Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

“Since the past has passed, just think about the future. How do we get out?” Ayin clapped the residue on his hands.

At the end of her speech, she dangled her chin, so she could look at Xia Ji in time. Xia Ji mourned: “I’ve been in this painting for thousands of years, and it’s so easy for someone to come, so how can I not keep guests?”

Ayin disliked her twisty appearance, and sneered: “You have seen the magic spell just now. Although this painting can’t kill you, there are ways to torture you. Simply write a few charms. You burn it three times a day, and grandma will see if you hurt first, or let’s starve to death first.”

The youngest Tu also thought in a rush: “She loves beauty, so it’s better to tie her up and set up a mirror in front of her to chill her to death.”

“Wonderful!” Ah Yin came to the spirit, and clapped his hands, “This method is really—”

She smiled at the smug face of the youngest Tu’s youngest member, and said with a smile: “You must not be able to do it anymore, my maiden.”

However, Li Shiyi said, “In your words, the painting was made by Qu Wu and you in the same period.”

Xia Ji didn’t know, so she cut her silently and said, “Exactly.”

“Then, why are you crying above?” Li Shiyi raised his eyes, pursing his lips and looking at her.

Xia Ji was shocked. Seeing Li Shixi patted the bottom of her clothes, she stood up, walked to her, and asked, “If you intend to retaliate, you should be happy. What is it that you can’t regret…?”

The Xia Ji in the painting was supposed to be smiling, but the grievances that had been condensed for several years turned out to be sad.

“Sorrowful?” Xia Ji drooped her eyelids as if they were twisted in water, and folded them three or four layers as if they were covered up.

Li Shiyi raised his hand, and a fixed charm was attached to her forehead: “Ayin, Tangu.”

Nan Mogu, North asked the coffin. For the purpose of asking the coffin, in the coffin to gather spirits, please answer the question. The Mogu is divided into three explorations, one knows the ghost, the second is the birth and death, and the third is the last sentence that is not uttered when the lamp is extinguished.

The dying eye can see the soul; the lingering language can communicate yin and yang.

Ayin chuckled, stood up, stretched out her hand to hook Xia Ji’s tail finger, and embedded her fingers one by one, and lifted her fingers up, and then passed her left hand through her body, the index finger was the same as the ring finger. The tail and lungs went up, reaching the Tianzhu bone, tapping twice. She knocked, smiled flatteringly, the relaxation of the tiger’s mouth was as sultry as her breathing, stroking her shoulders, and then rubbing it in the middle of her chest and Tianshu, and finally lifted her fingers and stretched her chin and thumbs. He pressed his lips against his ears, and said softly: “If you have not said everything, talk to grandma.”

Her tone was like singing, and her slightly closed eyes rose and fell along with her breathing. The youngest Tu’s eyes widened. Seeing that Xia Ji’s eyelids tremble violently, she was panicked as if she was locked in her soul, with floating flesh on her cheeks. Rebelliously ups and downs, and finally gathered all the tremors on his lips, chanting a few words like a curse.

Ayin let go of her with satisfaction, the handkerchief soaked with sweat on her forehead, he slumped on the stool and raised her eyebrows at Li Shiyi.

The youngest Tu Yao put his hands on the table, leaned over most of the table, and asked her curiously: “What are your housekeeping skills?”

Ayin nodded: “What?”

The youngest member Tu smiled embarrassedly, Ah Yin frowned and asked, only listening to the youngest member Tu frowning and saying: “This Mogu is the original virtue, or are you following your ideals, hehe, have you played some?”

Ayin threw a silk over, and seeing Li Shixi looking at her, he stopped arguing with Tu’s youngest member, only stretched out **** and said: “Two characters, suffix pay.”

Li Shiyi lifted his hand and took off the anchoring talisman, and asked Xia Ji: “Shuxin?”

Xia Ji loosened her muscles and bones as if she was released for a long time, and almost collapsed to the ground. Li Shiyi stretched out her hand to help her back slightly. She stood on the root of the wall, and her long back arched up like a tortoise, and was beaten back. The untimely girl in the body was expelled as it was.

“Send pay, pay pay…” Three stars are in the sky to plan for pay. Tonight evening, see this good man.

“When I was about to die, it was him.” Xia Ji coughed hoarsely, his chest hissing.

“Who is he?” The youngest Tu Yao couldn’t bear to see her like this.

Xia Ji leaned against the wall with her head full of luxuriant hair, rubbing her rustling sound, itching as if she had combed her hair back then, she said: “When I was young, I was rather inconspicuous. My elders and sisters hated me. There is no need to please me, only pay. He is a servant who makes fire, and even his name is a bundle of firewood.”

“He sang songs with me, copied my paintings, combed my hair, and gave me peach branches.” She didn’t say any more, but others read a lot from her eyes. That peach branch was probably the “have not grown hair yet” in her mouth. Love”.

“What a hypocritical thing,” Ayin said, “I originally had the true person who doesn’t love the skin, but he just threw it away and changed his skin. When I got the skin, I started to recite my sincerity.”

