Reading The Remnants

Chapter 87: Ten Nights Long Pavilion Nine Dreams (12)

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A Yin originally thought that Li Shiyi was going to panic, but Li Shiyi was not as good as she wanted. He just listened to Heng Gongyu and A Luo calmly, put away the cigarette rod, took off his gloves, and thought about it. Wanting to take off the loose braid again, she lowered her gaze, inserted her five fingers into the center of her hair, pushed the loose hair to the back, took two quiet breaths with a sullen face, and then got up, as usual Go down the mountain and go home.

The dim night lights in the alley stretched the shadows of people very long. Ah Huang at the door next door was snoring sweetly. If there was only one shadow of Li Shiyi, it would have been a beautiful warm winter.

Li Shiyi didn't say a word, pushed the door in, and went straight upstairs. A Yin leaned against the door with her arms in her arms, holding her heavy eyelids, she heard the sound of water rushing from above.

- She actually thought about taking a bath. Ayin raised her eyebrows at Aro and made an unbelievable "tsk" in her mouth.

Aro was a little absent-minded, glanced at the stairs with a heavy heart, and lowered his head wearily.

A Yin said: "Can't sleep, are you playing cards?"

A Luo glanced at the gully where A Yin's brows were tightly knitted, and knew that she was actually worried about Song Jiujiuji. But Ayin didn't dare to suggest anything, for fear that Li Shiyi would be sad, and that Aro would blame himself.

So she wanted to stay up for a while, but Little Nineteen didn't go anywhere and didn't bring any change of clothes, so she might come back in the middle of the night.

She is always willing to treat Song Nineteen as an ordinary girl, and she is not happy to think about whether the nine masters, the god of Zhongshan, will worry about such trivial matters as changing clothes.

A Luo glanced at the dark corridor again, and sat on the card table with A Yin.

The person sat down, but he was not in the mood to play. A Yin put his cheeks and arms crossed, grabbed a card in his hand and dawdled around, his eyes drifted from the kerosene lamp, quietly looked out of the window for a while, and floated back again. Keep looking at the oil lamp.

The lamp thorns exploded, shaking her blurred vision sober, she shook her head, stood up, and said to Arrow, "Where are the scissors? I'll twist the candle wick."

A male voice came from the stairs: "Little one, in the sewing basket."

A Yin looked at Wu Qian: "Are you awake now?"

Wu Qian nodded: "Yin Shi is in the middle."

A Yin looked out of the window in a dizzy mood, Tian Guo really lit up, the charcoal basin in the room was burning vigorously, and the inside of the window was covered with a layer of hoarfrost. She took the scissors and turned around to apply a handful of hoarfrost, and moved her lip line, but she didn't think about what to say.

The stairs creaking, she turned her head blankly, and saw that it was Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi changed into a homely robe, his wet hair was thrown aside, his eyebrows seemed to be covered by frost, and he was faintly pale. As she adjusted her sleeves, she walked towards the card table, glanced at it, and asked, "Are you playing cards?"

The three of them looked at her in unison, and she sniffed slightly, with a glutinous ending, as if she had been soaked in water all night.

Standing tall like a pine bamboo, she fiddled with the cards at will, but after waiting for a while, she saw no one responded, and then she raised her eyes and tilted her head to ask a nasal voice.

Wu Qian looked at Aro, Aro looked at Ayin, Ayin looked at Li Shiyi, but he sneered twice, and tickled the stool with his legs: "Hit."

She played cards when she played cards. The emperor was not in a hurry for the eunuchs. An unknown fire broke out in her heart, and her temples were throbbing in the middle of the night.

Li Shiyi didn't see it, he also hooked the stool beside his feet and sat down with his back straight.

Just as the action of hooking the stool was completed, a sickly female voice suddenly sounded in her ears, the owner of the voice nestled in her hand obediently, and said - "I thought at that time, when I can speak, I must ask Ask you, Li Shiyi, isn't your stool a decoration?"

"But when I really can speak, I forget."

Li Shiyi felt the uneven nicks on the card surface and began to be stunned.

A Yin waited for a while without moving, and was about to urge her impatiently, when she looked up and saw that Li Shiyi's fingers were covered with deep folds, which were caused by dehydration after soaking for a long time. With Li Shiyi's white wrists, he converged the words he was about to say back into his lips.

She cleared her throat, pondered, and finally said softly, "I can't bear it, why don't you chase it? What the fish said just now was a misunderstanding, and she didn't have the slightest hatred. What are you doing now, Joe?"

Li Shiyi didn't speak, and concentrated on playing cards.

Fujun wanted to play cards, and Wu Qian had to play cards, so he threw the dice and started to draw the cards first. Arrow followed quietly, passed Li Shiyi, and finally returned to Liu Mei’s upside-down place. A sound side.

She tilted her body and stared at Li Shi for a long while, then threw the card in a fit of anger.

Gu Lulu turned to Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi didn't seem to notice, he pursed his lips and looked at the card face, and another dice was thrown on the back of her hand. She paused, and then said: "Ayin."

