Song Nineteen was a little stunned. In front of her eyes was Li Shiyi's silk-painted chin and lips, and her breath seemed to contain the tenderness of her lips and teeth. As she reminisced about Li Shiyi's kiss, she wrapped her hand around her slender neck.
When she got up just now, she was just a little dizzy, but Li Shiyi couldn't help but pick her up horizontally, and when he came out of the temple, his hands were probably extremely sore, but he still refused to put her down, and only squatted to make her lie down. On the back, all the way down the mountain silently.
She felt that Li Shiyi had an unforgettable tenderness towards her. This tenderness was sealed by some high-sounding excuses, but Li Shiyi just dashed out of her helplessness and gradually wrapped her up.
Song Nineteen turned his head to the side and rested it on her shoulder with satisfaction, his voice soft as if he was dreaming: "Let's go back?"
"Go back." Li Shiyi said.
She sighed inaudibly, causing Song Nineteen to furrow his brows sensitively.
It turned out that she did intimate things with Li Shiyi, but she was not as happy as she thought, just because there was an uncomfortable silence between them, Li Shiyi was carrying her on her back, and she seemed to be carrying a responsibility. The secret intertwined with lust caused her to cradle her neck and walk calmly, pursing her lips white.
At the foot of the mountain, Song Nineteen looked up at the stars in the sky, and his toes wanted to shake it habitually, fearing that Li Shiyi would be exhausted, he stopped again, bit his lower lip and said softly, "The story of Yunniang is true. Really?"
Li Shiyi didn't really want to talk at first, but feeling her active mind, he said warmly, "I don't know."
Song Nineteen looked at the stars and said in Li Shiyi's ear, "Beast, ah, I miss you."
Li Shiyi's auricle was faintly red, and without taking Song Shijiu's words, Song Shijiu lay on her back and closed her small fan-like eyelashes.
Wrong beast, wrong beast, I miss you, please tell the truth of Yun Niang's story and the truth of her heart when she kissed me.
Since that day, Li Shiyi has been guarding Song Shijiu, knocking on the door in the morning, reciting two poems before bedtime, combining meat and vegetables for three meals, and even cooking porridge himself, staring at Song Nineteen used it, and handed him a few bowls of dark medicinal soup.
Song Shijiujing held a bowl around his neck and asked her carefully what it was.
She only lightly said that it was a few medicinal herbs for clearing heat and detoxifying, and spread the silk on the table, which contained a few sweet and tempting candied fruit.
I don't know if it was because of the candied fruit or because of Li Shiyi's candied fruit-like tenderness, Song Nineteen enjoyed it so much that he could not wait for two more bowls.
Youngest Tu squatted against the wall and looked at the two of them, but he couldn't see anything good. He wanted to discuss with Ayin, but saw Ayin leaning against the swing with his arms folded, and rarely did he say anything.
After a week or two like this, Song Jiujin's face became rounder, but there were no other symptoms. She was very sad and touched her waist, which was half a finger thick. When Jiandi came over, he asked what he had hidden for a long time: "What exactly do you think I need?"
Her eyes are always wet and bright, and the pupils are very large, but they can only accommodate one person.
These words were matched with her focused and unworldly eyes, causing Li Shiyi's hand to place his chopsticks to stop. It took ten seconds for a pair of chopsticks to be neatly arranged, and he kept his head silent.
"Desire of appetite? The Four Books and Five Classics? Fitness?" Song Nineteen asked her around while holding a bowl.
Li Shiyi swept her away again, a usual stop action.
But the pink of her auricle is so obvious, like the white wall is dyed with flower juice, it is difficult to suppress the curiosity to explore the cause.
Song Nineteen sat at the table holding his chin, his fingers circled the rim of the bowl, and his voice was like a mosquito: "What exactly is the demand?"
After another three or five days, Song Nineteen gradually realized her own needs. She found that she could not help but put her eyes on Li Eleven's beautiful lips. The light gu poison made people want the second time, and the third time, they wanted to rub her ears and temples, they wanted to make her a warm and fragrant nephrite jade, and they wanted to hear her gasp between fish and water.
