Li Shiyi has seen all kinds of ghosts, but he has never raised a cat. He doesn't know why the little snow dumplings who have been around all day long lie far away, and the hairball and the little fish are not attractive at all. The cat's claws tickled people's hearts neatly, making it painful and itchy, but reluctant to let it go.
This cat is called to worry about gain and loss. Song Shijiu raised it and put it in Li Shiyi's yard.
The cat's paws scratched until late at night, when Li Shiyi scrapped three pieces of rice paper for writing, and then Ayin knocked on Song Shijiu's door.
She looked at Song Nineteen's loose hair, which was slightly curled because the bun was removed. In the past, her hair looked like a delicate doll when it was curled. I don't know if it was because of the thin edges and corners. On the neck, there are some lovely people.
"Ayin." She was a little dazed, with an eye-catching seal in her hand.
The seal was originally intended to be given to her secretly after she kissed Li Shiyi, but after two days of entanglement between matching red tassels or black tassels, it was not delivered.
A Yin followed her in, put the two tall glasses in her hands on the table, corked a bottle of wine, poured it just below the bottom of the glass, and said with a smile: "The foreign wine that I collected for five coins, You only have this bottle, so don't talk to Youngest Tu."
Song Nineteen let out a "hmm", twitching the corners of his mouth and smiling as he sat down at the table, his slender legs folded naked, leaning to support his beautiful posture.
She picked up the crystal clear wine glass, raised it to the end of her eyebrows and shook it gently, opened her eyes and watched silently, the scarlet liquid hung on the wall of the glass, as if there was a shadow to follow, her pupils had a curious look, and the red wine The refracted light and shadow spread to her face, avoiding innocence just right.
People usually tell beautiful stories, so people who have stories in their hearts should be very moving.
A Yin and Song Nineteen finished drinking, and didn't rush to speak, until the blush climbed up the two's cheeks, and then pulled her into the bed, hugged her and whispered.
She remembered how Song Nineteen held her pillow to look for her to tell her what was on her mind, and it seemed like many years had passed within a few months.
Song Nineteen is no longer in her arms now, he just pressed his forehead against her shoulder impatiently, and when the heat of the alcohol gradually dissipated, he said softly, "I don't want this either."
She understood A Yin's intention, and wanted to talk to her for a long time, but she didn't know how to start.
The involuntary grievances overflowed from the words, as if she could hear the little girl's nose sour, A Yin stroked her back like a cat, until the tense muscles and bones gradually softened, and then asked her: "Because ten One, is it?"
Song Nineteen's forehead rubbed against her shoulder, and she didn't know whether to nod or shake her head. She didn't answer A Yin's question, but said, "I saw it, A Yin."
"I don't know why I saw it, but I saw it."
"I saw you looking at Eleven with red eyes, and saw her undressing in front of you. I couldn't hear what you said. I tried desperately to hear it, but I couldn't hear anything."
A Yin's brain exploded with a "bang", making a buzzing sound in his ears, and the temples soaked in alcohol pulled the blue veins, as if to rush out of the thin skin.
She took a few deep breaths, raised her hand and pressed the back of Song Nineteen's head, and her voice seemed to be filtered through warm water: "So, you became like this?"
"No," Song Nineteen shook his head, "I originally wanted to tell Eleven and you clearly, but when I saw her, my heart was sore, and I couldn't take any interest in anything. I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't eat it. I can't sleep well, I'm like... like I'm sick."
She could clearly feel that this sickness came from her physiology, not her own subjective control.
A Yin thought about it, and Wan Wan said, "You're not a little girl, and I don't want to lie to you any more - I liked Eleven once, I like it very much, I'm afraid it's no less than you."
She deliberately added the word "Zeng", although it may not be accurate, but she is sure that it will be used.
A Yin said sincerely and frankly, "Just, do you know what she said to me?"
"The scene you saw that day was when she told me that she could satisfy my shameful desires, but she would not be a sister in the future. She showed me her body and expression, and let me choose."
"I didn't dare to choose, and I didn't dare to think about it. I found out later that I still want to be friends with her."
A Yin smiled: "After all, love is a matter of two people."
Song Nineteen wanted to say something, but A Yin patted her on the shoulder, squinting her eyes coquettishly, looking over the side of her face at the half bottle of wine left on the table: "I've been with A Yin for the past few days. Luo go out, I listen to the Suzhou Pingtan, what do you think I think?"
