The rustling water sounded like a musical instrument that didn't play evenly. The greased hands were pulled out of the mist, loosened the twisted towel at the fingertips, reached into the quilt, and wiped Song Song from top to bottom. Nineteen's back.
Her back is smooth and delicate, with attractive curvilinear ravines, and the butterfly bones are slightly raised, but not too abrupt, like the feathers of pigeons that have folded their wings.
A Yin looked at the red spot on the back of her neck that was smaller than a grain of rice. The bright moonlight made it bigger, and her dazed gaze turned it into the size of a fingernail.
It stops in the girl's flawless texture, like an indecent intruder, and after Li Shiyi's words, it looks like an uneducated seducer.
The girl in the Fengyue place, her jealousy and shame have been stripped away early, so she can calmly and needlessly joke about Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu, but she looked at this red spot today, and suddenly a long-lost envy was born. , that envy is very clean, she is not worthy of it.
A Yin backhand stroked the birthmark on her butterfly bone. It was small and delicate, like a piece of rouge that was accidentally applied. Many people have seen this birthmark, Enke has seen it, Aro has seen it, but Li Shiyi has never seen it.
With a faint chill behind him, Song Nineteen was stunned when he saw Ayin, turned around and called her softly, "Ayin."
She omitted the word "sister", as Li Shiyi used to call her.
A Yin woke up, took back her hand and changed the water again, still covering the hot towel and wiping her sweat.
There was nothing in the room, and even the sound of the wind was quiet. After half a cup of tea, I heard A Yin say: "You are holding her back, aren't you?"
Song Nineteen frowned, looking at her in an unsure way.
A Yin shook his head and smiled in self-denial. Song Nineteen was so straightforward, he knew what to do.
Suddenly, in a quiet atmosphere, she understood something she had never thought about before.
She finally understood that liking and being together are two very different things. Loving is just an idea of blessing to the soul, but together it is the same as fighting a war, and it pays attention to "seeking the situation".
She and Li Shiyi had 10,000 opportunities to take advantage of the situation, but she always sailed against the current, concealing her sincerity with duplicity and concealment. It's not the snake's fault, it's her own fault.
Love is not wine, the longer it is hidden, the more intoxicating it will be. You have to let that person use it as white rice and noodles, chew it every day and watch it every day, and let it taste delicious in any dish you eat.
When Song Shijiu fell asleep, Ayin closed the door and came out, tiredly tugging at the bracelet on his hand, when he looked up, he saw Li Shiyi sitting at the stone table in the corner of the yard, holding Yi in one hand and fiddling with an empty wine jug in the other. , the heavy porcelain was crushed on the rough slate, and she sat looking up at the moon amid the irregular sound.
Her two fingers pressed against the fattest belly in the center of the jug, and with a slight twist of her thumb, the jug turned in her hand, and it was an object that she could play with.
A Yin recalled the situation of drinking wine in the daytime, and suddenly recalled that the small movement of turning the wine pot was learned from Li Shiyi, but Li Shiyi did it more lazy and more comfortable.
She looked at Li Shiyi's side face, stopped and didn't make it past, and admitted that she was unwilling to admit that even if she turned the world upside down with Arrow and was so happy that she didn't know what was going on, she still wanted Li Shiyi to fall for her. A thin hug.
Fortunately, she could only allow her unbridled heart to stay on the stone steps here and now.
She raised her legs and stepped down a step, her heels touched the slate, Li Shiyi looked up, Ayin walked over: "Have you rested yet?"
"Yeah." Li Shiyi sunk his wrists and stopped the jug.
A Yin took out a foreign cigarette and was about to smoke one when Li Shiyi said, "Stop smoking today."
A Yin was stunned, Li Shiyi hadn't cared about her for a long time, so he asked with a smile, "What?"
Li Shiyi frowned and knocked on the jug: "You drank a lot of wine."
The smell of her wine did not dissipate for a few hours, as if it was sewn into her clothes.
A Yin pushed the cigarette back with her ring finger, and played with the cigarette case in her hand. After thinking about it, she asked her, "I just heard from Nineteen, we are going to find Huan."
Li Shiyi nodded, and saw A Yin rubbing his neck lazily: "When will you leave?"
"Let's have a few days." Li Shiyi pondered.
She remembered the appearance of Song Nineteen when he said that he would wait for the youngest little Tu to land, and her eyes softened a little. In addition, she has other plans. Ayin hasn't returned to the alley for a long time. She has some doubts. She doesn't know if it is because of the years that Teng She's poison has weakened by several percent.
A Yin gave her a sideways glance and put down the cigarette case: "Then what are you doing these days? Are you setting up a stall?"
