Li Shiyi was explaining to her.
Eight words, Song Nineteen took twenty seconds to digest.
She didn't have any toys since she was a child. The only one she loved was Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi was her puppet, the chick, the bamboo horse, and the green plum. It was all her memories of faltering, and all her Xiaoxiang who kissed the mountains and rivers. She almost thought that she was about to lose her.
There is no emotion in the world that is more beautiful than lost and found, let alone Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi was neither angry nor annoyed, but only comforted her with the tone of spring breeze and snow.
She doesn't have a blind date, doesn't want to have a baby with someone else, and she cares about her.
Therefore, she was serious and tirelessly repeating her ignorance.
Song Nineteen lowered his head in her eyes, bit the corner of his rouge mouth, and the flesh in his heart was rubbed so badly that he couldn't stand such tenderness, causing her to turn upside down, feeling a little out of control.
She nodded slightly, twitched her nose twice, and suddenly looked up at Li Shiyi with red eyes: "Why, do you want to cry?"
The sudden sourness in her nose made her puzzled.
Li Shiyi looked at her wet eyelashes and her beautifully curved lips. The lines on the lips were very light, like the juice of flowers condensed, and they were imprisoned by the clear lip line. Only this piece of spring was allowed to be unrestrained within a short distance. I'm afraid that if it is an extra inch, there will be a bee butterfly who wants to kiss it regardless.
The one who stood out was the rouge on Song Nineteen's mouth.
Li Shiyi moved his fingers in his pocket. He originally wanted to reach out and wipe for her as usual, but he hesitated for a moment when he pulled out his hand. He only looked down at her and raised his hand to the corner of his mouth. A light touch.
A clear reminder.
Song Nineteen was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand in a hurry, and wiped it on his mouth indiscriminately.
Li Shiyi's hand dropped again, his backhand rested on the wall, his ring finger tapped regularly, and he rearranged the heart rate of a deserter in his chest.
Song Nineteen was not used to high-heeled shoes, so he stood a little reluctantly. He took off his heels, shrank back lazily, and hooked the shoes with his toes, picking them one by one.
The slender calf, the bare jade feet, the relaxed instep and the goblet-like heel, are like a timely spring breeze and spring rain, which will ripen the budding flower bones.
For the first time, Li Shiyi felt that Song Jiujin in front of him was an adult.
She pursed her lips, turned the matchbox in her hand again, touched the rough tan, and stopped.
Song Nineteen packed up her mood, and felt guilty about her presumptuousness with hindsight. Thinking that the two had come in for a long time, she was afraid that it was impolite, so she thoughtfully said, "That person... is still outside. "
"Don't care about him." Li Shiyi raised his head, leaning the back of his head lightly against the wall.
Her voice was low and soft, and when she spoke, her graceful neck was pulled by the beauty tendons. Song Nineteen loved her casually disdainful look, as if Li Shiyi had an attitude of not being worth mentioning to others, and Jingwei clearly drew himself in a circle with her.
Song Nineteen pursed the corners of his mouth, while Li Shiyi glanced at her and hooked his lips. The stall set up by Mr. Tu should be cleaned up by himself.
"Then let's..." Song Nineteen lowered his voice, as if hiding some secret.
Li Shi kept getting up and opened the door: "Go through the back door."
Song Nineteen put on his shoes and followed her out. After thinking about Tu Laoyao and Ayin who were waiting at the front door, he decided not to tell Li Shiyi. Play tricks on the little girl, it's time to wait.
The two walked back all the way, from the shadow of a plane tree to another, walking slowly and quietly, except that Song Shijiu was greedy for a thing called ice cream in the middle, Li Shiyi took out The money bought one, and the rest of the time hardly said anything.
But Song Nineteen stroked his curly hair and looked at Li Shiyitong's leather shoes, always feeling like a mistaken date.
After walking around for more than half an hour, the two returned to the house. The door of the house was open, and the rented foreign car was parked at the door. Song Nineteen's sporadic guilt immediately ran away. It turned out that the youngest Tu and Ayin were not waiting for her either.
She lifted her legs into the house, said hello to Chen's mother, and went straight to the east courtyard.
In the east courtyard, the youngest Tu and A Yin were playing cards, shouting and shouting, and the two of them were not heard. When he came to the front, A Yin, who was in front, raised his head, looked at Li Shiyi's cool demeanor, looked away, and raised his hand to cover his lips with the back of his hand.
The youngest Tu squatted on the stone bench with his back to the person who came, urging her: "You are a bitch to go out - wait for the dead to carry the sedan chair!"
"I'm afraid it's not the one who carried the sedan chair." A Yin still put her hand to her lips, her eyes fell on the card, and she smiled meaningfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp sentence behind him: "Youngest Tu!"
The hair on the back of the youngest Tu ran faster than a rabbit, and he stood in a row like a soldier.
He turned his head with his neck tangled, and saw Li Shiyi standing with a blank face, and Song Shijiu standing with a thin and angry face.
He slipped on his feet and almost knelt down from the stool, but managed to calm himself down, licking his face and smiling and asked her, "Have you mastered it?"
Song Nineteen walked over in two steps, snorted, pointed at him and said, "Don't move!"
Dare not to move, the youngest Tu stood straighter than a cock.
Song Nineteen was delighted, he put his hand in a half circle behind his back, stared at him with his chin straight, his five fingers twirled gently.
