The cramped space was quiet for a moment, and then the gloomy and coldness of some stone tombs appeared. The sound of the water moved, and the ripples gurgled away, as if the tide was ebb, it approached the back of the coffin.
The stagnant water scattered in all directions, revealing the slate floor with the white belly of the fish, and the corner near the coffin shone with light, and the bong that had been washed with water exuded a dark luster. Li Shiyi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up. Before he could straighten up, he heard a rattle in the coffin, and the ground trembled.
The creaking sound was as violent and rhythmic as the cramps and bones, and it was as violent and rhythmic as pumping water. Youngest Tu, who was wrapping the baby girl in a cloth, was terrified, and his feet slumped on the ground, unable to move, but Li Shiyi's right hand was propped up. , turned over like a flying swallow and sat on the edge of the coffin, took a cigarette pipe and scooped a spoonful of cooked glutinous rice from his pocket, turned his wrist and leaned forward, and clasped the glutinous rice as big as a fingernail firmly between the woman's eyebrows. An inch of land.
She pursed her lips and tapped her ring finger lightly. The trembling female corpse stopped immediately and lay silently in the wooden coffin.
As soon as the attack was completed, her angular mandible was slightly retracted, she raised her body unhurriedly, hooked her long legs to the edge of the coffin, raised the cigarette pipe, and knocked twice on the wood.
Too... His mother is so handsome.
Youngest Tu looked at Li Shiyi's raised eyelids and unmoved browbones, and stared at Huangdou's eyes while leaning on his numb knees.
"Zongzi, zongzi?" Mr. Tu asked cautiously.
Zongzi is the jargon of Taoism, referring to the corpse that turns into a corpse.
Li Shi nodded and shook his head again. He didn't want to say more. He just squeezed the cigarette pipe in his hand, jumped down the stone steps and leaned over to pick up the glass lamp, signaling the youngest Tu to go home.
Youngest Tu stood up on the ground, held the baby girl in his arms, and prepared to go up with Li Shiyi.
His right shoulder was held against a slender smoking gun, and the youngest Tu took a half step back. Seeing Li Shiyi looking at him and the baby girl in his arms, he raised his right eyebrow at him.
Youngest Tu instinctively hugged the baby girl tighter: "No... No?"
He glanced at the pink baby, and was really reluctant to put his hands down.
Li Shiyi didn't get angry but smiled: "I paid one, and brought another one. Would you like to enter the palace three times?"
The youngest Tu glared in defense: "This is a living doll, how can it be the same?!"
"Alive?" Li Shiyi sneered.
"Alive!" Mr. Tu sent the baby girl to Li Shiyi. Seeing that she was indifferent, he grabbed her sleeve and pressed her hand on the baby's chest, exerting a little force, "Look, bang bang Bang. You touch the inner layer of your clothes, it's warm."
His voice matched the baby girl's heartbeat just right. Small vibrations came from Li Shiyi's palms, as if the blood was full of vitality, and the vitality was thin and tiny, like an intermittent thread Fragrant, with a pitiful weakness.
Li Shiyi saw that the real baby's dark pupils sank, and looked at her hand for unknown reasons. The shallow breathing was on the fingertips, as warm and lovely as the spring breeze blowing on the threshold.
Terrible. Li Shiyi didn't open his eyes and retracted his hand, seeing the youngest Tu with a festive face like a candy man, teasing the baby girl with pouting.
"Take it with you if you want." She dropped a sentence and walked back with the lamp.
But the youngest Tu suddenly woke up, ran a few steps to block her in front of the stone road, and said, "I'll take it back, but it won't work."
Li Shiyi quickly flipped through the almanac in his heart, carefully recalling whether he should avoid meddling in his own business today.
The youngest Tu said anxiously, "My mother-in-law had originally suspected that I was going to the secret door, but this time I came out and brought back a milk baby, but it's not going to be turned upside down?"
"Your younger brother and sister have a big belly, and if you are anxious again, one corpse and two lives, one corpse and two lives!" Tu Lao Yao's face was wrinkled, and he changed his name without a trace.
Li Shiyi tilted his face, noncommittal.
"Besides, your nephew will land in a few days. My family has four walls, how can I afford two? Isn't this a crime!"
Li Shiyi stared at him lazily with clear eyes.
"The most important thing is that this girl's origin is unknown, if it is a calamity, the trouble will be big. Your old magic skills are strong, you have escaped from the sky, you are knowledgeable, and you are the only one who can resist. Looking at it horizontally and vertically, this is also a great accumulation of great virtue, and I can’t ask for a case by burning incense.” The youngest Tu Lai smiled and sent the baby girl to Li Shiyi’s arms, bowed solemnly and made a salutation. .
Li Shiyi frowned and instinctively stretched out his hand to hold it. The baby was soft and waxy and had no weight. It was not much different from the milk cat she had held, but it was warmer than the milk cat, and it was baked like warm charcoal. her hand.
She moved her fingers quietly and secretly, and put her arms straightly farther away, not knowing which posture to embrace.
Youngest Tu peeked at her face, and saw that she was about to speak, but the baby girl stretched out a fist the size of a dumpling, and held Li Shiyi's tail finger softly but precisely.
Youngest Tu saw the visible goose bumps behind Li Shiyi's ears and quickly spread out on his smooth skin.
He snickered secretly, and shrank his neck back. A good girl is afraid of entanglement, isn't she? Lang Bulang didn't say that Li Shiyi was a girl. This was the molten iron poured into the lock cylinder, and it couldn't be more real.
Li Shiyi stared at the baby girl with big eyes, you came to me two or three times, and then retracted the soft little body, wrapped it around her chest, lowered her head and pondered, actually turned her pace and sipped. With thin lips, he walked into the depths of the tomb.
