The journey is slow or slow, fast or fast, but within a few days, we arrived at the Shaanzhou Wharf. The sky is like a clear blue jade, the clouds are hiding low like a group, hanging around the big white and red ship, the mast is upright, the canvas is whirling by the wind, and the water is eaten by the ship. Swinging, swaying and swaying is really beautiful.
When I got closer, I found that the ship was two stories high, like a huge monster. The iron-cast stairs extended from the ship to the shore, and the long tongue accepted all kinds of passengers.
The milky white high-heeled leather shoes made the skin of the instep extremely white, and the fingers wearing lace gloves supported the railing and tapped like a piano. The slender legs were exposed in the flying room. The passers-by were stunned, the young man in a suit accidentally bumped into the young lady, and hurriedly reached out to support her, she let out a low "Ah", leaned her back on the railing, and lifted the brim of her hat with her index finger. He lifted it lightly, revealing an overly charming face. The narrow lips are the gentle and reserved Chinese character, and the big eyes are the western spring love of looking forward to Shenfei, which is extremely contradictory.
She didn't care that she was touched, she smiled, her wavy hair danced in the sun, and said, "Eleven, go faster!"
Li Shiyi's brows, which were twisted when Song Shijiu was bumped, had not yet cleared up, but Mr. Tu put the large and small package on his head with a shy stomach, and was not satisfied with Ayin: "Originally, he was attractive, If you don't plaster it, you still wear this for her, aren't you heartless?"
A Yin let out a "Bah", shook her head and smiled: "What a good looking girl, eighteen or nine-year-old girl, who hangs with you all the time, and doesn't have any decent clothes, tsk, what a waste, a waste. ."
"What are you licking? What are you hugging? What does it look like when you lick and hug again?" Mr. Tu mumbled, this Ah Yin was frivolous and let it go, and actually dressed Song Nineteen to be so virtuous, his hair seemed to be caught in a poker Yes, his mouth was so red that he seemed to want to eat people, but it also provoked the mad bees and the butterflies to rush up.
Her right shoulder felt cold, but A Chun walked slowly to Li Shiyi's side, and said softly, "She doesn't look like a ghost, nor does she look like a human being. She has changed in just a few days. What is it?"
With such a miracle, the carriage was packed on the same day, but it was a mistake and the packing was correct.
Li Shiyi looked at Song Nineteen's back, smiled softly, and said silently, "Little monster."
When they got on the ship, Song Shijiu was very fresh. He pulled A Yin and leaned against the railing to look left and right. He was about to turn around to talk to Li Shiyi, but he saw her and the youngest Tu standing at the end of the seat. A well-dressed man sat upright and blocked the way. Li Shiyi said in a low voice, as if asking him to move the box under his feet and lay it across the aisle where the two were seated.
The first time Song Shijiu saw someone look at someone with white eyes, as if the black eyeballs were of no use, the man's smile floated on his face: "This... miss, you probably didn't see clearly, this is upper class."
Li Shiyi frowned, and the youngest Tu blushed. He opened his mouth to argue: "We don't know if this is the upper class? You're talking nonsense. Have you heard of the train box? Your grandfather, I'll take that one. of!"
His voice was a bit loud, causing everyone on the left and right to cast secret glances. When he looked at everyone's dress, he felt that he was shabby.
The man smiled and said, "It doesn't make any sense, but I'm afraid that the two of you can't read and go the wrong way."
Youngest Tu blushed like a cooked shrimp, and his veins burst with anger. Song Nineteen pulled Ayin over, frowning slightly, Li Shiyi glanced at her and blocked her words back.
"You fart!" Ayin's voice sounded immediately, leaning back to the seat, Xiangfeng was full of her arms, "When auntie was reading, you were still asking your mother for milk!"
There was a little coaxing and laughter, the man's face was a little unbearable, his expression stiffened, he looked at Ayin from the bottom up again, and said with a smile, "I recognize this scent, it's commonly used in Bada Hutong."
A Yin sneered, hugging his arms and dying, only to see Song Nineteen come forward with an angry face: "You let go..."
The rest of the words were hidden in a pair of soft hands, with a faint aroma of tobacco. She opened her pupils and saw Li Shiyi, who was half a head taller than her, standing beside her, with her right hand drawn from her face, expressionless. Covered her mouth.
Seeing Song Nineteen startled, Li Eleven's ring finger tapped her chin, reminding her to come back to her senses, and then withdrew her hand. Song Nineteen took a careful breath and said softly, "You... you are talking nonsense."
The remaining three words were very unconvincing, as if she was the one who was talking nonsense, her face was frightened without knowing what to do, with a steamed red, a heartbeat like that of a rabbit, she was defeated one by one. of self-confidence.
