Reading The Remnants

I want to go for three or two days, but in fact, I don't have to think about it for three or two days. But the squirrel got a chestnut with a big head and must hold it in his arms for two days, and the candle dragon got a long-planned candy, so he would nest in his smile for two days.

She remembered the first time she had an affair with Li Shiyi, when she was hit by the other side's repeated kerchiefs, and was hit by the four words carefully prepared.

Now she was hit by Ling Heng's "no need".

It turned out that it was not "others don't have to intervene", but "I don't have to fight with you for that long".

In fact, she still has a lot of things she didn't understand. For example, did Ling Heng look at her when she was picking a pet from the sky, or she looked at her when she first met in Taishan Mansion, or she looked at her during a fight. . But she was willing to make Ling Heng's mind longer and longer.

She wondered again, did Ling Heng take a fancy to her early, but waited for two to three hundred years, composing Zhu Wei's incident into a small trap, and only waiting for her reckless to break through the door?

Ayin is right, casual guessing between partners can also be regarded as fun.

After staying for another day, he embarked on his way home. Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi and Tu Yao Chunping said goodbye to the people of Hejia Village. The third uncle’s body has been worn down for a long time, but he is still empty. , My aunt caught her sleeves and wiped her tears. She picked out a few dishes that were still oily. She originally caught a chicken, but she was hungry for a long time. So he only took out a few eggs, cooked them, wrapped them in a clean cloth, and stuffed them into the youngest Tu’s bag.

"Girl." She couldn't say goodbye, so she just yelled this one.

She knew that Nineteen was not an ordinary person, and knew that the removal of the epidemic was related to her, but she had no knowledge and was afraid that she could not speak well, so she only squeezed her hands and rubbed them.

Song Nineteen raised her head to look at her. Auntie was crying hard recently, her eyelids were loose and folded for several layers. She looked at her, always feeling blurred, and she felt a moment of panic in her heart.

"Sister Nineteen." Xiao Douding leaned against her aunt, with the outdated "firecrackers" still wrapped around her waist.

This is his only toy and his only weapon.

He felt that he was a small hero. No one knew that he dragged the firecrackers from house to house until he was exhausted and scared the beast back.

But the hero does not need to be said. He never said.

Song nineteen said a few words with them, and then he took Li Shiyi to the entrance of the village. It was very foggy and the snow on the mountain was still creaking on the ground. Fortunately, the sun was shining from behind the snow-capped mountain. When he came out, Song Jiu squinted his eyes.

She looked back with feelings, and the villages with white walls of Mowa still looked as good as ink paintings. The gray villagers squeezed together in silence, and the rustling sound of their jackets rubbed against them. They had no great spirits. , I only stretched my neck, most of whom had no friendship with Nineteen, and they all regarded it as a lively event.

A few women led the children and turned their heads to go to the cooking place.

Xiaodouding ran a few steps, then stopped, and there was a crackling behind him.

Song Jiu turned his head back, nestled on Li Shi's shoulder, holding a little Chunping in his hand.

All of this is a proper farewell, which makes people not to make mistakes.

On the second day, I rested in a nearby village. At noon on the third day, I realized the excitement of some towns, and there were ox carts coming back from the market one after another. The journey was very hard. Several people looked at a simple tea stall from a distance, and then stepped forward to rest.

The tea stall was sparsely populated, and the boss seemed to be a retired village soldier, with a half-bowl-long scar on his forehead, who came up with tea, and chatted with a few gentlemen at the neighboring table.

Tu Laoyao brought a bowl of tea soup, took a few sips, and listened to the words of the neighbors about the student movement in Shanghai, and then went over to listen to a few words. The thin monkey on the right is well-informed, and anyone who speaks can say a few words.

He handed Tu's youngest two beans and asked him, "Where do you come from, brother?"

"Originally it was in Beijing, but now the world is chaotic, so I can settle down everywhere." Tu Yaoyao gritted his teeth, "just came from Hejiacun."

"Hejiacun?" The skinny monkey changed his expression.

Li Shiyi moved his right eyebrow and turned his face to the other side.

"Ah," Tu Youngo looked at his face and smiled, "Hey, the plague, it's getting better."

He wanted to brag about it twice, thinking about it, and shut up again. Although Li Shiyi didn't agree to anything, he was more than five dollars beside Arrow.

So he shook his thighs with his head, and concentrated on peeling the beans.

Seeing that the skinny monkey had a complicated expression, he gave a dry smile, "You too are dead."

Youngest Tu raised his face and heard something wrong: "How do you say?"

