Reading The Remnants

Chapter 44: Passionate but ruthlessly annoyed (5)

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Two or three days later, it was Tianlang who had a clear breath, and the youngest Tu simmered on the top, and pressed the swollen calf to the swollen calf of the sister-in-law. , then put it aside and said, "Fang has passed it from the ice water, let it dry for a while before eating."

Sister-in-law Tu was very embarrassed with her bare calf, and only smiled shyly: "There is a girl Lao Ayin."

A Yin leaned over to look at her, and she said, "Look at this leg, it's swollen like a radish, and it's a hole when a finger goes down."

Sister-in-law Tu rubbed her stomach and sighed with a smile: "This is how women's homes are, they suffer." She paused, and then said, "This time I've experienced it. In the future, when Miss Ayin has a body, I can take care of it more or less."

A Yin hurriedly waved his hands, straightened up, stretched his slender waist, and laughed: "Don't, I'm not so lucky."

Sister-in-law Tu didn't know what she did for a living, so she just thought she was ashamed of a little girl, so she smiled lovingly. Youngest Tu hooked his head and didn't answer for jokes. He just said in another line, "Where's Nineteen? I haven't seen her all morning."

"I was about to tell you," Ayin crossed her arms, "you will be free in a while, come to the courtyard, I have something to ask you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and twisted a few lychees. He held it like a walnut in his hand. He smiled and greeted Sister-in-law Tu before moving outside.

Just after two blows, Mr. Tu pulled the door open, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, pulled his trousers, and sat down on the stone bench beside the grape trellis: "What's wrong?"

The heat hit his head, so that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not eyes.

"Nineteen has been practicing kung fu for two months, and there is no improvement at all. I'll ask you for an idea." A Yin peeled a lychee, and the crystal clear flesh reflected in the flying jade hands.

This is looking for him to think of something, but he said casually, Ding Dian didn't expect anything from him.

Zhizhi shouted at the top of his voice, and Mr. Tu's face was wrinkled, like an old pug: "Sure, let me think about it."

He was not used to others asking him to use his brain, especially Grandma Yin, who was so good-natured, seemed to think highly of him, and made him rack his brains to make a suggestion.

"I can't think of it." After draining his brain, the villain in his heart knocked on the empty skull with a bang.

A Yin snorted, and put the lychee into her mouth unexpectedly, with her tongue on the top, her cheeks bulging small, and she said vaguely: "I ask you, what was the situation when she used a spell last time?"

"Ma'ershan, the beast, we are going to die. She," Mr. Tu flipped off his white jacket, "deformed."

"Pig brain." A Yin rolled his eyes, hating that iron is not steel, "Is that why we are going to die? Li Shiyi is going to die."

"Yes, yes." Mr. Tu hurriedly responded, the scorching sun made his ears dizzy, but the aunt in front of him held several refreshing lychees, and did not give him any of them.

Seeing him looking at him eagerly, Ayin finally handed one out and persuaded him: "That's it. As the saying goes, 'Learning is boundless and hard work', what does that mean? Potential. She has such a comfortable life now, where does she have the heart to kill more people? We might as well put her in that critical situation and give it a try."

Youngest Tu was still thinking about "learning the sea" or "boating", and didn't know if it was such a usage. After comprehending for a while, he felt something made sense, so he asked, "Then, who is going to assassinate Li Shiyi?"

With his head on his neck, he was in stage fright from the hair to the heels.

A Yin frowned and akimbo: "When did I say I was going to kill Li Shiyi?"

Youngest Tu blinked.

A Yin laughed angrily, and slapped the rest of the lychees on the table with a "hum", and played the piano to the cow.

Mr. Tu finally reacted, grabbed her fidgety silk, and pulled her back, with a flash of inspiration to his heart: "I have a way, I have."

A Yin squinted at him, and the corners of his mouth were taut.

Youngest Tu is mysterious, grinning and shaking his legs: "Grandma Yin, please be nice."

The next day, Song 19 rested at noon, and the door was patted. She was wrapped in a close-fitting cotton silk short skirt and went to open the door sleepily, but she heard a gust of wind. She stood up and pushed her onto the dressing table. A Yin held up a red-hot perm, sweating anxiously on her face: "It's amazing!"

Song Nineteen was startled, and Mr. Tu squatted down and put the new leather shoes wrapped in oilcloth on her feet: "Something's happened!"

Song Nineteen turned his head in a hurry, Ayin slapped her face back with a palm, involuntarily curled her hair, and instructed Mr. Tu, "Take out the rouge gouache I brought and put it on."

With a squeak, a burning smell floated from his smoking hair. Song Nineteen was anxious, pulled Ayin's wrist, and repeatedly said, "What... what's wrong?"

Ayin rolled her head in two or three times, then moved the two sides apart, then picked up the Luozidai that Tu Laoyao had just opened, and leaned over to give Song Jiujiu a thrush: "Li Shiyi has gone on a blind date."

Blind date? ! Song Nineteen widened his eyelids, opened his lips and let A Yin finish the two strokes of the grease.

