The gray sky pressed the morning like dusk, which made the head, which was not very clear, even more tired. Li Shiyi was still awake, and Aro went out early in the morning. Ayin was sitting at the dining table. Song Nineteen of Xiao Long Bao. Ayin tilted her head to look at her, saw her bulging cheeks, and her watery eyes like apricot blossoms blinked as she chewed, she couldn't help but say, "We're going to Jinyun Mountain today, you know what's in your heart. No?"
Song Nineteen looked up at her.
"I guess, you're a monster." A Yin's arms were folded on the table, seeing Song Nineteen's slightly raised eyes alert and clear, his pupils were big and black, and he looked more and more like A Huang, who was guarding the hospital next door.
Song Nineteen blinked twice, her brows furrowed slightly, and her frown had no lines, only the left and right ends of the half protruded like earthworms, like a pair of hidden horns.
Eighty-nine and ten, Ayin nodded affirmatively, she was afraid of Song Nineteen's annoyance, she added: "The spirit is not bad, if you are a fox, cat or rabbit or something, you have changed your original shape in winter, how much can you put it on hold? It's warm in my arms."
Song Nineteen took a bite of the bun, thought for a while, and asked her, "What if it was a pig?"
"The pig demon transforms into a small form like you?" A Yin rolled her eyes, "It's just turning into the youngest Tu."
Song Nineteen laughed softly, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, and rested his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
A Yin and her were bored with sitting, so she thought about gossip, sat up straight and shook her chin: "Are you paying attention? A Tao is gone, and A Luo's umbrella is gone, you say, what's the way here? ?"
Song Nineteen tilted his head: "Didn't you be honest with Aro? You should ask her."
Ayin lowered her voice and disagreed: "You are tender, sincerity is important, but when it comes to love, if everything is broken apart and smashed, it will not be interesting, and you have to guess your heart occasionally."
"Really?" Song Nineteen thoughtfully.
Seeing that she was about to wake up, Ayin reminded her while the iron was hot: "For example, if you have any inconvenience to talk to Eleven, just tell me, let's discuss it, maybe we can understand the Fa."
Song Nineteen nodded, lowered his face, the shadow of his eyelashes trembled, then raised his eyes and asked her, "Then tell me, what should I do to be the one on top?"
The gentle footsteps stopped at the corner of the stairs, Li Shiyi in the shadow pursed his lips, his eyes swept down.
But seeing A Yin startled, she stretched her eyelids twice before she understood what Song Nineteen meant, she tilted her neck and took a breath, staring at Song Nineteen: "You have such an ambition. ."
Song Nineteen became embarrassed after realizing it, pursed peach blossom pink's lips, and nodded stubbornly.
A Yin stood up the chopsticks in her hands, as if she was giving a thumbs up, and she didn't even have time to think about being "on the top". Looking at Song Nineteen's appearance, it seemed like a plan for a long time.
With a "tsk", she raised her brows and swept her gaze back and forth on Song Nineteen's calm and pretty face, and after a while, she leaned back and put one arm on the back of the chair, frowning in concern.
Later, I was afraid that it came unexpectedly. Could it be that they have spoiled the nine adults, in case... She should have been the one above
Thinking of this, she didn't dare to speak, she just laughed to herself and stopped the topic: "I don't know."
Peeling the melon seeds a few more times, only to see Li Shiyi come down from the top. A Yin glanced at her carefully because of what she said just now. She didn't know if it was an illusion. In many cases, there are seemingly non-existent pauses between actions, and cool gentleness overflows from the pauses.
She heard Li Shiyi leaning on the back of the chair and burying her head in a low voice with Song Shijiu. In a room with poor lighting, the silhouettes of the two people overlapped even more lingeringly. She held her face and looked at it. Feelings and sadness.
It seems that the two vines that were originally intertwined have their own trees. Seeing that they grow better and climb higher, they are no longer swaying like before. No one can bear the other, but occasionally I still think of it. On some days when the wind blows and rains, I don't remember whether it is the east wind or the south wind, or whether it is light rain or heavy rain, just enough to remember the feeling of being attached.
