Reading The Remnants

Chapter 58: Who ordered Acacia to send Du Heng (7)

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Have you ever got something you've been waiting for too long? It's been so long that you can't remember how it started, let alone why it came at this moment, it doesn't allow you to be happy, it doesn't allow you to be excited, it can only make you look at it plainly and tenderly, for fear that the subtle expressions will make it I regret it and leave you without looking back.

Song Nineteen looked at Li Shiyi so calmly and tenderly, she could clearly sense the distinct joints of Li Shiyi when her fingers were clasped together, and the perspiration on her palm.

For some reason, Li Shiyi's always cold eyes were slightly red, making her look a little weak.

It turned out that she remembered Song Nineteen's joking question so clearly, and I don't know how it took her heart to turn into a subtle love today.

Song Nineteen didn't dare to think about this process, and the thought of it would make her happy and frightened.

Li Shiyi lifted his thin eyelids and looked at Song Shijiu who was biting his lower lip. She heard her heart beat chaotically and weakly, like a rabbit with its ears held up, holding up her limbs in a panic, only struggling occasionally.

She was really nervous. She is a person who knows how to hide clumsiness very well. If she doesn't do one thing well enough, she will practice day and night, and she will take it out only when she is sure. She is very afraid that she will not be able to handle the matter of love, but Song Nineteen does not. Give her a chance to practice. She even began to feel that it was getting harder and harder for her to grasp the person in front of her.

She can only give herself to her sincerely, and accept all evaluations of good and bad.

She saw Song Nineteen loosen her hand and fold her fingers softly. The air rushed in in an instant, and then was squeezed out. Song Nineteen became weaker, more shy, and could not refuse to put her hand back in again. Yan Shi, she lowered her head casually, blushed and said, "Okay."

Li Shiyi didn't seem to need her own answer, but Song Shijiu just wanted to say "yes". This was her stubborn sense of ritual, and it was also the ending of the thousands of bedtime stories she had written.

She has been in a low mood these few days, and is very afraid that Li Shiyi likes someone else, and she is also very afraid that Li Shiyi will treat her as an ignorant burden. But when Li Shiyi said that he liked her, three words were enough to break the ice, what could be more solid than Li Shiyi's show of love? At least for Song Nineteen, there is no more.

She saw Li Shiyi's lips curled into a smile, just like the first time she asked Li Shiyi what a smile was, her smile was transparent and sincere, and she was so happy that she could see at a glance.

Li Shiyi stood up, Song Nineteen took her hand and was unwilling to let go, but Li Shiyi looked past her peach-like face and looked behind her head. There are thin golden and transparent lines, the length of the thumb, like a swimming fish rising from the nineteenth cervical vertebra of Song, twisting and floating upward, disappearing above the head.

Song Shijiu was startled when he saw Li Shiyi, he raised his eyes and wanted to ask her, but Li Shiji lowered his head, patted the back of her head gently, and said, "Take a rest, think about what you want to eat tomorrow, I'll give it to you. you do."

Song Nineteen's favor was like a small bubble in his heart, and his smile finally hung on his face.

In the brightly lit restaurant on the first floor, there was a drowsy crowd waiting. Seeing Li Shiyi who was walking downstairs slowly, the youngest Tu suddenly came to his senses. Just as he was about to speak, A Yin reached out and stopped him: "Don't ask."

She glanced at Li Shiyi Hongxia's unfading auricle, raised her eyebrows and exchanged glances with Arrow.

Li Shiyi glanced at her, sat on the right side of the long table, closed his lips and poured himself a glass of water.

"Eleventh sister." Mr. Tu gave a thumbs up.

Everyone looked at him and listened to him laughing: "It's very calm. I remember when I proposed a kiss with my mother-in-law back then, howling for a few nights, and howling until my sick and blind mother got out of bed and chased me three blocks away."

A Yin laughed staggeringly, and A Luo, who was beside him, stretched out his hand to support her back and smiled softly.

Li Shiyi said, "I'm different from you."

Youngest Tu was curious: "What's the difference?"

Li Shiyi didn't answer, but Wu Qian said solemnly: "She is unlikely to be rejected."

Li Shiyi was indifferent and raised an eyebrow at Wu Qian.

Wu Qian seemed to have received some awards, but he bowed his head and took a sip of tea in embarrassment.

A Yin held her chin and looked at Li Shiyi with a smile. She still had a cold expression on her face at the moment, but she could see the remaining nervousness from the movement she had just unconsciously wiped her palm. He is used to exaggerating joy, but when he teases the youngest abnormally, he hides small pleasures and agility in it.

But her emotions are always very moving because of hiding.

After a few greetings, he went to the main topic. Li Shiyi told Aro in detail what he had just seen. Aro pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "I didn't think it was wrong."

Everyone was puzzled and listened to her eloquently: "It's wasted."

"'Lighting a lamp in the stove at night is called wasting light.'" Li Shiyi was stunned.

A Luo nodded: "This legend has been around for hundreds of years. It is recorded in "Tang Yi Shi". It is said that Tang Xuanzong once dreamed of a little ghost and stole his jade flute and sachet from Concubine Yang. Xuanzong reprimanded him and the little ghost claimed to be false Consumption, always stealing property, and - stealing other people's happiness without authorization."

There is a saying in "Tang Yi Shi": "Those who are empty, look at the emptiness of stealing characters like a play; consumption is consumption, and good things turn into sorrows."