She reached out to support the back of the chair, feeling as if she had been drugged.
Yu Guangzhong glanced at Li Shiyi slightly hooked his head, looked at the man and said, "We want to go over, please make way."
Her voice was extremely cold, and her face was neither humble nor arrogant. She said yes, but she didn't give in, which made the man's heart stunned for a moment. In the stalemate, A Chun, who was one step behind, hurried over, glanced at it and guessed seven or eight points, handed the ticket to Li Shiyi, and said slowly, "Go in."
The man glanced at the ivory button on A Chun's neckline, then glanced at Li Shiyi, the black eyeball finally returned to his place, he folded the newspaper with a slight smile, and bowed to give way.
"Hey! Look at your grandfather, I can't read or write!" Mr. Tu passed away in front of him, and smirked at him with a grin, until he was seated, and whispered angrily.
Li Shiyi didn't take it to heart. He usually took out a newspaper, pursed his lips and looked down.
Song Nineteen looked at the blue and purple rotten skin on her cheek, bit his lower lip twice, and whispered, "Why are you pretending to be like this? You washed your face at night, I saw it, it was very beautiful. "
Li Shiyi turned a page of the newspaper, still buried his head, only raised his right hand, and the cold back of his hand touched her lips lightly, indicating that she didn't need to say more.
Song Nineteen took a deep breath, covered his mouth with a hiss, and stuck his neck away from her by half an inch.
She looked at Li Shiyi's hand turning over the newspaper, tucked the corners of her mouth and smiled cautiously, but for a while she felt that the skin appearance really didn't matter, Li Shiyi's hand was the treasure, she was lightly patted by that hand when she was a child, As soon as it hit the ground, it was like swinging in a boat, very practical and warm.
As soon as the water swayed, it was night. The ship was not as comfortable as the ground. The shaking made people's brains hurt. The seats were so close together that in the middle of the night, Song Nineteen felt that he couldn't lift his legs.
She glanced left and right at the people who were sleeping with their heads tilted, and dragged her calf that was swollen like a radish to the outside of the cabin, lightly for fear of waking up Li Shiyi.
The deck was much more open, and the smell of the stuffy crowd in the cabin was gone. The sea breeze was greasy and salty, and the face was wet, but the Lingtai was much clearer. Song Nineteen pulled the railing with both hands and leaned back, looking up to greet Xingzi in the sky.
The ship shook, and the vest was supported by a pair of hands. Song Nineteen turned around and saw A Yin with loose hair. A Yin laughed at her: "How old are you, how are you still talking to the Lord?"
Song Nineteen narrowed his eyes and smiled, turned to lean on the railing, thought of something interesting, and said happily, "In a few days, I will be taller than you."
A Yin smiled, but after a while, she frowned and asked her, "You keep growing like this? Wouldn't that mean you'll get old, ugly, and dead soon?"
She asked, and Song Nineteen's face turned pale. She seemed to have never thought about this question, and her heart swayed unsteadily from side to side like a pendulum. Ask her: "How about that? I, I... In a few days, I will be an old woman?"
She was trembling, so scared that she was about to cry. Li Shiyi, who was in her prime, and Song Shijiu, an old woman, the "cousin sister" in her mouth might become "cousin grandmother".
A Yin originally just wanted to scare her, but she turned her face in a hurry, so she frowned and thought. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "You are neither human nor ghost, you must have some ability, you can't let you come to this world for a while, and you will be lost. I guess, you are growing up, maybe you can be yourself Take control."
"Really?" Song Nineteen was suspicious.
"This way," A Yin flicked the silk and wrapped the sable fur, "You meditate every day before going to bed, I am beautiful as a flower, and you recite it a hundred and eighty times, maybe it will be effective?"
Song Nineteen looked at her eagerly, and after seeing Ayin's serious face, he nodded after a while.
Seeing that Song Nineteen had returned to the cabin muttering a spell, Ayin retracted her hand before speaking.
If you lie to the little girl, will you be struck by lightning
In the early morning of the second day, Li Shiyi was sleeping with his forehead propped up when he suddenly felt itchy and crispy on his waist, as if a stick was poking at him. She opened her eyes drowsily, but she couldn't. She squinted half again, only bluffing with her right eye, and looked at Song Nineteen who was slightly above her.
Song Nineteen raised his hand to her, stood up, turned back and forth, raised his eyebrows at her, and seeing that she didn't respond, he handed over his hair and swept her eyelashes.
Li Shiyi grabbed the end of her hair and asked her in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
"I," Song Nineteen lowered his voice, as if he had been a thief all night, but his eyes glowed faintly, "I don't grow up."