I thought about it for three or two days, but in fact, I don’t need to think about it for three or two days. But the squirrel got a chestnut with a big head, and he must hold it in his arms for two days, and the candle dragon got a long-planned candy, and he must keep it in his laughter for two days.
She remembered the first time she had an affair with Li Shiyi. She was hit by the towel and handkerchief repeatedly folded by the other party, and was hit by the words carefully prepared.
Now she is hit by Ling Heng's "don't have to".
It turned out not to be "others don't have to intervene", but "I don't have to fight you for so long".
In fact, she still has a lot of things she doesn't want to understand, such as whether Ling Heng fell in love with her when he was picking pets in the sky, or when he first saw her in Taishan Mansion, or whether he fell in love with her when they were fighting. . But she was willing to make Ling Heng's heart think longer and longer.
She thought again, did Ling Heng fall in love with her early, but waited calmly for two or three hundred years, made up the Zhu Yan incident into a small trap, and only waited for the reckless her to break into the door
A Yin is right, between partners, occasionally guessing hearts can be regarded as fun.
After staying for another day, they set out on the way home. Song Shijiu, Li Shiyi and Tu Lao Chunping said goodbye to the people in Hejia Village. The third uncle's body has been worn out for a long time, and he is still empty. My aunt wiped her tears with her sleeves. She picked up a few handfuls of vegetables that were still oily. She originally caught a chicken, but she was hungry for a long time. He only took out a few eggs, boiled them, wrapped them in a clean cloth, and stuffed them into Mr. Tu's bag.
"Girl." She couldn't say goodbye, she only shouted this sentence.
She knew that Nineteen was not an ordinary person, and she also knew that the elimination of the epidemic had something to do with her, but she had no knowledge and was afraid that she would not speak well, so she just squeezed her hands and rubbed them together.
Song Nineteen looked up at her. My aunt had been crying a lot recently, her eyelids were loose and folded for several layers. She looked at her, her face was blurred, and her heart froze for a second.
"Sister Nineteen." Xiaodouding leaned against his aunt, still wearing outdated "firecrackers" around his waist. He twisted the thread lightly and heavily in his hand, pulling it once and then again.
It was his only toy, and his only weapon.
He felt that he was a little hero, and no one knew that he dragged firecrackers from house to house until he was exhausted and scared the plague beast back.
But heroes don't have to be told. He never speaks.
Song Nineteen said a few words with them, and then dragged Li Shiyi to the entrance of the village. It was foggy that day, the snow on the mountain still hadn't cleared, and the ground was creaky when walking. Fortunately, there was sunshine behind the snow-capped mountains. When he came out, Song Nineteen narrowed his eyes.
She looked back with feeling, the village with ink tiles and white walls still looked like an ink painting. The gray villagers huddled together silently, their jackets rustled, and they were not in great spirits. , just stretched his neck, most of them had no friendship with Nineteen, and they all regarded it as a lively event.
A few women turned their heads with their children, and were about to go to the place where the smoke was born.
Xiaodouding ran a few steps and stopped again, with a crackling sound behind him.
Song Shijiu turned around and leaned on Li Shiyi's shoulder, holding little Chunping in his hand.
It's all a formal goodbye, and it's hard to miss.
On the second day, I rested in a nearby village, and at noon on the third day, I felt the liveliness of the town, and there were ox carts coming back from the market one after another. It was very hard to travel all the way, and when a few people saw a simple tea stall from a distance, they stepped forward to rest.
There were few people in the tea stall, the boss seemed to be a retired village soldier, with a long knife scar on his forehead, he came up to add tea, and wentssip with a few men at the adjacent table.
The youngest Tu brought a bowl of tea soup, Gulu took a few sips, and listened to the student movement in Shanghai by the neighbor's speech, so he overheard a few words. The skinny monkey on the right is well-informed, and anyone who speaks can speak a few words.
He handed the youngest Tu two beans, and asked him, "Where did brother come from?"
"Originally from Beijing City, now the world is chaotic, and I can settle down everywhere." The youngest Tu clenched Hudou in his back teeth, "Just came from Hejiacun."
"Hejia Village?" Thin Monkey's face changed.
Li Shiyi moved his right eyebrow and turned his face to the other side.
"Ah," Mr. Tu smiled when he saw his face, "Hey, the plague, good morning."
He wanted to brag a couple of times, but after thinking about it, he stopped. Although Li Shiyi didn't promise anything, he was better than the five coins around Arrow.
So he shook his head and shook his thighs, and concentrated on peeling the beans.