She didn't know if it was a need or not, but it was getting bigger and bigger, making her pause longer and longer.
But she didn't quite understand that when Li Shiyi kissed her, it was time to prepare a sedan chair to marry her, but Li Shiyi gradually became lazy in her obedient waiting. The verses got shorter and shorter, and when she was with her, she left the book's eyes longer than the time it stayed on her.
Shouldn't she be... I don't really want to marry her.
Song Nineteen bit his lower lip, pondering with a little trepidation. She approached Li Shiyi who was flipping through the book in her uneasy thoughts, put her face in one hand, turned around quietly, stopped beside her face, blinked her eyes, and pushed her peach blossom-like lips forward again. back very quickly.
Li Shiyi turned a blind eye.
Song Nineteen stood up, walked around the room boredly, and when Li Shiyi washed the wolf, he came close again, leaning his face and sticking out half of his cheek from her shoulder, and tentatively resting his lips on her ear side.
Li Shiyi turned his head to one side and pulled out another pen.
At night, a few people ate melons and fruits under the umbrellas in the garden. A Yin and A Luo went into the house to wash the grapes, and the youngest Tu shook the palm fan and ate the watermelon. Song Nineteen took advantage of his unpreparedness and handed his face to him with big eyes. Li Shiyi's two-inch-wide face was not close enough yet, but Li Shiyi raised his hand and accurately covered her restless lips.
The fragrant orchid between the fingers lingered on the tip of the nose, and the palm was cool and soft, which made Song Nineteen tuck the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flowed unnaturally, like dancing stars.
There was the sound of someone coming at the gate of the courtyard, and Mr. Tu also heard the news and looked over, and together with Ayin Aluo, who was holding the grape, they met Li Shiyi's palm.
Song Nineteen's earlobe instantly turned red like drops of blood, but Li Shiyi was normal, put his hand down, leaned over and took a piece of watermelon.
The youngest Tu grinned, tutted twice, and spat out the watermelon seeds, with a judgment-like look wishing to burn the two of Li Song into a hole.
The western bell struck eleven, and everyone dispersed with a sweet aroma. Song Nineteen had a bit of support, and walked slowly at the end to digest his food. He grabbed it by the wrist and took it into the shadow behind the stairs.
Smelling the familiar aroma, she stopped her unspoken exclamation. She squinted and saw the delicate outline in front of her in the dark, and called her, "Ayin?"
A Yin let go of the one hand that was holding Song Nineteen, with the cigarette in the other hand, raised her hand and put her arm around her waist. Even the small movements were graceful. She took a sip from the end of her finger and did not go around with Song Nineteen: "What happened these days?"
She had a hunch from the day that Li Shiyi concealed her, but she just stubbornly wanted an answer.
A Yin is always charming, and her posture is loose. Song Nineteen rarely sees her so anxious and anxious, which makes her speechless for a while, and instinctively replies: "How many days?"
A Yin took the cigarette down, put his hands on his thighs, and pushed his knees up slightly. Looking into Song Nineteen's eyes, he repeated: "What did you and Li Shiyi do that day?"
Her thumb rubbed the cigarette holder involuntarily, a palpable nervousness.
Song Nineteen came back to his senses and didn't quite know whether he should tell Ayin about Li Shiyi. It could be seen that Ayin was so serious about the matter, so he decided to repeat the matter, only to save the key points.
She thought for a while, and said softly, "I went to Sheshan with Eleven, looking for the same important thing. There were some changes. I was slapped in the face by that thing. She..."
A Yin asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Song Nineteen buried his head: "She kissed me."
Silence, a very long silence, so silent that the burning fireworks scalded A Yin's fingers, she just woke up and came back to her senses. She didn't throw the cigarette away, she just let it burn, and it took a while to sip it. The pursed lips were released, and there was a soft sound like a wine bottle being corked.
