Li Shiyi and Yunyun danced three tunes.
Exhausted, the group left in the same car as when they came. The rented mansion is located on the Lafayette Road in the south of the French Park. Cross the asphalt road full of sycamore trees. The foreign car is parked in the garage. The well-manicured garden surrounds the three-storey red brick building. Dim light.
Everyone lost the strength to chat and laugh, rubbed their necks and greeted them back to the room. The mahogany stairs banged a few times, and the mansion returned to peace. Arrogant, even the aroma of wood is somewhat inhumane.
The hanging fan blew desperately, humming as if humming a tune, Li Shiyi came out of the bathroom, loosely wrapped in the champagne silk nightgown prepared in the room, the silk was not cool, and the lower body was like a Dressed as unrealistically, but her waist and chest are very docile, and she traces the curves of her body in her movements.
She raised her hand and wiped her wet hair vigorously. She was about to close the door to rest, but she saw a faint light in the corridor. She went out and saw that Song Nineteen's room was closed with only the bright moonlight.
She hesitated for a moment, knocked on the door and no one answered, so she simply pushed the door and entered, but there was no one there. Li Shiyi was a little surprised. After walking around, there were unfinished books on the desk. She walked forward slowly, glanced at the moonlight, and was about to raise her hand to close the window, but a small figure appeared in her line of sight.
In the garden on the ground floor, a faint fragrance floated. Song Nineteen's clothes had not changed. He was still wearing a dark blue dress and two-inch high heels.
Her long curly hair fluttered gently, and the tips of her hair occasionally jumped with her movements, bringing some girly excitement that could not be concealed. Most of the time, her movements were regular or even rigid. The first few steps and the next steps were meticulous. It is a little clumsy, and there is no halfway to steal the elegant demeanor of Li Shiyi just now.
Li Shiyi looked at her and lowered his hair-wiping hand. The water stains wet the silk on his back and stretched out the sinuous curve.
Song Nineteen's head swayed from side to side following the rhythm, as if she was playing a beat. When the song ended, she held up her skirt like Yunyun, crossed her toes, and bent over to give a very elegant farewell.
Li Shiyi laughed, leaning against the window with his arms crossed, and stroked the silky silk sleeves up and down with his fingers.
Song Nineteen stopped, pondered and walked back, Li Shiyi bent the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to close the glass window, and turned back to the house.
On the second day, Li Shiyi woke up late. When he went downstairs, Song Shijiu was biting into a small bowl of crab yellow with thin skin and thick soup. The juice jumped out in one bite, so hot that she opened her mouth and exhaled, unable to say anything. Then, Li Shiyi frowned, sat aside and asked her, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"
She spoke with a glutinous nasal voice, as if she didn't rest well yesterday.
The youngest Tu came over from the fireplace with a rice bowl, took a bite of the fried fried rice and smiled at her: "Tell me, which is warmer between this fireplace and our charcoal pot?"
Li Shiyi added jealousy to himself and didn't have time to pay attention to him. Song Shijiu said, "If you want to know, you can come again in winter."
Mr. Tu sat aside and smiled reluctantly: "Don't dare to come again, Brother Tu has no luck with this Western thing. It's just that electric fan, which looks like a blood drop, and dangled on my head yesterday. For a night, I was afraid that it would fall, so I stared at it for a long time, and dared to fall asleep, but I didn't fall asleep, but I fainted."
Song Nineteen was delighted to hear it, and Xiaolu's eyes narrowed. Li Shiyi rolled an egg, met her eyes, raised her eyebrows with her, she nodded sweetly, Li Shiyi buried his head and carefully peeled it, peeled it white and tender, and put it in her bowl .
Seeing that Song Nineteen was eating deliciously, the youngest Tu wanted to ask for one, but Li Shiyi ignored it and lowered his head to take a sip of porridge.
The youngest Tu sighed and heard Li Shiyi ask, "Where is Ayin and Aro?"
"I went out early in the morning, saying that I wanted to find some 'Four Great Kings' to eat." Mr. Tu took a chopstick and pickled vegetables, "I also ordered Wu Qian to bring these drawers of soup dumplings back."
"The two of them?" Li Shiyi was startled.
"Isn't it?" The youngest Tu also wondered, "It's been a few days, and it's as good as a sister wearing a pair of pants. When she went out, A Yinwei sprained her foot, and the foolish King of Hell held her. Guess what? She actually obeyed, Thank you again."
"Grandma Yin!" He glared at him and emphasized, "Whenever I reach out and give me a hand, she can spit me in the nose."
"You are a man, and Aro is a girl, so naturally they are different." Song Shijiu said.
