At night, the stars were like flies, and the Li family's yard fell into a good sleep. Only Song Nineteen's house was brightly lit, and a cold and handsome shadow was printed on the screen window, which was hooked with a warm edge by the yellow light.
Song Nineteen had a fever after returning from the mountain temple. He rolled his eyelids and talked nonsense. Mr. Tu volunteered to find Ah Luo. Ah Luo heard that he had returned his nose and was removing the snake venom. He burned for a night. Just fine.
Having said that, Li Shiyi couldn't rest assured, he fed Song Shijiu a small bowl of white porridge, and sat beside the bed to watch her sleep peacefully.
Song Nineteen was in better spirits, her cheeks were still crimson, and her lips were red as if they had been smashed by flower juice. Her eyes were small, as if they were a little sour from the candlelight, and Li Shi was reflected in her pupils. One is clear and bright, as if the solitary bright moon was encircled into the well water.
Li Shiyi's right hand rested on the edge of the bed, and his left hand showed the letter from Arrow, and looked down at it.
Li Shiyi had read about the strange beasts like the hunan in the "Sutra of the Southern Mountains", and they looked like apes and monkeys.
Ah Luo's meaning is very clear, if he finds and asks, Song Nineteen's past will naturally come to light.
Song Shijiu looked at Li Shiyi on the buckwheat pillow, the heat from his nose was thick, his eyelids were heavy, his temples seemed to have been repeatedly smashed with a sledgehammer, and the surroundings seemed to be baked under the sun, twisted and twisted. out of shape.
However, Li Shiyi was very clear-cut, with clear eyebrows and an undisguised appearance, like the pendulum of a foreign clock, firmly tying the twisted world with idle laziness.
Song Nineteen opened his mouth with a heavy nasal voice: "What did she say?"
Li Shiyi moved his fingers, folded the letter, and said, "I'm going to look for Yuhu."
"Yugong, it's in the south, isn't it?" Song Nineteen coughed twice, raised his hand to cover his small lips, and Li Shiyi raised his hand to smooth her back and nodded.
She looked at the thoughtful Song Nineteen, her ears were the snake she was inquiring about during the day, and she was holding the hunchback urgently to be found. She has always been a very organized person, but for the first time she made a mistake in the order of things. Difficulty.
It is puzzling that the two samples should not be compared, or even side by side.
She vaguely felt that it was not the two alien beasts that had to be ranked first, but something next to it. That thing had been in her heart for a long time, and she got impatient and began to ask her for an explanation in a low voice.
Her throat moved, and the dim light of her eyes swept under the candlelight.
The finger was poked with a hot softness, and pulled up tentatively, pinching her joints one by one. Song Nineteen played with Li Shiyi's hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, she said, "Can I spend some time looking for the hunchback?"
Her tone was weak, as if she said it casually, Li Shiyi moved her fingertips and asked her, "Why?"
Song Nineteen said, "This time we're going south, it may take a long time. I want to wait for the youngest little Tu to fall to the ground and put on the longevity lock before leaving."
She still had a little selfishness that she didn't tell Li Shiyi, just now she looked like a little green snake, as if she had had a holiday with Li Shiyi. I won't be able to lie down in Li Shiyi's warmth like this again.
The girl in front of her was hiding something. Li Shiyi knew it better than anyone else. She looked at her, and her sickness made her so weak.
She retreated in a stalemate in her heart, but she really felt that Song Nineteen was going to retreat. She raised her hand and stroked Song Nineteen's sweaty hair. Song Nineteen was startled, her lips pursed. After a couple of times, she took her retreating hand and put her face in her dry palm.
"I'm sick," she said. "You mustn't push me."
Li Shiyi pursed his lips and flashed his eyes, feeling a little amused in his heart. He was so righteous and ill that he held her hand and grinned like a young fox protecting food.
I don't know if it was because of the fact that he had been hugged since he was a child, Li Shiyi didn't reject Song Jiujin's skin-to-skin date, and even had a little bit of accustomed to it.
Song Nineteen spoke, her breath hitting her skin: "I used to look at you like this."
"You didn't pay much attention to me at that time. You couldn't sleep at night, you would go out to dry, and I would follow your style. After washing your hair and wiping your hair, you used your right hand, but once you used your left hand, and just rubbed it randomly and then changed it. "
"You don't pay much attention to what you eat and drink, but you pay attention to books. When you have nothing to do, you like to lean on the desk and turn over books. Everyone else is sitting, but you always put the stool by your lap, stand with your back down and look at it."
"I thought at that time, when I can talk, I must ask you, Li Shiyi, is your stool a decoration?" Song Shijiu pretended to catch the accent of questioning, but he couldn't control himself. He smiled, "But when I really knew how to speak, I forgot."
She was probably very ill, and she was talking rambles, but it was all Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi remembered that she contradicted her with tears in her eyes, and asked her to see if she liked her with full satisfaction.
It seems to have seen it. The corners of her mouth pressed slightly.
Song Nineteen gradually softened his voice: "Li Shiyi."
"Um."
She smiled with frowning eyes, and called her again: "Eleven."
"Um."
"one."
"...what are you doing?" Li Shiyi pulled out his hand and patted her cheek effortlessly.
Song Nineteen was overjoyed and was about to open her mouth when she heard the wooden door rattle, and the fragrance came along with the rhythm of swinging high heels. A Yin came in sweeping the dust on her shoulders, her eyes swept between the two of her, and she sat on the edge of the bed. Touching Song Nineteen's face, he asked her, "Is it better?"