Tu Yaoyao agreed: “Affectionate.”

Song Shiji was greedy with the unpeeled peanuts in Ah Yin’s hand. Li Shiyi glanced twice, took it, and peeled it up for her without saying a word.

Xia Ji looked at Ah Yin with reddish eyes horizontally. She was about to attack, but listened to Ah Yin with a smile: “Don’t worry, listen to me carefully.”

“If I were you, why should I be so attached to this picture scroll? Naturally, I have to enter the underworld as soon as possible and reincarnate. You have not yet completed the fate of the salary, and you deserve to be married for one lifetime, but you are obsessed with this, people and ghosts have different paths for thousands of years. Is it stupid?”

Xia Ji’s eyes stirred, and even Tu Yaoyao was stunned by it. Li Shiyi curled up the corners of his lips and concentrated on feeding Song 19 to eat fruit.

Ayin said again: “Look at you. You were a decent princess during your lifetime. Now she has a good destiny and doesn’t want it, but she is surrounded by people day and night with the man next to her. What’s the matter with my sister-in-law? respectively?”

Song Nineteen opened his mouth and bit a peanut and chewed it.

“Your lover—what’s your name, Shuxin? You may have a reincarnation for a few lives, and you will meet another lover. You suffer in this painting, what about him? My wife and children are hot on the bed.”

“Wife and child are hot on the kang head.” Song Jiu talked and stared at Li Shi’s peanut peeling fingers.

A Yin laughed out loud and raised his eyebrows at Song Jiu approvingly.

Li Shiyi lifted his eyelids and glanced at two people, one large and one small, put the peanuts down, brushed off the dregs on his hands, and raised his head to Xia Ji and said, “Reincarnate.”

Her tone was very gentle, and there was an unquestionable oppression faintly, she heard Xia Ji stunned strictly, as if the soul was drawn out of her body, pinched to the front, and a stick was erected against the heavenly spirit cover, just waiting Knock hard.

She finally said: “Everyone, close your eyes, mother-in-law, I should rest.”

Tick ​​Tick Tick is the sound of condensation falling from the bricks and tiles, the coolness of the ground burrows from the bottom of the feet, the heart-biting uncomfortable, there is still the long singing of the troupe in the ear, like an echo, After swinging out from the distance, the surroundings returned to the deadly tranquility. For example, in the picture scroll, it is not like the world.

The thigh was hugged by a ball of warm glutinous rice. Li Shiyi opened her eyes, but it was pitch black as far as she could see. The candle that had been lit earlier was burned out. She bent over to hold Song Shiji’s hand and heard Tu The youngest yelled: “Ah!”

“Your uncle! What are you screaming at?!” A Yin was stunned and patted his chest several times, as if to follow the voice and twist him.

The youngest Tu was silent, fumbled and leaned toward this side, and then touched Li Shiyi’s sleeve, and said, “I’m thinking about it. I can tell if I can listen to it.”

Li Shiyi checked the youngest Tu’s pocket a few times, took out a fire-folder, and ignited it with a sigh, and then he could see what everyone looked like.

It was still in the former tomb, with silk paintings lying under her feet, but after a few days I don’t know, Tu’s youngest boy was alive and hungry and lost weight, Ayin’s bun was messy, the rouge faded clean, and his face looked as if he had been ravaged. of. When he cast his gaze on Song Nineteen, Li Shiyi was clearly stunned.

She has grown to look like four or five years old, with half-length hair over her shoulders, and pointed fingernails scratching her palms, just like the zongzi doll that crawled out of the ground, but the former little coat shrank. It seems to be small, revealing a small round and tender waist.

Li Shiyi gave a low laugh and handed Huo Zhezi to Tu Yaoyao. He took off his coat and wrapped it in Song Jiu, covering her shy belly. As soon as she stood up, she heard Ah Yin raised her voice and cursed: “Wang Ba Laozi! He actually filled us in the grave!”

Seeing that they hadn’t come out for a long time, the housekeeper might feel that the tomb was really evil, so he simply sealed the matter.

She pushed a handful of newly sealed dirt walls and choked her nose. She turned her head and choked a few times, and said to the youngest Tuo: “Fortunately, it’s a mound, take a shovel, dig it!”

Li Shiyi turned his face, picked up the silk painting, rolled it up and held it in his hand.

When he came out of the tomb, it was a sunny sky with the scorching sun. Li Shishi covered Song Shiji’s eyes and squinted himself. It took a long time to get used to it before regaining his sight.

The group of people walked down the mountain road, Ayin glanced at the painting in Li Shiyi’s hand, and suddenly smiled: “Even if we are buried, we are only treated as dead. It’s better to take this painting away and sell it. Price.”

Tu Laoyao said: “Aren’t you afraid that he will come back to the door?”

“The appearance of Master Wu is not a few days away.” Ayin laughed and asked Li Eleven: “Eleven, you say, OK?”

Li Shiyi motioned the youngest Tu to put the painting in the box and nodded.

“good.”

The author has something to say:

“The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Preparation”: Three stars are in the sky. Tonight evening, see this good man.