"That's not the case at all." Mr. Tu disagreed, mumbling and drinking a mouthful of porridge, not reconciled, and added, "Just like the eleventh sister just peeling the eggshell for you, ignoring me, and again Isn't it because of the man girl?"
Although it may not be able to penetrate any connection, but every time I feel that I feel superfluous, it is the same.
Some even miss their mother-in-law.
Li Shiyi glanced at him, and he guiltily lowered his voice, Song Shijiu put his face in the bowl, and his ears were dyed pink like the rising sun.
At night, it was still about the same time as yesterday. The manager was a good person. After only one face-to-face meeting, he was so enthusiastic that he called them regular customers, took them to a seat with a better view, and sent them off. A bottle of red wine, this wine is not very precious, but he said it beautifully, which made the smiles of several young ladies feel comfortable.
It was always early for people to wait, the dance floor was empty, only a few waiters in small shirts squatted aside to manage the wires, the singer changed a little bit, hummed a little tuning tone into the microphone, the lights were on. It wasn't very flamboyant, only a slanted beam was shot down, and the floating dust hovering in the beam made the singer's voice melodious and melodious, making people feel a little sad for no reason.
Song Nineteen sat on one end of the sofa and listened quietly, his fingers tapped on the sofa like a harp, his heels were raised and then lowered, and his toes were raised and then lowered again.
There was a throbbing in the bone marrow.
Li Shiyi turned a blind eye, folded Erlang's legs, and shook the dice one after another.
Li Shiyi doesn't need to talk to seduce people. Even Mr. Tu has learned this skill. Yesterday, Ayin reflected on his own tricks. Song Shijiu's tricks, which he taught in the past, were dazzling and abrupt. , the superior attack is clearly Li Shiyi's, the back is lying on the back and the arms are withdrawing, it is a clear-cut retreat, and the swaying Erlang's legs are an unbearable rebel, one can't help but want to pursue the victory.
She used this move against Yunyun yesterday, and she used this move against Song Nineteen today.
The dice didn't roll a few times, and as expected, Song Nineteen was pulling her sleeve, leaning over and asking her, "Would you like to dance with me?"
Li Shiyi let go of his pursed lips and asked her, "Can you dance?"
"Yesterday's new study was not very good." Song Nineteen was very honest.
"Why do you want to dance?" Li Shiyi asked again.
"I thought, I'm afraid I won't come to a place like this in the future." Song Nineteen lowered his head and pondered, "I don't want to think about it in the future, there is one thing that others have done with you, but I can only watch. "
Li Shiyi blinked, put down the dice, and took her hand to the dance floor.
Ayin raised the face that was talking to Aro and threw it towards the center of the dance floor.
Li Shiyi combed the back of her head today, showing off her beautiful face to the fullest. The hazy lighting is the best material for a veil, and it covers up the straight edges and corners with shadows. He held her fingertips with one hand on the lower back, and squeezed it a little harder. His heartbeat was hidden in the whispered singing. Song Nineteen buried his head and bit his lips tightly.
Li Shiyi took her forward and backward, stepping, turning and turning. She was the most experienced helmsman and the most calm conductor. She calmed Song Shijiu's nervousness and tenderness. Together with the heartbeat, it is pulled into the resonance that is connected to its own frequency.
Song Nineteen raised his head hesitantly, and his eyes flashed when he looked at Li Shiyi. She felt Li Shiyi's palms sweat slightly, and Li Shiyi felt inadvertently dazed when his steps stopped. Seriously, shyly opening up something, but she doesn't know anything about it.
She didn't use the well-prepared farewell ceremony to lift the skirt, she just enjoyed and indulged in a complete dance with Li Shiyi.
During the second dance, Li Shiyi's dance partner changed, with Yunyun, who arrived as promised.
When she danced with her, the dance was not the same, the movements were more stretched and beautiful, but the eyes were not so good-looking.
Li Shiyi looked at Yunyun's delicate and enchanting brows, and remembered the girl who lowered her eyebrows and carefully counted the beats just now.
She took a thoughtful step back, but a cold tube hit the back of her head, slamming hard and dangerously into the center of her skull.
The Huasheng stopped, suddenly quiet, the noble lady's delicate exclamation intertwined with the sound of military boots running neatly, pulling out the tense atmosphere in an instant.
Well-trained soldiers filed in and surrounded the dance floor. Li Shiyi turned his eyes to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a yellow-green military uniform.
In the silence of the breath, a pair of leather boots wrapped around his calf stepped out, and the middle-aged man's vigorous voice sounded in unison with the footsteps: "Miss Li dances well, and she has high courage."
The subordinates pushed the barrel of Li Shiyi's gun forward, and the person who came came to him, looked at Yunyun's face like flowers and jade, and said with a smile, "It actually made my people fascinated."