The night was like a beast full of contentment, and the lights in Sijiu City were all scattered. Li Shiyi and the youngest Tu did not even say goodbye, so they went back to their respective houses. The cold wind hula hula and slammed the wooden door. Li Shiyi hugged Song Shijiu into the house, hooked the door and kicked her on the wooden bed. He took out a camphor-scented buckwheat pillow from the cupboard and placed it on her head. Then, he poured hot water and sat by the bed to wipe her body again. Seeing that she was not noisy or noisy, she was so well-behaved that she couldn't help but stretched out her index finger to slightly touch her fat chin, and said to herself: " what are you?"
Song Nineteen stared at the two big eyes, and spit bubbles in confusion.
Li Shiyi laughed and got out of bed with his left hand on his right shoulder. After thinking about it, he took some black charcoal from outside, and burned a charcoal pot.
As soon as she finished the attack, she was already very tired, so she forced her eyelids to boil the water, and then she relaxed and sat in front of the mirror. Song Nineteen raised his chin, kicked his legs, struggled to turn over, and looked at her curiously.
In the sparse moonlight, she saw Li Shiyi take off his gray robe, put it on the back of the chair, twisted a hot towel and scalded it on his right cheek, and the steam mist obscured the mirror, Li Shiyi. There is no need to look at it, as he skillfully and carefully tore the piece of softened rotten skin off his face, as if torn off a piece of painted skin attached to a bone.
The last bit of adhesion pulled her skin up and retracted it again, with a faint red mark. The skin under the rotten skin was smooth and smooth, as white and tender as a new born. The eyebrow line filled with coal, black, black, yellow and yellow dyed a towel, and only then did she show her original face like green mountains and green waters.
Her face is neither gorgeous nor at all gorgeous. She is still pure and watery, and her facial features can't be picked out, but they are so beautiful and beautiful when they are gathered together. Eyes, you can't see enough.
Song Nineteen blinked and blinked again, imprinting this face into his ignorant pupils.
After Li Shiyi finished wiping his face, he took off his melon rind cap again, and the bangs like a dog's gnawing escaped the pressure and spread out smoothly. She poured a pot of boiling water, put on a towel and washed her hair outside the door. Her movements were extremely fast, and she rinsed it off in three or two strokes, splashed the water out, and walked in with the enamel basin.
While wiping her wet short hair, she stood by the kerosene lamp in front of the table and flipped through a few books.
The first word Song Nineteen learned was probably clean. In the dark cave tomb, in the chaotic world of the red dust, in the chaos of the riotous army, I met a very clean Li Shiyi.
When his hair was almost dry and the sleepiness was over, Li Shiyi sat outside the door as usual and blew the cool breeze for a while before entering the door, laying down beside Song Shijiu and covering him with a quilt. , seeing that her eyes were still open, he turned to face her, put his hand on her waist and patted her twice, and whispered, "Sleep."
After speaking, he retracted his hand and leaned it against his face. After a while, he closed his eyes and breathed steadily.
Song Nineteen kicked his short right leg, and tried his best to turn over to lie on his side, staring at Li Shiyi's hand, putting his fleshy fist on his cheek with difficulty, then closed his eyes to calm his nerves, and fell asleep.
The kerosene was exhausted by the wick, and the last bit of light was taken away by the whistling cold wind. The sound of a clapper knocked a few times, and the thick bedding fell halfway down. If you were not careful, you would slap on the sparks. On the bed came a white and tender little man like a lotus root. , rolled over to the ground with his round buttocks in his pockets, supported the bed along his legs, and stood up staggeringly.
The little man's clothes were only half-covered, and he walked around the table and chairs. He walked out of the house ignorantly. When he reached the stairs, he stopped and thought about it. He sat down with his legs and buttocks. The wind blew like that for a while before going to bed, then got up and went into the house.
When she went to bed again, her skills were much more agile. She used her hands and feet to climb to Li Shiyi's side and pull up the quilt for herself. Seeing Li Shiyi lying on her back, her hands were folded on her abdomen, her slender legs were crossed, and she also stretched out. I stretched two calves and wanted to twist them together, but I couldn't learn it anyway, so I gave up and fell asleep with my head tilted.
