The day when Aro came back was cool and sunny, soft like the moon. Wu Qian took the clothes washed and dried by the aunt next door, and spread them out on the wooden chairs for everyone to pick up their own. A Yin was carrying a fringed shawl. Some of them couldn't remember whether it was her own or nineteen. She spread it out to take a closer look, and then saw Arrow entering the door through the gap of the hollow carvings.
Therefore, her reunion with Aro was vaguely scented with saponins.
The lively hall suddenly fell silent. Li Shiyi straddled one leg on the armrest of the sofa, Song Shijiu sat on the shorter inner cushion against her, and the movement of folding the jacket in his hand slowed down. Wu Qian stood up, A Yin put down the shawl, put it on his knee and twisted it, instinctively looked away, stared at the pile of clothes for a few seconds, then stretched out a hand, and finally picked up a crisp shirt , burying his head in his sleeves.
That's... Li Shiyi's. Song Nineteen looked up and exchanged glances with Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi smiled.
Arrow walked to the shade, put away the cyan oil-paper umbrella, still wearing a black robe like a crow, with long hair draped on one side. Missing in January, she is thinner and paler.
She walked over gently like the wind and the willow, her bloodless lips made her drooping eyelashes fade, and she softly shouted, "Aheng."
Ah Heng was the first to call out, and after a long silence, there was no second one.
The atmosphere was so embarrassing that Song Nineteen leaned against Li Shiyi's arms, still looked up at her, and opened his mouth slightly.
Li Shiyi moved his hand around her shoulder slightly, and tapped his middle finger twice, signaling her to stay calm.
A Yin couldn't sit still, and as soon as he raised his head and cleared his throat, he wanted to say hello, but before he could say anything, he frowned and stared at the person who came.
Behind Ah Luo was a young girl with eyes. Furong had an affectionate expression on her face. Her face was as straight as a tick in the painting. She was wearing a crow blue jacket of the same color as Ah Luo. Standing behind Arro, he looked at everyone with curious and reserved eyes, but he glanced at it too much, and lowered his eyes with restraint.
Beautiful and ghostly, you can tell at a glance that it was brought from Taishan Mansion.
Ah Luo didn't have any intention of introducing her, so he just said her name softly: "A Tao."
Ah Tao is a myrtle beside the Yellow Spring.
This time, even Li Shiyi couldn't sit still, so he raised his eyebrows and looked at A Yin.
A Yin squinted her chin and squinted her chin, her eyes circled around A Tao's body, and then moved back to A Luo. Aro turned to look back at her, gave her a soft look, and pursed his lips again, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Ayin put the tip of her tongue against her upper jaw and swiped it hard twice. Then she buried her head and took off the folded shirt. After sniffing, she raised her face and smiled at Aro: "Who is it?"
He laughed like a flower, and there was a vague "yo" at the beginning, his swaggering eyes were sullen, but the end sound sank without any weight, and he was two or three points nervous.
A Luo glanced at A Tao for half an eye, and said in a low voice, "Handmaid."
A Yin smiled and looked at her with crooked eyes: "I'm used to being poor. I didn't know that the maid was so ordered and supported, so inconsiderate."
A pair of gleaming eyes, and the corners of the mouth that were tilted up uncontrollably twitched, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.
Song Nineteen stretched his neck and looked at Ah Tao's hand on the crook of Ah Luo's arm.
The ten fingers are slender, like onion roots, and a pair of plain hands are also very good-looking. It doesn't look like he's doing a job at all.
A Tao was a little uneasy, and withdrew her hand, A Luo shook her head to signal her to take a step back, wanting to say something to A Yin, met her Da Lala's gaze, then instinctively retracted her eyes, lowered her head to look at her hand clothes in.
It was this evasive action that reminded Ayin of the heart-rending and cruel words he had said to her, Aro curled up his hand on the table and made a gesture of self-protection.
Ayin's heart hurts like a needle piercing for a moment, and then she understands that Aro is not a straight girl. In the past, it was only because she was willing to open up to her, so she left a lot of restraint and face, and put the sincere and sincere Show her a heart. Once she took it back, she couldn't even find the door, and was ramming outside like a headless fly.
She was horribly bumped. Her childhood sweetheart, her boudoir close friend, her card partner, and this myrtle that appeared out of nowhere, all looked at her in embarrassment, her shoulders were sore, and her face was dry. It was so hot that even her ears and eyes were hot, but her eccentric liver cooled down coldly, making her so uncomfortable that she could only stare blankly at the person in front of her.
