The third uncle's house is even more broken than Douding's house. The courtyard gate that has not been repaired for a long time is running in the wind. There are several dustpans and baskets covered with dust in the corner of the courtyard. Loofah flesh, and a slick of wood-hard bacon.
Thinking about it, he knew that he would not be patronized by the master, and even the bacon was dejected, hanging on the unbroken hemp rope, as if hanging from a beam.
Song Nineteen went straight into the back room. Auntie covered her mouth and nose. Before she spoke, she cried. She wiped away two tears and sighed, "It's useless."
Song Nineteen shook her hand and patted her two or three times, "Don't panic." After that, he went to the bed.
The room was so small that it seemed crowded as soon as people walked in. Xiaodouding didn't want his aunt to know that he was vomiting blood, so he just covered the cloth and opened his clear eyes. The third uncle lay on the wooden bed, coughing louder than ever, hoarse. The phlegm in his throat gurgled, as if to hold his breath.
His face was paler than the bacon outside, there were not a few flesh left on his cheeks, his eyes were protruding, his eyes were white like a dead fish, and there was yellow-yellow-red vomit on the ground and around his mouth. Farmers, but they have always loved cleanliness, but now they can't care about it, and they don't even have a clear consciousness.
He lay back on the pillow with relief, as if he was thrown in, a pair of big, blue-veined hands clenched into fists and slammed the wooden plank down, he screamed, "Damn, ****—"
Auntie hurriedly wiped away her tears and stepped forward, "Ai".
He shook his head, but choked out a sigh of relief, the air was filled with a strong smell of rust, mixed with a stench that was hard to hide, but he swallowed it hard, looked at the ceiling in confusion, and asked, "Ah Shun what? When will you be back?"
The aunt was startled for a moment, and then she crouched beside the bed and began to cry.
Xiaodouding raised his face to look at Song Nineteen, and said crisply, "Brother Ah Shun burned a month ago."
Auntie didn't do it at that time, pulling his clothes and begging to keep a whole body anyway, but the strong men in the village couldn't help but say that, pushing Auntie, wrapping it in coarse cloth, and carrying Ah Shun away.
Those strong men, who didn't last for three or two days, also burned.
Xiaodouding thought, it's better to burn it. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the bones will not be frozen in the future.
He was a little scared. You said that he had turned into ashes, and the grandfather and mother underneath would recognize him or not? Who is he reciting the Three-Character Classic
He pondered for himself, but did not tell Song Nineteen.
The thoughts stopped abruptly, as if someone was strangling the throat, the coughing and crying also stopped abruptly, and the air-dried loofah flesh entered the meditation together. The picture stopped at the most heart-piercing moment. Master Ren squeezed the biggest opening and closing scene, and fixed the wonderful expressions.
The hovering light was like a silk sash that could be fiddled with, and the floating dust was an excellent decoration. Song Nineteen's hair moved as he walked in the light, his face was light and dark, and the shadows slowly changed.
Li Shiyi's breathing rose and fell, watching her take a few steps to the side of the bed.
She didn't look back at Li Shiyi, but she didn't stop her. Li Shiyi knew that she had other plans, so he pulled out the cigarette stick and put his index finger in his right hand.
Song Nineteen didn't act in a hurry, just lowered his head and looked at the immobilized third uncle, as if he was carefully searching for something.
After a while, I heard a "squeak" sound, like the scream of a young mouse foraging, but it was much smaller.
Song Nineteen listened to the sound, his auricle moved, his wrist turned like an upside-down sword flower, and the black iron fan circled around his fingertips in a complete circle, and struck the third uncle's atrium, Lingxu, and dovetail three points like lightning. The scattered dust on his chest was shaken, and he cried out in shock, as if his tail had been burned.
Li Shiyi took a closer look. There were several earthworm-like nematodes bursting out of the bones of the third uncle, but they were much smaller than the earthworms, but the cotton thread was wider, and the whole body was golden without eyes or mouth. . Leaving the human body, the nematode swayed a few times in the air, and then went straight to Song Nineteen's face. Song Nineteen held the handle of the fan with his backhand, shook the fan face with a "squeak", swiped twice to block the attack, flicked his finger, and knocked it away. Slammed to the ground.