"Don't know yet?" The skinny monkey and his companion handed over a color, and slammed the chopsticks on the table, and pulled his mouth down, as if crying, "Avalanche in the past two days, all dead."

He raised his chin and raised his eyebrows, as if afraid after stimulating him: "The whole village."

The fat brother Guo, who was on the opposite side, was then scared, and was a little bit terrified. His eyelids and his face were shaking, and his mouth was as white as a wall putty. He turned his head and looked at Song XIX in a daze.

Song Nineteen crossed Tu Yaoyao and looked behind him, breathing slowly and flatly, picking his chopsticks with his thumb nails, not exerting much force, as if he was tickling.

Chunping was too scared to say anything. Her sullen eyes turned back and forth between Song Shiji and Li Shiyi, but Li Shiyi only pursed her lips, sighed, and asked Song Shiji: "Peanuts, are you still eating peanuts?"

Song Nineteen recovered, and swallowed two or three times with her throat connected, and the fluff behind her ears stood up fiercely. She tried her best to calm her mood. She felt her chest sore and swelled, but her eyebrows were suppressed, only a little inconspicuous. Tears.

She stretched out her chopsticks, shaking a little, put it down again, and then looked up at Li Shiyi.

Li Shisi sat next to her, looking at her with the gaze of an adult.

Song Nineteen lowered his head, thought for a while, and asked her, "You knew it a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Yes." Li Shixi nodded.

This fate is not a plague, it will be something else.

"When did you know?"

"From the time I knew that Ah Luo loved Ah Yin so much, but didn't intervene in her life and death." Li Shixi calmly.

She sighed again: "I told you."

Life and death are in order, don’t mess around with the hour.

"But," Song Jiu glared at her with blinking eyes, "you are still relying on my temper to help me get rid of the epidemic and almost die."

She couldn't tell what the reverberation was in her heart at this moment. In short, it was sour and astringent, but it was both enlightenment and tame.

She felt Li Shiyi stroke her cheek with his eyes, and said to her: "We don't necessarily understand many things from the beginning. There are also many things that are useless from the beginning."

She paused and said softly: "I am willing to accompany you to do useless work."

As long as you finally understand and finally understand, then it's not nothing.

Li Shiyi's final eyes fell on Chunping, his eyelashes slammed lightly, and then his eyes dropped.

Resting in the nearby town at night, the town is extremely small, the inn is also broken, and there is a musty smell in the wooden building, but the boss loves incense, and the smell is even stranger.

Li Shiyi and Song Shiji finished freshening up early, sitting at the table reading a book. When they spread out, they held a few pages of Chunping's calligraphy rice paper. Li Shiyi took it out, thought about it, and suddenly said, "Yes. Have you always taken her with you?"

It wasn't an order, it wasn't a persecution, as if it was just a casual question, if Song Jiu said to take it, she would say "um" and walk with her without asking.

But Song Nineteen hesitated. She looked at the random handwriting and gradually became confused in her eyes.

She asked: "If she goes back, will she still remember us?"

"I don't remember." Li eleven said. And, all the traces she left will disappear.

Song Jiu took out the photo of Tong Chunping and put it on the table, staring at it in a daze.

The door was lightly tapped three times, and Li Shixi tilted his head to respond, but it was Chunping.

She wore a slightly long jacket with cuffs covering her nails, which reminded Li Shishi of Song Shiji, who always wore big clothes when he was young.

"What's the matter?" Li Shiyi's voice was very gentle.

"Can't sleep, just talk." Chun Ping walked in, closed the door cleverly, and took Song Jiu's hand to sit by the table.

Song Nineteen was worried, and even smiled reluctantly.

Seeing her look like this, Chunping blinked her eyes twice and suddenly smiled: "Sister Nineteen, you say, am I smart or not?"

She seldom started talking so proactively, and never asked for any compliments, and Song Jiu was a little bit overwhelmed for a while.

Chunping said to herself: "I think it's smart."

"That day, you went out with Sister Eleven. I originally wanted to tell you that I met Old Uncle Tu, but there was no fever. The next day I understood that Old Uncle Tu is not a human being."

"You and Eleven Sister rescued Hejiacun, but you were so injured that you could not wake up for several days. When we left, I heard that Hejiacun was killed in an avalanche. Then I understood again. My mother used to say that the king called you three. Even more dead, never keep people until the fifth watch. Individuals have their own fate, and they can't escape the first day of the first day of the first year, and can't escape the fifteenth."

