A Yin was frightened by Aro's candidness, and she was about to go out as soon as her eyes fell.
However, Aro grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. His elegant neck like an orchid drooped down, and he placed a kiss on her frivolous chin.
There was not a single lamp in the well-built garden, and the grass turned dark green, occasionally carrying a leaf of early autumn. The cry of "Wow Ya Ya" broke the silence, causing the leaves to curl up and shiver a few times.
Youngest Tu looked at the trapped kid, with copper bell eyes and yellow ox nose, with a big mouth grinning into his ears, wearing a pointed hat on his head, and wrapped in a red robe.
"Why so ugly?" he muttered softly.
After wasting time, he crept out of the garden, and was about to climb up the wall to go into Arro's house, when he just took a step, Li Shiyi raised his hand and spread a layer of fire talismans around it like a circle. The circle ignited fiercely, and after wasting a moment, it seemed that he was being held by the back of the neck, unable to move his legs.
It is recorded in the Miscellaneous Notes that wasting waste does not like lighting, so it is always haunting at night. If it encounters light, it will slow down.
Before Li Shiyi could react, he quickly erected four statues of Zhong Kui outside the fire ring. The faint blue light below burned, and the fireworks burned to waste. Played a few rolls.
"It's afraid of this." Song Nineteen whispered from the side.
Li Shiyi took back the right hand of the talisman formation, and habitually put it behind him and rubbed the embers left on his fingers, nodding and saying, "In "Tang Yi Shi", it is said that Xuanzong invited Zhong Kui to tear the wastage into two pieces. Half, swallow it in one bite."
"Since it was swallowed, why is it now showing up again?" Song Nineteen frowned.
Li Shiyi explained: "Wasteness is a ghost spirit, condensing essence and qi to be born. In the human world, there is Li Chengxu, gathering evil to live and consume, dying and resurrecting, and it will last forever."
Just as he was talking, the wasted face with tears on his face, struggling to crawl out, just stuck out a hand, but he put on red trousers and black boots in front of him, over his round belly and handsome robe, staring at him. Wearing an iron face with a long beard.
Lord Zhong Kui shook his official hat and slapped his teeth at him. The drumstick in his right hand fell heavily and hit the drum surface held in his left hand. There was a humming sound, making it dizzy and kneeling as soon as its legs softened. down.
"Big... big big man!" Wasting shrank his bones, shaking like a sieve, and kept kowtowing.
The youngest Tu pretended to rub his beard and winked at Li Shiyi like a cramp. Li Shiyi had a paralyzed face and tilted his head: play by himself.
Youngest Tu understood it, and beat the drum again, with a shy stomach, and scolded it in a vicious voice: "Be honest!"
"Hey, hey." I couldn't help but bow.
Mr. Tu exchanged glances with Li Shiyi, handed the drum to Wu Qian to stare at it, and ordered it not to go out of the circle, then walked up to Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu with a dignified stride, clearing his throat. :"How about it?"
Li Shiyi didn't answer, pulled Song Shijiu to sit at the table, and discussed it in the afternoon, waiting for Arrow to come out and then make a calculation.
The peanut shells on the table piled up into hills, wasted away in the crisp sound of melon seeds, and shrank to the inside of the fire ring, but the two inside had not yet come out.
"I'm almost finished with a cup of tea." Tu Lao Yao held the dignity of Lord Zhong Kui, spread his legs and put his hands on his knees, his back was like a pine tree, and he was jealous of Li Shiyi and Song Jiujin's hands. of melon seeds.
Just as he was talking, he saw the waste in the circle stretched his neck and raised his head. He sniffed at Arro's room, as if he had been tempted to fascinate him.
"What happiness?" Tu Lao Yao asked him in a reckless voice.
Wastingly moved his ears, and his heart was itching unbearably: "One girl is happy, and the other girl is also happy."
"The one who is being held is happy, oh no, it seems that the one is happier."
The small hammers in his heart were knocking one after another, evoking the greedy worms that he could smell and touch, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
It stood up with its hands behind its back and kept spinning in the circle: "It's urgent, urgent, urgent."
After turning forty or fifty laps, the youngest Tu was dizzy, and two people in the room appeared. The two came out one after the other, A Yin hung his head abnormally, wrapped a thin fringed shawl, crossed his arms and clasped his chest, slightly snorting his clogged nose.
Her ears and neck were dripping with sweat, as if her full blooming beauty was enveloped in mist.
A Luo walked behind, still the breeze and the moon, a white magnolia that had not been blown, and there was no abnormality on the face, except for the eyes that seemed to follow A Yin's greasy hair behind his head.