She only glanced behind her with the end of her eyes, and before she took her eyes back, she saw two Lan Yingying talismans attached to the worms, which burned clean in an instant.
Song Nineteen turned his head to the side, his eyes fell on Li Shiyi's hand that had just taken back the talisman paper.
The two didn't speak any more, they just knocked out the plague bugs from Xiaodouding's body, burning three or two of them that had entered their lungs. Song Nineteen retracted the fan and put it behind his head. With a move of his shoulders, the spell disappeared, and his aunt's mourning wailed. The sound didn't stop for a while, but the third uncle seemed to be drained of strength and fell into a deep sleep.
Xiaodouding blinked twice, and touched his chest as if he felt something.
He turned to look, only to see Song Nineteen, who was still nearby, leaning against the wall at the moment, with the back of his head resting on the wall, his chin raised, a little sleepy, Li Shiyi was standing beside her, holding a handle When to put out the cigarette sticks.
Song Nineteen said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."
His eyes were looking at the third uncle and his aunt, but the words were addressed to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi nodded and went out together with her.
It's been a long time since she used the move, and she didn't know if the tendons were stretched. Li Shiyi's palm was a little sore. As she walked, she gently rubbed the tendons that were attached to the ring and little fingers one by one with her thumb.
"That one just now, it's the plague bug." Li Shiyi didn't speak until he walked into the empty street.
"Yes."
Li Shiyi glanced at her: "That's how you saved them?"
Song Nineteen lowered his eyes and shook his head: "The Queen Mother of the West is in charge of punishment in the world and spreads plagues. The plague insects are planted by her, grow from the roots of trees, hide in the five elements, and can be attached by gold, wood, water and fire, hundreds of thousands of lives. nonstop."
Unless the person punished is completely wiped out, the pest will lose its host and will perish on its own.
What Song Nineteen just did was to remove two or three roots that had entered the lungs, and to suspend the disease.
It will grow from the hair, from the soles of the feet, from the crevices of the nails, occupying his texture every inch, invading the internal organs, and eventually exhausting the lungs and hemoptysis.
She froze the sick master, and then killed the plague insects. Although she could save her for a while, she was ultimately a force of her own, and it was difficult to fight against all enemies.
There were times when she saw better during the day, but when she opened her eyes the next day, she heard Xiaodouding running and saying that the family died at night and burned early in the morning.
The pervasive fear is the most suffocating and the most helpless.
She hadn't slept well for several days until she lay beside Li Shiyi.
The loneliness in her eyes was very obvious, Li Shiyi got closer, the back of his hand drooped down, gently touching hers.
Song Nineteen did not move his hand, his delicate and fair skin rubbed against Li Shiyi twice, and there was little obvious dependence in his movements.
Li Shiyi glanced at the hairpin between her temples and asked her, "Is this your magic weapon?"
"Yes," Song Nineteen tilted his head, "It's called Fuguang. I got it back from the Cloud Valley of Mount Huangshan."
In a flash of light, the fan is just like its name, Song Nineteen is just like a dream and a fantasy.
What made Li Shiyi even more concerned was that Song Jiujin took the initiative to introduce her to her, and the helplessness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a warm look in his eyes. Her attachment to Li Shiyi has not diminished in the slightest, as long as Li Shiyi talks to her, she will be better.
She moved her lips, but she didn't tell Li Shiyi that she originally held the fan in her hand, but when she recalled that day when she accidentally remembered the bone fan that A Yin used to fight a snake, she stuck it in her hair just like her. between.
At that time, she missed Ayin a little, but she didn't say it, because she was afraid that Li Shiyi would ask her - what about me
Did you miss me
There are some things that people usually don't want to answer because they are afraid that they won't be able to say enough.
The night was as cold as water, and Li Shiyi still slept with Song Shijiu. Song Nineteen rested very early that day, thinking that it was because he was tired of applying magic, and he had no time to think carefully, so he turned his back to Li Shiyi and fell asleep.
Li Shiyi closed his eyes and recalled the reason for the day in the silent and alienated moon shadow.