"I..." I don't want to stay where I don't belong anymore, and I don't want anyone to take on and take risks for myself.

Chunping raised her head and smiled: "Sister Nineteen, send me back."

Song Jiu had a hunch since she said the first word, but she was still shocked when she heard this. She choked her throat and looked at her, her wet breathing quickly blurred her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and kept it in mind. After the rest of his life, Li Shixi told her to "not cry".

"I have eaten and drank warm these few days, but I have been thinking about that end." Chunping stared at her embroidered shoes.

"On the other end, many, many people are suffering. If I... if I steal a life from one person, they will suffer another day, an hour, and a second."

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with warmth.

Li Shiyi stepped forward and held her shoulders.

Chunping took a couple of sniffles, and when she raised her head, she still tried her best to laugh, and she didn't care whether her laughter was shabby or not. She racked her brains to comfort her words: "I am so lucky, and Nanjing City ran out. Sister Nineteen and Sister Eleven are not ordinary people. After that year, if you remember me and come to Chongqing to find me again, you will be in the temple at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. I don’t remember when you got there. Just ask, you know."

"If I am gone, if I am gone..."

After all, she couldn't help falling off her tears with a "click", then wiped them off very quickly, and said, "If I'm gone, just put up a sign in any mud and write the word Chunping, many years ago. No one has a grave, and if I have one, it's good."

"It's okay to write Chunping," she muttered with teardrops in her tears, "It's okay to write...Pingshui meet."

Song Nineteen took her hand and finally bit her lip and shed tears.

Chunping was taken aback, and awkwardly stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, just like Li Eleven before. After thinking about it, she said, "When I go back, I enter the cycle of reincarnation, and when I reincarnated, I will be able to live well. In the days of the past, there will be no guns, no beatings, food, and books to read. Everyone just laughs when they see it."

"My mother said," she paused, "it's victorious."

The night will end everything, like lawful impermanence. There are always rules in the world, such as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, as the night and light take turns to watch. But there are always things outside the rules that determine whether the day is rainy or sunny, and whether there are stars in the night.

After speaking, Song Jiu sent Chunping back to the room to sleep, and Li Shixi stood at the desk, spreading out the book just now.

There was a cool breeze outside the house, and there was a falling star-like brilliance. This brilliance was not seen by ordinary people, and only fell in the eyes of Li Shiyi.

She stretched out her right hand and pushed the pile of rice paper away in twos or twos. The crooked words "Ping Shui Meet" gradually faded, as if they were carefully erased with an eraser, leaving no trace.

In the photo on the side, there is a cramped but festive girl, wearing a bright red jacket, leaning against Song Jiu.

Her figure gradually blurred, and eventually disappeared, leaving only a lonely space.

Li Shiyi clipped the photo and the paper into the book, folded it and set it aside, and looked up at the gleams of light outside the window.

I don't know how long it took before the door was pushed open. Song Jiu walked in without a word, his eyes were beautiful, his fingers were fragrant, and his long hair fell to the ground.

She used the technique of time, and her hair grew by an inch.

Li Shiyi sat on the side of the bed waiting for her, Song Shiji quietly walked over, nestled on her lap, cheeks resting on the back of hands, leaving her undulating thin back.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, but this well-behaved tummy action seemed to beg Li Shiyi to touch her back.

Li Shiyi grabbed the comb on the side and combed her long hair. Time after time, Song Jiu reminded of the auspicious words of the ancients for marriage—one combed to the end, second combed to the end, and three combed white hair with full eyebrows.

She rubbed her head on Li Shiyi's lower abdomen, and whispered: "I know, she can't live anymore."

"When you met Qin Liangyu on Jinyun Mountain, you told me that General Qin was dead and reincarnated. You said, you checked the residence registry."

"If Chunping lives well after returning, you will tell me. I will send her back joyfully."

"You don't want to lie to me, but you can't bear to tell me."

Li Shiyi still concentrated on combing her hair, and when she uttered all her words, she spoke slowly and gently: "God's inaction is not inaction, fairness is the greatest deed."

The role of God is to guard the greatest fairness and cause and effect in the world.

"Whoever initiates a war and provokes aggression must pay the price. Those who rise up to resist and get more help will eventually usher in the light. After going through the smoke, you can understand the preciousness of peace and pass through death, and you will have the fear of life."

The sun will set, but it will also rise the next day.

People live endlessly because they will never lack the courage to bear the darkness and never abandon the hope of welcoming the sunrise.

Anything that Li Shiyi talks about becomes a truth. Song Jiu liked to listen to Li Shiyi's reasoning.

