup back for a while. He concentrated on taking a few bites of rice, but still had no intention of getting close to Li Shiyi.
Seeing that everyone was eating almost the same, she pursed her lips and said, "There are three rooms in this yard, I have cleaned them all, and after a while, I can lay down a mattress and rest. The youngest Tu lives in the east, ten...you live in the west. Face, I am with Chunping..."
"I live with you, okay?" Li Shiyi held a bowl and looked up at her.
The dinner table was quiet for a moment, and my aunt put down the chopsticks, wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and blinked at Song Nineteen. Mr. Tu sneered "hehe" twice, and took another chopstick of cabbage. Xiaodouding hiccupped and stared at the two of them. He shook the slender bench back and forth and made a creaking sound. Chunping bit the small one. Taking a small mouthful of steamed buns, he took it out of his mask, turned his head and asked Song Nineteen, "I want to sleep alone, okay?"
Song Nineteen moistened his lower lip, but did not speak. On the other hand, Mr. Tu said "Hi" and smiled at Chunping: "Cheng Chengcheng, you sleep by yourself."
"Eleventh sister, I'm sorry you squeezed with Nineteen." Tu Lao Yao's cheeks were stuffed with rice, and even his smile was bulging, "My man, I have to occupy a room."
Li Shiyi lowered his eyelashes meekly, "Mmm", the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.
The night does not care whether people like it or not, in short, it arrives on time. The kerosene lamp is lit in the courtyard, but it is not as bright as the moonlight sprinkled by the patio. Song Nineteen washed up early, changed into cotton bedding, and took it apart. Hair stared at the old locust tree in the center of the patio in a daze. Li Shiyi was chatting with Youngest Tu downstairs, as if he had deliberately asked her to come up first, but it seemed not.
If Li Shiyi was in front of her, she might still be able to restrain her thoughts, but with Li Shiyi at the bottom, her consciousness would not be under control.
She rubbed sesame oil, rubbed fragrance powder, twisted a little bit of rouge in her hand, and kept her movements light and light, just to hear Li Shiyi's movement upstairs.
After a few back and forth, she was finally convinced that Li Shiyi did it on purpose.
Deliberately dawdling and not getting up, making Song Nineteen think of her longer, longer.
Song Nineteen was a little annoyed again. Li Shiyi was always leading her like a kite, teasing her imagination, grinding her attention, grinding it finer than incense powder, and sticking to her in pieces. Between the fingers, the pat is not clean.
Song Nineteen got up and simply fell asleep first, but paused when he was about to turn off the light, and finally left the light behind.
The moment she lay down, she suddenly felt that she should not think of Li Shiyi so badly. She recalled over and over again how Li Shiyi asked her if she was "cold or not." She sat beside her at that time and shifted her shoulders to keep A close but not offensive distance, he put his forearm across his thigh, leaned slightly to look at her face, and the fingers on the other side caressed the raw edge of her gray jacket.
It was this small action that made Song Nineteen capture her helplessness.
Regular footsteps sounded in the corridor, and it was like rain hitting bananas, getting closer and closer, gradually irrigating the core. Song Nineteen closed his eyes and heard the door being gently pushed open, then closed again after three or two seconds.
The isolated line of sight breeds endless imagination. Song Nineteen didn't know whether Li Shiyi was looking at her in the two or three seconds he stopped, and whether he looked at her first when he entered the room. She cares about this little detail so much that she is a little bit troubled.
But she didn't show anything, just listened quietly to Li Shiyi walking to the table. She should have been groomed. She just took off her clothes layer by layer. The innermost layer was rubbing against her skin. It was rustling in Song Nineteen's ears, like an unexpected opening remark.
Song Nineteen still didn't open his eyes, the ring finger resting on the side of his face moved slightly, as if to hide the beat of his heartbeat.
She heard Li Shiyi sniff, as if he had a cold, and then gently poured a glass of warm water, moved his throat three times, only drank one or two sips, and then gently knocked the bottom of the cup, the cup was put down, Li Shi As soon as she blew out the oil lamp, she walked to the couch and lifted the quilt. Leng Xiang pressed a chill into Song Nineteen's skin, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up in an instant.
Li Shiyi paused again, as if she was looking at the little chestnut on the back of Song Shijiu's neck according to the moonlight. She didn't say anything, and got into the quilt, her shoulders gently touching Song Jiu's stiff back, very disciplined lay down.
Song Nineteen was lost, even though she didn't understand what she was expecting.
She put this expectation down in a long exhale, trying not to leave any traces.
The quilt in the middle was propped up, and the cool breeze filled it with crispness, which made the place where it connected with Li Shiyi to be very warm, and it was a little dry.
Song Nineteen waited quietly for a while, but Li Shiyi coughed twice, but didn't do anything else. Song Nineteen's straight back softened, turned his back to Li Shiyi, opened his eyes, and sank himself into the soft bedding.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard long and regular breathing behind her. Li Shiyi seemed to be asleep. Song Jiujin moved his neck, but did not turn his face away, and closed his eyes. Drowsily fell asleep.
