Reading The Remnants

Chapter 69: It is not allowed to see white heads in the world (6)

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Cats and dogs will drive away in the middle of the night, the sky is faintly white, and a few people return to the small building from Jinyun Mountain.

Half of the moonlight was obscured by the curtain, and it seemed that there was a spiritual chasing light, hitting Yingbai's calf. Li Shiyi sat on the edge of the bed with his legs bent, looking down at Song Jiujiu, wrapping the bandage around him. wound on the ankle.

The girl's fingertips are more provocative than feathers, and they caress the ankles numbly. The raised bones are the desire to be provoked, and the concave dimples carry extra tenderness. Li Shiyi raised her gaze and moved it to Song Nineteen's face. She couldn't remember the last time she was taken care of. A Yin wouldn't dare to come out because of this small injury, and Master didn't even look at her directly. Only Song Nineteen, who saw her hair as big as the sky, bit her lower lip earnestly and meticulously.

The same person who was unhappy with the lust last night didn't seem to be a girl at all.

Li Shiyi's ears were a little hot, but she wonderfully felt that love, the ethereal thing, took shape in the advance and retreat of Song Nineteen's fingertips. Again, clumsy but fascinating.

During the decades of Li Shiyi's walking, some people were obsessed with her, some paid for her, and some even sacrificed their lives for her, but no one loved her like Song Nineteen.

Being infatuated with her can be disdainful, and sacrificing her can be repaid, but this little love often makes her at a loss.

So she pulled Song Nineteen's hand up and said softly, "Okay."

She's not a hypocritical girl, but she made Song Nineteen go around more than once, intentionally or unintentionally. Her greed is in this extra circle, and she's not very greedy.

Song Nineteen let her hold his hand, his eyes still glued to the gauze, and suddenly said: "If I was not good before, you must forgive me."

"What?" Li Shiyi pursed his lips.

Song Nineteen frowned rarely, she couldn't describe the anxiety at the moment, but she didn't really want to restrain herself in front of Li Eleven, so she let out a small breath, raised her eyes and said, "I always feel that today It has something to do with me."

She has been dreaming these days, dreaming that Xia Ji said - Master Jiu laughed.

The Nine Masters smiled and looked at Xia Ji, cruelly repaying her the years she had taken away.

What kind of person should she be? Heartless? ruthless? frivolous? Still rambunctious.

Either way, Song Nineteen couldn't imagine.

Like a patient suffering from amnesia, she has no choice but to avoid, and is about to face her previous life.

Li Shiyi thought about it for a while, but pulled up an inconspicuous smile: "How do you want to apologize?"

Song Nineteen was stunned, staring at her with black and white apricot eyes.

There was no extra look on Li Shiyi's face, and he just said lightly: "Aro told me that when the flowers by the yellow spring are not blooming well, Ling Heng is often unhappy. Come to plead guilty. You say, when you plead guilty, what will he say?"

"say what?"

Li Shiyi raised his eyes to look directly at her, his lips moved, and there were four silent words in his meaningful eyes: "Ren Jun picks it up."

Song Nineteen's eyes widened for a moment, his face redder than the flowers in Li Shiji's words.

Li Shiyi collected all her reactions, then snorted and smiled, shook his head and said, "The truth is, I don't know either."

She soothed Song Nineteen with a calm tone, saying, "As the saying goes: Yesterday's variety is like yesterday's death; today's variety is like today's life."

"I'm me, not Ling Heng. You're nineteen, and you're not a sidekick."

Song Nineteen gradually calmed down in her words, resting his head on her knees, his long hair poured down, and swept swayingly on his sweetheart's calf.

After staying up for a long time at night, no matter how sleepy I was, I couldn’t sleep, and the rustling voice of the wine drifted from downstairs. Each holding a bottle of wine.

A Yinzhuo was sitting by the door pulling his slippers, looking at the five coins that came back from Xiaoxie, remembering Li Shiyi's previous instructions, and suddenly became interested: "I ask you, your Huilong soup works so fast, it's a boy's urine. no?"

Wu Qian was stunned, and after a while, he lifted his robe and sat down. He only felt that A Yin's voice was really loud in the dead of night, and he frowned embarrassedly before saying, "No."

"No?" A Yin was surprised and looked him up and down, "There is a story."

Wu Qian shook his head: "There is no story. In the Song Dynasty, I met a girl, an embroidered mother, with very beautiful needlework and a dimple on the right side of her face."

He lowered his head, still inconspicuous. It was said that there was no story, but when he mentioned that person, his upper and lower teeth involuntarily bumped out a few words.

"And then?" Ah Yin was in a hurry and couldn't help but say a word or two.

Wu Qian paused for a moment and said, "She was spotted by a big family in the city and asked me to marry her, so I confessed my identity to her, she knew that I was a ghost, and thought that if I entered Huangquan early, I would be able to stay together forever, so I confessed my identity to her. I drank poison myself."

A Yin sucked in a breath of cold air, Wu Qian licked his lower lip, and his right hand scratched the dead skin of his left index finger.

"She's a ghost, isn't she?" Now that Wu Qian was alone, he didn't have to think about it to know the result, and A Yin couldn't help but look at him with a bit of pity.

Wu Qian shook his head in a muffled voice, and A Yin asked, "You have a relationship with A Luo, and you want to come to Ling Heng to value you too. I want to marry a little devil, but why not?"

Wu Qian buried his head: "On top of Lord Futi, there is Lord Fujun, and above Lord Futian, there is government membership."

Under the chaos, there are gods who are immortal and immortal, and the gods control the three realms of man, ghost and beast. Nuwa Fuxi is in charge of the human realm, and the ghost king Lingheng is in charge of the soul realm.

