After returning home, they had three meals a day on the kang head, and a few people managed to loosen the tight strings. However, after a month or two of An’s birthday, Song Nineteen and Li Eleven lived in the same courtyard, every day. When Li Shiyi opened the door in the morning, she could always see her putting down the full bucket with her cuffs rolled up high, wiping the sweat off her face with her bright white forearms, smiling and asking the morning. In the evening, when Li Shiyi was flipping through the book, she presented the new-school cakes every few minutes. When Li Shiyi tasted one or two, she didn't leave, and saw that she was cutting paper and washing pens for her.
When the sun was good, she went to the market to scour the seeds, and sowed the seeds in the flowerbeds of the garden, saying that when summer came, it would be lush and full of fragrance.
When it was dark, she set up a stool and carried the paste, saying that Li Shiyi's window paper was not translucent, so she wanted a new, thinner cicada's wing gauze, so that her eyes would not hurt.
Song Nineteen, who grew up under the care of the three of them, is the smartest girl in the world. He has learned A Yin's observation, Li Shiyi's slow and slow, Tu Lao Yao's cheeky, and can't be idle like Tu's sister-in-law. Attentive like a whipped top.
Li Shiyi was not used to it at first, but after a long time, he let her go.
After spring started, it gradually became a little warmer, and the Yan Futi that Mrs. Tu said was moving, but this time she didn't come to visit, as if she was sure that Li Shiyi would return home, only the little servant Cheng was missing. The last famous post said to invite her to go to the house to talk about it.
A Yin was sitting in the south of the four-corner table, rubbing the dominoes, and threw a second cake to Mr. Tu's side, smiling: "It's actually a scene person."
The youngest Tu pointed at Song Shijiu, indicating that she was not very skilled, and she quickly touched the card, and handed a cup of hot tea to the daughter-in-law who started her, so she had no time to ask Li Shiyi: "How is it, should I go? "
"That famous post, did you take a closer look?" Ayin touched a pair of fifty thousand with a hand, "Pure gold engraved cover."
"Big man." Mr. Tu glanced at him and nodded in agreement.
Li Shiyi was too lazy to watch the two of them sing a harmony as if they were talking about cross talk. He squeezed the famous poster in his hand and walked out. When he passed the card table, he stopped behind the clumsy Song Shijiu, and with a long finger, he threw an eight for her. The cake went out, and the index finger touched the gap of the card surface three or two times, saying: "Hu this, this, the same, remember."
After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand, but there was still no expression on her face, she turned her head and walked out the door.
The scent of her cuffs still seemed to linger on her cheeks. Song Nineteen stared at her back in a daze. Hearing Ah Yin couldn't help but scolded: "Mr.
The youngest Tu shook his head in schadenfreude, leaned his back on the chair comfortably, and squinted his eyes to touch the cards.
The next day, a few people got up early, and after breakfast they went to Jambudi's house. Mr. Tu pulled out the newest plain robe, and even punched Ayin in his hair. The shavings water, with the top of his head piled high, looks a bit like a gentleman. He walked in front, walking through the old alley, but not many people recognized him. Treating each other, he Tu Lao Yao followed Eleven sister to learn craftsmanship, and he was also quite a bit of a makeover.
Jamfuti's house is close, but two streets are in front of him. The house is at the innermost end of the alley. It is medium in size, but the front door was swept and sprinkled cleanly. A boy who looked like a newsboy urinated in front of the stone lion and was painted The youngest shouted a few words, then ran away with his trousers in his hands.
"There isn't even a gatekeeper for this high-stakes family." Mr. Tu said as he went up and buttoned the rattle on the red wooden door. As soon as the rattle fell, the door opened from the inside. In the gap of one person's width was a thin man, except that he was paler, his eyebrows were very ordinary, and it was easy to forget. Seeing Li Shiyi, he was stunned for a while, then bowed his head and let them in.
In the yard, there is a faint fragrance of jade and plum, floating faintly, and the layout and decoration are very particular. The youngest Tu was about to touch the pillar inlaid with jade under the eaves, but suddenly felt a heat at his ankle. An old hen with a pout clucked past him and stopped at the foot of the yard, strutting and shaking her comb.
"Chicken?" Mr. Tu was so frightened that he took a closer look, and there were several roosters walking down the porch, not afraid of people, and looking at him with the stable head of the chicken.
This is so out of place that it can be called weird. The youngest Tu and Ayin looked at each other and was about to speak, when he saw a weak girl standing up at the end of the corridor, clapping the remaining millet on her hands, and looked at it with satisfaction. A few fat chickens buried their heads in pecking, and raised their hands to twist their ears and hair, looking at Li Shiyi with smoky eyes: "Aheng."