"Hey, hey!" Mr. Tu stumbled and followed behind.
Li Shiyi stood in front of the coffin, gently placed the baby girl on the stone steps, then turned over the cloth pocket, took out a dark red bag, took out a small pinch of shredded tobacco with a strange fragrance, and stuffed it into the In the cigarette holder, the fire was wiped with a "click", and the shredded tobacco was lit.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Tu sat down next to her curiously.
Li Shiyi was silent for a while, and when he saw the smoke rising crookedly from the pipe, bringing a clear and mysterious fragrance, he said, "Since you want to take it away, first ask her where she came from."
"Who to ask?" Mr. Tu had never smelled such a strange smell of cigarettes before, so he got close and took a solid sip.
Li Shiyi put the cigarette right in front of the coffin and lifted his thin eyelids.
"Ask the coffin."
Mr. Tu looked at her earnestly, and the hair behind his ears stood up pitifully. For the first time, he felt that his nonsense was quite reasonable, and this humble aunt in front of him was probably really powerful in magic. Informed and omnipotent.
He stiffened his neck, swallowed his saliva, and withdrew his body without a trace.
The smoke is hazy, and the water vapor is shrouded in front of the old wood. The mist rises straight up, and condenses into a group in the center of the air, as if there is a strange thought, and the enticing aroma is filled with I do not know what is going on. of dislocation and distortion.
All the sounds in the ears were hidden, and the five senses were as tightly closed as they were dominated. Only a cloud of mist remained in the spiritual platform, ordering the soul to subvert life and death.
A pair of hands as white as jade appeared in the horizontal smoke, slender and soft, plated with a delicate and moist halo, the four fingers hooked back to clench a loose fist, the index finger was bent, and it knocked three times firmly and gently on the coffin.
A soft sound, a heavy sound, and a soft knock like a door. Knock on the coffin door and ask three times, one for life, another for death, and another for what is on your mind.
The youngest Tu stared at her hand, and finally realized that there are people like Li Shiyi in the world. With just one hand, the skin can be counted. The curvature of her wrist and fingers seems to have been carefully measured. The bones carved from muscle ice are more delicate than the most valuable treasures in the tomb.
He lost his soul in the movement of this hand, and listened in fascination to Li Shiyi's low voice, "Where did you come from?"
Youngest Tu's eyelids twitched, and he saw clearly on the coffin, a line of faint small characters appeared like water vapor condensed: "Fifty-three years of Kangxi, Beijing."
The word appeared extremely slowly, like a young child struggling to remember.
Li Shiyi lowered his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"
The fonts dissipated in an instant, and the smoke gathered in a twisted manner. After a while, another line of small characters fell from top to bottom: "Wojia Stone Vulnerary Thirteenth Division."
This time, the small print appeared much faster, as if picking up the words.
Li Shiyi's lips curled slightly, and he glanced at the baby beside him, and finally asked the question in his mind: "What is the origin of that baby girl?"
The smoke jumped and flowed as long as mountains and rivers, and Tu Lao Yao did not dare to go out and wait for a while, only to see the word "nine" appearing on it indiscriminately.
"Nine?" Tu Laoyao was stunned, glanced at Li Shiyi's face, and saw that she thoughtfully put the knuckle of her index finger against her lower lip, and after a few seconds of silence, Fang probed his hand to pick up the pipe. After shaking off the shredded tobacco, he took out the silk and wiped it carefully. Then he put it back in his pocket and stood up.
She seemed to be extremely tired, her eyelids were drooping, her left hand supported the back of her neck, she slowly turned her head in a circle, and when she had finished mobilizing her muscles and bones, she bent down and picked up the yawning baby girl. walking back.
Dengying retreated, and the youngest Tu came back to his senses and got up to keep up. Li Shiyi climbed up the robbery hole, holding the baby girl in his left hand and protecting the top of her head with his four fingers.
It was only an hour after he was on the ground, and Mr. Tu quietly packed up his things and followed Li Shiyi to the city. He had a lot of things to ask her, but seeing that her face was not very good, after thinking about it, he only picked the most insignificant and so important sentence.
"Eleventh sister."
Li Shiyi turned his head to look at him.
"You are this." The youngest Tu showed his thumb and said.
Li Shibai gave him a glance, and kept walking. However, the youngest Tu was keenly aware of her slack, so he smirked and circled around her: "What does this 'nine' mean?"
"do not know."
"That, that," said Mr. Tu in a repeated "that", and suddenly he was blessed: "Maybe it is her name."
He laughed and stretched out his hand to tease the baby girl, "You'll be called Ah Jiu in the future?"
Li Shiyi froze, stopped and looked at him with a bad expression.
"What... what?" Mr. Tu licked his lower lip and looked at her carefully.
Li Shiyi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "I am eleven, she is Jiu."
"That's right." Mr. Tu nodded because he didn't understand.
Li Shiyi sneered: "Who's older?"
"Hey," Tu Laoyao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought about this after three or two times, "Then it's called nineteen. Nineteen nineteen, eleven nineteen, it sounds like a family, doesn't it?"
Li Shiyi's expression turned pale, he stepped forward, and heard Mr. Tu ramble on: "I have a name. What's my surname? Is my surname Li? Li Shijiu?"
"Song." Li Shiyi couldn't help but come to a conclusion.
"Why?" Mr. Tu wondered.
Li Shiyi looked down at her and said, "It was delivered by opening the coffin."
Youngest Tu coughed twice and sniffed. Cheng, what my aunt said is what it is, he stretched his shoulders briskly, and walked forward to meet the vague sunrise and the back of Li Shiyi.
"Song Nineteen." He called out with a smile.