Li Shiyi led Song Shijiu back to the house, brought a pot of hot water from the small stove, filled her with a cup of Lu'an tea, and prepared face wash water with just the right temperature.
Song Nineteen took the towel that Li Shiyi twisted, buried his face in the hot and humid water vapor, took a deep breath, and heard Li Shiyi packing up his books.
Li Shiyi picked up the scattered letterheads, neatly arranged them, and clipped them into the book cover. The sound of the letterheads seemed to carry the fragrance of ink, which could comfort the returnees who were tired from the journey.
Only then did Song Nineteen finally have the feeling of "coming back". It was concretely embodied in Li Shiyi's movements, and it dispelled her drifting feeling for years.
Turning another page, she heard Li Shiyi ask, "Since you remembered it, what did Zhu Yan say?"
Song Nineteen put the handkerchief on the wooden shelf, turned around and leaned on the side, with his hands on his sides, blinking: "Think about it carefully, it's not bad to be a pig."
"The current situation is chaotic, and food and meat are soaring, so it's not cheap."
She said it seriously, but the smile in her eyes was very sly, and she even raised her eyebrows slowly, looking into Li Shiyi's eyes.
Li Shiyi let go of his pursed mouth, shook his head and laughed.
She finally smiled, calm and clear, still like the most romantic Yunshu Yunjuan in Song Nineteen's heart. Song Nineteen looked at her quietly, walked to the table, and sat opposite her, with a hot cup of tea in the center, she put her arms up to look at her through the fragrance of the tea, and said, "You were scared before I spoke. "
It uses a declarative sentence and does not need Li Shiyi to answer.
Then came the question: "What are you afraid of?"
The tea fragrance smudged Li Shiyi's eyebrows into wetness, like a fruit being sipped tenderly and sweetly, Song Shijiu moistened his lower lip, not realizing how sexy his actions were.
She just hooked her eyes and said slowly: "I just have a memory. Is it possible that tomorrow you will not want me if you have a memory?"
Her voice was still soft and soft, like fruit wine with a mellow taste in her throat. It was sweet when she heard it, and drunk when she heard it again.
Li Shiyi began to feel that there was a late temptation that slowly began.
But what the person on the opposite side said was serious, she said in a low voice, "You've been worried, it's my turn."
I don't know if Ling Heng, who looked down on her in the past, had the slightest gentleness of Li Eleven when he spoke.
Song Nineteen lowered his head and drew a circle with his index finger along the teacup: "I've decided."
"Today I am with you without any grudges. In the future, if you hesitate even a little bit, you will not hold back against me, and you will feel ashamed."
"This is a scheming you never taught me, and I only use it against you."
She bit her lip, her eyes twinkling, half naive, half arrogant, half Li Shiyi's beloved little girl, and half looter who wanted to revive when she returned.
What she wants to plunder is Li Shiyi's unreserved love, which is now the first clear-cut war drum.
The war drum beat in Li Shiyi's heart, and it was like a prelude to the arrival of spring rain. The sky was rolling with thunder, and then there would be pattering rain.
It will be overwhelming, and it will nourish every soul that desires.
Li Shiyi said, "Yes, I'm afraid."
When Song Nineteen opened her eyes, she was afraid, afraid that the person in front of her would no longer be the same as before. Henggongyu said that she was afraid when her love was revealed, because she was afraid that there would be absurd causes for the love that she did not know.
When Ah Luo talked about Meng Po Tang, she was afraid, afraid that there were unforgettable memories in the past that Song Nineteen had forgotten.
She thought of countless possibilities to torture herself, but she didn't.
She was not lucky since she was a child. When her mother sold her to her master, she only said that she was learning a craft. It took her about a month to realize that what her parents said was false.
Relying on each other with her master, she read and practiced tactics. The first time she opened the coffin and found the golden skewers on the bones, she was so scared that her calf trembled, and only then did she know what she was eating on weekdays. It is the meal of the dead, the meal of the dead that damages the yin and virtue and is condemned by heaven.
Afterwards, every time she survived nine deaths, she had prepared for the worst. If she could save her life, she would be considered lucky.
And Song Nineteen told her that the word "lucky" is not just as small as "survive", it can be very big, it can be more and more.
Every time she crawled out of the dead, she looked at Song Nineteen with the same eyes as seeing the sun again. It was the most fragile one, and the hardest one.
Song Nineteen was disturbed by her gaze. She lowered her voice and said softly, "The memories of the past are memories, so isn't the memory of our acquaintances not memories? Who said it has to be weighed on the scale? I'm not."
"The world is changing, and the mind is full of thoughts. If the me of the past is not the me of this moment, will the me of tomorrow be the me of today? The me of this hour, or the me of the next hour?"
"Which one is me in your heart?"
"You used to say that there are various things yesterday, such as death yesterday, and various things today, such as being born today. You are the most transparent and the most intelligent, but why are you now looking forward and backward, fearful?"
She threw several questions in a row, causing Li Shiyi's brows to frown slightly. She was speechless again, vaguely remembering that this was the third time. The last time, she asked herself why she couldn't like her, and the last time, it seemed that in a bustling but empty street, there was an angry young man who raised his chin to argue with her about Zhu Yan's guilt.
Song Nineteen then shut his mouth tenderly, and after a while he said, "Look."
"In the past and present, you can't tell me."
"I can't beat you in this life and my previous life."
"So some things are mostly predestined. And those that can be changed at will, it doesn't matter if you think about it."
The tea soup cooled and the heat dissipated, and Song Nineteen's face was clear and translucent, flickering in the candlelight.
"There's something insignificant that I want to change right now," she said.
Li Shiyi groaned in his heart, and had a subtle premonition, as if someone was pulling the tip of her heart and gently tugging, and the next second he gently stroked her.
Song Nineteen reached out to her and pursed his lips: "Come here."
Li Shiyi hesitated for a moment, walked up to her, and was grabbed by her wrist and sat sideways on Song Shiji's legs.
Song Shijiu circled her, watching Li Shiyi raise an eyebrow suspiciously, and then brought his fragrant lips close to the red mole on Li Shiyi's neck.
She rubbed the tip of her nose, her voice so low as if she was murmuring, "I want you."
I want Eleven, I want Ling Heng.
She moved a little distance, her eyes were pink, and she looked at Li Shiyi with such a drunken look, and asked her, "Are you okay?"
Li Shiyi's breathing was a little confused for a moment, but she only hid the reserved Yunxia behind her ears, her face was still cold, she stared at Song Shijiu from top to bottom, and put her right hand on her back.
"And then what?" she asked.
"Then, I ask you to sin." Song Nineteen grabbed Li Shiyi's hand.
"How to ask?" Li Shiyi's eyes were about to melt.
"Let's pick it up."
The most beautiful love words are called desire, and the three words spoken are wanting you.
I want you when you write, want you when you draw, want you when you wake up, want you before going to bed, want to occupy your entire body and time, want to be the superior of your emotions, and the worshiper of your thoughts.
She wanted to ask Li Shiyi in all the shameful poses she had imagined and dared not to imagine.
The seal that has never been given before will also be engraved in the warmest moisture in a different way.
She will have a hearty love with her, and then have a long and wonderful dream.