The two didn't say a word, but Song Nineteen blushed inexplicably in this strange atmosphere, turned his head and coughed slightly.
When he turned around again, he met Li Shiyi's indifferent gaze, Song Shijiu blinked, and Li Shiyi pursed his thin lips.
A Yin sat lazily across from him, his bones seemed to be heated, he twisted his body with his forehead supported, and didn't want to say a word. It was Ah Luo Ling Wu Qian who pinched the horn hidden in the tip of the hat on the top of Wasu's head, and slid closer, and was looking at her for a while, and saw the Shen Tu Ling on her waist, which seemed to be pinched by a gong. As shocked as he was, he was stunned for two seconds before kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet, and respectfully said: "Lord Futi!"
A Yin was lying on the table, raised his eyelids and glanced at the serious A Luo.
She is still weak and pleasant, but with a three-point smile that is not angry and arrogant, she said softly with the waste: "It's been a few years since I saw you, and your skills have improved a lot."
There was room in her words, which was enough to think of Song Huizong, who touched Lord Yama's mansion, stole the happiness of one of her little servants, and was sent to the frying pan by this bodhisattva-like beauty. Bombed for a hundred years.
Cold sweat is far more aware of current affairs than it is, soaking the sour red robe thoroughly.
But he saw Song Nineteen who had been in the dark come forward, cleared his messy thoughts, and leaned down slightly to look at it: "I remember."
She frowned: "that day you climbed up the window to talk to me and showed me..."
"What's the matter?" Li Shiyi said.
After thinking about it for a while, this girl was dressed in a modest way, and her dress was not in the limelight, but Lord Yama seemed to be very polite to her, and just now poured her a cup of tea with her own hands.
Without thinking about it, it kowtowed and explained: "I was wandering around Sheshan, but one night I was awakened by this girl's joy. I followed her all the way to this mansion and lurked for several days. , I want to steal her happiness, but I don't want her pleasure to be very firm. I stood by her bedside and saw her in my sleep a few times, but she didn't give it to me."
"Then what is it?" Mr. Tu asked.
Was stunned by Lord Zhong Kui and almost jumped up, and said with a trembling voice, "Say yes, say a girl kissed her."
Everyone knew that they were silent, and Li Shiyi raised his hand and pressed his index finger to the end of his nose.
The wasted talk was so powerful, and his head was shaken like a bean: "I thought of a way to kiss the girl, and I was overjoyed to see that she was undressing in front of another girl, and I was busy with this scene. I swallowed the image, spit it up in front of the original girl, and pointed it out to her."
This girl's that girl's, it's a little dizzy by itself. I was flustered and didn't dare to look up and observe carefully, and I didn't know that the three girls were actually in front of me, and I didn't realize that everyone was more silent. Youngest Tu sucked in a breath of cold air, then closed his mouth tightly, only a small slit in his eyes, and looked around secretly.
"The girl immediately turned pale and rolled several golden beans. I took the opportunity to grab her happiness and ran away in a hurry."
Wasted and bowed his head, waiting for judgment to come.
In the end, Li Shiyi broke the silence and asked him, "Where is her happiness?"
"In my hat." Wasted took off the hat and looked inside.
"Find it out and give it back to her." Wu Qian said.
"Hey." Wasted responded, sat down, and slowly took out his hat.
The full treasure was stuffed into the bottomless pit, and it was very difficult to dig out. For fear that several adults would be annoyed, he simply turned the hat over and shook it, and threw it while digging.
What it throws out is a phantom that looks like a full moon, embroidered like a stretcher, and inside is embroidered with colorful happy events.
The old man in Peiping married his new wife, the girl in Shandong gave birth to a big fat boy, the boy in Yunnan earned a stone of rice, and the old rhinitis in Sichuan met a genius doctor.
It shook its head while looking at it, and threw all the happy events on the ground.
The crowd also gathered around and searched carefully, but Song Nineteen suddenly found something unusual inside.
It was a pleasure for a young man to find flowers and ask willows, and there was a kiln sister Baimei Qianjiao, whose eyes were familiar. Her heart froze, and she was about to move to cover it, but saw A Luo stretched out his hand to embrace A Yin, who had not yet seen it, and buried her head on her shoulders, blocking her sight, and then his eyes were gentle. fall to the ground.
Song Nineteen glanced at her, turned his head back, held the one in the palm of his hand, and hid it to the bottom.
"I found it!" Xu Huan stood up, holding a large glass-like ball.
Song Nineteen was more happy than others, and he was very reluctant to waste it.