In the early morning of the next day, Li Shiyi finished grooming and put on his disguise again. He glanced at the bed with a thoughtful look, and walked to the table in deep thought. A thumb-length paper figure was found in the cowhide book, and he picked up the cinnabar pen on the side to write a few words. After reciting a few words, the paper figure turned over immediately, stood firmly on the ground, and saluted very politely, with a clear and childlike voice: "Eleven."
Li Shiyi made a "uh" and tapped it on the head: "Call Mr. Tu here."
The paper man led the way, slid down the legs of the table, stood along the base of the wall, picked up a dead leaf and put it on his forehead, and ran away in a hurry.
Here, Mr. Tu has cooked dinner for his mother-in-law, and was moving the bench to sit in the yard washing the bacon, when suddenly a small piece of dead leaf was swimming at the base of the wall, floating towards it as if carried by ants. When he stopped by the bacon, he was wondering when he saw the leaf flipped open, revealing a small paper-cut man, and bowed respectfully: "Youngest Tu!"
Youngest Tu was so terrified that he almost jumped up from the stool, pointed at it and said, "You, you... What kind of thing are you!"
The paper figurine understands etiquette very well, and stood with his legs together: "I will call you over on the eleventh."
After he finished speaking, he pushed up the leaves again, like a gentleman with an umbrella.
"Eleventh sister's messenger baby?" Mr. Tu looked at it from side to side, and then reached out to pick up its leaf umbrella. After the paper man protested, he put it back, wiped two hands on his trouser legs, and walked to the kitchen: "You...you wait a moment, I just cooked porridge and brought two bowls to Eleventh sister."
After a while, the youngest Tu came out with a basket, and went to Li Shi's family together with the paper man against the wall.
The old hen next door had just laid an egg and clucked for credit, breaking the silence of the youngest Tu and Li Shiyi. Tu Laoyao grinned, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bed in disbelief, and Yahuazi became hard: "This, is Song Nineteen? The one I brought back yesterday?"
Li Shiyi nodded, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, the sun jumping in from the ends of her hair.
"My mother!" Tu Lao Yao approached Song Nineteen who was on the bed, his face was still as round as a silver plate, only his chin was slightly retracted, and his eyebrows were still the same, but they seemed to be enlarged by a diorama. , changed into a floral cloth, and at this moment, the meat was sitting on the edge of the cot, looking at him blankly.
The youngest Tu tugged at her hand, tugged at her foot again, and glanced at her hair that had grown beyond her ears. She couldn't understand how the little baby who was delivered yesterday could grow into one overnight. A year old
Li Shiyi pouted, shook his head helplessly, walked to the dining table, took out Mr. Tu's food, sat down, grabbed the porridge bowl and took a big gulp.
Youngest Tu stared at Song Nineteen for a long while with lingering fears, then followed over to sit down, knocked a salted duck egg, and asked her, "I'm afraid it's not a monster?"
"I don't know." Li Shiyi still said the same thing.
"She doesn't eat?" Mr. Tu suddenly remembered this.
"I fed it yesterday, but I don't eat it."
Mr. Tu put on a bowl of rice with a lot of thought, and thought to himself: "What is the origin? Otherwise, go to the coffin and ask again?"
"No," Li Shiyi shook his head and explained in detail, "After a person dies and reincarnates, there will usually be one or two points of spirit left in the coffin. This coffin is the spirit. The spirit is weak and has no owner. If it wants to open its mouth to answer, it must first ask where it came from, and then ask it where it returns, so that it can regain some consciousness, and only then will it have the memory of its lifetime."
Tu Laoyao was stunned for a moment, and the action of peeling the eggshell also slowed down.
"And after the spirit has a little consciousness, it can only answer one question. If you ask a lot, and the spirit has thoughts, it will be very easy to refine it into the soul, the soul gathers the soul, and the soul cultivates the body, and it becomes what ordinary people say— A sneaky thing."
The youngest Tu barely understood, in short, a coffin can only ask three times, and answer once, and more will not be enough.
He sighed slowly: "And this is so important." He licked his lips worriedly: "How can this be done?"
Li Shiyi put the bowl down and said in a deep voice, "After dinner, go out with me."
The more difficult the world is, the more lively the fireworks and willow alleys are. The alleys are soaked with the greasy smell of gouache, which comes out from the cracks in the brick and tile walls, and piles up on the faces of the smiling hairpin people leaning against the door.