Naturally, this has nothing to do with love, and sincerity in the world is not necessarily the only one that is pleasing to each other.
She sorted out the sudden turmoil, and then she had to quietly take a look at the past.
In the afternoon, I was finally willing to sprinkle some sunshine in and paint a layer of golden paint on the dead wood in the yard. Li Shiyi and Song Jiujiu were in the yard with A Luohou, waiting for the untidy A Yin. The sound of creaking wooden boards came, and the girl with short and high heels went upstairs to change a pair of leather shoes. Li Shiyi took his eyes back from Song Shijiu, who was on the swing, and turned to Arrow, who lowered his head to organize the paper umbrella.
It was an extremely eye-catching umbrella, covered with plain wood-colored oil paper, but the rib of the umbrella seemed to be carved ebony wood, exuding the aroma of tung oil. Ah Luo heard Li Shi Shi's gradually clear footsteps, without raising his head, he said softly, "It's called a lantern."
The lantern is her magic weapon. It has not been used for many years. Now that there is no umbrella, she sent someone to bring it.
She propped up the lantern, propping up a blooming shade of shade, the sun came down from the translucent umbrella, shrouding her pale face, she dropped her eyelashes, and gently tossed the lantern upwards, her index finger on the The lower end of the umbrella rib was slightly lifted, and the umbrella spun up, like an intact and old full moon.
A weak but decisive murderous aura spread from the rotating umbrella. Li Shiyi raised his face and saw A Luoyang put the umbrella in his hand, and propped it up as usual to cover the shade.
"I don't know if it's because of my soul gathering in the past two months, or because of your presence by my side, my consciousness is increasingly awakened, and the effect of my soul restraint has been greatly reduced." Within the limits of the four-nine-city land dwelling, Ah Luo noticed it when he applied hot water to the sick A Yin, and it was only a try when he was sent a lantern, but he didn't want to actually be able to make one and a half moves.
"You gave me the lantern." A Luo smiled pale and soft, "I don't know if it will rain or not when I go up the mountain today."
Li Shiyi didn't take up the topic, but suddenly said: "I heard that you ordered the rain to fall on Mount Tai for 22 days."
Only Li Shiyi, who had a clear ear and a clear ear, understood the conversation between Ah Luo and Ah Tao that day, and only she who had been reading the classics of Mount Tai recently knew that the umbrella that Ah Luo left behind was called You Xing. It is one of the treasures of Mount Tai, and it has the function of gathering souls.
A Luo was punished with eighty-one soul-drinking whips, whipping out the weak soul. In order to repair his consciousness, he brought Yuxing with him. But now she has left You Xing to Ah Tao, who only needs to hold an umbrella for seven days, and Ah Tao can preserve her soul, and in the future, she will transform into an adult, and there is no need to repair for another thousand years.
Ah Tao served with him, and naturally knew the function of the star, and the rain on the 22nd was the hidden grace of Lord Futi.
En allowed her to have the excuse of holding an umbrella for seven days, allowed her to have two months and eight days of memories, and let her remember the heartache and throbbing of rebelliousness when she was close to taking the medicine.
Ah Luo lowered her eyes, her beautiful profile like an ordinary lady, she should have been more decisive, but she suddenly had a feeling of empathy. The ground asked, why did he leave the marriage without hesitation when he couldn't love Ayin that day.
To remember, to live up to.
Remember your sincere and frank love, and live up to the loneliness that may not be there in the future.
So she thought that myrtle, who had just grown up under the eaves, might also want to remember.
Before she spoke, Li Shiyi's Qiushui voice sounded beside her: "What if she is not willing to use it?"
Arrow paused, his thumb slipped on the umbrella rib, and looked at A Yin, who was wrapped in a coat and stepped out of the door.
Ayinwo rubbed her white hands in one breath, and walked towards her with a charming smile.
Aro said softly, "Then forget it, that's fine."