The voice is hoarse, but it is not unpleasant. If you use food to describe it, it is probably rice milk, not fancy or meaty, white as ointment, with a non-offensive aroma.
Li Shiyi stopped walking towards her and looked at her suspiciously. The girl looked familiar, fair and weak, as if she would break her waist if she was not careful. Li Shiyi wandered a few times in her memory. , finally raised his eyebrows and concluded, "I have seen you in Xi'an."
In the rainy antique market, the umbrella girl passed by.
The girl was noncommittal, nodded slightly with a smile, and motioned for them to go with her into the yard. The bright sunlight in the yard illuminated her blood-deficient face slightly transparent, without even the slightest fluff on her face, like a beautiful jade that was so smooth that no pores could be seen.
Mr. Tu didn't know why, but his calf trembled for no reason. He knocked on his knees and grabbed Ayin's cuff. Ayin and Li Shiyi looked at each other and asked if he wanted to find a chance to visit her, but Li Shiyi didn't. Shaking his head vigorously.
The girl seemed to know their gods by heart, so she just walked to the stone table and sat down, looking at them not far or near, with the slender man standing behind her.
In the end, Li Shiyi spoke first: "Miss Yan."
The person opposite raised his eyelids slightly, with a warm smile in his eyes: "You used to call me Aro before."
What a pretty girl, what a pity she's an idiot. The youngest Tu slandered, and upon seeing Li Shiyi's expression, she had never known her before, and she actually sipped one after another, and one from the past. Seeing that Li Shiyi was impatient, he was about to speak, but when he saw Song Shijiu, who was hiding behind Li Shiyi, put his head up, he asked her alertly, "In the past? What in the past?"
A Luo was stunned by Song Nineteen's sudden appearance, but only moved his eyebrows, covered his lips and lowered his head to say hello, and said, "If you don't remember, then forget it."
The younger Mr. Tu listened to her, the more disrespectful he became. Even Li Shiyi was described as being violated, so he asked her one step ahead: "What exactly are you? What are you asking your grandfather to do? Hunting ghosts? Going to the grave? Why don't you get angry and pretend to be a fool?"
Ah Luo has never been questioned like this before, he was stunned for a few seconds, and he stretched out his hand to stop the man behind him and said, "My surname is Yan, my name is Futi, and I have a small character called Ah Luo. Temple ghost."
She thought about it for a while, and tried to make it as simple as possible, "Others also call me, Tenth Hall Yama."
"Yan what?" Mr. Tu scratched his head, his neck twitching.
There was a sound of "pop", and before everyone could react, they saw Mr. Tu kneeling in front of him: "Oh, King Hell."
Going south and north with Li Shiyi, catching ghosts and fighting beasts, I saw a lot of strange things, but he understood the truth, regardless of the truth and the truth, and finished the matter.
A Yin and Song Nineteen looked at each other, Li Shiyi folded his arms and looked at A Luo, as if thinking about whether she was a talented person or a silly girl who pretended to be crazy. The youngest Tu came back to the soul, smirked and got up, looking at Ah Luo's thin and weak appearance, but he didn't dare to believe it, he looked around and asked her: "Yan Luo is not in the underworld, run What is going on here?"
Aro was a little surprised: "I have been here since I was a child."
Mr. Tu asked again, "What do you do on weekdays?"
"Criticize the official document."
"Any subordinates?"
"There are not many around."
The youngest Tu touched his lower lip in embarrassment, made a "hiss", and pointed to the chickens in the yard: "This, what is this?"
Aro finally showed a somewhat popular look: "A little hobby."
"It's fake." Tu Lao Yao whispered to Li Shiyi's side.
"How do you say?" A Yin leaned forward.
The youngest Tu said, "I heard from my uncle who died early that big people usually hide their identities. Her confession must be fake."
He glanced at Li Shiyi again, thinking that Eleventh sister should hide her face even with gold. Go to the yamen
Li Shiyi thought for a while, then took out his famous post and knocked it on the table, asking her, "Call me, what are you doing?"
Facing her, Aro became more vaguely close and said, "I have a good friend named Mulan. I can't find her. I want to ask you to help."
Li Shiyi asked again, "Why?"
A Luo nodded to Song Nineteen: "It's up to her."
"Her identity, you must want to know."
Li Shiyi calmly hid Song Jiujiu, still his face was slightly sideways and half drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking about. Aro knew that it didn't matter what she was, but if Li Shiyi thought about it, the deal was probably over. She felt at ease, she pulled her robes, stood up, glanced at the entourage and was about to enter the room.
Just turned around halfway, she turned back again, turned a weak smile to the frowning A Yin, and said softly, "Don't be alright."
"Fu Wuyin."