I said, you love me.
There was a little girl in my heart who grabbed the cuff and wiped the dusty vase over and over again.
But A Yin turned over with a smile and covered the quilt tightly: "I said, I'm sleepy."
She is really not good at the thing of falling in love, so she made Li Shiyi's love a secret.
Later, the secret was pierced, and it was put in broad daylight, and it was wilted, and it no longer belonged to her.
And at this moment, she felt that another secret was quietly growing, and with the person's tireless watering, it seemed to sprout.
The shadow of the moon sank in the west, and it was a brand new day. The Golden Crow shook the light as if showing off, and sent the long-distance traveler to the car and ship. Swinging all the way to the west, I arrived in Chongqing after more than a week. The scorching sun always prefers this place, and the air is full of the scorching sun. The old bluestone wharf and brick and tile alleys are scattered across the building, and this mountain town in the southwest greets them with the smoke of preserved meat.
Song Nineteen wore a cashmere coat and held Li Shiyi's hand, looking curiously at the slippery pole on the winding stone road. The porter stood up, and the long bamboo poles swayed, and they climbed the slope with a creaking sound.
A Yin and A Luo walked behind them. They were half a person apart and walked slowly with their heads lowered. The streets in Chongqing are narrow, and occasionally they are bumped by children walking on the street. Continue to hold the umbrella.
A Yin coughed, her voice was also charming, but there was nothing else to say.
Since that day, she has never had a relationship with Aro, and never shared a bed. Aro was patient enough with her, as if he was used to waiting, and it was not bad for a few hours in the past few days, but she was lost in Aro's not far and near waiting, and she felt indebted.
In the interaction between people, if you want to use a ruler to measure, whether you are short of me by a few centimeters, and I am short of you by a few dollars, then it can be called life.
But if you have a sense of debt that is increasing day by day without repayment to a person, it is just the opposite. This is called being attached to your heart.
Every time Aro stretched out his hand, he was in debt.
The smell of chili oil wafted from the street, Song Nineteen stepped forward and saw a small stall at the corner of the alley, with a pole on top of it, carrying an earthen stove with charcoal stars rising straight from it, and a pot of red roaring red on top of it. The soup, star anise and prickly ash are tumbling in the pot, occasionally bringing a piece of rotten meat with them, and a few workers are sitting on the pony, or squatting on the side, holding oil dishes and feasting.
Song Nineteen slid down the hand that was holding Li Shiyi's arm, touched the palm of her hand in her pocket, and scratched it.
Li Shiyi understood, holding her cool five fingers with his backhand, shaking his head: "Don't eat."
Song Nineteen has been seasick for the past few days, and his stomach is not very good.
Seeing that she was a little disappointed, Li Shiyi pulled out his hand and hugged her: "I'll do it for you."
Song Nineteen glanced at her and walked to the residence with her without a second thought. Li Shiyi always knew very well how to discipline her in a timely manner, how to make her happy, and how to offer her hidden warmth quietly, even in bed. He didn't talk much, but he cared about her feelings very much. At first, she enjoyed and indulged in such tenderness, as if lying in the water, but over time, she gradually realized that this tenderness could not find any focus.
She clings to Li Shiyi like a vine, homeless, and she controls and pinches her just right. She didn't want to ask what Li Shiyi liked about her, she knew that she liked everything, just because she grew up according to her discipline, and every aspect grew on Li Shiyi's expectations.
She wanted to ask Li Shiyi what she didn't like about her, whether she was perverse with Ah Yin, or fussy with Ah Luo, or vulgar with Tu Laoyao. These are not necessarily likable traits, but they made them unique. If someone tolerates this trait, then they fully accept her.
Song Nineteen has no shortcomings. She doesn't even have the dark side of jealousy, resentment, and irritability, but she also lost the sense of security brought by her self-determination.
In particular, the closer he got to the hunchback, the more obvious this uneasiness became.
She couldn't help thinking about what she was like before, without Li Shiyi's teaching, what kind of wild and wild qualities would she have, and when these qualities suddenly reappeared, would Li Shiyi still like her as always .
There was the sound of chopped vegetables in the kitchen, the blade chopping on the cutting board, more calm than any sound. Song Nineteen took off his coat and leaned against the door to look at her. There was a bright and clean kitchen on the ground floor of this old-fashioned small building. Li Shiyi stood in front of the chopping board, rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands and making soup, even with his head bowed slightly. It's all refreshing. She used to keep her eyes closed and pursed her lips a little when she was cutting vegetables. She moved her hands quickly, and the slices were neat and even.
She felt Song Nineteen's gaze, her eyes were still fixed on Cai, her thin lips were released, and she whispered softly, "What's wrong?"
The words made Song Nineteen feel sour for no reason.