She asked Song Nineteen with a blank face, "Is it a snake?"
The second hand is ticking, like a tireless traveler. Li Shiyi looks at it, but feels like a mule on a stone mill, thinking that he is running forward without stopping, but in the eyes of others, it is forever Imprisoned on the central dot, repeated and foolishly futile.
She looked away from the clock, and was about to take a shower, when she heard a sudden movement of the door lock. A Yin pushed in the door, wearing a loose nightgown, her hair was wet, and there was water mist steaming from her face and neck. of crimson.
She put her heels on her back, slammed the door with a "bang", and sat beside the desk with Li Shiyi's inquiring eyes. She originally only stared at the books she had sorted out, but after a while, she reached out to the right side of the desk. He touched the matchbox on the side, and held it tightly in his hand.
She has always been unable to hold back her words, but Li Shiyi knew her best, so he clearly knew that she was in a wrong mood, and he still waited patiently for her to speak.
Thinking of this, A Yin suddenly laughed, adding another layer of ridicule in his heart.
The funny thing is, she still followed what Li Shiyi thought, and said first: "You went to find the snake."
She spent the entire bath time to calm down, but she still felt numb on the tip of her tongue as soon as she spoke, and her long hair couldn't contain the water droplets at the ends, just as she couldn't contain her rampant emotions.
Li Shiyi's mask-like facial features finally loosened in a few words. A Yin looked at him out of the corner of the eye, tearing up Li Shiyi's indifference as if he had won, but when she showed a slightly bewildered look in her eyes, her heart ached. Can't be added.
A Yin took a deep breath, her ribs hurt so hard, she stood up and walked in front of Li Shiyi, looking at her intently, in the sound of footsteps, she counted the two people's experiences as thick as history books , She turned and read, read and read, not knowing how to define her absurd and ridiculous life.
She thinks that she is unrestrained and unrestrained, and that the sacrifice she thinks is pretentious. Knowing that she was driven by the snake like a waste, and she couldn't help herself in the fireworks and willow alley.
As if nothing had happened, she listened to her saying "ideal", "kindness" and "pearls and plums all over the world". How should she feel about her? distressed? regret? Guilt
Fuck the guilt.
She laughed "puchi", her head swayed, and the water droplets were shaking. She asked her in a hoarse voice: "You know everything, why don't you say it?"
Do not want to say, lazy to say, or nothing to say
She supported her self-esteem and pride, and thought she was hiding very well. She told Li Shiyi that she had prostituted those men, that no one was lucky enough to monopolize her, and that she was still the best grandmother in the world. , to get old and still have a romantic affair.
At that time, she looked into Li Shiyi's eyes and thought she believed it, so she believed it too.
However, at this moment, Li Shiyi's slightly drooping eyes made her play with her teeth and claws so clumsy that it was unsightly.
"Speak up, Li Shiyi." She looked at her with a vague prayer in her voice.
Li Shiyi finally raised her eyes, and the folds between her brows and eyelids revealed her inner fluctuations, but she still habitually pursed her lips, as if no one could spy on her inner feelings as long as she controlled her only emotional outlet tightly. help and vulnerability.
A Yin stepped forward, the matchbox in his hand was crushed halfway, and his fingers moved, wanting to abandon the rough box regardless, and pursue the ruddy softness that was readily available.
But she squeezed the two soft pieces so tightly that even a little touching color leaked out from the edge, as if she was telling Ayin, don't think about it, if the door is tightly closed, even if it sticks out. One or two red plum trees around the wall have no effect except to remind the courtyard of the good spring.
However, she gave the spring light to another person completely and without reservation.
A Yin buried his head, sniffed, and asked her in a trance, "What are you doing with the snake?"
Li Shiyi twitched his lip line twice, and saw Ayin raised his head suddenly and stared at her: "You think I entered the robbery hole for you, feel that you owe me, and want to pay me back, don't you?"
Li Shiyi frowned and shook his head, but the amplitude was so small that it looked like an admission.
