When A Yin pushed the door open, there was only a little scattered fluorescent light in the room, floating from the bed and out of the open glass window.
Arrow lay on his side on the western-style mahogany bed, his fingers were scattered and lifted in the air, leaving behind the streamer of the Jade Butterfly flying away.
She had never seen the spirited A Yin so embarrassed. Her hands were wrapped in a nightgown and wrapped around her waist. The color on her face was in a mess. She lost her past scenery and looked like a spoiled cabbage.
Little cabbage gave her a look, her eyes still focused on the water spirit in the cabbage clapper, she sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, touched the coffee table, touched a box of white ladies' cigarettes, next to a slender match box. She skillfully lit a cigarette. Cigarette is a good thing. It fills your mouth with nothing to say, and then energizes your heart that is riddled with holes, and then brings out the abandoned emotions. Kind of contemptuous.
And finally? Finally, it ran to your eyes, making your eyes foggy, covering the remaining loss and sadness, and there is nothing left.
She thought about doing nothing like this, but her thoughts suddenly stopped. She suddenly remembered that Aro never smoked, but she had prepared her usual brand on the coffee table.
She looked sideways at Aro, who was still lying on his side, without any intention of getting up, resting his pale cheeks in the crook of his arms, his blue silk soft and submissive.
A Yin didn't want to come here, she sat on the stairs for a long time, then on the swing in the courtyard for a long time, and finally tossed and turned between the beds, no one knew what kind of courage she had in Li Shiyi's room She fled, and even she thought she could cut her in two by clenching her teeth, but a spark of lust erupted from the center of her spine, and thousands of ants were gnawing at her bones, making her itching to the core, even touching the bedding It's a kind of torture.
She could only shamefully admit that when she saw Li Shiyi's flat collarbone, bare chest, and plump like most of the snow-capped mountains, the cursed desire in her bones devoured her reason like a hungry silkworm, and with a kissing gesture, Fine and dense, nothing left.
She can only carry the remaining self-esteem, so that she does not look like a woman who smokes a lot of cigarettes, walks slowly to Aro, and even has a few words with her about unimportant things.
She asked her, "What is that just now?"
Her high-pitched voice was normal, and her low-pitched voice was trembling, which made Ah Luo glance at her, and only after a while said: "Mulan, return to your place."
Yudie, who had just passed on the letter, had long since disappeared. She moved her shoulders and looked through the window at Mulan Xing. She wondered if the new commander of the Soul Ce Army would be able to find her flying dragon again.
Ayin said "uh", narrowed her eyes and took a breath. But he saw Arro turn his body over and lie flat in the middle of the bed, looking at the swaying bed curtain, and said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, come up."
The girl is usually attentive, but A Luo's exquisite heart is more transparent. She can see A Yin's impatience at a glance, so she does not want to say another boring word.
A Yin sniffed, raised her hand to put out the cigarette, and walked to the bed, the word "come up" she said in her mind.
Come up - there are many solutions, maybe sit on the bed, maybe lie down on the bed, but A Yin looked at her and used the most fragrant one.
She put her hands on Arro's sides, raised her legs and straddled it, her thighs pressed against her warm belly, and her dry hair fell to Arro's pillow.
A Luo, however, held her weak eyebrows, looked at her without showing anything, and said softly, "Go up."
A Yin's breath was short, and the peach blossoms in her eyes were budding, drawing Arrow's sight with the stamens.
She went up further, Aro shook his head, crossed the mountain, Aro shook his head, she paused at the collarbone, and finally reached out and grabbed the head of the bed, closing her eyes and sending the most vulnerable place to the man's most understanding lips .
Aro's hand finally moved, and he gently lifted the corner of her robe.
A Yin gasped lightly, covered A Luo's eyes with one hand, and said to her in a hoarse voice, "Don't look."
She didn't want anyone to see her like this again, she wanted to cover everyone's eyes and ears like Aro's eyes and say to them - don't listen, don't look, this is not me.
But who is she
Aro closed her eyes meekly in her palm, took Ayin's hand off with her right hand, and held it soothingly.