But seeing the thin monkey's complex expression, he laughed dryly: "You are also very lucky."
The youngest Tu raised his face and heard something was wrong: "How do you say it?"
"I don't know yet?" Thin Monkey and his companions handed over a color, slapped the chopsticks on the table, and pulled their mouths down, as if they were mourning, "Avalanche two days ago, they all died."
He raised his chin and raised his brows, as if irritating him and said, "The whole village."
The fat brother on the opposite side was then scared, and was a little scared, his eyelids and cheeks were shaking, his mouth was as white as putty on the wall, and he turned his head to look at Song Nineteen.
Song Nineteen passed Mr. Tu and looked behind him. His breathing was slow and smooth. His thumb nails were digging at the chopsticks, and he didn't use much force, as if he was tickling.
Chunping was so frightened that she was speechless, her hurried eyes turned back and forth between Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi, but Li Shiyi only pursed her lips, sighed, and asked Song Nineteen, "Are you still eating peanuts?"
Song Nineteen came back to her senses, swallowed two or three times in her throat, and the fluff behind her ears stood up hotly. She tried her best to calm down, and felt her chest swell with soreness. Tears.
She stretched out her chopsticks, trembled a little, put them down again, and looked up at Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi sat beside him and looked at her with the eyes of an adult.
Song Nineteen lowered his head, thought about it, and asked her, "You already knew that, didn't you?"
"Yes." Li Shiyi nodded.
The fate is like this, not a plague, but something else.
"When did you know?"
"From the time I knew that Aro loved Ayin very much, but didn't interfere in her life and death." Li Shiyi calmly.
She sighed again: "I told you."
Life and death are orderly, don't mess with the time.
"However," Song Nineteen looked at her with blinking eyes, "you still let me get rid of the epidemic and almost lost my life."
She couldn't tell what the echoes of the shock in her heart were at the moment. In short, it was sour and astringent, but also enlightened and tame.
She felt Li Shiyi caress her cheek with his eyes, and said to her, "There are many things that we don't necessarily understand from the beginning. There are also many things that we know from the beginning are useless."
She paused and said softly, "I am willing to accompany you to do useless work."
As long as you finally understand, finally understand, then it is not nothing.
Li Shiyi's last eyes fell on Chunping, his eyelashes were gently fanned, and then he lowered his eyes.
Resting in a nearby town at night, the town is very small, the inn is broken, and there is a musty smell in the wooden building that cannot be concealed.
Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu finished grooming early, and sat at the table reading a book. When they spread it out, there were a few pages of rice paper from Chunping's calligraphy practice. Li Shiyi took it out, thought about it, and suddenly said, "I want to. Have you been taking her with you?"
It wasn't an order, and it wasn't a coercion. It seemed like she was just asking casually. If Song Nineteen said to take it, she would accompany her without asking any further questions.
But Song Nineteen hesitated. She looked at the scattered handwriting, and her eyes gradually blurred.
She asked, "If she goes back, will she still remember us?"
"I don't remember." Li Shiyi said. And, all traces of her will disappear.
Song Nineteen took out the photo of Tong Chunping, put it on the table, and stared at it in a daze.
The door was tapped three times, and Li Shiyi tilted his head in response, but it was Chunping.
She was wearing a slightly longer jacket, with the cuffs covering her nails, reminding Li Shiyi of Song Shijiu who always wore big clothes when he was young.
"What's wrong?" Li Shiyi's voice was very gentle.
"Can't sleep, talk." Chunping walked in, closed the door obediently, and took Song Nineteen's hand to sit at the table.
Song Nineteen had something on his mind, and even smiled reluctantly.
Seeing her like this, Chunping blinked twice, and suddenly smiled: "Nineteen sisters, tell me, am I smart or not?"
She seldom started talking so proactively, and she never asked for any compliments. Song Nineteen couldn't come back to his senses for a while.
Chunping said to herself, "I think it's smart."
"That day, when you went out with Eleventh Sister, I originally wanted to tell you that I saw Uncle Tu, but there was no fever. The next day I understood that Uncle Tu was not a human being."
"You and Eleventh sister rescued Hejiacun, but you were so injured that you couldn't wake up for several days. When we left, we heard that Hejiacun died in the avalanche. I understood again. My mother often said that the king of hell called you three. Even if they die, they will never leave anyone until the fifth watch. Individuals have their own destiny, and they can avoid the first day of the new year, but not the fifteenth day.”
"I..." don't want to stay in a place that doesn't belong to me, and I don't want anyone to take on and take risks for me.