The bed board suddenly trembled, and the floor remembered the sound of a broom sweeping the floor. Li Shiyi frowned, opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no movement. She looked thoughtfully at Song Shijiu who was sleeping, and then turned her eyes again. Close.
After another half-stick of incense, Li Shiyi's hazy consciousness was awakened by a scattered low-pitched groan. The groan was extremely restrained, it seemed painful, and it seemed to be powerless. Fruity and aged wine.
The scent of sweating permeates the air, and if there is a layer of mist that seems to have no ground, the bedding beside him is slightly swaying, as if the hibernating spring insects are breaking the ground.
Li Shiyi's heart trembled, and he was more than half awake in an instant, looking at Song Shijiu according to the moonlight.
She was bubbling with scorching heat, wave after wave, the neckline of the cotton nightgown was half open, revealing sweaty cheeks and shoulders, her back trembled slightly, wet blue silk against her slender neck, Climbing into the clothes zigzagly.
As soon as she moved, the strands of hair were pulled, and the shapes were distinct on the white jade-like skin, and the curved shape seemed to have creeping vitality. It was a bow in a cup, a shadow of a green snake, and shot and killed the precarious rationality of the person beside the pillow. Biting the long-held affectionate thoughts of the person beside the pillow.
Li Shiyi's heart was beating like thunder, and he reached out to hold her shoulders, his fingertips traced the shallow socket of his collarbone, and finally pressed his fingertips against her lower jaw, trying to make her turn around.
Before she was willing to exert force on her hands, she felt that the world was turned upside down. She was bullied by Song Nineteen who was carrying a heat wave, and pressed her onto the bed with both hands.
A section of the dragon's tail wrapped in the halo came out of the quilt, dragged it to the ground, and slowly explored along the wall.
"I'm changing Lin." Song Nineteen panted slightly, staring at Li Shiyi with a pair of eyes filled with peach blossoms.
The snake is going to shed its skin, and the dragon is going to change its lin. She has used too many spells in the past few days, and her body has sensed, so she needs to give her a new armor.
Her eyes narrowed coldly, showing some unrestrained wildness. She looked at Li Shiyi's thin lips, rubbed the tip of her nose on her chin, and said softly, "My Very weak."
The tail at the base of the wall fluttered and rubbed against the wooden post.
She said softly again: "My reason is also very weak."
Before he finished speaking, Li Shiyi, who was under him, raised his jaw slightly and kissed her neatly.
The dragon's tail swayed twice, and finally put it on the ground with a retreat, and knocked the wooden board with a wet sound.
The sky and the earth are big, but they only have one pair of lovers, and go to his mother's misunderstanding and disputes to worry about gains and losses.
—I just know that I want you very much.
Song Nineteen's kiss landed on the jaw of the person she loved, rubbing the veins of her neck, and then climbed up the raised hills, biting lightly through the slightly thick cotton cloth, she was still somewhat angry, feeling Li in the back and forth. Eleven changes. The hard top of her lips is Li Shiyi's inhumanity, but the soft support is Li Shiyi's tenderness.
She had to taste it repeatedly before she could swallow all her love through the fabric.
Before taking the next step, Song Nineteen stopped, looked at Li Shiyi's eyes, and said warmly, "I think..."
"Yes." Li Shiyi's answer was very light.
"No." Song Nineteen shook his head, bit his lower lip, as if sipping a petal, and then let go after a little tick, she corrected: "Not all."
"Yes." Li Shiyi still said the same thing.
She paused, then said, "I'll help you."
She doesn't need Song Nineteen to speak out, she understands that not only tonight, Song Nineteen wants to do something outrageous.
Song Nineteen thought that Li Shiyi would argue with her again, blaming her for being emotional, but he never wanted Li Shiyi to say - I'll help you.
Her reconciliation gesture was full of sincerity, and she said these three words into a love sentence.
Song Nineteen put his head on Li Eleven's neck, feeling inexplicably pleasant.
The author says:
1. I made up the plague bug. 2. The punishments and plagues of the Queen Mother of the West are from "The Biography of Mu Tianzi": "It looks like a human, with a leopard tail and tiger teeth and good howl, with a shaggy hair and a scorpion, it is the most powerful and five disabled."