The second hand twitched and burrowed into Song Nineteen's ear, as if urging, causing her mouth to become a kind of pressure.
She looked at Li Shiyi, and it was still a thin bamboo stick in the breeze and the moon. Whether it is Taishan Fujun or Mr. Coffin, in fact, she has always been so good-looking, how did you think she was like a witch? She can't remember much.
She followed her step-by-step, like being put into a conformity cover. Only at this moment, she felt that the stereotyped clock ran into her mind, the second hand and the hour hand that were stacked in one place separated, and a "boom" sounded, like some kind of mournful sound at the end.
Her curled eyelashes, like the hands of a watch, tangled together and separated decisively. She asked Li Shiyi, "Why?"
He seemed to be asking why he was sending Chunping back, and he seemed to be asking Li Shiyi why it was different from what she thought.
Li Shiyi lowered her head, not knowing whether she was tall or habitually avoiding it, she always hid her emotional eyes in the shadows, and paused for a while before saying, "Everything lives and dies, and it has its own timing, I taught it before. you."
People's destiny plate, like this conscientious pointer, the gears turn out of the rules in perfect harmony, no one can be diligently fast for a second, or lazily drag a second.
The palms of Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi were sweating slightly, and their voices were flat and straightforward: "Send her back, send her back to the chaos of war?"
Li Shiyi saw Song Shijiu's eyes, and said to her in a warm voice: "She doesn't belong here. You see, she can't see strangers, and every time she burns, it's a backlash. If you want to stay, she will There will be more in the future.”
"I can protect her." Song Nineteen swallowed and looked down at the photo.
She was not used to arguing with Li Shiyi, her heart seemed to be scratched back and forth by a frosted stone, and she was dull and uninterested.
"There is still a future," Li Shiyi explained, "the sudden disappearance of the living people after more than ten years will inevitably disrupt all the fate books that have intersected with her. Measured consequences."
"Is there anything worse than war?" Song Nineteen asked back, "The flames are raging in the sky, the people are struggling to live, the world is in purgatory, and the souls are ruined."
"Even if the order of life is messed up, how do you know whether the mess is good or bad?"
Li Shiyi closed his eyes, slightly tilted his head to look at her, the coldness that could not be hidden in his eyes spread out, making the sweat in Song Jiujin's palms dry quickly.
is bad, she knows.
Song Nineteen woke up like a dream, and standing in front of her was the Master of All Souls, who was in charge of the book of life and death, calmly making Song Nineteen's stubbornness a naive joke.
Song Nineteen gave birth to an indescribable illusion, as if the one who confronted her at the moment was not an equal and gentle lover, but Ling Heng, who used to be obsessed with lanterns and hit the bridge without looking at her.
She finally remembered why she hated Lingheng in the first place. What she hated was not her terrified face, but her high and inhumane attitude, like a stubborn piece of ice, clinging to rigid dogma. , to teach others what "should" is.
She doesn't want to be disturbed, she doesn't want to be broken, and she doesn't want to make any exceptions, so she just wants it.
She is the most rebellious candle dragon in the world. Her huge body nourishes her boundless heart. Wherever her heart wants to fall, it will fall.
In the past, she put her heart in Li Shiyi's hands and let her play with it, but this did not mean surrender, it did not mean obedience, but she was willing.
Song Nineteen raised his wrist, raised his eyelids and looked at Li Shiyi. For the first time, he asked her in disbelief, "Is war also a timing and a rule?"
She didn't need Li Shiyi's answer, she shook her head to herself, pulled out her hand, leaned on the table, and told her some memories that Li Shiyi had not yet remembered: "In the past, if there were monsters in Zhongshan, I would eat them. With three or two ghosts in your Taishan Prefecture, your Taishan Prefecture will be crowded with soldiers, and the flags of the souls of the army will be raised everywhere. It is so majestic. I can't imagine that now it is really sad and hot. The little girl can't either."
"It's really useless to say that." There was a rare sneer at the corner of her mouth, and she stared at Li Shiyi with burning eyes.
Li Shiyi looked back at her calmly, without even being offended.
She wasn't Ling Heng after all, and she couldn't empathize with Song Nineteen's ridicule. What made her frown was Song Nineteen's unfamiliar expression, and the disappointment in her eyes was bright, which made the estrangement between her and her clear.
She wanted to reach out and pull her, but Song Nineteen's little finger moved and curled into a small fist.
Li Shiyi's heart was stabbed a little sharply, causing her to hold her hand unconsciously, but she still patiently said in a slightly hoarse and gentle voice, "It's a rule."
Song Nineteen was choked, and she was speechless for a while, before returning to her after a while: "If all things follow the rules, then what is the meaning of one's life?"
"If fate is determined by heaven, then there is no need for medical treatment for the pain, and no need to add clothes for freezing. You have been hungry and cold, and you have experienced extreme danger. I ask you, why do you work hard to survive when life and death are on the line? Go to the tomb and open the coffin to earn three dollars Son, what is it for?"
