Chunping's tender fingernails scratched at Song Nineteen's palm, but her face was still expressionless, not even cute, she just bit her lip and looked at her, not planning to say another word.
Song Nineteen felt a lot of stubbornness in her faint brows and raised eyebrows. Through the thin little man, he seemed to have seen Li Shiyi, who was rambunctious and reluctant to speak.
She considered herself to be very lucky. The gods gave her a bohemian spirit, and when she was reincarnated, she was also well protected by Li Shiyi.
Thinking about it carefully, the biggest sin she suffered was nothing more than the love she once asked for Li Shiyi and could not get it.
However, now that she has Li Shiyi, she can no longer be complete.
People are always like this. If they are too complete, they will easily panic, fearing that happiness will lead to misfortune, and that they will cause trouble. Some people turn panic into hypocrisy of worrying about gains and losses, while others turn it into compassion and compassion for others.
Song Nineteen is the latter. Wanting to build up the blessings bigger, bigger, and indestructible enough, becomes an excuse to convince yourself that you can enjoy the beauty of the world with peace of mind. Love makes Zhongshan Zhulong, who is irresistible to gods and Buddhas, born with fear and awe, and becomes no different from Chen Mazi's daughter-in-law who burns incense and asks for a child.
On the contrary, Chunping wanted to make the sudden blessing smaller and smaller, so that she could calmly think that she deserved it, and she would not be too reluctant to slip away.
Song Nineteen sighed inaudibly and took Chunping's hand to continue shopping.
Chunping held her own little desire, and smelled the aroma of meat at the steamed bun shop, the aroma of wine at the side of the restaurant, and finally the aroma of rouge in front of the powder shop. The excitement in her heart never showed on her face, her eyes were blank and curious, and the palm of Song Nineteen was sweating slightly.
The frostbite is itchy again, but it is not uncomfortable, because my heart is also itchy.
I bought a new coat of red-bottomed pink cuckoo, took a crowded tram, and packed a few cakes for dinner. .
The group went back to the house to cook lively, but Chunping had a fever in a daze, her ill health was menacing, her face was red and her eyes were chaotic, and her calf kept cramping. Song Nineteenth National Congress paled in shock, so he hurriedly placed her on the bed, wrapped her in a thick quilt, and needed five more money to ask for a doctor.
The doctor came to check her pulse and rolled her eyelids again, but she couldn't find any pulse, so he prescribed two medicines for pneumonia.
The aroma of the rice in the kitchen was replaced by the herbs, and the stove boiled loudly. Several people frantically tossed around for a while, poured a few bowls of medicine, and wiped her dry palms and feet with a towel. In the second half of the night, the heat in Chunping's head subsided a little, and she fell asleep in a dizzy, dizzy sleep, her wet hair clumps around her neck.
Song Nineteen leaned on the bed and hugged her, wiping the sweat for her. There was a slight sound of flipping a book behind her ears. She turned her head and saw Li Shiyi sitting at the table with the lights in profile.
She was a little sleepy, her fingers propped up her forehead, she opened her eyelids lazily, and twitched her delicate nose.
Song Nineteen suddenly gave birth to infinite warmth in her small movements. This warmth is a dim yellow oil lamp, a book that has been twisted out of burrs, a hot little person she is hugging, and even more tired but still waiting. Her Li Shiyi.
Everything that is unsteady has become down-to-earth, everything that floats in the sky begins to take root, and the nine adults who are father and mother begin to want a child, on a special night in a special year.
But such an idea was only a second longer than the sound of an oil lamp exploding, so short that it couldn't be a proposal.
The unexpected motherhood in his chest was born a little long. Song Nineteen patted the soft bedding lightly, and suddenly asked Li Shiyi, "Look at me and her, do you look like you and me before?"
Li Shiyi turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows in surprise, his slightly red eyes rolled on Song Nineteen's tender hands, and he smiled without saying a word.
"What?" Song Nineteen tilted his head and asked her.
Li Shiyi shook his head. When did she and Song Nineteen have such a peaceful relationship with a mother and a son of filial piety
If she sorts out her relationship with Song Nineteen, she will naturally find that she has never regarded Song Nineteen as a child. Except for the care of food, clothing, housing and transportation, she and her thoughts have always been equal. From the beginning of "Do you want to applaud?" "If you have the ability, learn to read" to Song Nineteen holding the steamed buns and slowly giving her a look - Mr. Tu teasing you.