Youngest Tu was stunned when he heard it, and said: "What a strange way! I saw that little man that day, and it was this. In this way, Xiao Ajiu's happiness was stolen by this scourge!"

Everyone was silent, listening to A Yin ask: "That dotted line that I saw on eleven?"

"It should be due to the will, a little joy in returning." Arrow paused, "It won't last long."

Li Shiyi didn't say a word, and when he thought of Song Shijiu, who had a sick face just now, but his eyes were shining, his heart twitched.

The youngest Tu sighed: "Turtle grandson. How to treat her?"

A Luo gathered his long hair and touched it with his five fingers: "I don't care about this kid. I will go back to Taishan Mansion for five dollars tomorrow, please..."

"I have a way, maybe I can give it a try." Li Shiyi looked up and interrupted her. Song Nineteen's origin was unknown, and she didn't really want to owe Taishan Mansion for her.

When A Yin met her eyes, she had a bad premonition.

It was very late by the time I returned to the house. Now that Fuxia is over and autumn is coming, even the cicadas don't care about the night. Li Shiyi took a shower in the quiet evening wind, and was about to turn off the lights to rest when he heard The door was knocked gently, she got up to open it, and saw Song Nineteen.

She was wearing a nightgown of a similar style to hers, her curly long hair framed her thin shoulders, and she looked at her with her hands behind her back.

"What's wrong?" Li Shiyi asked softly.

Song Nineteen spread his left foot away, tapped it a little, then pulled it back together, looking up at Li Shiyi: "We're together now, we can sleep together, right?"

Li Shiyi blinked slowly, his expression was not clear due to the light behind his back, as if he pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "Yes."

Song Nineteen listened carefully, there was a gentle smile in her "yes", not reluctant.

So she buried her head and handed it to her, followed her to cover the door and slept on the bed.

The western-style bed was very large. Li Shiyi slept on one side, Song Shijiu slept on the other side, and the middle was spacious enough to fit A Yin and A Luo. Song Shijiu lay on his side, and stretched out his hand to dig the wood on the edge of the bed, rustling. The sound of the rustling was the obvious depression of the girl, and her mood was low again, her back was solitary, like an abandoned little beast.

Li Shiyi tilted his head to look at her, saw her undulating curves with the shallow breathing, and her hair that was disheveled like a moan. After a while, he said to her, "Come here."

Song Nineteen's shoulders stiffened, and then he slowly lay down on his back, staring at her with his eyes open.

Li Shiyi lay on her side, stretched out his hand to squeeze her chin, then held her right cheek and stroked her gently twice, without speaking again.

Silent movements can expand pity, Song Nineteen smelled the aroma of her fingertips, and her heart was gently wiped with a hot towel. She couldn't help but glance at Li Shiyi, and then rolled into her arms.

Li Shiyi embraced her, Song Nineteen's head rested on Li Shiyi's chest, one hand was loosely placed under the shoulder of the person in front of him, and the other was placed on her waist, cute and attractive.

"That's right." Song Nineteen sighed contentedly, finally understanding what he was just uncomfortable with.

Li Shiyi smiled, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but heard Song Shijiu say softly: "These days, I've always been thinking about one thing."

"What?" Li Shiyi didn't open his eyes, his voice was softer than the moonlight.

Song Nineteen's glutinous breath hit his neck: "What exactly is the demand you said that day?"

For a while, she didn't get an answer from Li Shiyi. She was afraid that she would fall asleep, so she wanted to look up at her, but saw that Li Shiyi had slightly opened a distance from her, his eyes were matching hers, and then he lowered his eyes and looked at her. A kiss fell on the earlobe.

Song Nineteen was stunned, but Li Shiyi didn't stop. His lips touched her ears, cruising to her chin and neck, with 120,000 patience and lingering.

Some kisses are fire, making people's reason collapse suddenly, while others are water, swaying and heating up the lust.

Song Nineteen's skin became tense and sensitive during her kiss, Li Shiyi rubbed against the dense chestnut, then stopped, took her back into his arms, and asked her, "How do you feel? "

"I want to." Song Nineteen's voice was as thin as a murmur.

"What do you want?" Li Shiyi's voice was slightly hoarse, his hand slipped down when he spoke, and he touched the bottom of the rounded hill without a trace.

Song Nineteen trembled slightly and said, "I want more."

Li Shiyi put his hand on her sunken waistline and said, "More is demand."

Song Nineteen's face was covered with red clouds, and his hands were wrapped around her neck. Li Shiji's thumb rubbed Song Nineteen's waist through the nightgown and asked her, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Song Nineteen understood what Li Eleven wanted to do to her, and what he wanted to give.

Li Shiyi pursed his lips and asked again, "Is it okay?"

"Can."

sure.

Li Shiyi smiled lightly, but there was no other movement. Song Shijiu rested his head on her shoulder and whispered, "Now?"

"No." Li Shiyi put on the quilt and stroked the back of her head, "You are sick."

The familiar dashed line protruded from the back of Song Nineteen's neck again, emitting a faint light.

Song Nineteen was a little discouraged, but it was only a small one. Soon, he lay down softly in Li Shiyi's tenderness, ushering in the first good sleep in many days.

Before falling asleep, she murmured softly, "We'll be in Japan for a long time, right?"

"Yes." Li Shiyi said.

The author says:

1. "Remember the Stove Lamp at the Age of the Next Year": Lighting a lamp in the stove at night is called wasting light. 2. The story of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and wasting is recorded in "Tang Yi Shi".