Lire les restes (Wen Guan) - Chapitre 107

Song Nineteen had a long dream.

In her dream, she played cards with Ah Yin, Ah Luo, Tu Lao Yao, and the cards table clashed, and Ah Yin took a bite of melon seeds. She peeked at Ah Luo to return to God, not to say that he didn’t pay attention to regret the cards, Tu Yao Yao sat down. Après un certain temps, I felt uncomfortable. I thought of getting up and squatting on the stool. Ah Yin scolded him for squatting too high to take a peek, and the two began to fight each other.

Li Shiyi passed by, put a cup of warm water to Song Shiji’s bed, bowed his head and said to her, “Don’t sit for too long.”

Song Jiu held that warm water, like holding Li Shi’s warm heart.

After holding it for a while, the water became Zhongshan’s hot spring again. She was naked in the hot spring bath. She had drunk alcohol before, her cheeks flushed, her hair dripping dripping with water, she was lying on the poolside with her arm lying on her back. Asked Sichun’s Yushi concubine: “You mean tempted? What is tempted?”

Affection, Qu'est-ce que c'est?

It is the willow leaves that hook when the wind comes, the lingering tile eaves when the rain clears, the temperature that Li Shiyi’s hands feel when pouring water, the opposite side of Ayin, Guazir’s always to Aro, and Tuo Yaoying. Sister-in-law Tu shouted, put down the card and slipped over.

Plus tard, I will make remorselessly.

The youngest Tuo always loves to make up for it. Hey, he shrank his neck twice, saying I’m sorry, Je suis désolé, ne t'inquiète pas pour ça.

Song Nineteen clenched his hand so white, his other hand was firmly grasping the wrist of the person in front of the bed, son visage était rouge, his eyelids trembled, and his lips were trembling. One sentence: “Pardon.”

Repeatedly, trembling, making people tremble at the first hearing.

Après un certain temps, elle s'est arrêtée. When she opened her eyes, she was calm. She didn’t even stare at the top of the bed for a while. She turned her head and faced the people in the room.

It is still Douding’s yard, still the bed she and Li Shiyi live in. There are some cracks in the wall, showing corn-like faults inside. The room has the smell of forage. It is adjusted by the winter air, and it is quite irritating. The tables, chairs and cabinets were all very torn, and they creaked when they moved, but there was a girl standing in the center, making tea with her neck hanging down.

At the moment when Song 19 saw her clearly, she stretched her brows in surprise. She was wearing the old wide black robe, thick cloth shoes, and a long soft hair pulled to one side. She had a clear soup on her face and a little decoration. Non, both hands are very clean, if it weren’t for the slender fingers of the sun, there is nothing incompatible with this room.

Song Jiu moisturized her lips and wanted to call her, but she didn’t know what to call her head. She was dressed the same as the former Li Xiu, but Song Jiu couldn’t nest in Lingheng like last night. In her arms, she called her tearfully: “Eleventh.”

She began to feel embarrassed, only because she realized that whether it was Lingheng or eleven, she still liked the person in front of her so much, and she did not weaken it at all.

À cause de ce, she couldn’t act like she was always coquettish and foolish. She was not sure that after such a catastrophe, Li Shiyi, who had returned to her spiritual consciousness, would still want her.

She is no longer the unruly and lawless girl she used to be, she has made a mistake.

The person in front of him turned his head and saw Song Jiu looking at her, put the teapot down, held the tea cup and handed it to her, et dit chaleureusement: “I’m awake.”

Song Nineteen sat up, and a small movement hurt her to breathe in cold air. She moved her body slowly, took the tea and held it in her hand. Après un certain temps, she held her right shoulder gently. One towering, I realized that all the broken bones were picked up. She glanced at the person next to the bed and asked in a low voice, “How many days have it been?”

“Seven days.” The two words made their lips and teeth fragrant.

“Xiaodouding and them…”

“D'accord.” Two more words, the aftertaste is long.

“je…” Song Jiu lowered his head.

But she heard a very soft voice lift her chin: “You call me.”

Song Jiu looked at her with wet eyes, blinked weakly twice, moisturizing his pale lips.

The girl reflected in her eyes tilted her head and looked at her tenderly.

