Song Nineteen suddenly understood that in her relationship with Li Shiyi, she never needed to argue about right or wrong. All she wanted was that Li Shiyi cared about her. Just like at the beginning, what made her overwhelmed was never Li Shiyi's attitude about right and wrong, but her sentence "emotional."
But now, Li Shiyi's "Yes" has completely eliminated her previous resentment, made her lighten her bones, soften her heart, and truly become a snake bent on her stomach, clinging to her willingly and kissing her. .
She is such an unreasonable girl, she is such an uninformed girl, Qu Zhi's interests are not worth her will, good or bad, black and white are not as good as she likes.
She stared at Li Shiyi's eyebrows seriously, thinking carefully about why she liked her so much.
Is it because her brows are like green mountains, her eyes are like lakes, or because her skin is like the snow covered by clouds in Changbai Mountain, and her lips are like honey fruit with dewdrops in the mountains and forests.
She bit into the candied fruit and felt that it was nothing like it. There was no fruit that was more delicious, more fragrant, and more fascinated than Li Shiyi.
The entangled breath gradually warmed up, and the hands that tamed the little beast explored everywhere, from the bare shoulder blades down the spine, fiddling with jade beads to count the unevenness of her spine inch by inch, this is the pillar of her life, the support that supports her. Etiquette, rules and ideas.
Further down, there was the smooth waist like the edge of the bowl. The delicate skin gradually became rough and connected to the scales covered in layers. When Li Shiyi touched the scales, her waist trembled heavily, like a fish being sprayed by waves. pushed to the shore.
The fish was stranded, lips parted and thirsty. Song Nineteen and Li Eleven were entangled with their necks, their scales snapped together, and they were extremely thirsty.
Li Shiyi's hand gently and meticulously caressed her scales, even the fingernails accidentally touched the tender flesh under her scales, but she did not show any curiosity about her real body. Slowly stroking, his eyes firmly fixed on Song Nineteen, but he seemed to have scrutinized her from the inside out.
Song Nineteen was too emotional to resist, the tip of his tail trembled and trembled, leaving unbearable marks on the ground.
This is her return to the nature of the beast, releasing her instinct, wild and unruly.
No matter which form, she can't escape the control and enlightenment of these hands, which stimulates her love, in a state of being unstoppable by gods and Buddhas.
She finally returned to the mountains again. Her chaotic heartbeat was like the bulging belly of a frog, the dripping sweat was like water droplets piercing through stones, and her thoughts were like the stars in the sky, which were clearly extinguished, and the ghosts were unpredictable.
On the other hand, Li Shiyi's hand is a deep and rotten Tianhe, an order in the chaos, a gathering in the scattered, a certainty in the unpredictable, and a possibility in the impossible.
She called her in a short, hoarse whisper: "Eleven, eleven."
Song Nineteen suddenly realized his long-hidden selfishness.
Xiaodouding called her "Eleventh Sister", Chunping called her "Eleventh Sister", and since she was conscious, she only called her "Eleventh".
It was an inadvertently destined premonition, a premonition that I would call her so obsessively and softly today.
If there is no etiquette from the beginning, there will be no excuse to blame Meng Lang again.
In the early morning of the second day, the youngest Tu boiled the shaozi and invited a few girls out to eat noodles. Li Shiyi answered the door, and the youngest Tu turned to another room. Just raised his hand, he called Chunping who opened the door. face to face.
Chunping always got up early, and she was used to living with Song Nineteen. She didn't cover her face for a while, and when she saw the youngest Tu, she was still stunned, and then she held her face with both hands and covered her lips and nose tightly. Reality.
"You can't see me." She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling with anxiety.
"I saw it." Mr. Tu denied.
Chunping opened her eyes, closed them quickly, and said something in her mouth: "You didn't see me clearly."
The youngest Tu was happy: "Why didn't you see it clearly, the double eyelid has sharp eyebrows, Yuanbao nose and chicken mouth, and it looks like a mouse."
His metaphors have always been blind, and it is only when he speaks that he feels a little strange.
Chunping didn't pay attention to this, and only covered her face with annoyance. This old uncle Tu looked duller than the old rusty knife, but his eyes rolled quickly.
So she put down her hand and stopped struggling. She just said to Youngest Tu, "I'm not from here. Sister Nineteen told me not to show my face to others."
