Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

After saying goodbye to Arrow, Li Yixi and the others rested in the house for three or two days. In the past, Song Nineteen was full of enthusiasm every time he left for him. This time I don’t know if it was lazy or what it was. He thanked the guests behind closed doors, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Not to mention that I was fainted with Li Shichen every day. Sister-in-law Tu held her stomach up to invite her to dinner, but she also said in a daze, “Leave your head outside.” There was no movement.

Li Shiyi didn’t know if he was a cheap lady or he had some thoughts beside him. In short, he was worried. The word “Jing” was written in half, and the hook was cut in half. It looked crooked, and couldn’t stand at all. .

She rubbed the paper, and went to bed with her hands clean.

In the early morning of the second day, a three-folded letter was stuffed in the crack of the door, and Li Shixi pulled it out. It was a thin gold body of Song 19 Xinxi, with only a few words written on it-come to my room, it’s important ,important.

With a move of Li Shiyi’s throat, he folded the letter paper as it was, and put **** and one pinch into his cuffs. He was going to have breakfast. After thinking about it, he moved forward to Song Nineteen’s room.

In the Song Nineteen House, there was noisy surrounding a table. The youngest Tu and Ayin were waiting early, looking confused. Seeing Li Shiyi, the youngest Tu took the melon seeds on the table to her. The other end pushed and quacked.

After a while, Song Nineteen came out from inside, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost, and he seemed to have been traced by Cono Dai, and even the red blood was covered with white eyes. She tugged at the corners of the wrinkled clothes, tried to make herself look more energetic, sat in front of the three of them, took a short breath, and said, “I invite you to come today because I am dying.”

“You’re going to die.” Tu’s youngest boy nodded with a knack.

Before Ayin’s “tsk” came out, Tu’s youngest member was shocked as if he had been electrocuted: “Huh? Are you going to die?”

After a few days of psychological development, Song Nineteen was already very indifferent. She didn’t look at Li Shiyi’s frowning brows, but took a deep breath, and murmured as she had previously rehearsed: “I really can’t do it. I originally wanted to stop the hour, but if you guys freeze too, I What does it feel like to be alone.”

She bowed her head and twisted her clothes, her small nose fluttered like a bubbling fish. She swallowed the sorrow of her nasal cavity astringently, and then she adjusted her emotions and raised her head, and confessed to the dumbfounded youngest Tu: “The name of the youngest Tuo. I think about it. Your name is Tu Sanping, and his name is Tu Sishun. After going out, you will know that it is your son.”

She blushed, biting her lip and said: “If you think it’s good, you can use it, all as a thought, and it’s not in vain that I have a good time with you.”

“Use, use.” Tu’s youngest boy was speechless, and his words were uncomfortable.

Song Jiu was relieved, and turned his head to Ayin again, but when Li Shiyi Liangliang opened his mouth: “What’s the matter?”

Her voice was dumb and dumb, and it sounded a little more attractively magnetic. She was waiting for an unnoticeable anxiety. That anxiety was so mutually exclusive with her temperament that Ah Yin raised her wrists. head.

Li Shiyi’s heart made people feel—sexy.

She pressed the base of her palm against her chin and moved her eyes to look at Song Jiu. Seeing her sadly said, “That erroneous beast is ferocious. When I saw that I didn’t have a mouth on my body, I was careless. I didn’t expect it to be an internal injury.” She was a little annoyed. Faced with Li Shiyi’s worried expression, he weakened his voice again: “In the past two days, I have faintly bleed, and I can’t stop it.”

She pursed her lips, tears flashing in her eyes. She was not very afraid of death, but only confessed to Li Shiyi. She had not kissed me or me yet, so she was going to go so unclearly, she was a little sad at all.

A Yin was anxious, and poked his head around to look at her: “Where is the bleeding? You vomited?”

Li Shiyi’s face turned pale, and his fingers on the table shrank slightly.

Looking at Ah Yin, Song Nineteen shook his head, stopped his hand at the corner of his clothes, hooked his head, and cast his eyes down on his lower abdomen.

Ayin was startled, opened his mouth slightly, and glanced at Li Shiyi with a subtle expression.

Li Shiyi’s retracted fingertips flattened back, and his face replied with light and wind, and his bright eyes lightly glanced at Song Jiu calmly and calmly, and then said to the youngest monk Zhang Er, who was confused: “get out.”

“Me?” Youngest Tu stared, pointing to the tip of his nose.

Ayin kicked him under the table: “Go!”

The youngest Tu was in pain, clutching his calf and turning his head one step at a time, and left the place.

After Tu’s youngest member closed the door, Li Shiyi cleared his throat slightly, and dropped his slender eyelashes. He didn’t look at Song Jiu, he just looked at the tabletop indifferently, but the words were thrown at her: “You used to be, from Never before?”

Song Jiu shook his head and saw that she didn’t look at herself, and added another hurriedly: “No.”

Li Shiyi thought for a while. She should have been one year old a day ago. After this period of time, Fang slowed down soon, and her body adapted to the natural age of the moon and the day, and then there was the tidal ups and downs.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Song Jiu, and asked her, “Does it hurt?”

