Nine masters? Song Nineteen rolled his eyes.
Li Shiyi was not surprised. He took the jade flute handed over by the five coins, tapped the back of Song Shijiu's soft hand, and went with her to find the mountain temple.
Tu Lao Yao was thinking about the stewed pig's feet at home, so he also hurried to leave. After a lively meal, there were two more A Yin and A Luo in the house.
Aro washed her hands and watered the flowers, Ayin leaned over the table and flipped through her books, then sat on the desk with both hands propped up, with her toes hanging on her heels that were not very secure, knocking on the table again and again foot. She squinted at the person in front of her, her waist was tightly gripped, her shoulders were soft and weak, and even her lips were dreary with only a pitiful amount of powder, as if she had just inadvertently printed it on herself.
If she used to look down on such a listless girl, she was stubborn since she was a child, arrogant in the future, her lips should be as red as peony, the corners of her eyes should be as glamorous as gold foil, and she would be the first thief in the world to tie her head. , to be the most prostitute in the world for prostitutes.
But it happened once or twice, no matter how good the heart or the body, was always planted in front of people who had clear soup and little water, never asked her, and kowtowed to herself with a thud, the pain made her dizzy, and the pain made her grit her teeth.
"If you have any questions, just ask." Arrow said.
A Yin said, "Is this your first time?"
The branches cover half of Aro's face, and even the shadows and lights are very beautiful. She lifted the kettle in her hand and turned her head: "Yes."
A Yin's chest made a "hum" sound, as if she was surprised, but at the same time, she thought about it carefully. In her life, it seemed that she had never had a single share of anything, and naturally she didn't dare to expect too much. He is the "number one" of others who are more than 2,300 years old.
She folded her legs, raised her hand and twisted her ear hair.
Instead, Aro smiled and asked her, "What?"
A Yin is not convinced: "You have lived for so long, and you have never tasted it?"
Aro said sincerely: "I don't ask about human affairs, and I don't know if my ghostly energy can withstand mortals."
"Where's the ghost? Where's the ghost from Taishan Mansion?"
"As a Tenth Temple Yama, I am naturally a little prudent." A Luo said.
The beautiful woman who was as bright as spring laughed out of joy, jumped off the table with her back hand, and stepped forward and backward with her pointed heels, leaned in front of the beam and looked at her with eyes: "If you are The first time, I won't treat you badly."
Although A Luo was the one who worked hard just now, because of this "first time", A Yin actually had some not-so-casual thoughts.
Aro raised his graceful face slightly and looked at her inquiringly.
"What do you like? Rouge? Gouache? Clothes from the ready-to-wear bureau?"
"No." Aro shook his head.
"If you think it's good." She paused, still bent over to water the flowers, and then said softly after a while, "Next time, just say less to the other side, and you'll be fine."
next time? A Yin Youyou raised her brows, and without thinking about it, she returned her thoughts to the previous sentence.
- If you feel good. This sentence is often heard in the tailor shop in the south of the city, the jewelry store on Gulou Street, the new sugar triangle in the tea stall, when the shopkeeper handed over the wrapped oil paper, he always said this sentence.
This sentence came from the mouth of the person in front of him at this time and place, so out of place, yet so heart-warming. Inexplicably, it has a three-point unfamiliar politeness, a shyness that is still about to talk, a conscientious and cautious, and a careful thought that is eager to be recognized when holding something.
The ironing makes the pores feel comfortable. A Yin pulled the corners of her lips and raised her shawl thoughtfully.
Xinyan under the eaves holds mud in his mouth and builds a nest in the misty rain. Li Shiyi holds an umbrella and carries Song Shijiu. He walks deep and shallow on the mountain road. There are many monasteries in Peiping who can name them. There are not many temples, so after a lot of inquiries, I found a small room under the Xiangji Temple in Yuquan Mountain, southwest of Yufeng Pagoda.