The shadow of the moon sank to the west, and only the ignorant of the current affairs was left in the world, asking people whether they knew or not. A Yin got up and walked to the coffee table, poured herself a glass of water, held it in front of the window and looked at it for a while, then sat on the carpet beside the bed and drank it in small sips.
After only taking two sips, he heard Aro say softly in the bed above his head, "I heard you arguing with her just now."
A Yin's ears moved, she wanted to turn around, but she stopped abruptly, looking back at the moonlight divided into tofu cubes by the window.
Ah Luo knew what she was thinking: "The sound is not loud, others should not hear it, but my five senses have always been more sensitive."
A Yin slumped his shoulders nervously, put the cup on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and took two long breaths.
When Aro thought she was no longer speaking, a voice as small as a cub came from his arm.
"I'm afraid Nineteen will hear."
She paused, as if to pull out an insincere smile: "Before Nineteen appeared, I dreamed of throwing down the bucket of bath water for the driver."
She didn't care whether Aro could understand or not, but she really wanted to say it.
"But after she appeared, I didn't dare to think about it anymore."
She watched Li Shiyi's gaze at Song Nineteen getting deeper and deeper, watching Song Nineteen grow into an adult in Li Shiyi's eyes, and all her pampering and pampering. When Li Shiyi was with herself, she frowned and did not frown, but when she was with Song Shijiu, she often joked, joked, teased, and often showed a spring breeze in Song Shijiu's smart and tender love. Shy and comfortable.
She understands very well that Li Shiyi treats her differently from Song Shijiu, and is also burdened by the snake. Li Shiyi has the utmost respect and support for her as a friend. After persuading her to fail, he risked his life. A retreat, if you use the words in the words book to describe it, it can be called a knife in two ribs, and a heart-to-heart.
As for Song Nineteen, she has long regarded her as a part of her. She can call the shots for her, accompany her to fall, and is willing to do useless work for her. This is called standing together through thick and thin, sharing life and death.
Aro once said that she called Li Shiyi thirteen times when she was in a trance.
And she just slammed out the door just because she was very afraid that Li Shiyi would call out even Song Shijiu.
Ayin raised her head and said, "A lot of times I've thought, I'll die as soon as I die. It's better to teach them to be together early. It's long enough for me to get used to it. It's better than a dull knife to cut flesh."
"If they don't know my thoughts, they just think I'm frivolous by nature, and I'll still be an unrestrained aunt, who spends all day in the yard, walking around in front of them. They are at ease, and so am I."
"But it turns out that she knows everything." Knowing that she was driven by desire, knowing that she was involuntary, and even knowing that she was fascinated by dreams.
"Then I have become a miserable one who can't be loved." A Yin laughed, "How miserable."
She rested her head on the bed, and today she was in great spirits, and her sleepiness came like a tide.
She leaned against the bed and murmured, "Auntie, I don't want to be the miserable one."
"Wang Bagaozi, auntie is..."
I was born too beautiful, forty-eight thousand goddesses and Buddhas, so I couldn't let me be around.
She was lying beside the bed, her sleep devoured the unwilling ravings and all the disguise she had worked so hard to work on. Her flying eyebrows were bent down and drawn in a gentle arc, as if you said anything, she could also brighten her eyes. Tooth smile at you, good-natured nod should be good.
Aro stared at her for a while, then gently carried her onto the bed, covered with a thin towel, so he could probably get a good night's sleep.
The door was unlocked with a click, followed by a very soft sound of going downstairs. The weak girl went out from the door and walked alone in the moonlight on the path covered with sycamore leaves.
It was clearly night, but she habitually held up an umbrella and stepped on the gray-black sycamore leaves cut out by street lamps.
My name is Aro, also known as Jambudi.
I was originally just a ghost that had been wandering around the Yellow Spring for tens of thousands of years. Daji crossed the bridge, and the fragrance in the skirt made me breathe. Only have a pair of bright eyes that accommodate color. I don't know how many footsteps I have gone back to life and death, I have hearing, and then I have five senses.
I held my cheeks and listened to the stories by Huangquan, and when I listened to it with gusto to dullness, I took on a human form.
The first person I saw was Ling Heng.
