After saying goodbye to Arrow, Li Shiyi and the others rested in the house for three or two days. In the past, Song Shijiu was in high spirits every time he left, but this time he didn't know if he was lazy or what. Even when Sister-in-Law Tu stretched out her stomach and went to invite her to dinner, she sighed, "Leave it outside." There was no movement.
Li Shiyi didn't know if he was acting as a cheap girl, or if he had other thoughts on the side, but he was worried. Halfway through writing the word "quiet", the vertical hook was split in half, and it looked crooked, unable to stand at all. .
She rubbed the paper and went to bed with clean hands.
In the early morning of the second day, a letter folded in three was tucked into the crack of the door. Li Shiyi opened it. It was a thin gold body that was newly learned by Song Shijiu, with only a few words written on it. Come to my room, it's important, important.
Li Shiyi's throat moved, and he folded the letter as it was, and tucked his two fingers into his cuffs. He was going to have breakfast, but after thinking about it, he still walked to Song Shijiu's room.
In Song Nineteen's house, there was a lively crowd around a table. Youngest Tu and Ah Yin were waiting early, looking confused. Seeing Li Shiyi, Youngest Tu threw the melon seeds on the table to her. The other end pushed and slammed a few times by himself.
After a while, Song Nineteen came out from the inside, his face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost, and now he seemed to be painted by Luo Zidai, and even the red blood was covered with the whites of his eyes. She tugged at the crumpled corners of her clothes, trying her best to make herself look refreshed. She sat in front of the three of them, took a small breath, and said, "I invited you here today because I'm going to die."
"You're going to die." Mr. Tu nodded while knocking the seeds.
Before Ah Yin could smack it out with a "tsk", the youngest Tu shuddered as if struck by an electric shock: "What? Are you going to die?"
After several days of psychological construction, Song Nineteen was very calm. She didn't look at Li Shiyi's wrinkled brows, she only took a deep breath, and repeated as she had practiced before: "I really don't have a way. I originally wanted to stop the time, but if you all freeze, I will What's it like to live alone?"
She bowed her head and twisted the corners of her clothes, her small nose fluttered like a fish spitting bubbles, and she swallowed the sourness in her nasal cavity, before sorting out her emotions and raising her head, she confessed to the stunned Mr. I've thought about it, your name is Tu Sanping, he'll be Tu Sishun, and when you go out, you'll know it's your son."
She blushed, bit her lip and said, "If you think it's good, you can use it, just think about it, and it's not in vain for me to have a good time with you."
"Use, use." The youngest Tu opened his mouth, unable to speak.
Song Nineteen was relieved, and was about to turn his head to Ayin again, but Li Shiyi said coolly, "What's the matter?"
Her voice was hoarse and hoarse when she woke up early, and it sounded a little more attractive and magnetic, and she was still waiting for an anxiety that could not be easily detected. head.
Li Shiyi's heart made people feel - sexy.
She rested her chin with the base of her palm, and then turned to look at Song Nineteen. Seeing her, she said sadly, "That corrupt beast is fierce. I saw that there was no hole in it, so I was careless. I didn't think it was an internal injury." She was a little annoyed, Seeing Li Shiyi's worried look, he lowered his voice again: "In the past two days, I have been bleeding faintly, and it is so powerful that I can't stop it."
She pursed her lips, and there were tears in her eyes. She wasn't very afraid of death, but she just confessed to Li Shiyi, and before she kissed me and me, she had to go there in a vague way, which made her a little sad.
A Yin was anxious, and looked around at her with his head stuck out: "Where is the blood? Vomiting?"
Li Shiyi's face turned pale, and the fingers on the table shrank slightly.
Song Nineteen looked at A Yin and shook his head, stopped his hand at the corner of his clothes, hooked his head, and glanced down at his lower abdomen.
A Yin was stunned, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Li Shiyi with a subtle expression.
Li Shiyi's retracted fingertips were flattened back, and his face returned to a light cloud and wind. Shui Liang's eyes calmly glanced at Song Shijiu, and then said to the confused Tu Laodao: "get out."
"Me?" Mr. Tu stared, pointing to the tip of his nose.
A Yin kicked him under the table: "Go!"
The youngest Tu was in pain, clutching his calf and turning back three steps and leaving the arena.
When the youngest Tu closed the door, Li Shiyi cleared his throat slightly, lowered his slender eyelashes, didn't look at Song Shijiu, and just looked at the table indifferently, but the words were thrown to her: "You used to be, ever since. Never been?"
Song Nineteen shook his head. Seeing that she didn't look at him, he hurriedly added, "No."
Li Shiyi thought about it, she should have been one year old a day before, and after this period of time, Fang Zhi's growth slowed down for a while, and her body adapted to the natural moon, day and age, and this was the tide.
She lifted her eyelids to look at Song Nineteen again and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
Song Nineteen said, "It doesn't hurt."
Li Shiyi was relieved a little, and asked her again, "You usually only read the scriptures and historical records, and get a book of words from A Yin Tao, right?"