In her heart, she is a little monster of unknown origin, a cub who has never awakened, but never a child.
That's why he was able to take her to heart without any hesitation in the future and become her only companion. This "unique" is incomparable in the world, and naturally there is no way to resemble it.
Song Nineteen understood what she meant, and curled his lips into a faint smile. Seeing that Chunping was fast asleep, she lowered her voice and said, "I washed her hair today, and there are a lot of lice on her head."
Before Li Shiyi could speak, she said again: "It's just... none of them are alive, all of them are dead."
Li Shiyi's brows twitched, and Song Jiujin pondered in a low voice, "I heard that the lice will jump out if a person dies, but I have never seen the host be so good, but the lice are completely wiped out."
Li Shiyi lowered his eyes and said he knew, and when Song Shijiu got up and tucked the quilt, the two returned to the house together.
Chunping's fever came and went quickly, and she was in good spirits the next morning. Although his face was still a little pale, under the background of the red jacket, it was also a little festive. She ate a bowl of scallion oil noodles mixed with five coins, but she stopped wiping it with her sleeve, grabbed the handkerchief Song Nineteen had pinned to her front, and smeared it around her lips, imitating Song Nineteen.
After eating, she was bored, and sat on the sofa again to dig her hands. There was a few teenagers chasing and laughing in the alley. She walked over slowly and lay on the window to watch. The young students looked like a few books were exposed in the cloth bags on their backs, and Chunping's eyes jumped up and down following the books.
There was a crackling noise from the yard at the other end, which set the whole silent yard on fire. Chunping heard someone calling her, so she ran over to open the door. The smell of sulfur filled her nose. She squinted to see that A Yin was wearing The fur-collared coat stood in the yard, took off the sheepskin gloves, the cloud-shaped hair curls piled up with a beautiful smile, and waved to her: "Chunping! Come!"
Seeing Chunping dawdling, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, led it to the center of the yard, shoved the lit incense into her hand, pointed at the cannonball on the ground, and said, "Looking at the Chinese New Year, you Also fire two cannons to get rid of bad luck!"
Chunping glanced at her like a cat, then looked at the incense in her hand, frowned slightly, shook her head, handed the incense back to A Yin, and turned her head back to the house.
A Yin held the incense, the smell of smoke lingered into her nose, she sneezed a little, and whispered: "I don't know where the girl came from, she is more boring than when Li Shiyi was a child, but she Nineteen likes it, I can't see cuteness at all."
Aro sat far away, not knowing whether he heard or not.
Ayin squatted down again, ordered a cannonball, stood up and said to herself, "How fun it is to shoot a cannon, all the girls in the neighborhood like it, I bought it out of hand, but she dislikes it."
She was intrigued by the gun battle and looked at the corners of her mouth.
There was a crisp sound, red paper flying, and the chickens at the entrance of the courtyard clucked and jumped. A Yin was also frightened a little, and stepped back, but did not hear the next sound of firecrackers.
Her auricle was covered by a pair of hands, very gentle, causing her body to drip into the man's arms like bone water.
She bit her lip and looked at Aro, her smile half-fading, and the incense stick in her hand was thrown far away.
It turns out that people never grow up. For example, A Yin is always inspired by irregular sounds, such as firecrackers when he was a child, such as the heartbeat of the person behind him when he is covering his ears.
At night, the firecrackers soared into the sky and became twinkling stars. Chunping took a shower, wiped her hair and went downstairs, but found that the hall was dark and no one was around. She panicked and walked down step by step, holding on to the handrail.
"Squeak--" With a sound, the old wooden plank was bent over and grinned in protest.
Chunping was stunned by this movement, her shiny eyes widened. She began to tremble. The overwhelming fear when she was hidden in the water tank came with the darkness. She breathed carefully with a calm chest. It was so quiet at that time. The small water tank isolated everything. The old shoemaker's wife saw With her hair that she hadn't hidden, she immediately threw a fire over it and set it on fire, and then ran desperately in the opposite direction, scolding as she ran, saying, "You bastards, it's your ability to catch up with the old lady!" After that, she couldn't hear anything. There was a "hum" in her ear, and she could only hear the sound of her bones shaking with fear.