Li Shiyi calmly retracted his hand and helped him to the side of the bed, his three fingers were loosely draped, his eyes glanced at Erlang's lap, which was tilted up by A Yin, and then circled her fingers against Song Jiujiu's cheek. lock up.
It was Li Shiyi's usual look, indifferent and cool.
She saw A Yin leaning over, and Rosemary and her shadow wrapped Song Nineteen together. She rubbed her chin twice with her fingertips, as if she was checking whether it was hot or not. After a while, she withdrew her hand. One's forehead touched, and he said, "It's still hot."
Her fingers were cold outside, so comfortable that Song Nineteen groaned. Seeing her withdraw, she licked her dry lips before speaking.
Li Shiyi glanced at Song Nineteen, took the letter sideways, and folded it three or two times, feeling that it was not very neat, and then took it apart again, pressing his slender fingers one by one, with a sloppy hesitation in his movements.
Seeing that Song Nineteen was not in good spirits, Ayin talked with her for a while, and then asked her if she wanted to play Jiulianhuan. Song Nineteen smiled and said, "I won't play that long." After a while, he whispered again, " Come over here."
Li Shiyi frowned. Seeing Ayin leaning forward, Song Jiujin pursed her rosy lips and said a few words to her. Ayin opened her eyes, and after a while, she smiled and shook her head. : "I don't have a new book."
"Ah?" Song Nineteen was terrified, but Li Shiyi heard her. She glanced halfway at Li Shi and hid her nose under the quilt.
For the first time, Li Shiyi felt that he was a little redundant.
She is not a person who steals the limelight. Many times she even wants to hide herself, but Song Nineteen's distance makes her a little uncomfortable. It seems that the "full of satisfaction" that she had just seen with ease was smashed to pieces in an instant, but it was the cause of the accident. The author is so naive that it is impossible to find a reason to move the crowd to ask the guilt.
She hooked her head silently, pursed the corners of her mouth, bent her index finger, and tapped on the side of the bed.
Ayin told Song Shijiu two jokes, and seeing that it was getting late, she stood up and helped Li Shiyi, touching Li Shiyi, and said, "She burned a few times and dried out a few sweats. I must be tired and panic, I have to twist the hot towel, unbutton my clothes and wipe the vest."
Li Shiyi's eyes moved, and he looked at Song Nineteen hesitantly, but saw Song Nineteen's face blushing and then turning white, he met her eyes, and moved away in a panic, holding Ayin with a hoarse voice: "Ah Sister Yin wipes it for me."
After running around for a day, she was so dirty, how could Li Shiyi see her. Besides, it is one thing to beg Bailai to hug each other on weekdays, but it is another thing to undress in front of Li Shiyi.
The candle flame jumped at the right time, and Li Shiyi came back to his senses because of Song Shijiu's begging Ayin's action, and his brows jumped without joy or anger, as if the wind and rain were abruptly stopped, so that the passers-by who had nowhere to hide were relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, but was even more worried because he didn't know when the storm would come.
Song Nineteen gave birth to such a hallucination in Li Shiyi's dull eyes. Her heart was throbbing, and she even felt a pain, but this kind of pain was not very uncomfortable. Second time, third time.
She felt her internal organs remind her in the most primitive way, and she felt Li Shiyi's fluctuations.
Ayin swept back and forth between the two with peach blossom eyes, and then leaned on the bed frame with relief, asking Song Shijiu, but her smiling eyes met Li Shiyi: "How do you say?"
Li Shiyi's voice was not clear: "I'll go get the towel."
This was the first time she took the initiative without giving an inch, causing Ayin to open her mouth and say "wow" silently.
There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her wrist involuntarily pressed her chest, still a little painful. She recalled the pain, as if she was measuring a wound that was not completely healed.
She put her hand down, before she could say anything, she saw Song Nineteen stand up and grabbed her wrist, ignoring the chrome bracelet, and said anxiously and insistently, "Sister Ayin, I'm here to help you. "
The restraint of a girl is greater than that of a lord, and the most well-behaved girl also gives birth to rebellion.
She blushed and said softly to Li Shiyi, "You... are you still resting?"
It's not Li Shiyi anymore, nor is it Shiyi anymore, just a born and ambiguous you.
A Yin sat down, Li Shiyi stood up with his eyelashes down, squeezed the envelope in his hand, and walked out without saying a word.
Song Nineteen looked at her sideways, her feverish earlobes were still hot, and when she saw her open the door, she felt a cool breeze sneak in, dispelling some of the heat in the house.
A Yin glanced at her, tapped her forehead with her index finger, and narrowed her eyes helplessly.
The eyes are so obvious that there is no need to say more: to make Eleventh sister angry, you have eaten the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard.
Song Nineteen sniffed, and was about to talk to her when he saw Li Shiyi closed the door with one hand, turned to look at her with drooping eyelids, thought for a moment, and said flatly, "I took the bath before you were seven years old. , I rubbed the body. The erythema is in the middle of the back of the neck, and the small mole on the waist is two fingers to the right of the navel."
Click to stop. After she finished speaking calmly, ignoring Song Nineteen's surprised eyes, she glanced at her, turned to open the door and went back to the house.
Song Nineteen was awakened by the sound of the door closing, and covered her face with a whimper.