Aro was gone, and Ayin discovered this as soon as he opened his eyes.
Some people have a sense of ritual when they disappear into life, and there will be a little rustling in their hearts, like a rough rag wiping away every inch of traces. What's irritating is that when she appeared, she didn't necessarily have a decent reminder, and even her existence was silent, as if she was someone who didn't matter.
As usual, A Yin pulled up her shoes to get up, and pulled up her body with the buckles from the bottom up. Seeing that it was still early, she washed her head, then wiped her wet hair and sat in front of the mirror to paint her makeup.
These eyebrows and eyes are really delicate. The eyebrows are like the curved smile lines when a person smiles. The lips are like the cinnabar between the fingers of a person when they are criticizing. The wrinkles are like swimming fish that have been plucked under a person's hands.
What is "one person"? A Yin thought for a while, and with a "tsk", threw Luo Zidai back into the enamel box.
Wringing her half-dried hair downstairs, she saw the five coins that Liu Niao had returned. A Yin's heart lit up with fire, but she said, "Why are you here?"
The words in my heart are - you didn't go with her
Wu Qian said, "Your Excellency didn't tell me."
Ayin moved her lips, so, did she come back
The question took a few turns in his mouth, and in the end he didn't get the license to be published. A Yin just moved his neck indifferently, and went past him to the kitchen.
She went to the kitchen and peeled an egg. She habitually rolled it on the table before peeling it. She stopped. This action seemed to be learned from Li Shiyi, but it seemed not. At one sip, the thought went off the rails.
She sank her arrogant eyelashes and suddenly realized that if she hadn't taken the five coins with her, there might be a solution, she really didn't plan to come back.
The astringent feeling was blocked again. She puffed out her cheeks and took a small breath, but she forgot that there was a small half egg yolk in her throat. She choked hard and coughed out of breath. She hurriedly unscrewed the water pipe and took a glass of tap water, but she didn't care whether it was raw, so she looked up and poured it down.
The glass of water seemed to have no end, and the sips became bigger and bigger, and the sound of the throat was in the ear, one after another, as if something restless was pressed down.
After drinking it clean, she put down the cup, burped very unrestrainedly, wiped the water stains around her mouth, and rouge stuck on the back of her hands, she glanced at it, and smiled: "Yes, it's white smeared again. "
After dinner in the afternoon, Li Shiyi told Ayin what he had seen and heard on the mountain yesterday, and he was afraid that Song Jiujin's mood would not be stable, so he would go to the mountain in a few days. Ayin looked at Li Shiyi's thin lips, and felt that the mood in her mouth was not stable, which made people feel uneasy, as if it was not Ajiu.
Others may not believe it, but this green plum with a cold face has the most considerate and considerate in the world. For example, she only flirted with Ah Yin's swollen eyes like Tao'er, and never asked where Ah Luo was going.
The days were the same as usual, a few people were either listening to the theatre or playing cards, and they were as idle as fools. Wu Qian also thought about it for three or two days, Yan Luo didn't take him, and the manor didn't chase him. He couldn't figure out the doorway here, so he decided to stay put and settled down.
But Ayin looked at him, and the more she looked at him, the more dazzling she became.
She misses the youngest Tu.
In the past, when he was here, he was always with him. Two mortals, he was more stupid than himself. Even if he was a pig brain, he was always the same as himself. It also sounds solid.
Light footsteps sounded from behind, the breeze blew, and a girl sat beside him.
A Yin folded her arms, a little cold, and turned to look at Song Nineteen: "When you go outside, don't add any clothes, is it cold or not?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, and gave a faint "Oh" in her heart. Except for borrowing her nose and wasting her two times, Song Nineteen had never had a headache. One time, when she was underground, she was afraid of freezing Nineteen, so she took her in her arms and rubbed her arms for a long time. Coughed for several days.
That was last winter, and speaking of it, it's been almost a year.
Song Nineteen didn't say anything, just sat beside her obediently, with her shoulders next to her, warm.
Ayin looked at the ugly old elm tree in the yard, pointed at it, and asked Song Nineteen: "You said that this yard is all good, but this tree with a crooked neck is very annoying."
Song Nineteen took a look.
Ayin added: "But if you cut it, it will be bare, maybe you won't be used to it."
Not maybe, but definitely. She felt that she was standing in a bare yard. In the past, every time she went out, her skirt would always be hooked by the branch of the tree, or her forehead would hit the branch hard. The tree was cut down, but now sitting on the stump, neither left nor right, I always felt like something was missing.
"Man, hypocritical." She clutched the bruised forehead of the villain in her heart, and came to a conclusion.
She didn't care whether Song Nineteen could understand it or not. In short, she felt that it was terrifying to get used to this stuff. She was so afraid that she would have to say it, step on the ground, and spit hard.
Song Nineteen brushed the hair on his face, looked at the old elm tree and said with a stern voice: "You know, I probably did many, many wrong things in the past, and General Qin is probably just one of them."
"I told Eleven that I was afraid, and she told me that yesterday's things are like dying yesterday, and today's things are like being born today."
The meaning of time is to make everything a thing of the past.
"Ayin," Song Nineteen looked at her, pursed his lips, and let it go after a while, "You said, what is longevity?"
Ain frowned.
Song Nineteen said: "I said, longevity is punishment."
