Li Shiyi gave A Yin a powerful medicine, and when A Yin woke up, he found her way. However, she had to admit that Li Shiyi was still the one who knew her best. If she hadn't scared her and ran away, it would have taken A Yin many years to say this.
She put her pillow on Ah Luo's arm and said, "I don't want to like Li Shiyi anymore."
From childhood to adulthood, during her quarrel with Li Shiyi, Li Shiyi usually did not speak, and let her vent hysterically. She didn't coax her when she was in pain, and looked at her coldly when she cried. Proceed with a sentence or two.
Many times, A Yin would feel bored by himself, crying and crying like a grudge, losing face to her grandmother's house.
Afterwards, she would hum and hum and find the steps for herself, and Li Shiyi pursed her lips and smiled, and led her to the street to eat a bowl of big ravioli with a fat belly and thin skin.
She has never spoken out about Li Shiyi's feelings, so this is the first time she has used the word "boring" to describe her love for Li Shiyi in so many years.
She suddenly realized that when she was carrying her in her heart, it was not painful enough. It was like boiling a frog in warm water, and she was inadvertently cooking bald skin. She didn't feel that it was difficult, but Li Shiyi gave her a resounding note. She slapped her face, peeled off her skin, and said to her, "Look at what you have become."
I like the very unpretentious look.
Aro raised his hand, took her back into his arms, touched her hair, and said, "Then I don't like it."
Ah Luo's rare tenderness, and Ah Yin didn't bother to refuse, she stretched out her fingers and scratched the ends of her hair scattered on her chest, blinked twice and said to herself, "Then who do I like?"
I have been hiding a person in my heart for too long, and if I don’t hold something for a long time, I will not be able to adapt.
"How am I?" Aro suggested softly, still very polite.
A Yin paused, bit her lip and smiled, and rubbed against her in her arms, soft as a cat, but there was no room for her to say, "No way."
Aro wasn't annoyed, just asked her softly, "What?"
A Yin raised his eyes, crossed her cheeks with peach fragrance, and looked at her staring at her with her eyes lowered. After a while, she asked her, "You have always been this way, age, figure?"
Aro nodded: "Yes."
Ayin said: "That's it, you are always a young girl, but I am going to die of illness, now I am a sister, in a few years I will become an aunt and nephew, in a few decades, I will lose all my teeth and wrinkle my face, we will Now that you have become grandparents, how can you still hold hands and talk about love, with Xi Shi in your eyes?"
A Luo opened his mouth to speak, but A Yin stretched out another finger and asked her with a side face: "When I die, I will be a kid in Taishan Mansion, but you are Lord Yama, right or not?"
"Yes."
A Yin clapped his hands: "Yes, it's become a monarch and a minister to forbid love again."
He is eloquent, like Fu Wuyin, his eyes are swollen like peaches, and he is squinting and squinting at people in a pretentious manner. Aro snorted, hugged her and smiled warmly.
A Yin turned to look at her, she didn't have much dealings with A Luo, so that she had not taken a good look at her smile. She didn't quite understand why the smile that came out of that ghostly land could be so clean, tender and soft. Waxy like hoarfrost on grapes.
She was silent for a while, and said to Arrow, "Let's go."
"Where?" Aro asked.
"Crossing the rivers and lakes." He was far away from Li Shiyi.
Seeing that Arro was silent, Ayin persuaded her: "You are weak, and you must not have survived the rivers and lakes. I traveled from south to north, and I can provide you with some authentic food. And I can't leave you for a while. I'll be your book boy, your maid, your maid, whatever you send, you can take me with you as if you were carrying five coins, okay?"
Rarely is she so low-pitched that Aro feels like a tough straw.
She was noncommittal, got up from the bed and sat in front of the dressing table without moving, just looking at A Yin through the mirror. A Yin stepped forward and asked her, "What do you do?"
Aro moved his face and instructed her: "Comb your hair."
little girl.
There was not much luggage, and it was all packed up before noon. Arrow sent five dollars to greet Mr. Eleven and Mr. Tu, and when he went downstairs, he saw Li Shiyi standing by the door.
Youngest Tu sat on the threshold, very worried.
He was most afraid of parting ways, and even more so, the foolish King of Hell kidnapped Ayin, who was as smart as a monkey, and pondered, and saw Ayin and Aro walking in front of Li Shiyi.