"Anything else? I still want to hear." Song Jiu asked softly.

"Have."

There are many encounters in the world to make people stay together for a long time, but there are more encounters just to make you say "cherish" seriously when you are parting.

Li Shiji did not say this, but she knew Song Shiji understood it.

So she has more important things to say.

"Do you know why I picked you back then?"

Song Nineteen raised his head, his eyes still red: "Why?"

Li Shiyi smiled faintly: "Because you are warm."

Time was moved forward by these words for a second, from the umbrella that Song Jiu threw down when he embraced the dirty Chunping, to the courtyard where Song Jiu knew he was guarded but still walked back from her. When the stolen happily returned to her throne, Li Shiyi was full of dignity, and then to the first roar she made when everyone was trapped in the oblique beast cave, never willing to let General Qin’s Da Ming create a dream for her, and then to the cause. Ah Chun, who had never known his life, had a red nose.

In the end, there was a girl in men's clothing who broke into Taishan Mansion without fear, asking for an explanation for her friends.

She may not be considered mature or always sensible, but she is sincere and soft, with a small warm heart in her big body.

"In the small building in Chongqing that day, when I waited for you to return, I didn't say a word." Li Shiyi stopped combing her hair and put it on her gentle neck.

"You..." She paused, "You are better than all the girls I have seen."

"No, it's not just girls. Men, women, fairies, ghosts, birds, and beasts. You are the best if you look out of sight, out of sight."

"Not acceptable, but your best."

"I should have told you a long time ago, I was wrong."

Song Nineteen bit her lower lip and smiled with tears. She felt a little bit sad while smiling. She felt that she was more and more like a person. She heard that only talents were like this. She would want to cry when she smiled.

She remembered that A Yao said that Li Shiyidujue was reborn. Suddenly, she had an absurd idea. Maybe Lingheng picked up the candle dragon and reported to the government. The Taoist Zhulong was stubborn and committed many mistakes. Therefore, He was ordered to enter the cycle of reincarnation with her, to make up for her mistakes, to rectify her cause and effect, to train her, and to persuade her. Otherwise, how could the unparalleled Master Lingheng easily be pushed into the reincarnation path by himself?

Perhaps it was destined, as if Tang Sanzang put a Tightening Curse on Monkey King, and Ling Heng knocked the Heart Locking Curse on the candle dragon.

It sounded a little fanciful, but she still had a lot of time to ask people around her.

This day is very bright, February 18th. Before winter, early spring is approaching.

It is still some distance away from March when everything recovers, and it has not reached the April sky where the grass grows and the ying flies. However, good things are most promising before they come, and bad times are best.

Li Shiyi and Song Shiji packed up and are heading to Shanghai. She thought it over. She went back to the mansion to confess with Sister Tu, take a look at Sishun, wait for A Luo and A Yin, if they don't come, leave a letter, and then go back to Taishan Mansion to have a look.

After a long period of time, it should be the return date.

Maybe there are many, many problems. For example-is Master Wu still alive; how many years have even been waiting for his mother; when will the shark's candle burn out; the worm has eaten a few lies.

Has Mulan finally grown to twenty-six years old; Abai has been exposed to another sudden heavy rain; Yunniang's jealousy is enough to discern love; waste has stolen hundreds of catties of happiness.

General Qin's Daming might rise again; the lost Aping will eventually find a new way home; Zhu Wei is happy or unhappy as a pig; can Xiaodouding recite a whole section of the three-character sutra.

Ayin became good, sister-in-law Tu chased Tu Sishun around the street, Yan Futi fell in love with pig feeding, and the youngest Tu Yao studied the method of frying melon seeds in Shentu Ling.

I heard that Wu Qian often went to sit in a temple, but the myrtle under the bridge also took new stamens.

In the winter of 1937, there will be an ignorant girl who will complete a dream of nonsense in the mountain temple.

And Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu, one day they will have a full sleep, wake up from the winter sun, knock on the door of their hearts with their hands on the coffin.

Knocking on the door, asking three times, one asking where to come, second to asking where to go, and third to the good colors of the world, who is in trouble with me?

Li Shiyi heard a long answer.

She said-I have walked thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, walked through the magnificent waves, and I know you are different.

Summer willow combs its branches, spring breeze grows on both sides, winter snow reflects new wine, the weather is cool and autumn is good.

The world is so colorful, but there are only three good colors. Your bright eyes are one kind, the smile pattern is one kind, and the heart affection is one kind.

I just set your background color, and I am so lucky to be your background color.

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