Ayin looked at Aro's back, her heart was pounding, and she was blocked for a night. She really didn't understand that it was clearly Lord Yan Luo who had a romantic nature and found another lover, yet he looked pitiful after being ravaged several times, as if he had bullied her.
Some people's weakness is a weapon, and the difference makes the righteous.
A few days after Aro came back, Ayin sighed and sighed for a few days, like a cockfighting cock with a cut off his crown. Then suddenly put on the hard shell, the cockscomb of the fighting cock piled up again, and swaggered across the market with its head held high.
In the dead of night, she was annoyed again, as if there was a puddle of water in front of you, you clearly knew that you should use a ladle to scoop, but you always took the dustpan riddled with holes in disbelief.
She couldn't contain the self-esteem of love, it was this dustpan full of holes.
She ate less, and she saw that the world was losing weight. She felt that it was time to chat with Arrow, whether it was good or not, there had to be a happy statement. The opening words are almost the same, but there are only a few grains of rice in the bowl.
A meal was eaten quietly and slowly, as if waiting for someone deliberately. The seat beside A Yin was vacant. Myrtle didn't eat, so she came down to collect A Luo's clothes, greeted timidly, and then Upstairs again.
The chicken soup was cool, and there was a layer of sticky butter. Several people stopped their chopsticks, and Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu were talking in a low voice, not in a hurry to leave. A Yin was chewing a piece of green vegetables, when a faint movement came from above.
The sound insulation of the ancient building is really poor, and it just so happens that it is the time for a lunch break.
Everyone looked at their noses and noses and watched their hearts, only to pretend they didn't hear it, but when they heard a "whoosh" sound, Ayin threw the chopsticks, got up and walked upstairs: "Don't be ashamed to announce prostitution in the daytime!"
Song Nineteen rarely listened to such straightforward words, and immediately burned his cheeks and looked at Li Shiyi tenderly. Li Shiyi patted the back of her head lightly and pursed the corners of his lips.
A Yin pedaled a few times before going upstairs, and when he reached the corner, before his anger subsided, he raised his hand and slammed on the door. She felt that she was shameless, like a shrew who slammed on the door. She had to snort and snort as usual, turned around and laughed with the youngest Tu, saying that being a girl is the most important thing.
But now, when she slams the door, she throws a layer of her decency.
She stood naked at the door, and Aro finally opened the door. With her pale face expressionless, she twisted the buckles on her chest with her right hand.
After she finished buttoning, she took out the hair tucked in her neckline and put it around her sweaty neck.
A Yin felt that she had been slapped twice in the face, and her tears finally came out of her head. She bit her lip, her chin still held high, and looked at Arro with tears in her eyelashes.
She didn't want to say any more angry words, she just stared at her stubbornly, the sore throat swallowed again and again, she felt aggrieved.
Aro's eyes moved away from her face, which was about to cry, and then looked at her chest, which was rising and falling, and finally moved to her hand clenching the silk.
Ah Luo's sigh was also very gentle. He turned around and said to Ah Tao who was behind him, "Go out first."
Ah Tao answered yes, and Ah Luo glanced at Ah Yin: "Come in."
The door was closed, the room was pitch black, and the curtains were not opened, and the disturbing fragrance of myrtle left in the air. Aro walked slowly to the table and lit the lamp, then leaned over to the bed and carefully Looking at A Yin carefully, a pair of bloodless lips were softly closed.
She really missed her, but she didn't dare to say it.
A Yin rarely looked at her with such soft eyes, and the ripples in her heart swayed. A Yin was always handy with her seduction, right from the beginning, so that she would always get the wrong idea.
After a while, I heard A Luo whisper: "A Ping is reincarnated."
A Yin was stunned for a moment, she never expected this to be her first sentence.
Arrow paused for a while, and then added: "The time he left in the world is not long, and it is for a reason, not his own. Therefore, the arranged book of fate is still smooth."
Her voice was very nice, cadenced, with the same ancient meaning as a deep well, and her words were simple, but Ayin couldn't hear a word, only half-dry eyes and asked her in a daze: "You tell me this?"
The name of the person inside is not A Yin, not even A Tao, but A Ping
Aro was silent, Ayin wanted to ask more, but just took a step forward, but saw Aro instinctively retreated half a body, still keeping the distance between the head and the end of the bed with her.