"The government books write about human birth, old age, sickness and death. Only after the book is exhausted can the soul return to Mount Tai. If the ghost world arbitrarily changes the death period of a person and turns a person into a ghost, it will cross the border."

"She was going to marry Master Zhao as a concubine, have three sons and a daughter, and enjoy thirty-six years of wealth, but she died early because of me."

"The government has sentenced her," Wu Qian's mandible moved, "In the infernal prison at the bottom of Mount Tai, it will be stone-milled for two hundred and seventy-eight years, and all love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance will be rubbed off before entering the cycle of reincarnation."

Ah Yin's heart creaked, as if she heard the sound of a stone mill turning. The mill was wrapped around her meridians, crushing her ribs, crushing the tiny hope in her heart to pieces. She moved her nose three or two times, but she didn't come back to her senses for a while.

"What about you?" She murmured in a dazed expression. So, what about the ghosts of Taishan Prefecture

"I was deprived of my face." Wu Qian said.

A Yin stared, and Peach Blossom's eyes stretched in fear.

"I didn't look like this originally. After I was deprived of my face, I only had an unimpressive face. Ordinary people can't remember it, and she can't recognize it." Wu Qian grinned, "You Now that I close my eyes, do you know whether my face is round or square, and whether my eyelids are single or double?"

It is rare for Wu Qian to say such many words. Since his appearance has been hidden, his sense of existence has also disappeared, and his words have become less and less. Now he speaks pitifully, and every word jumps into A Yin's ears, making her brain buzzing. The sound, inextricably linked, can't be pieced together.

She moved her gaze involuntarily, put it on the slate floor, and tried her best to think about it, but she didn't have the appearance of five coins in her mind. She was horrified and turned to stare at him suddenly.

As if to remember his face unconvincingly.

Wu Qianfan's brows and eyes trembled slightly, and he smiled silently, and his smile was not as vivid as others, just like a dead bark.

A Yin's brows were twisted and twisted, and she didn't know what to think, her shoulders swayed slightly.

On the second day, the scorching sun was high, but when it fell to the ground, there was no temperature left. A Yin seemed to have not recovered from the shock of last night, until the bell of the glutinous rice sesame candy on the street rang. She called back to God.

She stepped forward with a sense of freshness. The old man carrying the basket was holding the curved steel plate in one hand and smashing it up with a hammer in the other. Seeing that it attracted visitors, he took off the basket with great discernment and pushed it aside. The candy wrappers covered above reveal a large piece of milky white candy cake.

A Yin bent down and looked at the sweet candy bar. While hesitating, he heard the male voice on the side: "Come here."

A Ping leaned over and smiled at her, still in the wrinkled suit from the day before.

The old man answered cheerfully, using the squeegee in his hand as a shovel, and using a small hammer to gently tap a small piece of the candy, the hard candy wrapped in bubbles was crisp and crisp, and surrounded by the cold air of steel, it looked even cooler. people. A Yin glanced at the old man's cracked hands in the late autumn, and said, "That's all, just wrap it up."

The uncle wrapped the candy in newspaper, folded it squarely and handed it over, took the money from A Ping, and then carried the basket on his back and continued walking down the street.

"Drink coffee?" Apping said.

It wasn't warm in the cafe, it seemed to be cooler than the outside, which is always the case in the south. When it's cold, there's no difference between inside and outside the house. When Ayin thinks of the hot kang in the north, people's faces are always red.

A Ping's words were as trivial as before, and he told a lot of knowledge upside down, as if he wanted to fill up the differences between himself and A Yin over the years. A Yin looked at his mouth, and suddenly felt that these bland experiences were not bad, then It was the outlet of his words, but it was like the entrance to another world. That world had no anecdotes, no ups and downs, and only existed in the narrative that this man couldn't even accentuate.

She has seen a lot of men, so she naturally understands why A Ping patiently told her that many of these things, and she even saw some excitement in his eyes that he had regained his wish and got his wish.

But what made her in a trance was that she knew too well why she spent time listening to him say these boring words.

She started to sort out her messy life, and she has been wandering since the age of six, never knowing where she will spend her next year, but Aping enables her to see the head at a glance Three meals in the hospital, even a few children around their knees.

A Yin used to love a Li Shiyi who lived in no fixed place, and then entangled with a different A Luo. Now she is looking at the ordinary like a glass of warm water.

A Ping spoke a little hot, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it, put it back, and finally began to ask A Yin: "What are you here for?"

A Yin's eyes wandered lazily, her shoulders leaned on the back of the sofa, and she said casually, "I originally wanted to go to Jinyun Mountain to find something."

"Jinyun Mountain?" A Ping suddenly changed his face.

"What?" Ayin squinted at him.

A Ping wiped off his sweat again: "I have been to this mountain two years ago, and it is very evil."

Ayin frowned, Li Shiyi was under plot, how could he come down from that mountain with such a powerless hand

A Ping said: "When I first arrived in Chongqing in the last two years, I rested at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. One day I entered an old tomb in that mountain, and I suddenly passed out. When I woke up, I lay outside the cave and I hurriedly got down. I went to the mountain, and I have never been up again."

"Old tomb?" Ah Yin repeated.

"Yes," A Ping nodded and recalled, "It is to the southwest of Jinyun Mountain, not far from the foot of the mountain."

A Yin bit her lip and thought for a few seconds, then got up and put it on her coat. She touched a few silver coins in her handbag and put it on the table. Before A Ping opened his mouth, he blocked his words: "Candy, please, coffee."

"Thank you." She raised her brows and walked away on the heels of Shi Shiran.

The author says:

"Liaofan Four Precepts": Yesterday's variety, such as yesterday's death; today's variety, such as today's birth.