With a full smile on his face, the youngest Tu avoided the silk thrown by the young girl, and teased Li Shiyi who was not looking sideways: "You are familiar with the way, you can't see it."
Li Shiyi hugged Song Shijiu with one hand. Seeing her clinging to his neck and looking around curiously with her head stretched out, Li Shiyi pressed the back of her head down gently with her left hand, making her obediently bend over to him. on the shoulders.
The small breath was moist and warm, flashing between her neck together with her curled eyelashes, Li Shiyi glanced sideways, and calmly caressed her soft waist.
The wooden ladder rattled, and Mr. Tu and Li Shiyi entered a courtyard, and then went up the stairs, and then passed around a few hollowed-out and carved wing rooms, and stopped at the end. Before Li Shiyi raised his hand and knocked on the door, he heard a soft, tender voice inside: "Come in."
The room was burning with lily-flavored incense, Gululu was cooking Lu'an tea, and a handful of melon seed shells were thrown on the ground. The shells were stained with fresh rouge. Wearing a delicate embroidered shoe, dangling above the shell of the sunflower seeds.
After shaking it for three or two times, the embroidered shoe fell to the ground. The owner threw the melon seeds in his hand on the table, leaned against the table, and said, "Yo, where did you get that girl doll!"
Mr. Tu hadn't regained his senses, but only smelled a fragrant wind. The girl bullied her, hugged Song Nineteen, put her legs back on the low stool, and stroked Song Nineteen's hair twice. The love and love in the room will overflow: "What a handsome girl, do you want to eat milk?"
As she spoke, she was about to unbutton the cheongsam, and the youngest Tu shouted, covered her face and stepped back: "Don't, don't, don't tell me!"
"Bah!" The girl spat at him, stopped and hugged Song Nineteen, "I want to feed him, but I have to have it."
Tu Laoyao showed an eye from the slit of his hand, and saw the girl handing Song Nineteen back to Li Shiyi with a smile, and called her, "Eleven."
Li Shiyi secretly hooked the corner of his mouth and nodded, "Ayin."
Mr. Tu put his heart back in his stomach, and then he was free to look at the girl called Ayin, with watery eyes and a small mouth, a light-white nose and a pointed chin. It was picked up by the waves, and it was carrying a beautiful woman from a very bad family.
Ayin seemed to know Li Shiyi's intentions, and ignored the youngest Tu. She just walked softly to the dressing box, and pulled out a kit from a drawer, which was exactly the same as the one Li Shiyi used in the tomb. A Yin shoved it into her hand: "Here, a penny of wormwood, a penny of rhinoceros, three penny of basil, and half a tael of white wine, soaked the cut tobacco for thirty-six days, the same as before, exactly the same."
"Ho." Mr. Tu looked at him with admiration.
Li Shiyi took it in a gracious manner, and came straight to the point: "There is one more thing."
With a deep smile, A Yin raised her eyebrows in a sympathetic manner: "I have touched the bones of that doll just now. It is neither a ghost nor a human being."
Li Shiyi frowned, bit the second knuckle of his index finger habitually, and thought silently.
"Touch your bones?" Mr. Tu couldn't help but say.
Ayin chuckled lightly, and then knocked up the melon seeds: "Since Eleven is willing to bring you, there is nothing to say. I ate a meal with Eleven, only different sects, touch the bones in the south, ask the coffin in the north, Have you heard of it?"
"No." Mr. Tu shook his head honestly.
A Yin rolled her eyes and ignored him.
However, he heard the youngest Tu look at her suspiciously: "Eat this kind of food, do this business of selling yourself? Are you not good at craftsmanship?"
"Fart!" A Yin threw the melon seeds, but there was no anger on his face, "Others are selling themselves, and what I do is ideal."
The youngest Tu took a sip: "Is it ideal to do this?"
"You know shit." A Yin didn't look down on his stupid appearance, and secretly exchanged glances with Li Shiyi, asking if she owed him a lot of money.
Li Shiyi still looked like a clear soup with little water, only raised his eyelids lightly, hugged Song Shijiu and said goodbye.
But I heard Ayin say: "Since you are here, I happen to have a business. I have been unhappy recently, and I don't want to fight. I just ask you, do you want to go?"
She held the silk and stretched out a finger, Li Shiyi turned around and sat down: "Speak."