At that time, she was wearing a snow-white long dress with a cross neck, one half of her hair was black, and the other half was tied in a tossed bun. Except for a white jade hairpin with a dense color, there was no decoration at all. She came from Huangquan, and was usually a loner, her skirts were faintly windy, and her eyebrows were faintly glowing.
I realized later that it is not called light, it is called beauty, it is called beauty, it is called moving.
Ling Heng Ai called me the little character Arro, and as time passed, no one remembered my name, only called me Lord Yama.
Ling Heng loved reading, writing, wearing white clothes, but not Zhu Chai.
I also read, wrote, wore a blue skirt, and brushed my hair without pulling back.
For more than 2,000 spring, summer, autumn and winter, I listened to the decree of the government, prepared official documents, made office errands, and did it meticulously and properly. I never made mistakes, but I always felt that such days were mistakes.
I met Fu Wuyin on a cloudy afternoon. At that time, I held an umbrella and passed by the Naihe Bridge. I was talking to Wu Qian when I heard a loud cry. The girl sitting by the bridge was Fu Wuyin.
She was wearing a horse-faced skirt popular during the Qianlong period, a dark green shirt and a pale pink skirt, with hairpin rings all over her head, like a five-color golden pheasant once raised by Wu Qian.
Wu Qian told me that she was unmarried and refused to be reborn. I couldn't help but take one more look and saw that she looked up at me with a red nose twitching and choking. The light in her eyes was the most beautiful feather of the golden pheasant. She wiped away tears and followed me with her eyes while burping, until I stopped. Step down.
I heard Granny Meng persuade her: "Girl, this time won't work, and the next time, there will be a spirited boy waiting on the other side of the bridge."
Madam Meng is warm-hearted and always loves to chat with people.
I later met a rickshaw master in the world, and the same was true. I think that the person who crosses people will pull people from one end to the other, and they must keep their thoughts all the way in their mouths to be considered a complete journey.
Fu Wuyin cried again: "You just said that the people in Taishan Mansion don't know beauty and ugliness, so they don't know whether I look good or not, then how do you know that the young man is a spirit, but not a pig?"
I looked at Wu Qian, lost in thought.
Madam Meng also fell into contemplation, but her thoughts were shorter than mine, and she said, "Then you say, what is good looking? Madam, I am a little thin, and I say hello and send you to the place with a beautiful son. Near the house, okay?"
Fu Wuyin snorted twice and raised his finger to me: "This young man is very beautiful."
I was stunned for a moment, and the thought of looking at each other with five coins was gone. I have always been old-fashioned, I don't follow fashion very much, I still wear the fashionable Hu clothes made in Tang Dynasty, and I only have a bud-like bun on my head.
It's just that the first time I heard that I was beautiful, I didn't really know how to accept it gracefully.
So I put up an umbrella and left with five coins.
Fu Wuyin cried for several days in Taishan Mansion. I don't know if he was tired from crying, or he figured it out, and finally he was willing to reincarnate. I looked through the letters she had handed me in the past few days. The first one was Zhang Xian's "A Thousand Years of Autumn": "The sky is not old, the love is hard, the heart is like a double silk screen, and there are thousands of knots in it", and the second one is about music. Wan's "Bu Shuanzi": "If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, I will reconcile it, and I will make a wish in the next life." The third letter is Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao": "May I be like a star and a king like the moon, and the night and night are bright."
The fourth letter came on the day she parted, saying that she was reincarnated now, and if there was a chance to meet, she would come again to propose marriage.
I folded the four letters and put them in the book.
Since she entered the reincarnation, I also moved into the world because of the search for Lingheng. I tried to see how she was doing. Only then did I know that the whereabouts of the person needs to have the spirit of the previous life. Palm God Tu Ling, but lacks her soul.
When they met again, she was still in good spirits, but there was a ravine between Fu Wuyin's brows that had not been branded by Fu Wuyin even crying for a few days.
She doesn't remember me, and of course she doesn't remember mentioning a kiss.
I told her to stay safe, I told her that I would like to be the antidote, and I went to Wushan with her to listen to her heartfelt words.
But I have never heard a word of love that raised my head.
My name is Aro, her name is Ayin.
Some affections appear too ridiculous, making them look like a joke.