This mountain temple is a few years old, and it seems that there is no incense anymore. The mottled walls are in disrepair and decay, but the blue tiles have been washed brightly by the rain, as if there is some hospitality to welcome guests.
Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu didn't even bother to go in and look at the mountain god's old man's house, so they went straight to the backyard. Li Shiyi handed the umbrella to Song Jiujiu, took out the jade flute and wiped the hole with his thumb. , was about to put it on his lips, but was stunned by the sound of rain hitting Basho.
Song Nineteen watched the omnipotent Li Shiyi put down the jade flute that was near his lips, and asked her before speaking, "Miss Ah Luo, have you ever said, what are you playing?"
Song Nineteen pursed his lips twice, only to feel that he was very beautiful.
Li Shiyi saw that she was stunned, knowing that she could not count on it, he sighed in relief, tapped the jade flute in the palm of his hand, then looked at the bricks and tiles with his neck, and suddenly said: "You blow. "
Since Aro asked her to bring the "Nine Masters", there must be a reason.
Song Nineteen was stunned, exchanged the paper umbrella for her, took the jade flute, and brought it close to his lower lip under Li Shiyi's indifferent gaze, propped it up with both hands, not knowing what it was like. She looked away and suddenly felt that she was terrible. She didn't know what to blow, but every inch of her body was convinced of Li Shiyi's request, as if everything from the hair to the tips of her toes was facing the person in front of her. People bow their heads.
She seriously watched herself blow a few dry staccatos, whimpering, and her ears were pierced by the rustling of the bananas being knocked down. She disturbed the rain, the paper umbrellas, and the green trees and green tiles. The mountain god, and Li Shiyi, who stood with an umbrella, disturbed her with his eyes.
Song Nineteen lowered his rain-soaked eyelashes, and soon fanned out like a new butterfly spreading its wings. Eyes bright as the sun looked at Li Shiyi, Li Shiyi tightened his umbrella-holding hand, and his thumb was in the air. Scrape lightly on the bamboo handle.
The ten fingers were scattered like the tips of bamboo shoots, and a beautiful and melodious tune came out of the small hole, and the voice was soaring into the sky. Song Nineteen's straight eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were faintly pink again. The dark pupils dilated, and then the surprise was hidden in the pursed lips.
She had a strange and long-lost curiosity. In this rainy mountain forest, she looked at the clean and tender girl in front of her, and had the urge to find out. What is the name of this piece, when did she learn it, what kind of memory does it have when playing it, and who ever had the blessing of listening.
She suddenly realized that she took her out, raised her, and looked at her one-year-old appearance, but she had never owned her. She laughed at the thought of "owning" herself, and lowered her head with a slight hook on the corner of her mouth.
The sleeping frog jumped violently, and an inconspicuous brick and tile under the eaves was put up, like a small tent, and a little-finger-thick snake swam out of the gap. When it was pinched down, the green snake raised its upper body, looked around like a child in the rain curtain, made a soft "ya", and said respectfully, "Nine Masters."
Song Nineteen was very strange that this snake could understand human speech.
Song Nineteen put down the flute and waited for the little snake to climb down along the beam of the house. He hurriedly swam in front of her, stood up, and stretched his body very long, as if trying to reach her, but seeing that he couldn't reach her, he said: "The nine masters are summoned, what is the order?"
The voice was young and hoarse, like a child choking on smoke.
Song Nineteen squatted down with squinted eyes, Yudi knocked its head, and asked it in a low voice, "Do you listen to me?"
The little snake said suspiciously: "Naturally."
Take the accent, the cadence, like an ancient person.
Song Shijiu laughed, looked up at Li Shiyi and smiled: "You have a paper figurine baby, I have a little green snake, look, let's..."
"What?" Li Shiyi stood with an umbrella in one hand.
Song Nineteen blushed slightly, bit his lip and looked at the little snake, picked a leaf as an umbrella for it, and asked it in a very soft voice, "Is it a good match?"