Forty, fifty, sixty... She smiled and walked around the youngest Tu, looking at his drooping, old-fashioned appearance, the evil spirit hooked out from her fingertips, sinking into her happy smiling eyes.
Ayin was stunned, covering her lips to look at Li Shiyi, only to see her standing not far away at the mischievous Song Shijiu, her lazy bright eyes revealing a little connivance.
Youngest Tu was in a panic, raised his hand to look over and over, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't squat, he hissed twice and fell back, his vest resting on the stone table.
"You, you, you..." The old-fashioned voice was coughing with qi deficiency, and the youngest Tu couldn't even straighten his fingers.
Song Nineteen turned his head to laugh with Li Shiyi, and was about to withdraw his hand when he saw a muffled sound at the threshold, a terrified scream stuck in his throat, and the groaning could not get in or out. Song Nineteen hurriedly looked over, and saw Sister-in-law Tu's pale face, looking at the familiar old man in the yard, holding her stomach and falling by the door.
Everyone panicked, catching up with the front in three or two steps, Song Nineteen got into a big disaster, hurriedly retracted the technique, and ran over to hug Sister-in-law Tu.
Sister-in-law Tu's eyes were about to pop out, and she stared at Youngest Tu with bloodshot eyes. The sweat particles on her face rolled down one by one, until they dripped down like water on her neck. She couldn't speak. Grabbing the hand of the youngest Tu tightly, the blue veins showed a hideous face.
She said "you, me, and me" for a while, her lips trembling and she couldn't say it out, her throat seemed to be blocked with cotton, and she struggled to get air in, and her stomach seemed to be run over by an ox cart, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't care about saying goodbye Yes, with her legs bent and groaning.
Song Nineteen was extremely remorseful, tears fell down, and his hands trembled so badly that he almost fell to the ground. Li Shiyi moved his body calmly, let her lean on his shoulder, and was shouting for Chen Ma to ask for a doctor, but saw A Yin looking between Sister Tu's legs and hurriedly said: "The amniotic fluid has broken. , please midwife!"
The night god splashed terrifying black ink, and with a shrill cry, the roof was lifted, and the dust on the rubble shook. Encouraged rhythmically, Ayin stood at the door, counting the scissors and towels in an orderly manner, while the youngest Tu held Sister-in-law Tu's hand in the back, her face flushed red and she worked together with her.
It had been two full hours, and the youngest Tu had not yet landed, and sister-in-law Tu lost her strength, her moaning gradually subsided, and her breathing and exhalation became louder. Rolling thunder.
Song Nineteen sat down in dejection, supporting the armrests on both sides of the Grand Master's chair, his face pale with worry, Li Shiyi sat next to her, replaced the cold tea on the table, and filled her with a new one.
The sound of A Yin's footsteps pacing back and forth stopped, and he held his hand to maintain a leaning forward posture. The courtyard of the deep house fell into a deadly silence, and Li Shiyi raised his wrist and took a sip of tea.
Song Nineteen let go of the right hand that was holding the armrest, and the noise surged in. A Yin's robe moved two steps forward, and his frowning brows were locked deeper.
Li Shiyi put down the tea cup, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and opened the cover of his pocket watch with the other hand.
Apparently only two hours had passed, but she seemed to have survived the whole night, just because Song Nineteen was too nervous, she squeezed it with her hand, the clock paused for a while, put it away, and returned to normal again.
Others were completely unaware, but Li Shiyi was out of control and accompanied Song Shijiu through double torment.
She sighed silently.
The sky turned white, and the rising sun followed with the cry of the baby, and the midwife wiped her sweat and came out to announce the good news, saying that she had given birth to a big fat boy. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and hung up their smiles with a wooden face. The youngest Tu rolled his eyes and fainted and passed out, and the tiger's mouth was pinched so blue and purple. After a night of torture, Mrs. Tu regained her spirits as if the wick was rekindled when she saw the youngest Tu. Pity is also love, and is very reluctant to let go.
Li Shiyi handed over a towel, Ayin took it, wiped the sweat for Sister-in-law Tu, Song Jiujin took a look at the swaddle, and carefully reached out and scratched the baby's chin.
"Have you thought about the name, what's it called?" A Yin asked.
"Tu, Tu Sishun." The youngest Tu struggled, shook his legs, and gave a desperate answer.
Song Nineteen was startled, and his heart was half warm. The youngest Tu didn't blame her at all, and the guilt just now became a little more comfortable, and her left breast was warm.
Li Shiyi said, "Just go out and let Mrs. Tu rest for a while."
Song Nineteen nodded, and the three of them closed the door and walked out. A Yin yawned and hugged his waist to say goodbye. Song Nineteen took off the high heels he had been wearing for a day, and followed Li Shiyi back to the house. Her muscles and bones were sore, as if she had been fighting all night, and now there was a faint dark blue, her voice was a little hoarse, and she suddenly said, "I was like this when I was young?"
"What?" Li Shiyi responded to her.
"Bright red, wrinkled, sparse hair, swollen eyes like peaches, mushy." It wasn't pretty, so she swallowed the sentence back.
Li Shiyi thought about it and shook his head: "No."
"White and tender, round and round, with jet-black and shiny hair, wide-open eyes, and twisted bones." Very beautiful.
The words fit neatly together, and the gears close to Song Nineteen's worries. Song Nineteen smiled, lowered his head and shifted his pace, stacking his shadow with hers.