This feeling is really inexplicable. She is like a child who has done something wrong. She has not been discovered by the people in front of her, but she has a 120,000-point guilty conscience, and she is fascinated by her gentle whispers.
Li Shiyi didn't wait for her reaction, stopped the movement, frowned slightly and looked at her sideways, but was taken aback for a moment.
Song Nineteen's beautiful figure was leaning against the red lacquered wooden door frame, his hand unconsciously caressing his smooth jade arm, his eyes fell on a layer slightly below, the peaks of his lips parted and closed unconsciously, before he raised his head for a moment. , smiled at her.
She has something on her mind and has learned to hide.
Li Shiyi tapped lightly with her fingers on the edge of the table. She looked at the curve of Song Jiujin's side face. She didn't ask Song Jiujin as she thought, but only called her softly, "Nineteen."
Song Nineteen's eyelashes swayed upward like a wave, and responded to her with his eyes: "What?"
Half of Li Shiyi's indistinct smile melted in the sunlight, and her hands were still restrained on the table. She blinked and tilted her head: "It's nothing."
Just suddenly wanted to kiss her.
Song Nineteen lowered his head, rubbed his heels, and left the kitchen.
After dinner, a few people talked for a while, and agreed to go to look for the hunchback tomorrow night. After running around for days, I lost the mind to play cards, so I had to rest after washing up. The bedroom on the second floor was silent. Occasionally, I could hear the hateful voice of the neighbor's mother-in-law disciplined her children. The kitchen door on the first floor was ajar, revealing a small section of Yuebai's calf.
Song Nineteen had taken a shower, but he was about to go upstairs, but when he held onto the railing, he paused and walked to the kitchen. He originally wanted to drink a few sips of water, but his eyes fell on the liquor bottle originally left by the landlord.
She took it and took a sip, her throat was hot, and the stagnation during the day was relieved a lot. She raised her hand and took another sip. The previous one flowed into her stomach, and her internal organs were warm.
She drank a bottle of wine with trembling eyelids, raised her hand and pressed it on her throat, the wine became very heavy, sprayed hot from her nose, hung on her overwhelmed eyelashes, and swayed into her light and fluttering mind, making The movements of the hands and feet were so slow that they seemed to be held by time.
She covered her lips with the back of her hand, and was about to lift her feet to go back to the house, when she felt her wrist tighten and bumped into a soft and cool embrace.
Li Shiyi hugged her, wrapped one hand around her waist, stroked her forehead with the other, closed her auricle, lowered his head and frowned: "What are you doing?"
Waiting left and right waiting for no one, the little girl was greedy for a cup in the kitchen, so drunk that she couldn't hold her head on her chest.
She sighed and carried Song Nineteen upstairs.
He slowed down and put it on the bed, and was about to withdraw his body to cover him with a quilt, but his neck was embraced by a familiar car. The man below bit his lip and slowly opened his eyes as if he was pulling the curtain, shy, timid and aggressive. looking at her.
Li Shiyi's heart was squeezed tenderly and sweetly, he held the edge of the bed with his hand, and made a stroke with his fingertips.
Before waiting for the result of her battle between heaven and man, she felt her shoulders tighten, and Song Nineteen rolled over and pressed him onto the bed. She rubbed Li Shiyi's neck with the alcohol smell, opened her mouth, bit it lightly, and stretched it out again. Tongue licked soothingly, and finally began to kiss her recklessly.
She kissed Li Shi'ai's lips that said "no", kissed her often drooping eyelids, kissed her chin that always shook her head, and swallowed all her inhumanity.
"Is it okay?" She started with what Li Shiyi had asked her, her hand resting on the enticing peak.
Li Shiyi's eyelashes were still drooping, showing a cold but gentle arc.
She pursed her lips and asked her, "Will you?"
"meeting."
Song Shijiu's learning ability is amazing, not to mention Li Shijicheng's daily use of clouds and rain on her. With tenderness, love, and sporadic unwillingness and anger, she returned Li Shiyi's gift one by one.
There is nothing more exciting than a girl who works hard on you just to please you, and that girl is pure and full of desire, and is your sweetheart.
Of course, I will give you everything.
Li Shiyi's breathing was very light, perhaps because his body was attractive enough, and he didn't need any other grooming.
Fortunately, Song Nineteen didn't need her to speak. She questioned her body temperature and listened to her answer with trembling.
She would knock on the door with ambiguous whispers between her lips and teeth, and then she would be greeted with warm and shy nectar, one palm resting on the ripe peaches falling on the branches, and the other reaching into the humid and hot valley that nourishes the fruits and melons. The valley was too rugged and too narrow, and she was just a traveler exploring with her eyes closed, walking in and out, walking cautiously.
No, she is not an unexpected traveler, she is a returnee from the old rain.