Ayin's mouth slumped, and she burst into tears.
Aro panicked and pulled up his clothes to hug her. She had never seen A Yin feel so heartily sad, the radiant beauty was covered in rouge at the moment, she wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand at a loss, and then turned around and pressed the base of her palm against her eye socket. In the end, she simply stopped struggling. , the nose flaps one by one, looking at Arro and weeping.
She cried like a bullied child, her facial features were in a mess.
The scene in front of her was so funny that it was too funny, but Aro's eyes heated up unconsciously. She blinked her wet eyelashes and asked her softly, "Why are you crying?"
Ayin's nose was blocked so badly, she tried her best to make it smooth. She rolled her sleeves and rolled her eyes. She looked out the window and said, "Wang Bagaozi, sister, this life is too difficult."
The last three words were gnashing of teeth and powerless. She didn't know why, if it was on her, the great misfortune would have passed, but every whip on Arrow's body was a hurdle that couldn't be overcome. , making her heart-burning, making her want to raise a gun and mount a horse, and immediately ask for an explanation.
But who can she speak to
Looking at the icy sunlight outside, she tossed and turned in her heart with only four words—finished.
There was a willow-like inhalation in her ears, she turned her head slightly, and in the corner of her vision was Arrow's downcast face.
A Luo's right hand supported the folds of the clothes on the left arm, and smoothed it a little bit. The choking in her throat was unfamiliar and natural. Her heart was pounding, but it was not the fulfillment of her long-cherished wish, but the sourness of hindsight. He was in pain because she felt something unusual in what Ayin just said.
The girl in front of her has the arrogance that does not change her face. Anyone who steps on her in the mud, she can laugh and spit a few mouthfuls. She has never said that it is difficult or afraid to anyone, but just now she put Arrow The scars are called "difficulty" and "fear".
This is the first time that Aro clearly understands that Ayin is really ready to live and die with her, not just a "like", not just "let's do it now".
Her eyes were red, suppressing the tiny but expansive feeling of soreness. A Yin's soft shadow covered half of her face, giving her the illusion that she was just a helpless little girl. .
Only then did she understand that gods or ghosts have never lacked the desire to be protected by others. This has nothing to do with magic skills, but only with the person in front of her.
Ayin cried enough, and she was almost vented, so she grabbed the silk and carefully dipped the corner of her eyes, but found that Aro was standing by the side and did not come forward, she was a little dissatisfied for a while: "What are you thinking?"
If others see their sweetheart crying, they will naturally hug and hug, but this foolish King of Hell is stunned, and there is a long way to go to teach.
A Luo raised his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm thinking, Mr. Tu is right."
"What's the point?" Ayin rolled her eyes upwards and took off an eyelash stuck at the corner of her eye with two fingers.
She almost broke out of crying just now, but the most important thing at this moment is still beauty. Aro leaned on the table and looked at her with a soft smile: "Taishan mansion is not as good as the world."
A Yin blinked twice, then stretched out her middle finger to spread the powder on both sides of her nose: "What's wrong?"
Arrow said: "There is no chicken."
There is no roast chicken, stewed chicken soup, white-cut chicken, lotus leaf chicken, beggar chicken, spicy chicken, scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, and egg filling.
There is no such pitiful and lovely A Yin.
Confused, Ayin puffed out her cheeks, and moved her muscles twice as she relaxed her slender neck. After crying for a long time, she felt dizzy as if she had a fever, and her throat was very hot, so she sat down on the Taishi chair, propped up her temples for a while, always feeling that something was missing, so she put Arrow again. He held his hand and wanted to put it in his arms, but when he saw that Aro was leaning over to her, it was inconvenient to stand, so he simply pulled her onto his lap and sat down, wrapping his hands around her waist and resting his head on his shoulders. Going up, the sound of the urn said: "Don't move, I will take a while."
"Yeah." Aro replied, really motionless.
A Yin smelled the fragrance around her neck. It was quiet and eerie, and it smelled terribly good. It was different from any kind of incense powder.
Thinking of Ah Tao, and thinking of Ah Luo's bare back just now, Ah Yin became jealous again, raised her head, pulled a little further away, and asked Ah Luo, "The medicine on Ah Tao is on this back? "
A Luo nodded, reached out and stroked A Yin's scattered ear hair.
A Yin's brows deepened, but he was still a little unwilling to give up: "How to get on? Take off your clothes?"
Arrow paused, still nodding.
A Yin hugged her, and she was not angry at all. In the past, when A Luo pursued her, he was clearly familiar with Fengyue, but now he has clear and clear eyes, as if he doesn't understand what she cares about.