"I see, what can I do?" Mr. Tu didn't understand, "You want to chop me?"
According to the story, the thief Jiang Yang shows his face, and he must be silenced.
But he only took a breath of cold air and looked at this little girl suspiciously. She was weak like a son of a bitch. Can she kill Grandpa Tu
Chunping only looked at him sadly, shook her head and covered her face in a muffled voice.
The talents had just gathered, and Xiaodouding came running quickly, pulling his shoes again. He was kicked by Song Nineteen yesterday. He regained some energy, and panting around the table, eagerly guarding the bowl of noodle soup.
"Why did you get up early to make noodles?" Li Shiyi's nasal voice was glutinous.
Song Nineteen coughed, and his nasal sound was also waxy.
"It's thirty today." The youngest Tu laughed "hehe" and gave everyone a gift.
This is still his daughter-in-law's ancestral craftsmanship. Tofu, pickles, and minced meat are minced, put a piece of lard to fry until fragrant, then add a few eggs, simmer in hot water, and then thicken soup with glutinous rice flour. , that's called a savory flavor. Although there is a shortage of meat and lard today, he made a simple one, which was lively and lively.
As soon as Mr. Tu said it, everyone remembered that it was New Year's Eve, and it was hard to count the days away from home. In addition, the village had been ill for several months, and there were few people in the village. The gun battles were not prepared, and the Spring Festival couplets were not posted.
Life is still short, who will celebrate the New Year
Xiaodouding held the noodles and didn't use chopsticks. First, he licked the soup on the top of his head, squinted his eyes and tutted, and then said to the youngest Tu, "Uncle Tu, just be a cannonball!"
This kid didn't see him at all, and the youngest Tu laughed at him: "You're so stubborn."
Xiaodouding shook his head: "My father said that the cannonballs are for the beasts of the New Year. You made the cannonballs, and I took them to the village and ran around the village to frighten the plague beasts, and you might be scared to death."
"You carry it and run." Mr. Tu scared him, "It's hard to say, you'll be killed first."
Xiaodouding was not afraid at all, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "If I die, I will die, and the third uncle and aunt will live."
Li Shiji's chopsticks paused when he heard Song Shijiu ask him, "Why?"
Xiaodouding said: "The third uncle is a good man. He dug the new well in the village. A good man should not die."
"I'm not good, I have burned bird eggs."
Song Nineteen was startled, raised his hand and touched his head.
The liveliness could not last for half a day, and at night, the moon became lonely again. Mr. Tu really made a "gun battle" for Xiaodouding. He chopped up a few pieces of bamboo, punched a hole in the center, threaded a string with hemp rope, and tied it to his waist. When he ran, the bamboo tube slammed on the ground. , There is a bit of firecracker movement.
Xiaodouding was overjoyed, pulling the bamboo tube and running wildly, walking around the house around everyone, and then ran to the cold and cold street, running and shouting, going from house to house to drive away the plague beasts.
The sound of "huahua" gradually faded away, and Mr. Tu gradually pulled his consciousness back, and Tong Chunping sat by the patio, watching Xingzi keep his age. There is no melon seeds and beans in his hand. He is not used to it. He just beats his calf indiscriminately, and doesn't know who he is asking: "What do you think Sishun is doing?"
"You said that Grandma Yin and Silly Hades didn't eat dumplings?"
No one answered him, only Chunping leaned her head on the corridor, touched her forehead, and then touched her forehead.
Song Nineteen and Li Eleven came out of the room, and they both changed into blue long trousers, and they showed the same character as ink characters under the shadow of the moon. Song Nineteen set his hair aside, while Li Shiji wore an unusually high ponytail.
The floating light black iron fan turned in Song Nineteen's hands. Li Eleven was empty-handed and slowly put on his gloves.
The two confessed a few words to Youngest Tu before going out. Before crossing the threshold, she heard Chunping shout from behind: "Nineteen sisters."
Song Nineteen looked back at her.
Chunping glanced at Mr. Tu and pressed her cheek again. She wanted to ask Song Nineteen, she met Mr. Tu this morning, Mr. Tu was not from the house in Chongqing, she met later, she Why didn't it burn.
She was thinking about it, but she didn't speak for a long time. When she looked up again, she saw Song Nineteen smiled reassuringly, and said, "Come back and tell me."