Chunping raised her head and smiled: "Sister Nineteen, send me back."
Song Nineteen had a hunch from the moment she said the first word, but she was still shocked when she heard this. She choked her throat and looked at her. Her wet breath made her eyes blur quickly, but she gritted her teeth and kept in mind. Li Shiyi, who lived the rest of her life after the disaster, told her not to cry.
"I've been eating and drinking warmly these past few days, but I've been thinking about that all day." Chunping stared at her embroidered shoes.
"On the other side, there are still many, many people who are suffering disaster. If I... If I am because of one person's stealing life, I will make them suffer another day, an hour, and a second."
She bit her lip, her eyes glowing with warmth.
Li Shiyi stepped forward and held her shoulders.
Chunping sucked in her snot, and when she raised her head, she still tried her best to laugh, and she didn't care whether the smile was shabby or not. She racked her brains to think of the words to comfort her: "I am blessed, and the city of Nanjing will run out. The nineteenth sister and the eleventh sister are not ordinary people. After that year, if you remember me and come to Chongqing to find me, I will be in the temple at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. I don’t remember when you got there. As soon as you ask, you will know.”
"If I'm gone, if I'm gone..."
After all, she couldn't help but let the tears fall with a "slap", and wiped them away very quickly, saying, "If I'm gone, I'll set up a sign in the mud and write the word Chunping. No one has a grave, if I have it, it would be good."
"Write about Chunping," she murmured with tears in her eyes, "Write about... meet by chance."
Song Nineteen took her hand, and finally bit her lip and burst into tears.
Chunping was startled, and awkwardly reached out and stroked her hair, just like Li Shiyi did before, she thought for a while, and then said: "When I go back, I enter reincarnation, and when I reincarnate, I will be able to live the best life. In the days of my life, I will not be shot or beaten, I will have food and books, and everyone will just laugh when they see it.”
"My mother said," she paused, "it can win."
The night will end everything, like lawful black impermanence. There are always rules in the world, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, like the night and the light taking turns on duty. But there are always things outside the rules that determine whether the day is rainy or sunny, and whether there are stars at night.
After finishing speaking, Song Shijiu sent Chunping back to the house to sleep, while Li Shijie stood in front of the desk and spread out the book just now.
There was a cool breeze outside the house, and a brilliance like a falling star fell. This brilliance could not be seen by ordinary people, but only fell in Li Shiyi's eyes.
She stretched out her right hand and pushed aside the stack of rice paper three or two times, and the crooked words "meet by chance" gradually faded, as if someone carefully erased it with an eraser, leaving no trace.
On the photo on the side, there is a cramped but festive girl, wearing a red and gorgeous jacket, leaning against Song Nineteen.
Her figure gradually blurred, and eventually disappeared, leaving only a lonely empty seat.
Li Shiyi put the photo and the paper into the book, folded them and put them aside, looking up at the stars outside the window.
I don't know how long it took before the door was pushed open, Song Nineteen walked in without saying a word, his eyes were bright, his fingers were fragrant, and his long hair fell to the ground.
She used the time technique, and her hair grew an inch.
Li Shiyi sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her, Song Shijiu silently walked over, snuggled up on her thigh, resting her cheek on the back of her hand, leaving her the undulating thin back.
She didn't cry or make trouble, but this well-behaved lying on her stomach was like asking Li Shiyi to touch her back.
Li Shiyi picked up the comb on the side and combed her long hair. One after another, Song Nineteen recalled the auspicious words of the ancients about getting married—one brush to the head, the second to the end, and the third to the eyebrows.
She rubbed her head on Li Shiyi's lower abdomen and whispered, "I know, she can't live anymore."
"When I met Qin Liangyu on Jinyun Mountain, you told me that General Qin died and was reincarnated. You said that you checked the government records."
"If Chunping lives well after returning, you will tell me. I will happily send her back."
"You don't want to lie to me, but you don't have the heart to tell me."
Li Shiyi still focused on combing her hair, and when she had finished speaking, she spoke slowly and gently: "God's inaction is either inaction, fairness, or the greatest deed."
The role of God is to protect the greatest justice and cause and effect in the world.
"Those who start wars and provoke aggression will definitely pay the price. Those who stand up to resist and receive more help will eventually usher in the light. After the smoke of gunpowder, they can understand the preciousness of peace, and only through death can they revere life."
The sun will set, but it will also rise the next day.
People's life is endless, because they never lack the courage to endure the darkness, and never give up the hope of welcoming the rising sun.