Since she begged Li Shiyi for mercy, she has counted the days for this person to come back.
On the first day, she copied a few sour love poems. On the second day, she held a beauty pageant for her clothes. On the third day, she carried two pairs of shoes and asked the sleepy-eyed Song Nineteen which heel height was the best.
On this day, everything was finally right. She sat demurely and gently, her makeup in the morning was the most docile, and the fragrance around her body was neither strong nor weak, but it was the person she was waiting for, and something went wrong.
She has designed many ways of apology, either casual or solemn, but she never thought that there would be two people on the opposite side.
She couldn't open her mouth.
Ah Luo's long breathing went up and down, and he didn't explain anything. He only said to Li Shiyi that he was tired, and went upstairs with Ah Tao one after the other.
Ayin paused, bowing his head and folding his clothes.
A beautiful hand appeared in his sight, and moved his fingers slightly. Ayin raised his head and saw that Li Shiyi came over at some unknown time, and stretched out his hand towards her.
"Shirt." Li Shiyi sighed, wrinkled.
A Yin bit her lower lip and returned the fabric twisted in her hand to her, her eyes drooping like that day, a wet flower that has failed.
Li Shiyi picked up his clothes and dragged Song Shijiu away, leaving behind a helpless figure.
A Luo has been in and out with A Tao since he came back. Usually, he only goes downstairs to eat, and then goes back to the house. A Yin can't help but stare when he passes by. Before clicking, A Luo Qingya's cough was occasionally heard.
She no longer had the tenderness that she used to be full of satisfaction with A Yin, and she kept a three-point leeway in her expression when she spoke a stool away. A Yin was so full of words that she couldn't speak, as if she had hit the cotton with all her strength, and she was getting worse day by day.
In the early winter night, when the bones were frozen, A Yin shivered and was about to go back to the room, but he caught an unusual sound in the footsteps.
Her heart skipped a beat like a candle, she took two steps back in disbelief, and pressed her auricle to Alomon's side.
The sound was light, the sound was heavy, and the pauses were even more reverie. She was familiar with this sound. When she was fascinated in the past, she would always hear it three or two times when she returned from a dream in the middle of the night. Aro's moaning was very restrained, most of the time it was just a quick gasp and a light hum from his nose, like a cat's claws, softly stepping on her desire.
She took a breath and pressed her chest with her hand holding the handkerchief.
The weak moan amplified in his ears, fighting against the sound of his heartbeat, knocking it down.
A Yin returned to the room in a daze, closed the door as if fleeing, looked at the shaking candle, and blinked her sour eyes.
It rained again the next day, and A Yin came downstairs with a splitting headache. Song Nineteen had chopsticks in his mouth, and his brows jumped in fright. Grandma Yin had a sallow complexion, her hairpins were messed up, and the black and green ink blocks at the moment. Like, drooping eyes brought out a bowl of porridge.
Aro frowned and looked sideways at her.
A Yin felt her gaze, but she deliberately ignored her, stirring chopsticks in the porridge, and didn't eat it.
Aro hesitated for a few more times before finally opening his mouth: "Are you ill?"
It was so gentle that Ayin wanted to cry for no reason.
Song Nineteen held up the bowl and sipped while supporting his ears.
A Yin sniffed, and the urn murmured: "No."
A Luo raised his hand to his lower lip, and coughed twice, A Yin heard her breathing, and he was so angry that he put down his chopsticks and said, "But after visiting the night market with A Ping for a few hours, I actually Don't worry about catching a cold."
Song Nineteen took a sip of porridge, and Li Eleven silently stretched out his hand to follow her back. A Luo raised his head and took a deep look at A Yin: "A Ping entered Taishan Mansion half a month ago."
Wu Qian sighed, embarrassed to sit still.
A Yin's face was a little uneasy, her teeth tightened, but her mouth was still stubborn: "Remember, it's A Cheng from the alley next door."
Li Shiyi picked up a chopstick and pickled vegetables, and then listened to A Yin slowly adding: "Auntie Guanyin has so many soldiers that I can't remember it easily."
Li Shiyi glanced at her lightly, with a bit of warning. Before he could take his eyes back, he heard a soft "snap" sound. Arrow knocked his chopsticks on the table, left half a bowl of warm porridge, and got up and wrapped his robes. leave.
She held onto the wall as she stepped up the stairs, and coughed softly on her thin shoulders.