Her mouth was dry, her chest was heaving up and down, and she felt flustered and short of breath as if she had slept for a long time.

A Yin finished putting on her makeup, pulled her into the screen, and looked at her dumbfounded, she simply sighed and put on a small foreign dress for her. Satisfied, she looked up and down, and together with the youngest Tu, it would be the same Song Nineteen, who was struck by lightning, was cradling it and stuffed it into the car.

The foreign car was racing on the road, and Song Nineteen's heart was like a tire smashed by a pebble. "

A Yin flickered his eyes and looked away, cheating the little girl again and again, and the thunder that he had saved was enough to split the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

Youngest Tu was heartbroken, thinking about who will go to hell if I don't go to hell, and said loudly: "I'm getting old, I want to get married, and I want to have a baby, but I can't go on a blind date!"

Song Nineteen frowned and bit his lower lip helplessly.

Not long after, the car stopped at a fashionable western-style intersection, and Mr. Tu gently pushed Song Nineteen down, and together with her, looked up at the distinguished doorman on the side of the road. It was a western-style cafe with a few parasols, glass doors and diamond lattice windows. The waiter at the door was also wearing a tuxedo and a small top hat, looking very high-end.

The youngest Tu tapped the toe of the cloth shoes. Seeing this posture, the contempt in his bones became a problem again, and he didn't dare to move forward at all. A Yin leaned lazily against the side of the car, touched Song Nineteen's face, and instructed, "Go in by yourself."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "If you can't beat it, call me again."

Song Nineteen raised his ears like a cat, glanced at Ah Yin's face, and nodded.

The layout of the cafe is very orderly, with boxy booths and tofu cubes neatly arranged, scarlet sebum sofas lining the marble countertops, and small dark green table lamps shining with pearlescent light, but they are placed at the bottom. A not-so-bright candle cup seems to be of no use except to reflect the extravagance of the crystal lamp overhead.

Li Shiyi took his eyes back from the poor candlelight, and clasped a small box of foreign matches with his long, fair fingers, and tapped lightly on the table.

She is sitting on Erlang's legs at the moment, sitting upright, and she is very elegant in her laziness. The young gentleman opposite is dressed in an off-white suit, with a triangle scarf tucked into her chest pocket, her short hair is neat and meticulous, and even her nails are trimmed very well. is decent.

With a polite and cordial smile, he took a sip of his coffee, his movements were softer than sipping, and he slowly put it down before saying, "I just said that Miss Li is from the South."

Li Shiyi frowned, slightly impatiently turning the match in a circle in his palm. Youngest Tu talked to her about the business early in the morning. She was sister-in-law Tu's cousin. Because of the wealth of her family, she only looked down on others, and she used to look down on him. It's not good to fall for the youngest Tu's share.

Although Li Shiyi didn't quite understand how he had anything to do with Mr. Tu's share, he unconsciously compromised with Sister-in-Law Shang Tu's gentle eyes.

However, as soon as the man on the opposite side came in, he asked her what she was drinking and eating, talked about coffee and asked about her place of origin, and when she asked for her age, she also talked about her birthday. It felt wrong.

She made an inaudible "tsk" and was about to get up to take her coat and leave, and just turned her head when she heard a pretty voice: "Li Shiyi!"

She raised her brows, shadows shrouded her, and when Xiangfeng disturbed the beauty, Song Nineteen lifted her skirt and sat beside her, keeping a palm distance.

She was calling her, but not looking at her, looking at the man opposite her with her eyes half-open and half-closed. The man was a little stunned, but his good upbringing made his face not fluctuated, and he even nodded slightly, and after calming the surprised expression, he greeted with a faint smile.

"Who is this?" He looked at Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, and the tip of his tongue scratched lightly on the upper jaw, and a few words popped out in a clear soup: "Sister, Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's chest swelled, his teeth bit into the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look at her.

She used to say that she was her cousin, and she was very happy at that time, but now it is full of disgust.

The man raised his brows "Oh": "Nineteen girls."

Who allowed you to call me girl. Song Nineteen pursed his lips, his sharp chin was bulging, and the gullies were crisscrossed with grievances and anger. The one who felt wronged seemed to be Li Shiyi's "sister" who didn't care, but the one who was angry was Li Shiyi's well-cut dress.

Her hair was smooth and neat, her face was as smooth as a clear spring, her clothes were brand new, and she wore small leather shoes with low heels. Without the disguise, her eyes were like dipping in old wine, her face was cold when she was expressionless, as long as she smiled, with a little smile, she would be intoxicated.

She lowered her head and unconsciously wanted to touch something with her hand. When she raised her hand, she only touched the coffee in front of Li Shiyi. She held it up like a rescuer, but saw the man on the opposite side raise his hand and hold it down, saying apologetically: "This one is for eleven, latte. I'll order another for Nineteen."

As he said that, he handed the drink list to Song Nineteen, and said with a smile, "The cappuccino here is also good."