Anything that Li Shiyi said became the truth. Song Nineteen likes to listen to Li Shiyi's reasoning.
"Anything else? I want to hear it." Song Nineteen asked softly.
"Have."
There are many encounters in the world to make people stay together for a long time, but there are more encounters just to make you say "respect" seriously when parting.
Li Shiyi didn't say these words, but she knew Song Shijiu understood.
So she had more important things to say.
"Do you know why I chose you back then?"
Song Nineteen raised his head, his eyes still glowing red: "Why?"
Li Shiyi smiled lightly: "Because you are warm."
Time was moved forward every second by these words, from the umbrella that Song Nineteen dropped when he hugged the dirty Chunping, to the yard where Song Nineteen walked back even though she knew she was being guarded, and from the time she was arrested. Li Shiyi, who was full when she stole the happy return, and then to the first roar she made in the cave of the beast because everyone was trapped, never gave up on a dream that General Qin's Daming created for her, The nose of A Chun, who had never met before, was red.
In the end, a girl dressed in men's clothes broke into Taishan Mansion without fear to ask for an explanation for her friends.
She may not be mature, and she may not always be rational, but she is sincere and soft, with a small warm heart in her big body.
"In the small building in Chongqing that day, when I waited for you to return, I didn't say a word." Li Shiyi stopped the hand combing her hair and put it on her docile neck.
"You..." she paused, "you're better than all the girls I've ever seen."
"No, it's not just girls. Men, women, gods, ghosts, birds, beasts. You are the best as far as you can see."
"It's not Shang Ke, it's your best."
"I should have told you earlier that I was wrong."
Song Nineteen bit her lower lip and smiled with tears in her eyes. She smiled and felt a little sad. She felt that she was becoming more and more like a human being. Hearing that only people are like this, she would want to cry when she smiled.
She remembered that A Yao said that Li Shiyi was reincarnated, and suddenly had an absurd idea. Maybe after Lingheng picked Zhulong, he would report it to the government. Heng was ordered to enter reincarnation with her, make up for her faults, reorganize her cause and effect, educate her, and persuade her. Otherwise, how could the unparalleled Master Ling Heng be pushed into the Way of Samsara so easily
Maybe it was destined, just like Tang Sanzang put a constriction spell on Sun Wukong, and Ling Heng put a heart-locking spell on Zhulong.
It sounds a bit fanciful, but she still has a lot of time to ask the people around her.
This day is very bright, it is the eighteenth of February. Winter is not over, spring is coming.
It is still some distance away from the March when all things recover, and it has not reached the April sky when the grass grows and the warbler flies. However, good things are the most promising, and bad things are the best.
Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu packed up and went to Shanghai. She thought about it, went back to the mansion and confessed to Sister-in-law Tu twice, took a look at Sishun, and waited for Arro and Ayin.
After years of separation, it is time to return.
There may be many, many questions. For example - is Mr. Wu still alive; how many years has even Mom waited; when will the merman's candle burn out; the beast ate a few lies again.
Has Mulan finally reached the age of twenty-six? Has A Bai once again been drenched in a sudden heavy rain? Is Yun Niang's jealousy enough to discern love? Wasted and stole hundreds of pounds of happiness.
General Qin's Ming Dynasty may rise again; lost A Ping will eventually find a new way to return home; Zhu Yan is not happy as a pig; can Xiaodouding memorize a whole three-character classic
A Yin followed Liang, sister-in-law Tu chased Tu Sishun running all over the street, Jamfuti fell in love with feeding pigs, and Mr. Tu studied the method of frying spiced melon seeds in Shentu Ling.
I heard that Wu Qian often went to a nunnery to sit and sit, but the Myrtle under the Naihe Bridge also drew new stamens.
In the winter of 1937, an ignorant girl would fulfill a nonsense good dream in a mountain temple.
As for Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu, one day they will have a full sleep, wake up from the winter sun, and knock on the door of their hearts with the hands of the coffin.
Knock on the door of the heart and ask three times, first, where did you come from, second, where did you go, and third, the world's beautiful colors, who is with me
Li Shiyi heard a long answer.
She said - I have walked thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and I have walked through magnificent waves, and I know you are different.
Summer willows comb the branches, spring breeze grows on both sides of the river, winter snow reflects new wine, the weather is cool and autumn is good.
The world is so beautiful, but there are only three good colors, one kind of bright eyes, one kind of smile lines, and one kind of affection.
I am just your background color, and I am so fortunate to be your background color.
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