Isn't it for a glimmer of hope to change fate, isn't it for the spirit of fighting for a man to conquer the sky
Before she could finish her words, Li Shiyi seemed to fully understand. She stared at her for a while, then shook her head and said, "Unlike what you think, rules are not constraints, but they are precisely the scales that measure the meaning of life."
Li Shiyi seldom said so much, but she really wanted Song Jiujiu to understand.
"Man is born destined to die, but he never ceases to hope for life. When there is death, life is precious, and when there is aging, one knows how to live up to youth. Flowers bloom and fade, the sun rises and sets, springs, summers, autumns, and winters, and the four seasons turn. Timing is the rules, but not withering, but vitality."
"If everyone is sheltered, there is no life and death in the world, all souls are free from cold and hunger, and love and hate can be eliminated, I don't need to earn three more money and two sons, but I can't feel the desire for food and clothing."
She stared at Song Nineteen: "I wouldn't stand in front of you like this, wanting to hold your hand."
There was infinite warmth in her thin shoulders. For the first time, she opened herself to Song Nineteen sincerely and unreservedly. Song Nineteen's disorganized heart was twitching lightly, full of thumping desire. Her rebellion was easily suppressed by Li Shiyi, like the former Hunce army who pressed down the realm, riding a horse on Feihua in Zhongshan.
Song Nineteen silently closed the door and sat in the corridor for a while. The alley is full of lanterns, and the whole small building is so quiet that you can hear needles falling. A Luo and A Yin rested. The chickens in the yard were fed with five coins and fell asleep. Song Nineteen hugged his knees and suddenly realized why he wanted to hold Chunping firmly.
Since her awakening, she has often felt that she is out of place here. Aro has an unclear attitude towards her, and the five money is neither cold nor hot. Ayin has a childhood friendship with Li Shiyi, so he is naturally more intimate than her, and the friendship of the people around him All belonged to Li Shiyi, and he was just an accessory.
This friendship will treat her preferentially because of Li Shiyi, and will not hesitate to take action against her when she may hurt Li Shiyi.
Without Li Shiyi's love, she would be no different from that little foreigner.
Thinking of Chunping, I don't know how she is feeling now. Song Nineteen stood up, went to the kitchen to heat a bowl of hot milk, and brought it to the second-floor room.
Chunping was sitting on the bed, washing her feet with hot water, holding a volume of books in her hand. She could only recognize ten characters on it, but she always wanted to get acquainted with them.
Seeing Song Nineteen, she put down the book, tugged at the corner of her mouth and smiled, blinking her eyes before laughing, like a cat.
Song Nineteen handed the bowl up and said, "Drink it while it's hot, and you can sleep well after drinking it."
She wanted to touch her hair, but didn't move, just turned around and sat aside.
Chunping held a bowl half the size of her face and gulps her drink. Her esophagus was hot and the soles of her feet were hot. Her little face turned pink, and even the emotions in her eyes warmed up.
She stopped after three or two sips, with a circle of milk stains hanging above her lips, and rubbed the frostbite on her hands on her pants.
The frostbite was so itchy, Song Nineteen knew, but Chunping was always like this. She didn't like to talk about the pain.
The sadness came very suddenly, and it was faster than the milk pouring into the stomach. Song Nineteen leaned down and supported his forehead with the base of his palm, but Chunping's bare feet in the barrel happened to be in his eyes.
The scars on the foot are crisscrossed, and there is hardly a good piece of skin to be found. The blisters are swollen and frayed. They stick to the top of the head and stick to the blood scab. There are thick calluses on the heel. on the girl.
The middle finger of the right foot seemed to be broken, and it was curled up in a deformed posture.
It was just a small toe that had not yet grown, but it looked like the words "powerless" that overwhelmed Song Nineteen.
Song Nineteen blankly wiped his face, stared at the feet, and asked Chunping softly, "What was that year like?"
Chunping lowered her head and looked at the hot milk without speaking.
Song Nineteen's throat filled with sourness, paused for three or two seconds, moistened his lower lip, and asked, "It took a lot of effort to run out, didn't it?"
Only then did Chunping sniff, her eyes blushed easily, and after a while she smoothed out her words: "I didn't think much about it when I ran."
"A-sheng and I ran together. After running for two miles, I realized that there was a hole in my stomach and my intestines came out."
She said in a nasal voice, "You don't know you're afraid until you come out."
Song Nineteen didn't ask who Ah Sheng was, and didn't want to ask any more. There was no pain in Chunping's tone, only the numbness of the rest of her life, and I'm afraid there was a little bit of gratitude for meeting Song Nineteen.
Song Nineteen buried his face in his palm, and after a while, he raised his head and reached out to tuck Chunping's hair behind his ears.
She said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep and don't think about it."