One eleven, one nineteen girl, she didn't understand what she was pulling and what she was doing. She obviously knew how to read, but the characters on the wine list were like worms crawling, twisted and unremarkable.

The more she looked at it, the more unhappy she became, so she simply handed the list back, still holding Li Shiyi's coffee and didn't let go: "I'll drink this, will it work?"

The last three words were to ask Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi half leaned on the booth and looked at her, and raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

A fashionable cafe, an eccentric gentleman, Song Shijiu who suddenly appeared, and Li Shiyi put a few things into a light-hearted list, and it's not hard to see who is behind this one.

The man didn't feel offended by Song Nineteen's arrival, or the little episode could not match his interest in Li Shiyi. Talked.

Li Shiyi buried his head, still playing with the matchbox, trying to find an excuse to say goodbye, but when he raised his eyes, he was stunned for three or two seconds.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the unaware man in front of her. She was still full of poetry and books and was in high spirits. When she spoke, she even waved her fingers lightly. But the skin on his hands seemed to be continuously pumped by the water pump, drying up every inch, with wrinkles like dead skin floating on the surface, extending from his fingers to his wrists, all over the neck where his Adam's apple bulged, eroding. The corners of his arrogant eyes.

His hair, his jet-black and thick hair, flashed in an instant, and his temples were white, as if he could not bear the heavy burden of frost and snow, which suppressed his youthful spirit thoroughly.

He seemed to have a sudden heartbeat due to sudden aging, closed his eyes, shook his head, cleared his throat, and the next second he met Li Shiyi's tightly closed thin lips.

Li Shiyi blinked his eyes and saw that the old man who had just turned twilight turned over like the pages of a book. He quickly returned to the appearance he first saw. He even retreated a little, then a little, and removed the hard stubble above his lips and replaced it with Soft fluff.

All the changes came too quickly, like a rapidly switching revolving beacon.

Li Shiyi's jaw closed, the alarm bell rang loudly, and she hurriedly glanced at Song Shijiu. She lowered her head slightly without joy or anger, her left hand was still holding the residual warmth of the coffee, her right hand was resting on her knee, and her palm turned towards Up, the five fingers folded together, making a movement similar to holding a ball.

The lines on her palm seemed to be filled with blue yingying liquid, wandering like a tangled thread, forming a small bluish shimmer in her palm, Li Shiyi watched her movements, and then glanced at nothing. Known man, Song Nineteen turned his fingers neatly to the right, and he quickly grew old, Song Nineteen turned his five fingers to the left, and he started to become young again.

With such overlapping changes, the man was already in a trance, and his speech became awkward and clumsy.

The effect of time was acting on him strangely, making his back feel cold. Fortunately, there were no people in the cafe at the moment, and the backrest was high. If anyone saw him, he would have to scream in his throat immediately.

Song Nineteen tilted his face and glanced at Li Eleven. The long curly hair covered her sculpted face, and the blushing at the corners of her eyes didn't know whether it was A Yin's dye, or whether she was born at this moment, ghostly and bewitching. , like a phoenix that is about to spread its wings, revealing a mighty arrogance.

This is not Song Nineteen.

There was a soft sound, the wings of the phoenix at the end of his eyes quickly folded, and he lay back meekly and meekly. Song Nineteen opened his black and white eyes and looked down at his hand.

Li Shiyi just calmly put his hand over her, the palm of his hand was attached to hers, his fingers were firmly clasped, and the power was cut off as if the power was cut off.

She didn't look at Song Nineteen, she only frowned at the man who had returned to normal, pinched Song Nineteen with her fingers, and then got up apologetically: "Excuse me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand grabbed Song Nineteen's wrist and took her into the bathroom with a light expression.

The narrow compartment was locked with a "click". Li Shiyi relaxed his back and leaned against the wall. On the opposite side was Song Shijiu who was playing eggplant with frost. She put one hand back in her pocket, and she still turned the matchbox with the other, rustling. The sound of the sound and the breathing of the two rose and fell in the dim space, as if not paying attention to the movement that would be missed.

She didn't ask anything, she didn't even plan to speak, she just waited patiently for Song Nineteen to calm down. Song Shijiu used to stick to her, but now he consciously took a half step back and pressed himself against the wall, looking at Li Shiyi's slightly bent right knee on the opposite side, holding the skirt in his right hand, the back of his hand shaking slightly.

She opened her hand, wiped it hard on the skirt, and caught it again. Her mood was terribly complicated. She was excited about having completed her studies, sad that she had not been dismissed, and nervous that Li Shiyi would be annoyed. There was even a bit of shyness for the two of them to be in the same room.

A few thoughts jumped up and down in her mind like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, fighting one after another. In the end, the sadness of witnessing Li Shiyi's blind date prevailed, making her stand lonely in the corner of her mouth with pursed lips.

After a while, she heard the person above her head sigh slightly and said softly, "I didn't know it beforehand."

Song Nineteen raised his eyes abruptly, and Li Shiyi looked at her and repeated it again.

"I have no idea."