After another day of running around, I stopped at night in a small town on the road. The town is very small, and I can walk from beginning to end along one street. Among them is a small hostel, which was converted from the courtyard of the landlord a few years ago. , It's been a few years, and it's much more broken than Ah Tang's store. As soon as you enter the store, there is a musty smell mixed with horseshoes and wet straw. The four of them slid a few bowls of noodles in the air, and then went into the backyard to rest.
There are few people in the shop, and Xiao Er is not very enthusiastic. A Yin frowned for a long time before begging for a few buckets of hot water to cleanse his body after a day of wetness.
Youngest Tu leaned on the tub with his upper body naked, and sighed for a long time. He was silent for most of the day on the way. No one wanted to speak, and no one dared to speak. What are you afraid of? I don't understand, the lingering tremors of the nine-death life have not yet subsided, and the beast has finally made people face up to something. Whose life is not filled with lies, the big and the small are the good ones. When he came out, the gentleman was no different from the snake and mouse.
Who would have thought that Li Shiyi, who looked like a gourd with a saw-mouthed gourd, would be the one to eat the head of the crooked beast
The water was a lot colder, and the swaying of the youngest Tu's heart-protecting hair shivered. He hurriedly got up from the inside and wrapped his robes shiveringly. Just now, he heard hesitant footsteps outside.
He recognized the footsteps. Mr. Tu opened the door without any hesitation, and when he saw Li Shiyi turn around unexpectedly, he looked at him in a daze.
Mr. Tu glanced at the ends of her wet hair, then glanced at her slightly wrinkled fingers, her eyes flashed, and she asked her with trembling eyebrows, "Do you want to have a heart-to-heart talk?"
Li Shiyi blinked, his face still genial, but Mr. Tu clearly saw that the center of her neck, which was as smooth as white jade, moved slightly, and her throat slid down from top to bottom, clearly showing her master's hesitation. .
Li Shiyi lightly closed his eyes and asked him, "What are you talking about?"
In the end, it was a girl, and the problem of duplicity was also manifested. Mr. Tu was happy and thought about it: "Then the beast is still frozen?"
Li Shiyi frowned, and listened to Mr. Tu pondering again: "I was thinking just now, you once said that if the flesh of that corrupt beast is eaten by someone, then we will not be able to tell the truth in this life, let's freeze the corrupt beast. Strong and solid, if someone enters the hole and eats it, wouldn’t it be a lie in the future, if I ask a man whether he is a man or a woman, what will he answer?”
Tu Laoyao glanced at Li Shiyi while squinting, but saw that she really lowered her eyebrows and thought, and the always shrewd Shijie was unaware of the loopholes in his words - that Song Shijiu's spell was bounded by the entrance of the hole, If the spell was still in effect, the villagers who entered would have been immobile.
Li Shiyi loosened his eyebrows and shook his head: "I don't know."
"I see," Mr. Tu pointed at her, "you have something on your mind."
Li Shiyi looked up at him, and then heard him count his fingers, "What's on your mind? Your master? A Yin? Song Shijiu?"
She put her hands back in her pockets and paused when he counted the three characters of Song Shijiu, then glanced at him calmly, and turned her head back to the house without saying a word.
The youngest Tu leaned against the door frame and admired the cool moon gracefully, swallowed happily in his throat, asked what love is in the world, and directly taught the eleventh sister to go for a ride in the twelfth lunar month.
happy.
Li Shiyi entered the room and closed the door, but he smelled a petite sweet fragrance in the room, with a faint smell of soap horns, like an elf carrying flower dew in the dark night, shy but did not hesitate to spread out in the small room After dispersing, Li Shiyi pursed his lips, and saw the owner of the fragrance standing by the window, showing a small half of his cheek in the moonlight, brushing his freshly washed hair with one hand and turning over Li Shiyi's booth with the other. Books at the table.
Li Shiyi's fingers hidden in his trouser pocket moved involuntarily, and the fingernail of his ring finger scratched lightly on the rough fabric.
Song Nineteen heard the sound and turned around, the mellow smile in his eyes seemed to be cut from the moon.
Li Shiyi cleared his throat, walked to the table, and extended his hand to support the table: "Aren't you going to rest?"