Ayin lowered her gaze in despair and stopped moving.
She heard Aro let out a bitter smile and asked softly, "What else can I say?"
These days she has been thinking about whether Ayin's unrequited love that day was true or false, and there was a stubborn voice in her heart saying it was false day after day, but these words were alone and without any supporting evidence.
The saddest thing for her was that she rummaged through her past with A Yin, but couldn't find any support that could make her deceive herself.
She never said soft-hearted words, never thought of being with her, never even mentioned that she liked her.
She took her as medicine, cried because of Li Shiyi in front of her, felt nauseous because of her kiss when she woke up, and left her appointment to go to Aping.
She made a humble gesture in front of A Yin, and in the end she said - whoever it is, it won't be you.
She thought, as long as Ayin has a little bit of her in her heart, I'm afraid she will also feel a little bit of distress for her.
So Aro lowered his head and fell into a long silence again.
After a long while, she raised her head and said to A Yin, "I'm a little tired."
The expulsion made A Yin not new, but what was new came out of A Luo's mouth, causing her to lose her soul in an instant. She was afraid that she would appear vulnerable, so she simply went back to the house and closed the door, and slept hard.
In the afternoon, Ah Yin felt better. Since she didn't use much lunch, she went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of goat milk. The fragrant and thick liquid was tumbling milky white foam in the pot. Tao walked in with a dustpan, a handful of fresh and tender lettuce leaves on top. She greeted Ayin politely, and Ayin responded lazily and couldn't help but glance at her, her tender face like a white radish, with the powder passing through the spring peaches, even the actions of choosing vegetables were the same. Like playing the qin, very elegant.
The sour water in Ah Yin's heart was also put on the stove, and it boiled and started to bubble.
She supported her sore waist with her backhand, rubbed it, and couldn't help but ask her, "What do you eat?"
She knew that Ah Tao didn't eat it, so she deliberately asked.
Ah Tao was pure in the end, and shook her head: "My lord is a little hungry, he said he wanted to eat Yangchun noodles."
As she said that, she took her hands out of the water and tiptoed to find the dried noodles in the cabinet.
Ayin moved her neck, stepped forward and pulled out a hand: "This, she likes to eat fine food."
The last half of the sentence is really unnecessary, but A Yin just wanted to say it, and while she was talking, she peeked at A Tao's expression.
A Tao was cooking the noodles quietly, while A Yin stood by and watched. She was a little dazed. Tao had the same youthful and bright face as Nineteen, but it was strange that when Nineteen and Li Eleven had a good time, although she was sad, she did not have such a hostile hostility. Have.
Only then did she realize that Li Shiyi and Aro were different to her. She used to treat Li Shiyi as if she was looking at a pot of precious flowers on the street. She had no money and couldn't afford it, so she liked it in her heart. When she saw someone bought it, she could only tell her secretly: Just treat it well.
But Aro is different, she has always grown in her own yard, even if she didn't care much before, she can't be blatantly digging.
She developed a unique possessiveness towards Aro, which was rather disgusting.
She sat numbly, half of the milk in the pot was simmering dry.
So she stood up, stretched out the spoon and stirred it up. Yu Guang watched Ah Tao's movements, thought about it, and asked her, "How long have you been with Ah Luo?"
"Good?" A Tao frowned and asked weakly.
Seeing her timid appearance, Ayin wanted to make a fire, and looked at her: "No, what is she doing with you?"
A Yin retracted her chin and bit her more explicit words into her teeth.
Ah Tao said, "Your Excellency is sick."
"Sick?" Ah Yin blinked quickly.
"She took you to-" A Yin stopped stirring, remembering A Luo's cough and unbearable moaning.
"Myrtle is a medicine girl," said Ah Tao.
A Yin stared at her, her eyelashes like butterfly wings fanned one by one, as if she had been besieged for a few days, and finally she was about to fly out of the confinement of her eyes. She heard the sound of resurrection, the fragrance of the face, the fragrance of milk, and the fragrance of the flowers on A Tao's body mixed into a vigorous posture. A face like a bud.
"What's wrong?" A Yin asked, the corners of his mouth pursed so tightly that no one could see that he was on the hook.
Ah Tao thought for a while and said, "Wind and cold."
The last bit of hanging on her heart also sank, A Yin gave a soft "Oh", and glanced at A Tao again, inexplicably saw that she was half cute.