She loosened her eyes like breaking ice, and a sultry smile on her lips faintly said: "I think, if I chase her alone, I might as well hold a sweet corner, I'm still watching from the stage, she I can't be on stage, and I can't sing a good show. If I support the actor and spend a lot of money, and the actor smiles with me, I am comfortable, and she is comfortable. But if I want to chase Li Shiyi, I will I was smashed with blood, but she was not comfortable, and I was not comfortable either."
"You said, yes or no?"
Song Nineteen was about to say something but stopped, and after a while he said softly, "Yes."
Ayin said softly: "I thought again, since I have become like this, my relationship must not be wasted, and I must find a clean and perfect relationship."
"What's the point of my life if everything is ruined?"
Song Nineteen bit his lip, sucked it again after a while, reached out to grab A Yin's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and didn't move for a long time.
After a while, she said, "I'm afraid I'm the same as you."
However, A Yin smiled and poked her with her finger: "You are different. I can see that she is a little happy because of your uncomfortable appearance."
She tilted her neck and thought about it, not knowing what the reason was.
Song Nineteen leaned in her arms and shook his head, very depressed: "I understand. I have grown up with you since elementary school. She doesn't love Tu Laoyao, nor you, let alone herself, so how could she be? fall in love with me?"
A Yin frowned: "What kind of nonsense is this?"
Song Nineteen buried his head, and his eyes were faintly red: "If she really has me in her heart, why did she kiss me, but let me hang out?"
A Yin was stunned, not expecting that she would ask this sentence, and even stopped touching her hand.
In the end, Song Nineteen chose another topic: "Ayin, you are very kind to me."
She liked Li Shiyi as much as she did, but she was willing to come and talk to her in the middle of the night.
"Bullshit." A Yin rubbed her head lightly, "When your peanuts were a little older, you almost ate my milk!"
"If you have a conscience, you should call me mother."
Song Nineteen was stunned, and her long-lost blush caught her off guard.
A Yin laughed until the flowers trembled, and it took a while to stop, she got up, turned off the light, and fell asleep with her arms around her.
The next day, Song Nineteen was in better spirits. He was strolling in the garden. When he met Wu Qian who had to go out to buy vegetables in the morning, thinking that he would be locked up for a long time, he simply went out with him. When everything was up, Mr. Tu cooked a few bowls of glutinous rice balls, each of whom used one bowl slowly, Mr. Tu sighed and swallowed one, pointing to the note left by the five coins and sighed in relief: "The two of you went to buy vegetables, After all, he is willing to go out.”
Li Shiyi took a bite of the glutinous skin without making a sound.
A Yin put the bowl down and gave her a look: "If you can't put your heart down, then go after it." After taking four or five bites of a glutinous rice ball, the sesame filling was all drained out, so I couldn't stand it any longer.
Li Shiyi pursed his lower lip, put the spoon back into the bowl, and simply stopped eating.
Ayin added: "I talked to her for a night yesterday, and I always felt a little strange. She was like a small stove in normal times, but now she is very depressed and cranky, and she can cry to herself."
Li Shiyi's heart twitched, and he raised his hand to support his chin.
The youngest Tu drank the soup in two mouthfuls, swallowed it with a grunt, and suddenly said, "As soon as you said it, I remembered it."
"One day I miss Yue."
He changed his words in the eyes of everyone: "One night I thought that my mother-in-law couldn't sleep, so I went to the yard to fight mosquitoes, and saw a little man in Xiao Ajiu's window, only two or three feet tall. Talk by the window."
"I looked up for a while, my neck and eyes were sore, and I went back to the house in a daze, thinking it was just a dream. You said something strange, maybe it's true?"
Li Shiyi's ring finger pressed his lower lip, rubbed it back and forth twice, and pondered deeply.
But he heard Arro say: "If that's the case, I'm afraid I know the reason."
Everyone looked up at her and saw that she smiled warmly, like a stretched orchid: "Whether it is as I thought, it still needs to be confirmed."
"How to confirm?" A Yin asked.
"Just make her happy for a moment."
"She's about to cry, is she still happy?" Mr. Tu disagreed.
Arrow was noncommittal and threw his eyes at Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi looked down at the wooden table, but Ayin gently kicked her calf with her toes. Ayin smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Sister Eleven shouldn't say it, we don't know how to make her happy?"
Li Shiyi slapped his eyelashes twice, and hesitantly pressed his shoulder lightly.
"Yo," A Yin took out the silk and put it on her lips, and smiled with A Luo, "Do you remember the heartless person in the play we watched earlier? Hug, hug and kiss, but different people have one. explain."