“Eleven.” Her eyes flashed like a light, and she unconsciously twisted a quilt on her hand. Just because the two characters had just fallen, Li Eleven by the bed hooked her finger and placed it in her palm. Knead gently.

From the fingertips, to the joints, and then to the numb base of the palm, she awakened her fingers inch by inch, and avoided the wound on her head with great detail.

This action used to be done in the snake cave, when Li Shixi knew her identity for the first time, but now she does it again, like a reminder that she doesn’t have to resort to words.

The clothes she deliberately changed, the name she wanted, and her skillful movements all touched Song Jiu’s memory, all told her–n'aie pas peur.

Song Nineteen’s heart was so weak because of her behavior for a moment, his throat was choked with a sore nose, and he bit his lower lip and bowed his head silently.

Yu Guangli Li Shiyi seemed to hold the corner of his mouth, et dit doucement: “It’s a good call.”

Before Song Jiu returned to her senses, she pulled out a long strip of object behind herself, spread out Song Jiu’s five fingers with the other hand, and placed the object in her palm.

Coupled with her words just now, it sounds like a reward that fits her mind.

Song Nineteen looked carefully. It was a fan, the same size as she used to use, but it was slightly heavier. The fan was the same as Zhongshan’s dawn, but the umbrella bones were changed. The former mysterious iron frame is now It was replaced by a wooden material, dark and lacquered, with a faintly old light, she reached out and touched it, and there was a little blood inside, and the top and bottom of each root were engraved with small dragon scales.

She glanced at the dragon scales, then at Li Shiyi, and felt that she was indeed coaxed.

The dragon scales were clearly carved from the hands of Li Shiyi, which means it is so subtle, as if an adult embroidered a small name on a sweat towel for a young child.

She glanced at Li Shiyi again, and Li Shiyi looked at her with only warm eyes, but the corners of her mouth were tucked, as if waiting for her evaluation.

Song Nineteen suddenly had a wonderful intuition, and felt that this unspoken girl, and the indifferent and alienated goddess in her bones, were using unskilled tricks to comfort her at the same time.

Or in other words, redeem her.

So Song Nineteen touched and touched the little dragon scales, and his teeth bit and bit the tender meat on the inner wall of the mouth. Après un certain temps, he asked her carefully, “Qu'est-ce que c'est?”

“Jiaolong’s right claw.”

When it was cut down, it was only half a person long, and after a few spells, it became extremely small. Li Shixi took out the finest metacarpal bones in it, and remade this small floating fan for her.

Song Jiu raised a small breath, wanted to say something, but he wanted to say something but stopped. She fainted that day and didn’t know how the dragon claws stayed. À l'origine, she wanted to ask a question or two. When she thought of Tu’s youngest boy, she couldn’t take interest in anything.

Her eyes were foggy, and she finally hid the unspeakable story, and she caged her original radiance into a solitary lamp covered with stars and moon.

Li Shiyi didn’t comfort her anymore, only pursed his lips and said to her: “If you smile.”

Song Nineteen looked at her sideways.

Usually the word “Ruo” followed by “bun” ou “juste” in the second half of the sentence, but Li Shiyi didn’t take it any further, and just took the corner of his mouth lightly, and led her with his eyes.

Song Jiu let go of his biting lower lip, staring at her in a daze, and as she moved the corners of her mouth, a slightly ugly smile appeared.

She was a little upset, even at this time, she still obeyed Li Shiyi’s words, encore plus alors.

Li Shiyi’s hand gently lifted, touched her chin, et murmura, “I saw it.”

Song Nineteen was lost, mais pas stupide, staring at her face vigilantly, for fear of missing a clue.

pourtant, seeing Li Shixi smiled and knocked on the Shentu order on his waist, there was a beeping sound outside the door.

It was crackling, pounding and pounding, without any education at all.

Song Nineteen’s heart was upset by the knock on the door, as if it was put in a frying pan, no matter what fruits and vegetables were stir-fried, the fire from time to time made her dizzy and even hard to avoid. The black smoke made Song Jiu cough slightly.

