This was the first time Song Nineteen heard Li Shiyi talk about love.
Even if it's not facing her.
It turned out that the words "long time" came out of Li Shiyi's mouth, which sounded like a long kiss. Song Nineteen felt that his unresolved love had become a cup of tea. Li Shiyi gently took it out, put it in the pot, and washed it away with hot water. The scattered limbs and bones gave off a fragrant fragrance, and then restrained and reserved. She was picked up and taken out of the small spout.
Loving someone is a light-hearted secret, and even if the heart is pounded a thousand times, there are often only less important things left when it is put on the face.
Can't ask anyone to feel the same way about this, and even hope that no one feels the same way, Song Nineteen developed an embarrassing possessiveness, the object is Li Shiyi's romance and tenderness.
She shouldn't use the word romantic to describe the person in front of her, but when Li Shiyi said that sentence in a slightly nasal tone, she gave birth to the illusion that the two of them were the only ones left.
She walked with her in the mountains, in the water, in the sunny sky, and among the snowy roads. One foot is deep, the other is shallow, the deep is the company of the long years, and the shallow is the love that has been tasted and stopped.
Song Nineteen secretly glanced at Li Shiyi. If she said that what she liked most about Li Shiyi, it was probably her eyelashes. They were thick and slender, not curled like the girl next to them. The unfathomable deep meaning was isolated from her eyes, like a curtain made of beaded curtains, half-covered, full of reverie.
Her eyelashes would move when she turned a book, move when she was thinking, not move when she was looking at others, and occasionally move when she was looking at Song Nineteen.
Satisfying, but also this "accidental".
Song Nineteen bit her lower lip, a soft hair wrapped around her fingers, not very long, she wrapped it twice and nestled it in the palm of her hand.
After a while, he entered the mountain temple again. The little snake was waiting on the tile early, and when he saw Song Nineteen, he went down to the ground as quickly as yesterday, stretching his body as if he was ironing his wrinkled clothes.
Returning the nose is no different from when he borrowed it. He opened his eyes and closed his eyes. Song Nineteen touched his nose dizzy. The taste comes.
As the saying goes, from frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult, this is the truth. The good nose has only been used for a whole day, and if it is picked up again, it will be very uncomfortable.
Song Jiujiu said angrily to say goodbye to the little snake, but Li Shiyi looked at the little green snake for a while before saying anything.
Xiaoqing Snake also found something unusual, and glared at her with a stubborn head.
Li Shiyi leaned over slightly, pursed his thin lips, and quickly let go, and said warmly, "I have a reason, and I want to ask Lord Yu for help."
She has thought about it, Yu Shi's concubine is good at fighting snakes, her eyes and ears are clear, and it is better to ask her to inquire about the whereabouts of the divine beast than to be like a headless fly.
Song Nineteen turned his face and asked her, "What's the reason?"
She didn't know, and she wasn't very happy.
Li Shiyi glanced at her and turned around again: "May I ask Mr. Yu, do you know the whereabouts of the snake?"
Xiao Qingshe was stunned for a moment, then raised his neck to look at Li Shiyi, and said seriously: "To be honest, I'm not very willing to pay attention to you."
This made Heng change his face, and he didn't recognize it for a while. He went back to the temple to report to Lord Yu that day, and received a lot of criticism. Only then did he know that he was such a person. It doesn't understand how the nine masters are involved in this scourge, and they greet her wave after wave like a young girl throwing peach eyes at her. If it weren't for the snake's inability to produce chicken skin, I'm afraid it would immediately tremble. fall to the ground.
It's just a matter of adults, it's not easy for the little snake to snoop, it's just a matter of secretly slandering it, even with the disgust of Li Shiyi, it's very polite and disciplined.
Li Shiyi was stunned when she heard this. She seldom made requests to anyone, and she had never been rejected so ruthlessly. She forgot to get up for a while, widened her eyes slightly, and bit her teeth lightly. lining of the mouth.
Song Nineteen felt Li Shiyi's embarrassment, and for a while, he didn't care about the reason for the snake, he just squatted down and lightly tapped the head of the snake, and pretended to be angry: "Qingqing."
Jiu Dasheng was angry, that was incredible. The little snake pulled his body and stood up straight. He didn't dare to give a response. After the response, he realized that something was wrong, and he swam his neck carefully. Ask her, "Who is Qingqing?"
"You." Song Nineteen said.
The little white fox is called Abai, and the little green snake should be called Qingqing.
"Oh." The little snake nodded, let's go.
Seeing that it was well-behaved, Song Nineteen was satisfied. He retracted his hand and put it on his knee, and asked again in detail, "Can you tell me about the whereabouts of the snake?"
"Yes." The little snake is very principled, "The snake is not shy, it is not a serious snake, and he likes to drill into the fireworks willow alley. He appeared in the secret door of Zhangjiakou a month ago. 'Xianlusi' is also moving."
Song Nineteen blushed when he heard this, and unconsciously raised his hand to his face and gently fanned it, fearing that the little snake would see that she was ignorant, so the old god nodded, "uh" over his ears.
