Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Song Jiu suddenly understood that in his relationship with Li Shiyi, there was never a need to argue about right or wrong. All she wanted was that Li Shiyi cared about her. Just as at the beginning, it was never Li Shiyi’s attitude about right and wrong that made her difficult to fight, but her phrase “emotional use.”

But now, Li Shiyi’s “Yes” has eliminated her previous grievances, made her lighten her bones and softened her heart. She has truly become a crouching snake, willingly clinging to her and kissing her. .

She is such an unreasonable girl, such an inexperienced girl. The advantages of straightforwardness are not worth her willingness, and both good and bad black and white are not as good as she likes.

She stared at Li Shiyi’s eyebrows earnestly, thinking carefully about why she liked her so much.

Is it because her eyebrows resemble green mountains and her eyes resemble lakes, or because her skin resembles the snow entwined by clouds of Changbai Mountain, and her lips resemble honey fruits covered with dew in the mountains and forests.

She bit the honey fruit and felt nothing like it. There was no fruit that was more delicious, more flavourful, and even more fascinating than Li Shiyi.

The entanglement aura gradually warmed up, and the hand that tamed the little beast explored everywhere. The bare shoulder blades descended along the spine, fiddled with the jade beads to count the bumps of her spine inch by inch. This is the pillar of her birth and support her. Etiquette, rules and thoughts.

Further down, there is a waist as smooth as the rim of the bowl, and the delicate skin gradually becomes rough, connected with layers of scales. When Li Shixi touched the scales, her waist trembled, like a fish caught in a wave. Pushed to the shore.

The fish ran aground, his lips closed and he was very thirsty. Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi were entangled with each other, their scales joined together, and they were extremely thirsty.

Li Shiyi’s hands gently and meticulously stroked her scales, and even her nails accidentally touched the tender flesh under her scales, but her face did not show any curiosity about her real body. She didn’t look down, just use her hands. Slowly stroked, eyes firmly hooked on Song Jiu, but it seemed to look at her from the inside out.

Song Jiu was so sensational that he could not resist, his tail trembled and trembled, rubbing an intolerable mark on the ground.

This is her return to the natural nature of the beast, releasing her instinct, wildness and rebelliousness.

No matter what kind of form, she can’t evade the control and enlightenment of these two hands, urging her love desire, in an unstoppable posture of gods and Buddhas.

She finally returned to the mountains, the messy heartbeat was green frog belly, the dripping sweat was dripping through the stone, her thoughts were the stars in the sky, clearly extinct, unpredictable, dense, dense and scattered.

On the other hand, Li Shiyi’s hand is the deep and splendid Tianhe, an orderly in chaos, a gathering in fragments, a certainty in unpredictability, and a possibility in impossible.

She called her shortly and dumbly: “Eleven, eleven.”

Song Jiu suddenly realized his long hidden selfishness.

Xiao Douding called her “Eleventh Sister”, Chunping called her “Eleventh Sister”, and since she was conscious, she only called her “Eleventh”.

It was a premonition that was inadvertently destined to call her so obsessively and softly today.

If there is no etiquette from the beginning, there will be no excuses to blame Meng Lang in the future.

Early in the morning of the second day, the youngest Tuo made a good meal and invited a few girls out to eat noodles. Li Shiyi answered the door, and the youngest Tuo turned to another room. Just as soon as he raised his hand, he had a fight with Chunping who opened the door. Face to face.

Chunping always got up early, and was used to living with Song XIX. She didn’t cover her for a while, and saw Tu Laoyao. She was not soberly stunned, and then she held her face with her hands and covered her lips and nose tightly. Reality.

“You can’t see me.” She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling in anxiety.

“I saw it.” Tu Yaoyao denied.

Chunping opened her eyes, and hurriedly closed again, muttering something in her mouth: “You didn’t see me clearly.”

The youngest Tu was amused: “I didn’t see it clearly, with double eyelids, sharp eyebrows, ingot nose and chick mouth, they look like a mouse.”

His metaphors have always been blind, thinking about what to use, and after talking, it feels a little strange.

Chunping didn’t pay attention to this, and only covered her face with annoyance. This Old Uncle Tu looked duller than the old rusty knife, but his eyes turned quickly.

So she put her hand down and didn’t struggle anymore, and only said to the youngest Tu Yao: “I am not here. Sister Nineteen asked me not to show my face to others.”

