"Fart!" Ah Yin couldn't hold back, breaking the stunned air first.
Chunping was so frightened that her shoulders shrank, her pupils did not retreat at all, her eyelids twitched, and she stared at her with extreme restraint.
A Yin regained her senses in her eyes, her sternum shrank rapidly, she lowered her voice and frowned, "If you think about it carefully, maybe you're too confused, it took this year to barely reach the fifteenth year of the Republic of China. Will it be eaten next year?"
She asked, "President Sun passed away at the beginning of the year, do you remember?"
Chunping swallowed her saliva, her eyes flickered nervously, she glanced at Song Nineteen, who frowned, and said softly, "Mr. Sun has been gone since he can remember."
Her bright eyes were like fog, and she stared at everyone suspiciously and vaguely. The huge panic made her dizzy, and she needed to hold the uneven wood under the table tightly in order to grasp a little sense of reality.
In her bewildered eyes, there are the quiet silhouettes of Li Shiyi, Song Shijiu, and Aro, like fishermen dangling on the sea, looking at the silent reef in the lonely light. And A Yin is a merman with a sharp voice, which makes the hazy bewitching go a step further.
Her head was suddenly dizzy, and she almost fainted under the shocked expressions of everyone. Chunping took a deep breath and suppressed her uneasiness, so that Ah Yin's babbling quick words recaptured her chaotic thoughts.
A Yin raised her legs with a "hiss" and looked at her sideways. Seeing that her bloodless expression really didn't seem like a fake, she put the curved index finger to her lips, bit it unconsciously, put it down again, and took the finger. His stomach rubbed his lip folds back and forth, and asked Aro: "Did Chunping go wrong with this bare vagina, or are we?"
Before Ah Luo could speak, she suddenly remembered something and shook her head in denial: "The wonton stall on the street, and Chen Mazi who slaughtered pigs are all what they used to be. We must have never touched them."
She knocked on the kraft paper envelope on the side again, and said quickly, "The letter from Mr. Tu says that Sishun is not yet old, please go back and watch him catch Zhou."
She came to a conclusion in a few words, and nodded solemnly to Chunping: "You went wrong."
Her logic is very simple. Compared with the same group of people, it is much less difficult for one person to go astray.
"Let's go, what do you mean by leaving your vagina?" Chunping's chin couldn't stop shaking, but her heart gradually changed. Wei Dao Ayin's dress, strange Dao Jieying and Le Changping, strange Dao that the silver coins she saw... It's not an ordinary style.
It is not that he entered Huangquan, but he has returned to the past.
Sawdust got stuck in her fingernails, stuffed up and became the only sense in her body. She was about to open her mouth, but felt that a piece of silk was covering her hand hidden at the bottom of the table. She swept away the debris between her fingers, then wrapped her hand, and took it down gently and yet forcefully.
It wasn't silk, it was Song Nineteen's delicate and boneless hands.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Song Nineteen resting his forehead with his other hand, letting go of his eyebrows, his lips curved, and he said, "So that's how it is."
The tone was indifferent and meaningless, and she didn't take the reason for this chaos to heart. It seemed that it was only worth her three seconds of frowning and two heads, saying that it was so.
She suddenly understood why all the lice on Chunping's head had died. It was because she had turned back time by chance, but the living creatures beside her might not have the ability.
Chunping was very capable, she nodded approvingly with a smile in her eyes.
Chunping didn't know where her compliments came from, but inexplicably made her post a lot, and just now others looked at her with eyes like a homeless bereaved dog, but Song Nineteen's hands folded, Make a small, warm nest.
She involuntarily moved towards Song Nineteen.
A Luo glanced at Li Shiyi, and Ayin also glanced at Li Shiyi, the atmosphere was very subtle, Li Shiyi lowered his head and silent for a while, then raised his eyelids to sweep the table, and asked, "Who washes the dishes today?"
"Me." Wu Qian stood up and rolled up his cuffs unhurriedly.
After seeing Aro hanging his neck and saying nothing else, he started to build up the tableware and chopsticks.
The sound of bone china colliding is too common, and it easily makes bizarre conjectures fall to the ground. After living for hundreds of years, there are many strange things. Wu Qian is not very alarmed, and the big things may not be cold in front of them. The see-through oil flower seeds are difficult to deal with.
He heard the sound of Chunping wearing cloth shoes going upstairs, but he rarely lost his mind while washing. When my mother was sentenced, there were two sentences in the government records - life and death are orderly, don't mess with the time.
He chewed and chewed these words, then lowered his head expressionlessly, and tucked Wu Niang's smile into his calm eyes.
A Luo, who was taking a lunch break, rarely closed his eyes, and A Yin, who was hesitant to speak, also rarely turned over the book. A Luo looked at her sideways. Biting my nails, I don't care that Kodan has only been fresh for a few days.