"No." Li Shiyi shook his head and glanced around, remembering the seeds that Song Shijiu had sprinkled earlier, and hooked the corner of his mouth: "Let's plant flowers."
A Yin's eyes swayed up and down like a small fan, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The next morning, Song Nineteen, who had good arms and legs, was in high spirits. He got up early in the morning and used to fetch water and cook for Li Shiyi. He knocked on the door but no one was there. You said, Li Shiyi went to Zhangjiakou.
Zhangjiakou? Song Nineteen was stunned for a moment, and after reading the green words from yesterday, he suddenly lost half of his mind.
She leaned against the courtyard gate with her cheeks bulging, and did not speak for a long time. Li Shiyi not only didn't take her, he didn't even tell her, and most of the time he went to the secret door in Qingqing's mouth. The imagination of open teeth and claws scratched in her mind, and every trace was filled with sour claws. mark.
The little girl who was just in love finished tasting the candied fruit, and finally started to take a bite of the sour fruit, which made her ribs hurt to death.
She took two breaths, barely controlled it, squatted down next to Mr. Tu, picked up a branch and drew a circle on the ground, stopped talking a few times, and asked him, "Is she annoyed at me?"
Li Shiyi was very angry yesterday. At that time, Song Shijiu still had some happiness that he didn't know where it came from, but now she has tasted the bad fruit and regretted that her intestines were green.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Tu didn't understand, "what did you do?"
"I..." Song Shijiu was at a loss for words, and he couldn't say that she prevented Li Shiyi from wiping his body. She pursed her lips and asked him, "Then why didn't she take me?"
"Hey," Mr. Tu's cloth shoes rolled on the ground, "can I know? I didn't bring them either?"
"Then, what about Ayin?"
The youngest Tu pointed to the gate of the courtyard, and Ayin came for a leisurely stroll.
Song Nineteen felt more at ease, but was also vaguely worried. She was used to following Li Eleven, and she didn't know if she could handle it by herself.
Thinking of this, she held her cheeks and blinked again, feeling that her thoughts were ridiculous and absurd. It was clear that Li Shiyi had always been protecting her, and she was just a little burden.
She said hello to Ayin, then leaned her head over to Mr. Tu, and whispered, "Youngest Tu, I want to learn kung fu."
Ayin picked up the teapot on the stone table and filled herself with a cup unceremoniously.
The youngest Tu spit out a mouthful of water with a "bah", then took a mouthful of gurgling and trembled a few times on his cheeks, buried his head and spit it clean, and asked her, "Why do you learn this?"
"If I want her to take me with me all the time, I will naturally have some skills." Song Nineteen paused, "I can't be like you."
"Hey?" Tu Lao Yao grinned.
On the other hand, A Yin came over with the tea and handed Song Nineteen a cup, and said with a smile: "It's good to learn your skills. In the future, if you can take care of yourself, you will always be stronger."
Song Nineteen nodded.
"Then what did you learn?" Mr. Tu wiped the corner of his mouth, worried, "Wudang Mountain? Shaolin Temple? Eighteen Arhats?"
As soon as he said that, Song Nineteen's face turned pale an inch, he touched his flimsy wrist, and remained silent for a while.
A Yin sat beside her, reached out and stroked the long hair that was lying softly on her back, tilted her head to think, and twisted the end of her hair: "As the saying goes: Everyone has their own destiny, my master teaches That's what I said at the time. If you are good at controlling the time, you just need to work on the time."
"But with my spell, it seems that I can only run for my life," Song Nineteen threw the branch in his hand and clenched his teeth, "I want something more aggressive."
The youngest Tu glanced at her pretty soulful eyes, and shrank his neck not to talk.
"Ferocious?" A Yin furrowed his brows very tightly, and then suddenly let go, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
"Do you remember Xia Ji?" A Yin asked her.
Naturally remembered, Song Nineteen raised his face.
"She once said that the Nine Masters—mostly you, stopped the time on her, and then took it back, which made her turn into a goosebump from the 28th year. Think about it, is there such a thing? ?"
"Yes." Song Nineteen nodded.
A Yin stretched out her index finger and stood up: "That's it. Think about it carefully, you can apply time to a person, if you take away all the years of a person's existence, he will be old, old, and on the spot. Dead?"
A trembling flower appeared in Song Nineteen's head, withered when the wind blew, and crumpled into a ball.
"Really?" she asked Ayin cautiously.
"Yes."
The nonsense at the beginning made Song Nineteen's growth slow down. Now that he is so serious, Master Qingtian Bodhisattva, he has to give face no matter what.
A Yin patted her shoulder, righteously.
The author says:
"Sun Tzu's Art of War: Situation Chapter": "Those who are good at fighting should seek the situation and not blame others."