“I saw it, what can I do?” Tu Yaoyao didn’t understand, “Are you going to kill me?”

According to the story in the book, the Jiang Yang thief showed his face, and that must be to kill his mouth.

But his cold breath only took half a breath, and he looked at this little girl suspiciously. She was as weak as a jerk, and could he wipe her out of Grandpa?

Chunping only glanced at him sadly, shook her head and muffled her face.

The talents had just gathered, Xiao Douding ran quickly with his shoes, and Song XIX had been wormed yesterday. He regained some energy, panting around the table, and eagerly guarding the bowl of noodle soup.

“Why did you get up early in the morning to make noodles?” Li Shiyi’s nasal voice was glutinous.

Song Nineteen coughed, and his nasal sound was waxy.

“Thirty today.” Tu Laoyao laughed “hehe” and gave everyone a bashful smile.

This is still his daughter-in-law’s ancestral craft, minced tofu, pickles, and meat foam, put a piece of lard and fry it until fragrant, add a few eggs, simmer in the hot water, and stir the thick soup with glutinous rice flour. , That is called a salty fragrance. Although there is a shortage of meat and lard today, he made a simple one, which is lively.

The youngest Tu said that everyone remembered that it was New Year’s Eve, and they did not spend a few days away from home. In addition, the village had been sick for a few months and the people were very small, the firecrackers were not prepared, and the Spring Festival couplets were not posted.

Life is still short, who will celebrate the New Year?

Xiaodou Ding was holding the noodles without holding the chopsticks. First, he licked the soup on his head, squinted and took a sip, and then said to the youngest Tu Yao: “Uncle Tu, you have to be a firecracker!”

This kid, who didn’t see him for a while, the youngest Tu laughed at him: “You are so stubborn.”

Xiaodouding shook his head: “My dad said that the firecracker is to drive the Nian beast. You made the firecracker, and I took it to the village and ran around, and frightened the epidemic beast. Maybe I was scared to death.”

“You carry it and run.” Tu Yaoyao scared him, “It’s hard to say that the epidemic beast, you were killed first.”

Xiaodouding was not afraid at all, lowered his head for a moment, and said, “If I die, I will die, and the third uncle and aunt will be alive.”

Li Shiji’s chopsticks stopped, and Song Shijiu asked him: “Why?”

Xiaodouding said: “The third uncle is a good man. He dug the new well in the village. A good man should not die.”

“I’m not good, I have burned bird eggs.”

Song Jiu was startled, raised his hand and touched his head.

The excitement lasted only half a day, and at night, the moon became lonely again. Tu Laoyao really made a “firecracker” for Xiaodou Ding. He chopped a few sections of bamboo, punched a hole in the center, and threaded it into a string with hemp rope. It was tied to his waist. As soon as he ran, the bamboo tube smashed on the ground. , It’s quite a bit of firecrackers.

Xiaodouding was overjoyed. He ran wildly while pulling the bamboo tube. He walked around the house and ran to the cold street. He ran and shouted to drive the beasts from house to house.

The sound of “Wow” gradually faded away, Tu Laoyao gradually pulled back his spiritual consciousness, and Tong Chunping sat by the patio, watching the star guarding the year. He didn’t have melon seeds or beans in his hand. He was a little uncomfortable, just beating his calf indiscriminately, and didn’t know who he was asking: “What are you saying Sishun is doing?”

“You said Grandma Yin and the silly Yan Wang, didn’t you eat dumplings?”

No one answered him, only Chunping leaned her head on the corridor, and touched her forehead, and then touched her forehead.

Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi came out of the house and changed into cyan long clothes and trousers, and under the moon shadow, they showed the character of ink. Song Shiji put his hair aside, and Li Shiyi tied a high ponytail abnormally.

The Fuguang Xuan iron fan turned in Song Shiji’s hands, and Li Shiyi slowly put his gloves on with empty hands.

The two confessed a few words to the youngest Tu, and they were about to go out. Before reaching the threshold, Chunping who heard behind shouted: “Sister Nineteen.”

Song Nineteen looked back at her.

Chunping glanced at the youngest Tu, and pressed her face again. She wanted to ask Song Nineteen. She met the youngest Tu this morning. The youngest Tu was not from the Chongqing mansion. She met him behind her. But why didn’t the fever start.

She kept her thoughts in mind, and did not speak for a long time. When she looked up again, she saw Song Jiu smile comfortably and said, “Go back and talk.”