Ayin flipped through the pages for a while, but still couldn't get the point, so she simply threw the book and shrank barefoot into Aro's arms. The weather was cold, and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in ice balls, so cold that Aro had small chestnuts, but Aro didn't withdraw, he stretched out his arms to embrace her, and his soft soles pressed against her as if stroking.
A Yin put her cheek beside her neck, exhaled coldly, and asked her in a low voice, "You know why it's Chunping, don't you?"
Aro looked down at her, ran his fingers through her hair, played with the ends of her hair, and replied, "You can probably guess."
Ayin looked at her suspiciously, blinking, her eyelashes tickled on Aro's chin.
A Luo's chin closed, as if he was gently swallowing his throat, and his voice was soft and persuasive: "Ah Jiu is the only one here who can work on the time."
Since Song Nineteen came back, she has not yet sorted out her attitude towards her. Now this is not "Nineteen" or "Candle Nine Yin", but "A Jiu" who is not far or near after careful consideration.
"On the day Ah Jiu returned, the lamps were all extinguished, there was no light in the day and night, and the hour greeted its master with its own fluctuations."
Heng male fish can feel the fluctuation, but the next one may not be able to.
"By chance, the disturbed Time Dao brought Chunping back inadvertently, and brought it to the god of Zhongshan."
So Chunping always approached Song Nineteen instinctively, so she was dizzy and burning when she saw strangers. She didn't belong here, but she was forced to stay. Only Song Nineteen could keep her spirit. Also naturally need to avoid the intersection with others.
"Then..." Ah Yin bit her lower lip.
Ah Luo asked softly, "How long can the autumn chrysanthemum in spring, the summer lotus in winter, and the flowers that are out of season?"
Ayin's heart trembled.
Also trembling was Li Shiyi's hand picking up calligraphy and painting in front of the desk. Her auricle moved slightly, and she incorporated all the words separated by a wall into her consciousness. Arrow was speaking to Ayin, and also to Li Shi. One listen.
Her hand twisted the corner of the rice paper in front of her, and she pursed her lips and looked at the words on it.
The four characters "Meeting by chance" in the center are not unfamiliar. The stranger is below, there is a row of crooked, earthworm-like strokes, which describe these four characters.
The handwriting varies in depth, and the first point is not particular about it. Even the inadvertently stained ink points on the side indicate the unfamiliarity of the writer. Li Shiyi looked at the four characters with scattered skeletons, and vaguely saw a little girl taking advantage of it. She was no longer sneaking into the study, so reverent that she dared not come out, and stroke by stroke, she painted the gourd.
Li Shiyi picked up the pen, thought about it, and put it down.
In fact, she didn't finish her words that day.
"We meet by chance, and we are all guests from other places." Li Shiyi showed a slightly unsuccessful smile and sighed.
The door was pushed open, Song Nineteen walked in, his fur collar swept his face like a frozen hibiscus, and when he took off the sheepskin gloves, he patted the chill on his head. Seeing Li Shiyi, she folded her lips and smiled, put the envelope in her hand on the table, lowered her head and pulled out a stack of card-sized paper.
She put a few photos on the table and spread them out to Li Shiyi to see: "Last time I took Chunping to the photo studio to take pictures. Today, I washed them out. Look at them, do they look good?"
Li Shiyi glanced at the photo, Chunping was sitting cramped in the photo, her eyes were slightly panicked, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, and she moved her cheeks very festively. nineteen.
Song Nineteen straddled the armrest of the wooden chair in a relaxed manner, smiling with a spring breeze on his face, and was full of energy.
Li Shiyi's eyes opened and closed slowly, and the pulp of her index finger touched Song Shijiu's shoulder in the photo, and stopped on the hand she and Chunping were shaking.
Her expression was different from before, Song Nineteen sharply restrained a three-pointed smile, his eyes landed on Li Shiyi's finger, and he hooked it up again, still with the corners of his eyes bent, and said, "I'm always thinking, Why does she treat me three points closer than others, and I also see her like the old friend, and I only know today that I have such a fate."
The tone of the sigh was not obvious, and it sounded like a temptation.
Li Shi kept raising his shoulders, took her hand, and clenched it in the palm of his hand, before answering after a while, "Nineteen."
Song Nineteen's gaze froze, looking at her.
The western clock rattled and moved forward like a boat, stirring up the waves on the water.
Listening to the orderly second hand, Li Shiyi intertwined her five fingers with Song Shijiu, and the palms of the two stood together, and her eyes also stood up in a dilemma.
She said to Song Nineteen calmly and gently, "Send her back."
The author says:
"Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng": When we meet by chance, we are all guests from other places.