"Eleven told me that what defines a person is nothing but what she did in the past. Then an immortal person has only one chance to be defined."
"They carry all the good and bad memories and can only wait for them to forget them. If they can't forget them, they can only bear them and carry them forever."
"But mortals are different," Song Nineteen paused. "They have many opportunities to start all over again. They are always brand new and can always be babies."
Song Nineteen seldom said these many words, and she was not used to reasoning with others, but her words had a natural and unpretentious innocence, which struck A Yin's old heartstrings just right.
She heard a humming sound in her heart, and she finally had the courage to start thinking about Aro.
She understood what Song Nineteen said. A Yin is her, and Fu Wuyin is her. She has been her in many past lives, but she has the right to experience and forget different lives.
The immortality of the soul and the transformation of the body are not yet another form of immortality
Song Nineteen rested her head on her knees. She thought about these words for several days. She was trying to explain Ayin and explaining herself. She also needed to face longevity and build the courage to bear and bear it.
The sound of hawking on the street is also inexhaustible, and it has been lively and lively since ancient times. A Yin digested Song Nineteen's words, and was raising her eyes when she accidentally bumped into A Ping.
He was still wearing the same suit, more wrinkled. Seeing A Yin, a simple smile appeared on his face.
A Yin took a small step back, the words "don't see him" reverberated like tinnitus, but she looked at A Ping, stopped the steps of avoidance, put her hands in the pockets of the wool coat, and stepped forward Meeting his eyes, he said, "It's such a coincidence, I'll see you again and again."
This is the street back and forth.
"I deliberately waited for you." Ping looked at her.
Ayin said, "You sent me back that day. If you have anything to do, you should go to the alley to find me."
A Ping was a little disappointed: "I forgot."
He scratched his head, very embarrassed: "I don't have a good memory in the past two years. I only walked through the alley once, and I forgot."
A Yin smiled and followed him along the street. There was a commotion at the end. A Yin narrowed his eyes, and A Ping followed, and said, "Student movement, I have been here several times in the past few days, shouting some slogan."
"Well." A Yin lowered his head, listening to the sound of the crowd getting closer and closer.
Aping turned his head and said to her, "If you have time, take me for a walk again. I will remember it this time."
A Yin stuck her tongue in her mouth, thought about it, and said, "No."
"I'm going back north in two days." She lied.
A Ping was stunned for a moment, and she was a little unsteady, and asked her: "Go, where are you going? I... "
Looking at A Yin's eyes, he still didn't have the courage to say the words "I'll go with you".
He was timid since he was a child, and Ayin was fierce. He was afraid that Ayin would become a habit. As long as she frowned a little and showed a slight objection, he would not propose a word.
Ayin is talking about the north, not a city, that is, don't follow me.
Students holding flags and banners formed a phalanx, and they came in full swing. The crowd began to surge, and the thunderous momentum drove the pedestrians on both sides to run. A Yin put her eyes on the girls' braids, blue cloths, and black skirts. Their mouths were exhaling white air, and their hands holding the flag were red with cold.
She smiled, this country's righteousness is always warm-blooded, and even in a cold day, it can make people feel hot and cold.
She was about to talk to A Ping, but saw that A Ping habitually took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A Yin narrowed her eyes, looked at A Ping carefully, her heart jumped up pitifully, she stretched out her hand stunnedly, motioned for A Ping to hold a hand, and asked him softly, "It's getting colder today— Are you cold?"
A Ping handed over her hand, squeezed the temperature on her hand with a smile, and said with a smile, "I'm..."
He didn't say the rest of the words, and was fixed in A Yin's eyes in confusion.
A Yin's fingertips twitched slightly, then retracted, still putting it back in her pocket, pinching it inside, and bleeding from her fingernails.
Her peach blossom eyes were open tragically at the moment, the fresh life inside was crushed, and it flashed with unbearable crystal.
She choked her throat and asked Aping slowly and in a low voice: "I never asked you, why did you go to the tomb of Jinyun Mountain that day?"
She understood it all, A Ping was wearing a wrinkled suit, a towel that kept wiping sweat, and a vague memory of finding the way.
- He lost his life on the way to the mountain, and then he entered the old tomb as a ghost. Under the influence of the magic circle, he lost the memory of his death like Qin Liangyu, and the time on him always stayed in that summer.
A Ping lowered his head and said indifferently: "I, I have been looking for you. I know you are fighting. I heard that there is a tomb, so I often go to see it. Maybe... "
Maybe, can I meet you
I don't know if she didn't say it, or was drowned in the high-pitched noise. A Yin was bumped by someone in the student movement. She slashed her ankle and leaned against the street. She raised her head and saw that A Ping was also being pushed in confusion. When we reached the center of the crowd, we stumbled forward with the waves of people.
He looked left and right, eagerly looking for A Yin, his head sometimes popped out, sometimes blocked, A Yin reluctantly trotted two steps and called him: "A Ping!"
The voice was too low to reach his ears, but Ayin continued shouting regardless: "Go to Taishan Mansion! Aping, go to Taishan Mansion!"
A Ping vaguely heard A Yin's voice, she said - Taishan Mansion
He was ecstatic, and hurriedly stretched his neck toward the voice, no matter whether she could see it or not, he nodded heavily.
"Hey!" he agreed with a smile.