A Yin bowed his head, his neck still stood arrogantly, but his eyes were not daring to show off, and he seemed to observe the dust on the ground indifferently.
On the other hand, Arrow explained a few words to Li Shiyi, and Li Shiyi put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked not in good spirits.
After speaking with Aro, she suddenly left the door frame, walked up to Ayin, took out her hand from her pocket, and held a kraft paper envelope.
She didn't say anything else, just handed the letter to A Yin, pinching the bottom end with her beautiful fingers, and the head that she had spent trembled slightly, as if to remind people to take it.
A Yin stared at the letter, not wanting to take it.
She suddenly felt stubborn grievances, and there was also a bit of sadness that was hard to let go. She looked at Li Shiyi with restrained eyes, her eyes were blue and swollen, and there was a nasal voice that could not be ignored when she spoke.
She heard Li Shiyi sigh.
She raised her eyes to look at her, took the letter, held it in her hand, and pulled Arrow to go out.
The nail-like heel disappeared from the door of the courtyard. Mr. Tu stood up with his numb legs and asked Li Shiyi, "Are you going?"
"Um."
Mr. Tu was even more worried: "I just thought about one thing."
"Our mansion has been rented for a long time. As soon as the idiot has left, who will pay the rent?"
Li Shiyi turned his head and looked at him silently.
The rickshaw tinkled on the main road, turning over the leaves of the plane trees on the ground. A Yin didn't say a word since he got in the car, grabbed the letter from Li Shiyi and placed it on his knees, leaning his calf against the rigid suitcase.
"Take a look." Aro said to her, leaning on Erlang's legs.
She wouldn't be around the corner to comfort her, she used to use only three or two words, but it always fell into A Yin's heart every time.
A Yin said while dismantling: "Yes, after seeing it, it is easy to throw it away, so as not to let my aunt carry it all the way, and her hands will hurt."
She had a look of disdain on her face, and even smiled at A Luo, but she was stunned when she turned around and unfolded the letter.
Aro heard an extremely restrained gasping sound, and then there was a "slap" sound. Tears rolled down from Ayin's eyes as if they had defected, and the rain hit Banana and fainted on the paper.
A Yin didn't even bother to wipe away her tears, she just cursed, "Uncle she..."
There was a little girl's handwriting like a dog crawling on it, and the writing was big and arrogant - I, A Yin, owes Li Shiyi one thousand three hundred seventy-seven to pick up a bucket of water.
In the warm tears, a girl with a head rope was lying on the bed and writing, and discussed with the person standing by: "The two buckets from yesterday are added, right?"
"Yes." The slender Li Shiyi leaned against the bed and unconsciously rubbed the calluses on his hands.
A Yin signed the letter and smiled upside down: "You are very lucky."
She was very lazy, and there were thousands of excuses for Li Shiyi to fetch water and chop wood for her. She was nonsense at that time, saying that a bucket of water was exchanged for a wish. Later, when she became prosperous, please ask Li Shiyi Come to discuss, what kind of flower carving wine lotus leaf chicken, eat as much as you want.
She had accumulated so much in bits and pieces over the years. She was afraid that she would lose all her belongings, and she cut corners to save five or six hundred barrels.
A Yin came back to his senses, and saw the two characters of graceful under the crooked handwriting. The ink was some years old, and it was not added recently.
It is Li Shiyi's handwriting.
She wrote two small words at the bottom: Anhao.
She exchanged one thousand three hundred and seventy-six wishes in exchange for Ayin.
Now that she is leaving, there is nothing else to give her, just these two words.
A Yin wanted to stretch out her hand to rub the letter, but she opened her fingers and couldn't bear to close it, so she held the letter paper and cried like a mess.
Aro froze, and hurriedly asked her what was wrong.
Ayin grimaced, gritted her teeth, as if she was biting Li Shiyi's flesh: "Kill Qiandao, auntie, I... can't get out."
Aro looked at her quietly, and soon raised the corner of his mouth, trying to make the driver turn his head.
A Yin grabbed her sleeve, wiped her face, and said, "Don't."
"Play for a few days and then go back." She choked.
It took half a month to play, Ayin led Aro to play around, the Jiangnan water town where the boat was swaying, the islands in the lake where Qianshan fell, the Suzhou Pingtan who changed the tone, and the beautiful pipa in Qinhuai. Minor. When A Yin stepped into the hospital again, he gained a little weight, and his lotus root-like arms were bound by the cuffs of gold thread hooks, which made him look even more charming.