Pack. A Yin gritted her teeth, trying to secretly squeeze her.
After pinching her clothes, she couldn't bear to do anything, so she could only put her sore teeth in her mouth, let go of her thin waist, lay back, and snorted with a snort, "It's a bit too much. Interesting."
The yin and yang are strange, Arro is so smart, she easily grabbed the key, but she glanced at A Yin uncertainly, and after thinking for a while, said: "My injury, I can't make five dollars for medicine, so I searched for A medicine girl."
Ayin folded her arms and was about to speak when she heard Aro say earnestly, "I was afraid that you would be too careless, and to avoid suspicion, that's why I asked the ghost messenger to hire an ugly one for me."
A Yin was stuck in her chest in one breath, almost coughed, stared at her, and only coughed a little.
She blinked in disbelief: "You mean that myrtle—the ugly?"
His eyes drifted to the bronze mirror beside him unconsciously, no matter if he could see it or not, but he really wanted to look for his facial features urgently.
Aro frowned: "Isn't it?"
"It's so beautiful that you can lay eggs!" A Yin answered quickly, raising her voice a few times unconsciously. She didn't know what kind of messy description it was, but only such a messy metaphor could properly catch her messy thoughts at the moment.
That A Tao powder face with almond eyes and a graceful figure, although A Yin doesn't want to admit it, but such a girl, whether she is placed in the sky or the ground, should be first-class beautiful.
She heard Ah Luo thoughtfully silent for a while, and then she said helplessly: "I told you that I can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness."
Ayin sucked in a breath of cold air and slammed into Aro's sincere eyes, digesting this fact in a daze.
She was a little disappointed, but also felt a little absurd. The appearance that she cared about most, in Arro's eyes, might be no different from Chen Mazi, who was ugly ten streets next door.
As the saying goes, "A woman is the one who pleases herself." Now, in this situation, even if there are thousands of styles in the future, who will look at it? She fainted in an instant, and she couldn't get her spirits up for a while.
However, Ah Luo didn't have the intention to appreciate her face, which was red and white, and only pressed his eyes down and looked at the floating dust on the ground.
After a long while, she heard Ayin ask: "The ghosts born in Mount Tai can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, so can't the ghosts who are turned into people? So, after going to the underworld, they are blind?"
Naturally, the ghost can do it, otherwise why would she order the selection? Arrow moved his eyes to the desk: "Perhaps, it was negligence."
She avoided, but A Yin touched her face, immersed in the previous frustration, consciously or unintentionally ignoring this avoidance.
At sunset, a misty rain started to fall, and the small vendors on the streets and alleys wore oil cloths to spread it clean. Ah Tao bought it from outside and was soaked in water mist. She wrapped the cloth bag in her arms and covered it with an outer garment. As she trotted all the way into the alley, with bricks and tiles extending on both sides, she ran into the roof of the roof in three or two steps, still holding the cloth pocket in one hand, and pinching the big wet braid in the other.
She looked up at the drops of water dripping under the eaves, like a curtain of beads, intermittently, one fell down, and it took a long time to get the next one. Er smiled quietly.
Her smile was short, like hers, timid, as if it would be stolen after a while, so she lowered her head, hid her smile, and stared at the puddles smashed by raindrops Voila.
After three or two seconds, she stretched out her soaked cloth shoes, the toes of the shoes were lightly in the small puddle.
It was cold in her heart, she couldn't help shrinking her shoulders, it was cooler than the yellow spring water. The water in the yellow spring is a hundred times cleaner than that in the mud pit, and the entrance is sweet, and she is watered and grown every day, but it is not like the water in the middle of the mud pit, which can reflect the rich and beautiful sunshine.
She liked it a little and wanted to reach out and step on it a second time, but suddenly felt a shady ghost on the right hand side, she turned her face, and saw Lord Futi standing in front of the door with an umbrella.
Lord Futi, with a black robe and a black umbrella, with a black hair and a jade face, stood like a lonely ink painting.
She retracted her feet and walked forward with her head down, still holding the cloth sack in both hands, committing herself to greeting: "Sir."
She doesn't like to talk, and it seems that these two words are what she says the most when she is an adult.
Aro handed her a handkerchief.
Ah Tao was startled, and was silent for a long time in Ah Luo's actions, before shaking her hands for a while to take it, she whispered, "Thank you, Lord."
She still stood under the eaves, hiding her unease in the wet shadow.