Song Nineteen said: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Li Shiyi was relieved a little bit, and asked her again: “You usually only read the scriptures and historical records, and you did the same with Ayin, right?”

Song Nineteen was shocked, thinking she was going to go alone in a hurry, and was about to calculate the general ledger. He was busy trying to cover up the matter of private sharing with Ayin, and hurriedly waved his hand: “No…”

Li Shiyi glanced at her, stood up and smiled at Ayin, who was bending over and said, “Find some medical books for her.”

She would say again, Ayin slumped on the table, raised his face and blocked the conversation: “I have the moon cloth, and I will also charge her if she is cold.”

Li Shiyi closed his mouth, did not look at Song Shiji, who was stunned again, sighed and said goodbye.

Outside, the youngest Tu was still squatting in the courtyard. Seeing Li Shiyi hiding the door and entering the house without a word, his doubts arose, and the center of gravity changed again.

In the early morning of the second day, everyone packed their bags as scheduled. Yanshan is connected to Beiping and Chengde. It is counted as the outskirts of the Forty-Nine City. The youngest child waits for the mother-in-law in the house, but Sister Tu eats and sleeps her. If the youngest Tu does not follow, she is really sorry, if the youngest Tu is not allowed to help, she will never dare to stay.

Li Shiyi had no choice but to answer it.

The foreign car hired early was parked in the alley, and Song Jiu ran out of it just before departure. After only a night of steadfastness, he regained his red face and vigorous spirit, as light as a flying bird. It’s just that she was not embarrassed to look at Li Shiyi, and buried her head in the car with her burden.

She always wanted to be with Li Shiyi, but now she volunteered to go to the passenger seat, Tu Yaoyao sat in the back row, and looked at Li Shiyi who was silent, and looked at the man who checked his nails. Yin, glanced at Song Jiu, who was concentrating on the scenery outside the window. He was so embarrassed for a while, he moved his **** and hummed a little tune inadvertently.

As soon as he said a few words, he heard Ayin’s spirits, clutching his chest and asking him: “What do you do!”

“Sing, sing a song.” Tu Laoyao shook his legs. He wanted to sing a song when he was embarrassed. He was born with a problem.

Ayin rolled his eyelids: “The sound of killing pigs is actually more graceful than your song.”

Song Nineteen smiled in front of him, and Ah Yin came over and teased her: “Xiao Nineteen, you hum a tune. Just that one, I taught you a few days ago.”

Song Jiu was a little embarrassed, and because Li Shixi was behind him, he was not too generous. He bit his lower lip before humming the lyrics from the end of his nose.

“The temples are like a knife cut, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. If you don’t dress up, I’m afraid my mother will guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half crooked.”

The title of this poem is “Half of the Child”, written by Wang Heqing, and it is about the appearance of a boudoir girl who wants to see her sweetheart, sitting and dressing herself in a mirror. Yun’s temple flower forehead, the just right girl is beautiful enough, but the golden hairpin on the other end is inserted crookedly due to the rippling thoughts, loosely carrying her hair bun, like a girl’s unbearable sentiment.

Song Nineteen’s voice was sweet and not well versed in world affairs, with light and heavy noises, rising and falling as the wheels were swaying, and the friction was louder, so that you would not be able to hear her slightly trembling tail, but it was just such a natural hum. , Shuttle among the noisy fireworks, as if the gurgling stream is accompanied by the evening drum and the morning bell, which makes the spirit platform clear and bright.

With a smile on the corner of Ayin’s mouth, he leaned a thoughtful look on the car window, looking at the front with his eyes, but it didn’t seem to be looking at the front.

She had sung this song to Li Shiyi before. Her voice was gorgeous and lamenting, and it was better to put it in the kiln. The benefactors like to hear this, with some sorrow in the tactful, as if sister Yao also has a deep affection, entrusting them to them in a vacant way, making them feel melancholy of love and difficulty.

Men are the most clumsy animals in the world. They act like Jianliang’s family and find love in the kiln.

Ayin smiled, Yu Guang glanced at Li Shiyi looking at her thoughtfully, then turned his head to look ahead. It turns out that Li Shiyi, who listened to tunes, was also different. When listening to the former Ayin sing, she laughed, and when she listened to the later Ayin sing, she was worried.

But there has never been a time like listening to Song Jiu. The shadow of the eyelashes concealed the serious look, and the smile was faint. Song Jiu’s voice was high, her eyelashes trembled, and Song Jiu’s voice was low. At once, her brow furrowed.

She wanted to break her head before she wanted to understand that the thing that was trapped in Li Shiyi’s nose at this moment was called Chenxi, and Li Shiyi’s look like this was called hope.

In troubled times, crying is easy, laughing is easy, living with hope is not easy.

The author has something to say:

1. The first time I came to the moon, I thought that I was going to die because of my friend’s personal experience. I have also read posts on the Internet. Many people have such experiences, so please don’t laugh at me. Education is very important. (Smiles) 2. Cha Qichang, “Inscription on Mulan Temple”: “The girls are left with beautiful names, and the spring breeze once blew every year.”