With a wave of her hand, she greeted the little snake to step back, stood up and looked up at Li Shiyi.
She wanted to take credit for Li Shiyi, but she was afraid that Li Shiyi, who had hit the wall, didn't like her flamboyant appearance, so she reached out and tugged at her cuff, and said softly, "Let's go."
However, Li Shiyi smiled, and the corners of his beautiful mouth could see through her thoughts as he pulled her back, and walked back with a "hmm".
Song Nineteen slapped the wind two more times, only to feel that the burning was so bad that Xian Lesi, a secret doorman, was not as sultry as Li Shiyi's curved mouth.
Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu went out, and the youngest Tu became the twenty-four filial gentleman again. Ayin had nothing to do. He was about to go back to the alley, but he turned on his heels halfway, and gently touched the ground. Knocked his toes and went to Arrow's house.
She walked slowly with her head down and wrapped in her coat, the slender high heels were grinding step by step in the small puddle. Back then, because of that reason, she entered the secret door, softened her waist and lightened her bones, but now that she has A Luo as her medicine, there is a way out in the days when she doesn't see the Five Fingers.
For example, she has developed the ability to walk at night in the secret passage, and is very satisfied with herself, thinking that she can live comfortably if she stays in it for the rest of her life. Suddenly, someone carried her into the sun, her ability to walk at night was no longer her ability, but her shortcomings that were hidden in the dark became real shortcomings, so she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her messy hair. The face is the same as the chaotic eyeballs.
Hypocritical. She laughed to herself with a puff.
She thought so, but there was no flaw on her face, she punched Wu Qian with deep brows, and drank two pots of wine with Aro.
Aro is thin and thin, but his drinker is good. After the trouble, he sits with her next to the courtyard and blows the wind. The two of them abandoned the table, chairs and benches, and only lifted up their skirts and sat on the stone ladder. A Yin leaned back with his arms on his back, and counted the roosters roaming in the yard with his long, crossed legs.
The fragrance of the wine is brewed by the jade bones and ice muscles, and it is the daughter Hong who is serious. Different girls brew it differently. Ayin has a sweet and greasy rouge smell, and Aro has a weak bamboo fragrance.
She is a little greedy for such a bamboo scent.
"You are a lord of hell, what do you do with chickens?"
Aro's sitting posture is very different from hers, with his back straight and his legs apart, his forearms resting on his knees, and he slowly draws his chin in a half circle with the wine.
She looked at the clucking chickens and smiled weakly: "I think they are very energetic."
"Spirit?" A Yin frowned.
Arrow nodded: "I was weak since I was a child, and I was slow in my actions, so I couldn't keep up my spirits."
She stretched out her index finger, nodded in the air, and her voice was very soft: "Look at them, all with their heads held high, no matter whether they walk or jump, whether happy or unhappy, the cockscomb is always raised upwards. Unyielding appearance."
This insight is somewhat new, A Yin squinted his eyes and smiled.
Aro lowered his chin, pursed his lips and thought: "I always wonder, what is it that can keep things eternally enthusiastic?"
A Yin looked up at the sky and did not answer her. Aro sighed incomprehensibly: "The days of Mount Tai... have been too long."
She spoke in a foggy way, but Ayin understood it clearly. The days of Taishan Mansion are not long, but lonely.
Alone was born with qi, without father, mother, brother or sister, he walked the Huangquan Road tens of thousands of times, and the reincarnated person was sentenced tens of thousands of times. You have to follow the rules and live a boring life.
A Yin half-closed her eyes, and before she spoke, she saw A Luo turned to look at her thoughtfully, and said softly, "You..."
A Yin raised an eyebrow at her.
She said: "It's also very spiritual."
Whether you are in a quagmire or a charcoal fire, you always have the arrogance of a prosperous life.
"Hey..." Ayin rolled over and sat up, her eyebrows standing upright: "You compare me to a chicken?"
A Luo looked at her with a crooked face, A Yin gestured to twist her hand in the air, retracted it with a light snort, held down the empty jug on the ground, and spun her three fingers in a circle.
Aro watched her fiddling with the jug, and reached out to stop the wandering jug.
A Yin looked up at her, saw A Luo's right hand rubbing her lower lip intentionally or unintentionally, looked at her and said, "Do you want to?"
A Yin gently lifted the jug up again and looked at her with a calm chest: "I want to."
A Luo smiled softly, stood up, grabbed A Yin's wrist, pulled her up slightly, and pulled her into the room.
A Yin is a clever girl at times, and a stupid girl at other times, as if she bluntly ignored A Luo's overtones. If Mr. Tu was present and tried his best to use his brain, he would be able to string together the two sentences "Aro likes chickens because of their spirit" and "Ayin is also spirited", but Ayin didn't.
She was pulled by Arlo, her heart beat, and she paused. The jump is indulgent, the pause is called cowardice.
The author says:
"Butterfly Loves Flowers Spring Scenery": The laughter gradually fades away, but the sentimental is ruthlessly annoyed.