Ah Luo put his hand back and looked at her from top to bottom. The consideration in her eyes was not obvious, but it was enough for Ah Tao to feel the oppression without anger and self-pretence. She held the handkerchief in her hand and did not wipe it. , just quietly waiting for Arrow to ask questions.
Ah Luo really opened his mouth, his voice was soft and hoarse, with a little bit of coldness: "What do I want to ask, you know."
The toes of Ah Tao's cloth shoes were on top, but her forearm only held the cloth pocket firmly. After a while, she turned a pretty face and looked straight at Ah Luo tremblingly: "A Tao is guilty of death."
The guilt was in the eyes of Lord Yama when she looked at it without measure, and the guilt was also in other things.
She knew that Ah Luo was impatient, and was afraid of delaying her for a bit, so she took a long, soft breath and said, "I am a myrtle on the edge of Huangquan, just under the Naihe Bridge."
Arrow's eyelashes fell very gently, but his expression was blocked by the rain, and there was no temperature at all.
She listened to the girl in front of her with the attitude of listening to 10,000 reports, but the girl in front of her was the first to say these words.
She looked down at the potholes and said, "When your lord passes by, the corners of my skirts often brush against me once or twice."
A Luo frowned a little, and A Tao's heart shrank. She didn't dare to say, nor did she want to say, no matter how rebellious it was. For example, she often covets the tenderness of the skirt corners, often listens to her footsteps, and often looks at her back. She always walks indifferently and in a hurry, sometimes whispering a few words with Wu Qian, when she encounters embarrassment, she will unconsciously adjust her cuffs, and when she encounters a noisy soul, she will cover her lips and cough gently.
Occasionally, she would also talk and laugh with Wu Qian, and A Tao managed to lengthen her neck amid her sister's trembling waist, wanting to take a closer look.
Once, Lord Futi's maid was stole her happiness by wasting, and the adult was so angry that she carried the wasted into a frying pan for a hundred years. Only then did she realize that the adult also had a maid, who was in front of her every day, studying Mo Tianxiang.
But she is just a medicine girl, she is looking forward to her needing her, but also afraid that she needs her.
One day she waited for the ghost messenger who came to the Yama Temple and said that she was going to select the medicine maid for the adults. She had just transformed into a human form and planted medicinal herbs together with several sisters. She planted the poor wild ginseng that day, carrying Skirt wanted to go back to the house to find a Zhu Chai, but was told that adults would be ugly.
"I knew in my heart that adults don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, so I bought the ghosts in front of the palace and replaced me." Tao only said this.
However, Ah Luo tightened the hand holding the umbrella and shook his head: "Little Yaoniang, how can you buy off the ghosts in my palace?"
Ah Tao stopped, like a few flowers falling in the rain. She finally raised her eyes again, her pale lips curved, revealing a daring smile, she said, "It's blood from the heart."
Aro held his left hand behind him and looked back at her earnestly.
Myrtle can change shape in a thousand years, gather a drop of blood, it is invaluable, and it can cure all diseases.
But if he loses his heart and blood, his cultivation base will be completely scattered, and he will only have the period of humanoid form in March.
Aro shook his head slightly, then stared at her silently.
Ah Tao buried her head: "It's Ah Tao's fault, please punish the adults."
But she heard Aro ask her, "How many months has it been?"
Ah Tao's eyes trembled, and she firmly grasped the handkerchief that A Luo gave, but she shook her lips and smiled lightly: "Two months and eight days."
With a sound of "click", a drop of rainwater finally condensed and fell from the eaves and fell into the piled shallow pit. She exchanged her blood for two months and eight days, and she remembered every day.
She heard Aro's long and soft breathing, as if hitting her ear, and she lowered her head and counted quietly, one, two, three, four. Between her and the adults, it can be regarded as a few breaths of mutual respect.
At the ninth time, Arro turned around and sighed at her: "Go back to Taishan Mansion."
There was a warm mist in Ah Tao's eyes, and she bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."
The cloth sack in her arms was too tight, and the contents inside seemed to be broken, sticking against her soft belly. She touched it and remembered what A Yin said that day—this, she likes to eat fine food.
After all, I couldn't keep the noodles that I bought for her. Originally, I just wanted to have a little unknown relationship when Aro wanted to eat noodles in the future.
Ah Tao looked up and saw the black umbrella left by Ah Luo, standing alone by the door.
She smiled quietly, picked up her umbrella and turned to go into the depths of the rain curtain.
There seems to be only one sentence that I forgot to say: When Arona ran into Fu Wuyin who was crying outside the Naihe Bridge, Ah Tao was under the bridge.
And when Ah Luo turned his head back then, Ah Tao was really the first to see the pink on his auricles.