Song Nineteen pursed his lips and whispered, "It's a bit cold in this room. I just went to the back kitchen to ask for some charcoal and put it in the stove for you. It's thicker or thicker, it's better than freezing it."
Li Shiyi tilted his face slightly and looked at her with half-slanted phoenix eyes, not knowing whether he liked it or not. She always had a cool expression when she looked at people, as if she was thinking about how to accurately measure the distance between the person in front of her and herself.
Song Nineteen suddenly felt a little aggrieved in this expression. She didn't want to tell her a lot of things so quickly, but who called her a little monster, her life seemed to be condensed, and her feelings were suppressed at the same time. Strictly a small piece, so heavy that she can't breathe.
The ten days I spent with her seemed to be looking at her for more than ten years. If there is any harm in the rush of time, it is probably the case. Only one person occupies all her time, where can I leave it behind? What about the next person
With a tense and sour heartbeat, Song Nineteen sat on the stool opposite Li Shiyi with his rampant breathing, looked at her across the small table, and asked her, "I haven't asked you, but the one who sees you The warlord, how did you get rid of it?"
Li Shi moved his fingertips on the table and looked at her: "I recruited a few little devils and scared them away."
Song Nineteen smiled and asked again, "What happened to the female ghost that haunts you every day?"
Li Shiyi sat down and poured a cup of tea for himself. I don't know what he remembered, and smiled softly: "I read the scriptures for three days and three nights."
Song Nineteen lowered his head and listened to her pouring tea. After a while, he raised his head and asked her, "What about me? How are you going to drive me away?"
Li Shiyi was stunned, frowned and looked at her.
Song Nineteen said seriously, "I'm not a human being, I'm not afraid of evoking spirits, nor a ghost, and chanting scriptures doesn't work. How can you scare me so that I don't like you?"
Li Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, Song Shijiu's words were like the last drop when making tea. The meaning was still unfinished and lingering, but it fell neatly in the center of the heart lake, indicating that the water was exhausted and the tea was opened. Bring the incense wrap and wait for her to taste it.
But she only held the thin cup between her fingers, holding the cup with a hot heart, without even thinking about it, she raised her brows after a long while and asked her, "Do you like it?"
Song Nineteen nodded, breathing heavily.
Li Shiyi put down the teacup, drew a half circle with his index finger on the edge, tapped the end pointing to Song Nineteen, and then tapped the end pointing to himself, saying, "You are a girl, so am I."
"Well," Song Nineteen admitted, thinking about it before adding, "You are human, I am not."
She didn't know why Li Shiyi wanted to tell her about these frontiers, but if he had a relationship, maybe he meant to accept her halfway. She was a little happy and a little nervous, and the fingers on her knees tapped excitedly. .
Seeing that she didn't quite understand what he meant, Li Shiyi slapped himself up stupidly, feeling a little choked for a while, but he had to admit that Song Shijiu had some truth in what he said. , I'm afraid it won't work.
She sighed secretly, determined to be more straightforward, raised her chin and shook her head, "I..."
Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of the wind around him, the distorted light of the candle stopped for a moment, and even the hot steam from the tea cup stopped. Song Nineteen held his breath and put Li Shiyi who had stopped moving. With a frightened look in his eyes, he reached out to touch her fingertips, and nervously covered the back of her hand with the palm of his hand.
"Don't say it." She panicked at the moment when Li Shiyi shook his head and felt the rejection she was about to say. She didn't want to hear it, but she could only be so willful.
Li Shiyi's pitch-black pupils turned lightly, swept straight towards her, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and he drew out his hand and said, "Don't use spells on me."
Her words still didn't fluctuate, but Song Nineteen knew that she was annoyed, and was a little bit annoyed, so panicked that her tight pores were instantly deflated, and the candle flames and steam twisted again, as if imminent amnesty, the force rose .
Li Shiyi didn't want to know why Song Jiujin's mana failed her once again, but she didn't like the offense of being controlled by others.
In particular, there was still Song Nineteen's temperature on the back of his hand, which made his heart palpitate like a kitten's licking.