Aro's face seemed to get used to the sun, not as pale as before, with a faint hint of pink.
When the two entered the yard, Mr. Tu had just bought an old hen, and was breaking free from the ropes and running around in the yard. When he saw someone coming, he stopped catching the chicken, exclaimed in surprise and laughed. Tooth out of sight: "Hey, you're back!"
Talking about a heartless friend is usually annoying, but it also has his unique function. For example, when Mr. Tu said "back", it seemed as if Ayin just went out for a walk.
A Yin glanced at him and moved his neck to say hello. When he looked up again, Li Shiyi came out with the twisted hemp rope, his other hand was wet, just washed and dripping with crystal water beads.
She looked at A Yin, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and said, "I'm back."
All the embarrassment and resentment that A Yin had imagined vanished in these three words, Li Shiyi moved the steps for her for the first time, matched with the water beads and hemp rope on his hands, and ironed the conversation more routinely, like a family .
Ah Luo tilted his head and ordered Wu Qian to take the hemp rope from Li Shiyi's hand to catch the chicken in place of the youngest Tu. He walked to the base of the wall and looked around, giving instructions from time to time.
A Yin pressed his unreliable heel against the top, as if he had gathered some strength, and walked slowly to Li Shiyi: "If you don't come back, who will help you collect the corpse?"
"Old, weak, sick, disabled?" She glared at Mr. Tu, who was leaning over, and this time it was him.
"Hey." Mr. Tu swallowed the words of concern and sat down on the stool beside her.
A Yin held the letter from Li Shiyi in his right hand, and patted it three or two times in the palm of his left hand, arrogantly: "What, debt collection?"
Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
A Yin snorted coldly, shoved the letter into her hand, and said, "I want to liquidate after a few buckets of water? Auntie told you, ten thousand can't be done."
"No matter what you do, you owe me a lot." She raised her eyebrows, "I understand, I always want you to owe me, in this life, in the next life, your son, girl, grandchildren and granddaughters count down. One hundred and eighty generations, all generations have to owe me."
She pursed her lips in a charming and charming way: "This is the only way I am comfortable."
Li Shiyi smiled faintly and said, "Yes."
Looking at her smile, Ayin suddenly had a strange illusion, as if she had seen Li Shiyi who was obedient to her in the past. She loved a whole young girl, and told her in a cruel and gentle way that she could only leave her sister's place, but leave it to her forever and ever.
She lowered her head and touched the little Ayin in her heart, and said to her, let's say goodbye now, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and the future will be indefinite.
Suddenly fell into a speechless silence, but in the end, Ayin remembered what was important and said to Li Shiyi, "You don't need to look for the snake, I have a recipe."
Li Shiyi frowned: "What recipe?"
A Yin took a peek at A Luo who was not far away, and whispered, "She is a man."
She didn't know how to explain, and she couldn't open her mouth. She only used the usual nonsense to cover up some embarrassment.
Li Shiyi furrowed his brows in surprise, but he understood what A Yin meant in a few moments. After thinking about it, he just asked her, "Does it work?"
A Yin was a little embarrassed, and looked away: "It's okay."
The smile on Li Shiyi's lips was very light, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. He frowned as if he was sincerely caring: "Is it enough?"
A Yin made a "hiss", which was quite familiar, but it came out of Li Shiyi's mouth, but it had a different flavor.
She wasn't very good at answering, but after listening to Mr. Tu himself, she said faintly, "If I'm not mistaken, you fell asleep with that stupid king of hell."
A Yin turned back, suddenly startled, Tu Lao Yao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, looking at her with complicated eyes.
Seeing Ayin's acquiescence, the youngest Tu called out: "You are really tired of living, you fucking! Sleeping hell!"
He turned upside down, disbelieving as if the electricity had passed, and asked A Yin again, "Are you still alive?"
"You're probably dead."
"Can you still feel your bones? Feel yourself."
Ayin rolled her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him. She wanted to pass Li Shiyi to go inside. She just stepped up, but she heard Li Shiyi ponder: "The snake... but I have to look for it."
She turned her head and looked thoughtfully at the room on the second floor, where Song Nineteen, who had not appeared for a long time, was inside.
Li Shiyi drooped his eyelids, his eyes were unusually cold: "This Liangzi has a big hair."