"Tell me, you girl, how can you live so happily." It couldn't help complaining, if it weren't for it being so greedy, it wouldn't have been caught. Saying that, he motioned Song Nineteen to turn around, squatted down, stood behind her, put the ball close to her cervical vertebra, chanted words in his mouth, the long experience with sweet joy, dripping into Song Nineteen's body like quicksand .
Those happy brilliance overflowed, and every scene was Li Shiyi.
"Tu Laoyao doesn't look good when you smile like this, but you look good when you smile like this."
"If I tell many lies at once, will I die with you?"
"I'm not a human being, I'm not afraid of summoning spirits, and I'm not a ghost. Chanting scriptures doesn't work. How are you going to scare me so that I don't like you?"
"When the sun sets, Lord Tian is the most tender, and most likely he can wait for people."
"You ask knowingly."
—I like your well-informed questions.
Li Shiji's heart softened an inch when the conversation came back to her purpose, and a tidal-like reverberation was pushed between her ribs, which made her look at Song Nineteen as thick as warm tea.
The stars were gone, Song Nineteen opened his eyes, his expression still didn't return to his original position, even a little stiffer than before, Li Shiyi reached out to pull her wrist and asked her, "How is it?"
Song Nineteen opened his eyes, and before he could speak, he suddenly covered his mouth, got up and ran into the house.
Li Shiyi was about to follow, but Aro stopped her with his eyes: "It's good to vomit a few times." The same was true of her maidservant in the past.
Seeing that Li Shiyi was relieved, Ah Luo ordered Wu Qian to take out the wastage and throw it outside. The wastage rolled his eyes and couldn't believe it: "Sir, won't you punish me?"
A Luo pointed to the direction where Song Nineteen disappeared, and smiled softly: "I won't punish you. When she remembers it in the future, she will punish you."
Wasting shivered, and shuddered in fear.
After a lot of tossing, everyone was very tired, and after a few greetings, they scattered and rested. Li Shiyi leaned against the stairs in the dark, and the surroundings were very quiet, not even the sound of running water. Song Shijiu got into the bathroom, and there was no movement.
She waited quietly for a while, wondering if she should knock on the door now. She has treated Song Nineteen very well these past few days. She comforted herself because of her illness, and deliberately indulged her gentleness and appropriateness. Now that Song Nineteen was fine, she was a little out of touch.
If it is too warm, she will appear eager, if it is too cold, she will be alienated. She hesitated for a while, and became uncharacteristically hypocritical.
I was secretly struggling when I heard someone shouting in front of me, "Li Shiyi!"
She raised her head, Song Nineteen was standing in front, bending her eyes and smiling at her.
She stood in the shadow of the moon, with bright eyes and white teeth, her eyes wandered, and she smiled familiar and unfamiliar. Familiar with her curved eyebrows and eyes, unfamiliar with her slightly hooked expression. In the past, Song Nineteen's smile was clean and bright, so cute that the world lost its color. Now she has learned to close her lips with restraint, and pull the corners of her mouth into a mature arc.
When Li Shiyi learned to cook when she was a child, her master told her that adding a little salt would bring out the sweetness even more. Now she looked at Song Nineteen, and realized that after a little sorrow, she was able to draw the people in front of her into a sweet and graceful look.
She relaxed her heavy shoulders in Song Nineteen's smile, and also eliminated all useless troubles.
Song Nineteen had a red pomegranate-like smile, and asked her, "Why don't you come here and just look at me? If I'm better, you won't treat me anymore. Yesterday's all kinds of expedient measures are no?"
Li Shiyi also smiled, leaning his back against the wall: "When did I say such a thing?"
The corners of Song Nineteen's eyes were bent again, but he didn't move, he just stood far away: "Then why don't you hold me or hold me?"
Li Shiyi also widened the curvature of the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you hold me, hold me?"
Song Nineteen laughed out loud, and couldn't help but ran over, hugged her arm, and walked upstairs with her.
"Can you say it again if you confessed to me? I was ill at that time, and I missed the joy."
"cannot."
"You were waiting for me just now, weren't you?"
"no."
"I still sleep with you, okay?"
"not good."
Before falling asleep, Song Nineteen lied down in Li Shiyi's arms with the sentence "Not good". She found a comfortable position and put her hand on Li Shiyi's waist. on her chest.
Li Shiyi still didn't respond, but this time Li Shiyi didn't fall asleep, she knew.
The author says:
Wasting was eaten by Zhong Kui in "Tang Yi Shi", wasting is afraid of light and drumming is a folklore.