She is used to living alone, and doesn't like any changes. There used to be A Yin by her side, so what happened in the end? Master is right, in this line of work, they will be punished by the gods for harming their yin and virtue.
Seeing her condensed posture, Song Nineteen's grievances flooded out from the bottom of her eyes. It was not obvious, only a faint sparkle flashed under the candlelight. She asked her softly, "You don't allow me to like you?"
Li Shiyi turned his face sideways and did not answer.
She has always responded to Song Nineteen's requests, taking whatever they ask for. The first time she avoided it with a clear-cut attitude was like throwing Song Nineteen into the ice cave with the back of her neck on her back. Song Nineteen had never experienced such a scene, and her nose was sore and a little uncontrollable. Only then did she realize that to Li Shiyi, she is no different from others. You can walk the road in front of her door and step on the yard in front of the house, but her heart is always tightly closed. Chaimen will never be open to you.
Song Nineteen was annoyed: "You treat me well, but you don't allow me to like you. How can there be such a domineering person in the world?"
Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows and glanced at her very slowly, and he looked straight at her heart that had just been tensed up. Song Shijiu bit his lower lip, but he heard Li Shiyi chuckle lightly, and then very quickly Withdrew his expression and admitted: "No."
"Why?" Song Nineteen was anxious.
For the first time, Li Shiyi showed a not very gentle face, and even the words were a little quicker. She stared at Song Shijiu and asked her, "How old are you? Where are you from? What is it? How long have you known me? Do you know what love is? What do you know about me? How much do you know about my past? Do you know when I am happy, when I am unhappy, and what do I want?"
The relationship between her and her is too thin, as thin as a few lines of words that can be written in three or two sentences, and it doesn't even need the complicated meaning of poetry, it is just as simple and monotonous as vernacular.
So thin, how much weight can you like
Song Nineteen's originally round pupils shrank, as if they had been protected by a needle, the whites of his eyes still had the blush left when he choked up just now, but his eyelids drooped by half an inch, pressing her eyes like a deer in a defensive manner.
Li Shiyi looked away, his fingers trembled a little. After all, she was a girl who had been taken care of since she was a child. She couldn't see her being stabbed. She was taken aback by her use of the words "from childhood to adulthood". She suddenly realized that there was a gap in her logic. The weight of these four words exceeded a thousand kilograms, and she had no difficulty in questioning her just now. refute.
She moved her lips, as if thinking about what to say, but the deer in front of her was holding her chest up and down, hesitantly but firmly raised her head: "But, even so, can't I love you?"
Li Shiyi was stunned, and when he heard Song Jiujin's sparkle in his eyes, he solemnly handed her the rhetorical question.
"I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going back. I don't know where I started, and I don't know where I end. Am I not worthy of loving you?"
"Just what kind of thing I am, stones, flowers, trees, stars, can't I love you?"
"Flowers will bloom, stars will shine, everything in the world, there are thousands of ways to love you. I don't know what kind of monster I am, if I can, I also want to hold my coffin in front of you and let you ask Ask my birthday, please listen to me if I like you with full satisfaction."
Her words were choked but coherent. This was probably the most time she had ever spoken in her life, but she was not reconciled, she just couldn't settle down, and she liked it when she liked it. Eleven asked for a statement, but Li Shiyi disliked her as a little monster.
She saw Li Shiyi's expression froze, looking at her in surprise and shock, her lips slightly open, her tongue against her teeth, she didn't know what to say for a while.
Song Nineteen tightly closed his lips, his cheeks were small and bulged, and looked at her unconvinced, no matter what, she also has a sharp tongue when she is no worse than anyone else.
Li Shiyi coughed, twitching his eyelashes and drinking tea.
"Dear mother."
The cool breeze outside the door concealed the small voice of a sigh, but it couldn't hide the shock of the eavesdropper. The youngest Tu opened his mouth so wide that he could shove an entire egg, and Ayin on the same side was surprised. Wink: "Who taught her?"
A Yin shivered in the cold wind and brought her ears closer, shaking her head: "It's not me."
The author says:
This party has changed its name several times, but in the end it still uses the same poem as before. Fan Chengda's "Clear, blue and cloudy. When will we meet old friends."