Song Nineteen was instructed and worked diligently to practice kung fu, but she had no foundation and no rules, and just relying on her concentration and holding her breath was really embarrassing.
So she went to Yang Ayin and said that she had given a "beautiful flower" incantation in the past, and it really worked. give one.
A Yin knocked the melon seeds for a while, spit out the shells into the silk, and accidentally smeared one on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and took it off, thinking about it carefully.
Be fierce, concise, and effective.
"Then..."
She put the melon seed skin in her hand into the silk: "Go to death."
The youngest Tu hummed twice, laughing more joyously than a pig.
Song Nineteen swallowed his saliva and decided to water the flowers in peace.
After dinner, as usual, she went to the door of the house to wait for Li Shiyi. For the convenience of practicing, she only wore a blue long gown that had been washed white, and leaned against the door with her long hair, as if waiting quietly. The returned bride.
Youngest Tu passed by, "Ai" she said, moved a stool to her leg, turned her head to the yard, and muttered, "It's been half an hour since then, I don't know that my legs are sore, stupid."
Song Nineteen smiled and sat down. After a while, she stood up again. She was still looking at the street next to the wooden door. It was clearly a narrow alley, and she could see the head at a glance, but she always felt that she was standing tall. More, she should have a wider field of vision. If Li Shiyi was turning the corner, she would be more satisfied if she caught the shadow of the one-inch striker.
She pinched the door frame seven or eight times with her finger, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the alley with a quiet crimson color, and she finally waited for Li Shiyi.
Li Shi is tall, with thin shoulders and back, and she can wear ordinary clothes very well. She came out of the shadows, still with one hand in her pocket and a small bag in the other, rotten skin covering her face , with no hat on, half of her long hair tucked behind her ears and half swept across her cheeks as white as the moon.
She habitually lowered her head and pursed her lips, raised her eyes a little bored, and filled her eyes with Song Nineteen's figure.
Song Nineteen raised his hand and brushed the scattered bangs, his toes kicked lightly on the threshold, reached out, hooked back, and smiled at her after a while.
Missing this emotion came unexpectedly, and it only appeared in a hurry when her footsteps sounded, and she couldn't sort it out until she walked in front of her.
She thought about it for a while, and since she landed, she hasn't separated from Li Shiyi for a few days. Three or two days is too short, so short that it is not enough to say a long-lost sentence, but it is so long that the person on the opposite side is contaminated with an unfamiliar atmosphere. , making her cramped and nervous, picking and choosing a lot of expressions, but couldn't find the one that was not far or near.
Song Nineteen curved the corners of his mouth and said sweetly, "I'm back."
Cheers are probably obvious nonsense, but there are always people who enjoy it.
Li Shiyi stepped up the stairs: "Well."
She stood in front of Song Nineteen, brought a familiar aroma, and asked her, "What are you doing?"
As she spoke, she pulled out her hand from her pocket and tucked her hair.
Only then did Song Nineteen realize that her hair had grown a lot. When she first saw her, it was short hair just below her chin, but now it has reached below her collarbone.
Song Nineteen bent down and lifted the stool: "Wait for you."
Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "How do you know when I'll be back?"
Song Nineteen said: "When the sun sets, Lord Tian is the most tender, and most likely he can wait for someone."
"who said it?"
"My mother."
nonsense. Li Shiyi snorted and smiled, holding the corner of his mouth and smiling, his clear eyes looked at her knowingly, then lowered his head and walked in.
"Looking for a snake?"
"No."
"Is there anything rare in the secret door?"
"No."
Song Nineteen hugged the bench and followed behind him. After the high-sounding concern was over, he asked her, "I miss you a bit, do you miss me?"
Li Shiyi released his pursed lips and blinked: "No."
Song Nineteen was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it, he took out the last sentence: "Did you go to the secret door?"
Li Shiyi paused: "No."
Song Nineteen retracted his gaze meaningfully, and narrowed his eyes happily. He just said that there is nothing rare in the secret door, but he didn't say it again after a while. Li Shiyi's obvious lie is called leeway.
This leeway is enough for the careful girl to deduce that the previous "no" negation was not so solid, and it was enough for Li Shiyi to keep the turbulent innocence.
But Song Nineteen was that careful girl.
Back in the yard, we made up another half-night meal with everyone. Because Li Shiyi had said hello earlier, Mr. Tu did not ask him back and forth, and Ayin had always known Li Shiyi, so she didn't say much about things she didn't want to explain, and she had a normal meal. Quiet, after finishing the dishes, I went back to the house to rest.
When there were only two parents-in-law left in the East Courtyard, Mrs. Tu asked, "How old is Miss Li?"
"What?" Mr. Tu blinked his mung bean eyes. He used to call her Eleventh Sister out of respect, and he didn't know whether she was old or young.
Sister-in-law Tu smiled, straightened her swollen waist, and clenched her fists and didn't dare to beat her hard: "Miss Li is so young, she has such a big mansion, she is friendly and well-mannered."
Small townspeople who live their lives are accustomed to coming and going straight. How often do they swallow half and half of their speech, let alone an idiom with four characters added at the end. Youngest Tu intuition that there is a way to do it, he helped Sister-in-law Tu sit down, and asked her, "What do you mean?"
Sister-in-law Tu took a sip of water and asked him, "My third cousin, do you remember?"
The youngest Tu pondered, and raised his legs: "Can't you remember? When I first got married, I went to visit the door, but I used my nose and eyes to look at people. I said yin and yang, and I dared to love. The stone steps at the door are afraid to take it. Yulei's."
The poor always have three rich relatives, and there are only three cousins in the sister-in-law Tu family. They don't look down on the youngest Tu, who is idle, but it is a coincidence that the youngest Tu doesn't care much about her.
Sister-in-law Tu glared at him and said to him, "Her boy is very promising. He came back from Japan to study abroad. He is in his twenties, and he is not married."
The words were left for half a sentence, and it was left to Tu Laoyao to grind, Tu Laoyao Yahuazi slapped, and frowned with a "hiss".
"How can it be?" For a moment, he smiled vaguely.
The mother-in-law didn't know much about this, but he knew it all too well. If he was to lead Li Shiyi and others, Song Jiujin would probably bite off a piece of his flesh.
Seeing his reaction, sister-in-law Tu knew that she had hidden feelings, and only smiled and said, "You think I'm talking for nothing", and then walked into the house with her waist.
After another month or two, I didn't mention that day. The summer heat wave was as punctual as the brocade of flowers, and the floor was baked into a twist. She took a step and panted three times, and she couldn't work much anymore. The seasonal melons and fruits in the yard are as full as her stomach, and they are moist and attractive.
Li Shiyi's yard is just as Song Jiujin thought, with lively summer flowers blooming, surrounded by green leaves of different shades, and moving with the wind is a group of fragrant clouds. It was supposed to be a splendid foliage, a fairyland on earth, but Li Shiyi was a little annoyed. She sat in the yard with a scroll of books to enjoy the cool air, distracting from time to time to catch the lingering mosquitoes and flies.
While watering the flowers, Song Nineteen glanced at her with a guilty conscience. Seeing that her brows were wrinkled again, he shook the water gourd, walked behind her, and used the gourd gourd to drive away the buzzing flying insects for her.
Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows like a scale, looked at her for a long time, turned his face and flipped a page of the book, and recited "Qiu Xi" in a low voice with no expression on his face.
"Qing Luo's little fan flutters against Liu Ying."
"What?" Song Nineteen looked at her puzzled.
The big yellow wood scoop drives away mosquitoes and flies. Li Shiyi smiled lightly.