The word "Yeah" is a sound of anger, hidden in the sound of rain.
"Yes." Little Snake didn't understand, and nodded instinctively.
Song Shijiu's joy was about to drip out of the crooked silkworm, Li Shiyi coughed softly from above, and reminded: "Speak the business."
Song Nineteen nodded, patted the little snake's head, and asked it with a smile: "Send a message to Yu Shi's concubine, and I'll use her nose, okay?"
Xiao Qing Snake took his life, put down the umbrella and saluted, and then froze on the spot, as if he was dead, and didn't move for a while.
The two waited for a while, until the rain and fog were about to stop, and the sky dimmed, and then they saw the little snake spit out Xinzi, opened his eyes and said, "Please close your eyes."
Song Jiujiu lowered his eyelids and smelled a strange fragrance. He quickly got in through his nostrils, attacked the city along the bridge of his nose, and finally reached Tianling Gai. The son exploded in his head, causing Song Nineteen to burst into tears in an instant while covering his eyebrows.
Seeing her strange expression, Li Shiyi hurriedly put the umbrella aside and squatted down, asking her, "Does it hurt?"
Song Nineteen sneezed, with tears in his eyes, and even slurred his words: "Wait, wait."
She wiped away a handful of tears, but her palm was still pressed against the center of her forehead, her facial features slipped out of place, and it was very difficult for her to reply to her previous description. , seeing her gradually calm down, her small nose flaps slightly, her eyes changed a bit, she paused, and said, "You are so fragrant."
Li Shiyi glanced at her, stood up, picked up his umbrella, and walked back.
Song Nineteen said goodbye to Xiaoqing Snake, and jumped up to catch up with the skirt in three or two steps.
It is said that the five senses are connected. With a sensitive nose, even eyesight is much better. In Song Nineteen's eyes, everything seems to have been fished out of the water. Look, it turns out that the leaves that have been wiped by the windshield are so fragrant, it turns out that the smell of soil is so rich and thick, it turns out that the stone has the same smell as the barrel of a gun, it turns out that Li Shiyi's body fragrance is a thousand times more than what she imagined. more charming.
Between her fingers, there is the straightness of the inkstone, the mellowness of the scroll, the fresh aroma of the rice, the calmness of the talisman paper, and the unique smell of tobacco. The raw rhinoceros and basil are tempting her bones and blood to move, and the liquor is even more difficult to give up. Indistinguishable, wormwood pulled her to the mortal world, giving her the emotions she could imagine.
Her lips, her nose, her eyebrows, her eyes, through the layers of smells, cluttered Song Nineteen's mind one after another.
She raised her hand to cover her nose and was about to lose her grip.
Song Nineteen still didn't know that Yu Shi's concubine as a snake girl, in addition to her spirit nose, had her own three-point lazy snake charm, which made her love for her sweetheart even more.
She couldn't help going over, took Li Shiyi's arm, and put her face on her shoulder carefully. Li Shiyi glanced at her, and she said softly, "A little dizzy."
Li Shiyi was afraid that she would react differently because of the new borrowed nose, so he didn't push her too much, and just let her pull with his hands straight.
Song Nineteen walked slowly leaning against her, and suddenly felt some emotion, recalling the days when she was hugged and held, it was like a lifetime, she closed her lips and sighed, "You haven't hugged me for a long time. "
Because this time, she was the only one with her, so she dared to act so blatantly.
She thought that Li Shiyi would not pay attention to her nonsense, but when she heard Li Shiyi move her thin lips, her voice was as light as the cool weather: "Didn't you hug me yesterday?"
Song Nineteen's auricle moved, and her face lightly rubbed against her pleasant shoulder, dyed with a light powder.
She didn't say anything else, only slightly raised the corner of her mouth.
It turned out that in Li Shiyi's cognition, it was not an inadvertent hug, it was a genuine hug.