Song Jiu looked at Li Shixi as if asking for help, as if waiting for her to deny, but in her transparent eyes, guessing ran away. It’s not Xiaodouding, Xiaodouding is not so high, it’s not Chunping, Chunping doesn’t have such strength, and he’s not a villager. There’s no reason, Song Jiu knows.

She pulled Li Shiyi’s sleeve, and was about to say something, but couldn’t wait for the door, she opened herself with a “pop”, and first came in with a basin of clothes, with her face hidden behind the clothes, and said recklessly: “Se réveiller. N'est-ce pas? What to eat? Can you eat smashed noodles? Tangyuan is also ready. Knock for a long time without calling the door open. Isn’t it silly?”

“Little nineteen?” What magnified in front was a big pancake-like face. The sky was full and round, and there were some acne pits on the cheeks. A lock of bangs hit the eyebrows and was blown up by him. Hanging to the base of his ears, he grinned with a grin.

The cooking smoke choked into his eyes, and Song Nineteen looked at Tu’s youngest smiling face, tears rolled down his throat when he moved his throat.

She cried helplessly and silently, and her expression was dull, as if she was looking at a painting called the youngest Tu Yao through the glass.

“Stupide.” Tu Laoyao retracted his smiling face, and said to Li Shixi anxiously.

Li Shiyi tilted his head slightly to signal him to go out, and then leaned down next to Song Shiji, held her on his shoulder, patted her lightly, et dit, “Cette fois, it is the left claw of the dragon.”

The youngest Tu was originally related to Shen Tu Ling and was not part of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so it would not be difficult to leave his soul behind.

She made up a ghost bone for Tu’s youngest child with another dragon claw, so that he can return to the world with a physical body, but it is a ghost, every day at night, he must return to the gods to rest, otherwise the spirit will become weaker and weaker. .

After listening to what she said, Song Jiu was stunned, but did not reveal any ecstatic descriptions. She was still a little overwhelmed and still a little dizzy. It was because she had so truly realized what loss is the first time. Once lost and recovered.

It turned out that the sense of loss was not because the youngest Tu’s hardened his tongue and died, but just two words—if.

If she hadn’t acted aggressively at the beginning, if she hadn’t been fooling around, if everything hadn’t happened, Tu’s youngest person would not have become such a human and ghost.

And regaining the loss is not the youngest Tu’s opening his eyes and taking a step, it’s just two words-stupid.

C'était aussi une rurale qui était au vent et au soleil tous les jours, she looked at the black green under Li Shiyi’s eyes from her wet eyelashes, thinking about how she carefully carved the scales on the fan bones when she was in a coma, and how she would paint the old with stitches and stitches. Yao’s ghost bones were sewn together. What she sewed was not Tu’s youngest, but her own fault. After she got into a catastrophe, she blocked her regrets in her mouth like sending two handy objects.

She heard Li Shiyi touch her hair, et dit doucement: “The youngest Tu Yao has been confused for half his life, he was smart once in the end.”

Although he gave up a physical body, he saved Li Shiyi and Song Shiji, and he knew that Ling Heng had the ability to save him.

She remembered that when the youngest Tuo opened her eyes for the first time, she smiled and said to her, “Mon Seigneur, I am a ghost, and you will be your brother from Taishan Mansion in the future. Take care.”

She asked him what he wanted.

He plucked his eyelids and said, “Can you let me keep my mother-in-law with the same four?”

He thought it over, and went back to his wife and said that he took the elixir of life. His wife was stupid, and he believed everything he said. Sinon, how could he be smitten by his poor second-rate son?

After this life, the woman died, and he returned to Taishan Mansion, guarding Li Shiyi and Song Shiji.

De cette façon, it is very beautiful. The rest is almost details.

Li Shiyi thought about this and smiled slightly.

She heard Song Jiu’s nose sniffing softly on her shoulders, which eased her mind and awoke her head. She suddenly exclaimed a hot air: “Your spells are so high.”

It turned out that even A Yao and Jiaolong must be afraid of three points, donc… “Alors…” She hesitated to speak.

She heard Wen Wen, the person above, a ri et a dit, “Puis, I didn’t have to fight with you for so long back then.”

Chanson 19 leva la tête, his heart pounding: “Que veux-tu dire?”

“Think of it myself.”