She doesn't like fireworks, cannonballs, anything that explodes with the smell of sulphur. It always made her vomit.
She squeezed the armrest tightly and was about to turn around, but there was a little bit of light in front of her. She turned her head, and a picture of light and shadow drifted from the screen window, wandering in the empty hall. The young general standing on a white horse, the concubine and fairy who lit the lamp every month, the dense landscape, and the vigorous tiger all turned into shadows cut by the warm light, spinning and spreading in the deserted room.
She took two steps and looked down. There was a revolving lantern in the center of the hall, and the fairy candle made the image on the lantern come alive, dyeing her eyes colorful.
This is a beautiful and illusory painting, like a fairy tale that only happens in the mother's mouth, which can strangely comfort children who are afraid of the dark night and walk into sweet dreams.
In the flash of light, she saw a long shadow standing up beside the revolving lantern. The silhouette of the man was more delicate than any other image, the eyelashes were hanging coldly, and the match that had just been lit by Xianyin Candle was in his hand.
The match turned and turned in her hand, which was more attractive than the revolving lantern. Li Shiyi just turned around, smiled in the lamp shadow, and said, "If you want to play, come here."
If you don't eat, that's fine; if you want to play, come here—she always speaks like this, even the word order hasn't changed. But Chunping always felt that this young lady who didn't talk much could always hit the longing in her heart just right, as if a hand was gently pushing her back.
So she walked over, crouched down beside the revolving lantern, glanced at the candlelight, and then looked up at the reflected shadow.
The first time she took the initiative to speak, she asked, "Will the old shoemaker's daughter-in-law become light, or is it Xingzi?"
Ordinary people ask for comfort, and the answer they get is usually yes, but Li Shiyi only whispered: "I don't know."
She didn't even know who the old shoemaker was.
Chunping looked up at her, her sparse eyelashes blinked, and when she blinked for the fifth time, she pulled her pursed mouth to the sides, revealing an unskilled smile. Li Shiyi looked down at her, snorted, and returned a reassuring smile.
Chunping didn't speak any more, just stared at the changing lantern quietly. Li Shiyi left the lantern to her and walked back quietly.
After walking a few steps on the stairs, they reached the corner of the moonlit shadow, but suddenly smelled a faint cold fragrance. The cool fingers grabbed Li Shiyi's wrist and led her into the shadow of the corner.
The person who came couldn't help but put Li Shiyi against the wall, sticking his bumpy figure against Li Shiyi's chest, buckled her wrist, and then bit the red mole on her neck.
The body, smell, and even the smell of rouge in his mouth were all too familiar. Li Shiyi wasn't even surprised. His body judged the situation much faster than his mind, and raised his other hand to hold the back of Song Nineteen's head.
Song Nineteen's breathing was rampant, biting her hard, and a sour vinegar smell came out of the gap between his lips and teeth, like an annoyed little beast.
The little beast raised its brows like its horns, its upper and lower teeth rubbed Li Shiyi's skin again, and swept his feet into the wild. Finally, he stretched out the tip of his tongue with a soothing hook before releasing Li Shiyi's red neck. .
Before Li Shiyi lifted her eyelids, her eyebrows were pressed against Song Nineteen's forehead again. She didn't want Li Shiyi to see her expression, so she lowered her eyes and pursed the corners of her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Li Shiyi's words were lighter than the entangled breath.
Song Nineteen bit the inner wall of his lip, and lightly rubbed Li Shiyi's forehead back and forth. After a while, he released the wrist he was holding and said softly, "You have never done this lamp for me."
Her grievance was very naive, contrary to her decent upbringing. She hesitated for a long time before finally remembering that she was a divine beast. What kind of upbringing does a divine beast need
She only needs Li Shiyi.
Her curled eyelashes trembled, and with her delicate lips, even the hard-hearted person softened their temper, not to mention that Li Shiyi handed her a surrender letter long ago.
So Li Shiyi said warmly, "Who said that the revolving lanterns are only for her to see?"
Wrapping her hands around Song Nineteen's waist, she backed her neck, pulled a not too far distance, warmed Song Nineteen with her eyes, and then put her lips on the plump rouge in front of her.
"But this, just for you."