She raised her head and looked directly at A Yin, and said slowly and seriously, "She grew up with us since she was a child."

Her eyes were very tired, but with a bit of stubborn persistence, she only said half a sentence, then turned the cards in her hand and changed the topic: "This deck of cards originally had many kinds of tricks, but I often mention it. Hit her, and she'll have the same style of cards as mine."

A Yin recalled playing cards with Song Nineteen, Li Shiyi passed by, flutteringly took out a card and threw it, and then said in Song Nineteen's ear - Hu this, this, the same, remember.

At that time, her eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze, but now there is a night of winter frost in her eyes.

Li Shiyi's sigh fell in A Yin's heart, and she asked, "Do you understand?"

A Yin is absolutely right, there is no deep hatred, and it is precisely because there is no deep hatred that she can persuade herself to settle down and hand over the time to Song Nineteen.

Song Nineteen was taught by herself, intentionally or unintentionally, to be well-behaved and cute, but was this her original intention? Now that she has awakened her consciousness, she should have a chance to decide entirely by herself.

If she is holding a new deck of cards now, will she still be the one from that day

Aro understood, but she was a little dazed, Li Shiyi put himself in the chosen position, and she even noticed a bit of a "humble" attitude.

Finally, Li Shiyi looked at the card table and whispered, "She will be back."

A Yin frowned: "What if you don't come back?"

Li Shiyi put the cards in his hand upright and smiled softly: "That probably means that I'm not that important."

A Yin's heart skipped a beat because of these words, as if being rolled over by a cactus, she felt pains and pains. She couldn't tell why it hurt her. Maybe she never thought that such a lonely expression would come one day. It would appear on Li Shiyi's face, with the eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes, like the flaws on the thin-bodied porcelain, making it uncomfortable.

For another three or two days, Li Shiyi ate and slept well. He read and practiced calligraphy. As usual, he went out every afternoon to stroll the streets for half a day.

At first, Ayin felt distressed for her once or twice. Seeing that she was in a good mood every day, she suspected that the words on the card table that night were a dream.

She reached out and touched a neatly sized wavy bun, and on her arms was a few newly made coats. These coats were still selected by Qian Er and Song Nineteen together, ready for the spring. Wearing, she glanced at the light pink apricot flower gown of nineteen, and felt panic in her heart again.

Before she could sigh, she was stopped by Aunt Zhao who lived on the corner: "Yin Yaomei, buy new clothes?"

The wooden door was wide open, and Aunt Zhao sat on the rattan rocking chair in the yard, with a thick mattress behind her, and a black lacquered windproof cotton hat on her head.

"Yes." A Yin smiled and replied okay.

Wu Nong was soft-spoken, and Aunt Zhao liked it the most, so she found two words and said, "When is your sister Li Yaomei coming today? You are asking, I'll go out if it's too late. Chen Mazi's house kills pigs and serves wine. ."

Aunt Zhao has a strong accent and always refers to "la" as "old".

"What? What?"

She raised her eyebrows, thinking that the name "Li Yaomei" was a little funny.

Aunt Zhao said "Yeah": "You don't know? She has been here every day for the past two days, and she moved a stool to learn to outflank with me."

It is strange to say that the girl of the Li family is the most intelligent, but she has learned this little work for three or two days, as if she wants to keep improving. The packaged hand was not brought back, but was left in Zhao's shop.

"Chaoshou?" A Yin was stunned.

Aunt Zhao's son opened a small noodle shop on the street. Song Nineteen loved his chaoshou, saying that the skin was thin and the filling was big, like a round ingot.

When she said this, her cheeks were bulging small. A Yin handed her the silk and laughed at her: "Isn't it a money fan? Can ingots enter your stomach?"

Song Nineteen retracted his hands and held his face, and denied it with a smile: "I'm not a fan of money. If you want to be a fan, you'll just be a fan of Eleven."

A Yin returned to her senses, and her smile disappeared all of a sudden, she was very stiff and ugly. Unconsciously grasping Song Nineteen's gown, he turned the cold sleeves over and over again.

She couldn't imagine what words Li Shiyi, who never liked to deal with, opened the scene with when he said he wanted to learn to outflank hands.

Did he slightly droop his neck, put the dough in the center of his palm, and gently wrap his unspoken expectations in his mouth.

Aunt Zhao, who loves gossip, would ask her, who is so fond of eating this gadget that she let her come to learn it.

And will she say Song Nineteen's name

A Yin said goodbye to Aunt Zhao, walked back slowly, looked up in front of the courtyard, and saw Li Shiyi, who was about to go out, standing in the setting sun, Gu Qing's face didn't even show the unexpected surprise. This face was familiar and familiar, and his eyes lowered slowly, falling onto A Yin's gown of pale pink apricot blossoms between his arms.

The water glass in her hand had its lid open, and there was no trace of heat lingering around.

Only then did A Yin know that some people's love is not noisy or noisy, and even lost, they are as quiet as a cup of warm water in her hand.