Counting Song Shijiu's breath, Li Shiyi, who was lying flat, opened his eyes.
Song Nineteen always fell asleep very quickly by her side, even if she was not willing in her mind.
Li Shiyi turned his head to the side and looked at the back of her smooth neck. A few strands of hair were curled up there, like an inadvertently leaked cuteness.
Li Shi deliberately delayed the time he came up, and deliberately pretended to be asleep to coax Song Nineteen to fall asleep, but just wanted to take a look at her.
She wasn't playing tricks, she was just afraid that she would not be able to restrain herself, that she didn't speak beautifully, or she spoke too eagerly, causing Song Nineteen to frown.
From the first time she saw Song Nineteen, she wanted to hug her very, very much, not only hugging her, but also wanting more.
She looked at Song Nineteen's quiet back and began to sort out the beginnings she had never thought of before. She is a girl, even if she didn't live very much like a girl before, I don't know if she is doing the wrong thing, she is cold by nature, and she has never had any outrageous desires.
The world is chaotic, and the emotions are also chaotic. The fake Fengxuhuang opera troupe, the Qing servant of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, people round and flatten their desires, and indulge them infinitely. It is not uncommon for anyone to have a relationship with whom.
Therefore, when a girl is chasing her, she does not think about gender, and when a ghost wants to be with her, she does not think about yin and yang. She is like a bystander in a world, looking coldly at the spring love that others hold up, and has never been seduced.
This "never" ends with Song Nineteen.
With her as her lining, she realized that the messy people she had seen before were as dismal as this chaotic world. They were the rotten skins on her face, which she used to stick to, and they were the same as this world. It merged into one, and Song Shijiu was the clean skin under the rotten skin. It was smooth and flat, making Li Shiyi face himself and become himself.
At this moment, she longed for intimacy, longing for entanglement, and wanted to use her empty palm to trace the beautiful curves around her, soothe the raised parts and fill in the sunken parts.
She wants to do with her what is absolutely necessary for her in the world, and she also wants her to do this necessary for herself.
Li Shiyi turned his head and sighed softly.
In the early morning of the second day, Song Nineteen got up very early, and when Li Shiyi turned around with Wu Qingxing at the moment, there was no Yu Wen in the bedding beside him. She changed her clothes and went to the courtyard to freshen up.
Song Nineteen Zheng brought a bowl of awake noodles, put it on the table, patted a few handfuls of flour on the cutting board, and then made dumplings with stuffing.
There is nothing to eat in this village, and the stuffing is nothing but smashed cabbage.
Seeing Li Shiyi coming, she held her hands that had rubbed half of the flour and said softly, "Get up."
Li Shiyi smiled at her, she turned her face sideways, a little awkward.
Li Shiyi walked over, thought about it, and said, "I have something to tell you after dinner."
The index finger curled up, and the knuckles were hooked on the table. Song Nineteen glanced at him, and before he could answer, he heard Dou Ding'er's exclamation from outside.
Song Nineteen hurriedly wiped his hands, and walked out with Li Eleven. When he saw Xiaodouding running from the street, he lost one of his shoes and shouted out of breath, "Sister Nineteen. My third uncle is going to die!"
Song Nineteen frowned and stepped forward to meet him.
Xiaodouding gasped for breath, and the cloth covering his lips and nose kept digging into his mouth due to his inhalation, which made him feel nauseated. He simply tore off the cloth, ran to Song Nineteen, and rubbed his forehead. The sweat on top looked at Song Nineteen shiveringly.
Song Nineteen squatted down and put his hands on his shoulders. He twitched and said, "I, my third uncle can't do it anymore, I vomited, I'm going to die!"
His parents were like this before they died, and he remembered them firmly.
Song Nineteen was nervous, and was about to get up when he saw Xiaodouding staring at her, vomiting blood with a "wow".
A puddle of blood spilled on her front, and a small part of the blood smeared on her chin. She looked at Xiaodouding's lips, only the center was a little bloody, and the rest was still pale. Xiaodouding gasped, raised his hand to wipe it, looked down, blinked twice, and said in an angry voice, "I'm going to die too."
This sentence is plain and indifferent, more mechanical than his memorizing the Three Character Classic.
Li Shiyi closed his jaw and looked at Song Shijiu who was silent.
Song Nineteen's shoulders didn't move, he squeezed Xiaodouding's hand with a little force, then gently wiped his lips with his thumb, and then pulled an inconspicuous black iron hairpin in his hair. When he came out, he flipped his wrist three or two times and swiped it twice, and slapped it into a closed folding fan.
She put the fan in her palm, stood up, and looked back at Li Shiyi.
Then he took Xiaodouding to the third uncle's house.
"I can't die," she said softly.