Song Nineteen was startled, thinking that she was rushing to go by herself, and she wanted to calculate the general ledger. She hurriedly wanted to cover up the private exchange with Ayin, and hurriedly waved her hand: "No..."
Li Shiyi glanced at her, stood up and said to Ayin who smiled and bent over: "Find a few medical books for her to read."
She wanted to say more, A Yin was paralyzed on the table, and she put her face up to block the conversation: "I'll prepare the moon cloth, and I'll also ask her to be cold."
Li Shiyi closed his mouth and stopped looking at Song Shijiu who was stunned. He sighed and said goodbye.
Outside, Mr. Tu was still squatting in the courtyard. Seeing that Li Shiyi closed the door and entered the house without saying a word, his doubts arose, and he shifted his focus to another foot.
In the early morning of the second day, everyone packed their bags as promised. Yanshan is connected to Peiping and Chengde. It is counted as a suburb of the Four Nine Cities. You can go back and forth in one day, but just in case, you still bring some guys with you. Li Shiyi originally asked Tu. The youngest stayed in the house to guard the mother-in-law, but Mrs. Tu told her to eat and live. If the youngest Tu did not follow her, she would be very sorry.
Li Shiyi was helpless, and this was the answer.
The foreign car that had been hired earlier was parked in the alley, and Song Nineteen ran out of it just before he set off. After only one night of steadfastness, he regained his red-faced face and was full of energy, as light as a fluttering bird. It's just that she was too embarrassed to look at Li Shiyi, so she buried her head and got into the car with her baggage.
She always wanted to be next to Li Shiyi, but today she volunteered to go to the passenger seat, and Mr. Tu sat in the middle of the back row, looking at Li Shiyi, who was silent, and Ah, who was checking his nails. Yin, took another look at Song Nineteen, who was concentrating on the scenery outside the window, feeling embarrassed for a while, he shifted his butt, and inadvertently hummed a little tune.
Just half a sentence out of his mouth, he heard Ayin shuddering, clutching his chest and asking him, "What are you doing!"
"Sing, sing Qu'er." Mr. Tu shook his legs, he wanted to sing Qu'er when he was embarrassed, it was a natural problem.
Ayin rolled her eyelids: "The sound of killing pigs is more graceful than your song."
Song Nineteen smiled in front of him, and A Yin was interested and teased her: "Little Nineteen, hum a song. Just that one, I taught you a few days ago."
Song Nineteen was a little embarrassed, and because Li Shiyi was behind, he was even less generous, biting his lower lip before humming the lyrics out of his nose.
"The temples are like crows, and the temples are cut like knives. The small hibiscus flowers have narrow foreheads. If you don't make up, I'm afraid that my mother will guess. I can't help but insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half crooked."
The poem is called "Half of the Children's Questions" and was written by Wang Heqing. It is about a girl in a boudoir who wants to see her sweetheart, sitting in front of her dressing and taking a selfie in the mirror. The girl with cloudy temples and flowers on her forehead is beautiful enough, but the golden hairpin on her head is inserted crookedly due to the rippling of her thoughts, and her hair is loosely wrapped in a bun, like a girl's love that can't be contained.
Song Nineteen's voice was sweet and unfamiliar with worldly affairs, with a soft sound and a heavy sound, ups and downs as the wheels swayed, and if the friction sounded louder, it was impossible to hear her slightly trembling tail sound, but it was such a natural humming. , shuttle among the noisy fireworks, as if the stream gurgles accompanied by the twilight drum and the morning bell, making the spiritual platform clear and bright.
With a smile on the corner of A Yin's mouth, he leaned on the car window with a thoughtful expression, his eyes looked straight ahead, but he didn't seem to be looking straight ahead.
She had sung this song to Li Shiyi before, and her voice was gorgeous and sad, and it would be best to put it in the kiln. The benefactors like to listen to this kind of thing, and there is some leisurely sadness in the tactful way, as if the Yao sister also has a deep affection, and entrusts them to them empty-handedly, which makes them feel a little melancholy that they are in love and cannot be together.
Men are the most clumsy animals in the world, they practice the will of a good family and find love in a kiln.
A Yin smiled, and Yu Guang glanced at Li Shiyi looking at her thoughtfully, then turned to look forward. It turned out that Li Shiyi, who was listening to Qu'er, was different. When listening to the former Ayin singing, she was smiling, and when listening to the later Ayin singing, she was worried.
But there has never been a time when she heard Song Nineteen, the shadow of her eyelashes concealed her serious look, her smile was faint, Song Nineteen's voice was higher, her eyelashes trembled, and Song Nineteen's voice was low. Immediately, her brows furrowed.
She thought about breaking her head before she realized that the thing that was hanging on Li Shiyi's nose at the moment was called Chen Xi, and Li Shiyi's expression was called hope.
In troubled times, it is easy to cry, easy to laugh, and to live with hope, but not easy.
The author says:
1. The first time I had my menstrual period, I thought I was going to die. It was my friend's personal experience. I also read posts on the Internet. Many people have such experiences, so please don't laugh at milk. Education is important. (Laughing) 2. Zha Qichang's "Mulan Temple": "The girl is left with a flower name, and the spring breeze blows every year."