She thought that Aro was going to take a sip with approval, but when she saw Aro sipping a sip of tea, he looked at her with a complicated smile, and asked, "Really?"
There is no explanation, as if there is more than one.
The shady curtain was buckled down like a bowl, and the moon and stars were left with kindness, enough to illuminate the lost, and enough to guide people to return. The door was gently knocked three times, and Qu Zhi's hand looked like a priceless relic, but its owner was extremely nervous.
So that the door was opened, and when he saw Song Shijiu, Li Shiyi didn't know what to say.
She hadn't been alone with her for a long time, and she vaguely felt that as Song Nineteen grew, the balance beam of her relationship with her was shaking slightly. She was no longer the one who had the upper hand. She saw Song Nineteen's life own weakness.
"You haven't slept yet?" His voice was soft as if to please.
"Yeah." Song Nineteen lowered his head and looked forward, and reached out a hand to brush his hair awkwardly.
A few strands of hair were hooked on her fingertips, she twisted them up and unconsciously wrapped them around her hands, circle after circle, as if to measure her entanglement with Li Shiyi.
Her hair was tightly wrapped, and her fingertips were hooped white and red, she looked at it uneasily, and her nose was sore for no reason.
She really wanted to throw herself into Li Shiyi's arms and act like a spoiled brat with her nose and tears, but she looked at the restrained fingers and restrained her forcibly.
She felt that her hair was not measured, and Li Shiyi was a finger.
Li Shiyi reached out and grabbed her wrist and asked her, "What happened? Tell me, okay?"
She thought that nothing would make her more uncomfortable than Song Nineteen's tearful silence, but the next moment Song Nineteen withdrew his wrists and put his hands behind his back.
Her throat was blocked for a moment, she watched Song Nineteen sit at the table, put her hands on her knees cautiously, and said, "I..."
She sighed, her face so depressed.
Li Shiyi took a shallow breath, stagnant for a second in her ridiculously thin body, and she finally felt that if this continued, she would lose Song Shijiu.
Losing the fire sun with a bucket to wipe the sweat, the crooked moon under the vines chasing mosquitoes and flies, the tireless flowers and butterflies circling around, and the little girl who closed her eyes and trembled and said "I don't like Li Shiyi" in her palm. fraud.
Li Shiyi walked over, squatted down in front of her, and looked into her eyes gently: "What's wrong with you?"
It turns out that it's not that difficult to be humble, as long as the object makes you willing.
She looked at her seriously, with unprecedented courage and perseverance, but her voice was so soft that she was afraid of disturbing the people in front of her: "What about Song Nineteen?"
Flowers are still blooming, stars are still shining, all things in the world are still loving her in thousands of ways, but she failed to hold her coffin as she said, so she asked her about her birthday and listened to her sincerity.
"The one from the past said that depending on what kind of thing he is, he has to..." Li Shiyi paused, "Where's Song Shijiu of...?"
Her chest cavity was extremely swollen, and she couldn't even control her breathing. It was like a fire was burning behind her ears, and the flames diffused on her face.
Song Shijiu was also stunned, and took a small breath. She felt that Li Shiyi's hand on her knee was shaking slightly, but it was connected with the vague clearness in her eyes, as if in Song Shi A stormy sea slapped between the nine ribs.
She asked cautiously, "What do you want?"
"Love me."
Li Shiyi's shyness finally entered her eyes, and her eyelashes were overwhelmed, so she instinctively pressed down, trying her best to maintain the arrogance that no one could see.
Love me. she says.
It is a supplement, a permission, and a request.
There were some things she didn't want to say so quickly, and she wasn't used to handing over her loner life to others, but she had no choice and didn't want to wait any longer.
The four words that the water is ready does not mean time. If someone takes a shovel and digs the ditch into your heart, there is no reason to stop the flow of water.
Song Nineteen blinked hard, his sternum snapped, and then there was a rattling sound, as if a hundred looms were weaving cloth day and night. What was weaving was her love, and the person in front of her was weaving. Li Shiyi lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.
The long-awaited event finally came, and the feeling it brought was not the wish, but the unbelievable self-denial.
She looked at Li Shiyi, breathing stagnant: "What do you mean?"
Li Shiyi drooped his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed her right hand, inserting his fingers between her fingers one by one, and then sticking his palms together, closing them firmly.
She raised her eyes to Song Nineteen: "There are some things that I can only teach you."
"The Dongshan Mountain of 'Resurrection' is the Dongshan Mountain of Kuaiji."
"The Li of 'Returning the Peach' is Li Shiyi's Li."