A Yin's bones trembled uncontrollably, her sultry eyes shattered. She bit the inner wall of her lips, but she couldn't resist the choking that spread in her throat: "Do you want to pay me back?"
As soon as the last two words came out, tears finally flowed up. They were too late, so Ayin squinted uncomfortably, and forced her eyelashes to catch her.
She should have wiped her eyes, but she was so flustered that she couldn't help but wiped her lips. The bright lipstick was wiped off and left bleakly on her lips, making her look like an abandoned orphan.
She snorted softly, turned her head, leaned against the edge of the table and whispered, "You were born and died, so what you were looking for was just a snake. You want to make up for me, pay me back, and owe me nothing."
"You still..." She remembered the way Li Shijiu covered Song Jiujin's lips, and the way Song Jiujin whispered that she kissed her, "You still don't dare to be nice to Shijiu, because you haven't settled with the past. Finish."
This is not the case, she understands, but she is very afraid of Li Shiyi's pity for her, and she hates Li Shiyi for putting herself in danger again and again without telling her, afraid that the same hatred will beat her into a panic and make her speechless. He deliberately wanted to ask Li Shiyi for a rebuttal.
If she denies, she forgives her.
But Li Shiyi didn't, her brows raised when A Yin mentioned Song Shijiu, and then fell into a stillness like stagnant water.
A Yin raised her head and laughed sarcastically twice, but her voice was soft like a lover's murmur: "But Li Shiyi, you owe me that much?"
She looked at her sideways, tears in her eyes.
"You broke your leg when you were fifteen years old, and I carried you off the snowy mountain for a whole night. You are well, but I have the root cause of rheumatism, and it will take two or three years for me to fully recover. "
"You were poisoned when you were seventeen years old. I spent six days and nights giving you the medicine, crying and scolding, trying to get your life back. The day you woke up, I burned my head and fell from the bed. Going down, there is still a nail-sized pit on the back of the head."
"Also, and..." She choked so hard that she couldn't make a sentence, and she burst into tears. She raised her hand and bit her crooked index finger, but she still couldn't stop the grievances coming. She looked at Li Shiyi, Angrily said: "I'm happy with this pile of things, but you can't control it! Don't even think about returning what I gave you."
"If you are," she cried, "if you want to pay it back, you will pay me back the teens!"
Li Shiyi looked at her, the girl who had been with her since childhood was crying because of her at the moment. She was wearing a long silk robe, the water dripping from her hair had the scent of expensive foreign goods, and her nails were polished very well. , and even Kodan are fashionable foreign bottles. But she looked at her who was the most prosperous, and always remembered the little girl who wore a floral dress and had pigtails, who lazily turned over from the other end of the bed, cuddled her coquettishly, and said, "Eleven, eleven, today. Come on, help me get another bucket of water, okay?"
She always says yes.
But what made her sad was that she said tens of thousands of times to her, but she couldn't say ok to her.
In the past few days, she has often wondered why she kissed Song Nineteen and made a meaningless promise to her, but not to A Yin at the beginning. She is willing to use her life to make up for her fault, but she refuses to give A Yin a kiss like Nineteen.
It was not until today that she faced A Yin's collapse that she had to admit that even if she was accustomed to taking on herself, there was a moment when she was powerless, unable to bear the burden, and even wanted to give up.
"How should I repay you?" She asked in a low voice, looking at the dripping water stains from A Yin.
A Yin was startled and looked at Li Shiyi in disbelief. She suddenly felt Li Shiyi's retreat and abandonment. She twitched her red nose and looked at her through gritted teeth: "You know, don't you?"
Li Shiyi was stunned, lowered his head slowly, pursed the corners of his mouth, released it, then raised his right hand, stroked his neckline, and unbuttoned his buttons from top to bottom simply and quickly.
Her movement of undressing with her head down is still leisurely and beautiful, no different from what Ayin saw in her dream.
A Yin smiled, she swept the blurred tears from Li Shiyi's face.
"How can there be such a heartless person in the world?" she asked softly.