Reading The Remnants

The rooster sang Xiaoxiao, and croaked hoarsely in the winter, as if wailing. Once more mournful, Ah Yin cleaned up early, sitting by the stove and playing cards with the youngest one. Song Jiu has always been diligent, but today there is no one in sight. Li Shixi at the table is holding his forehead to eat tea, his eyes swept across the closed door, and then he swept away calmly. He retracted his gaze, and his ring finger leisurely pressed his eyebrows.

Seeing her look, Ayin smiled and took a look at the looming black green under her, threw the card and sat beside Li Shiyi, smiling and saying, "Unexpectedly."

"Huh?" Li Shiyi tossed the ending to her.

Ayin sighed sadly: "Unexpectedly, you actually ate this set."

However, she said a few sorrows a thousand or eight hundred times, and she went back to dig her heart out and poke the lung tube. She knew that Li Shiyi liked to listen to it. She had to turn over the script a few more times and memorized a few words to relieve her boredom. Son.

Li Shiyi glanced at her, the beautifully-lined shoulders and necks moved back and forth, without the intention of answering.

While speaking, the door was pushed open, and the opening and closing of the wooden shelf was accompanied by a small coughing sound, as if sucking in, blocking in the throat, sounding extremely pitiful. Li Shiyi looked up and saw an uncomfortable pink face. His face seemed to have passed through the face. It was shockingly white. There was no blood on his lips, except for the clearness on the drooping eyelids. The red and purple blood vessels, jumping and jumping, like exhausted sparks.

Li Shiyi's heart jumped in a panic. Before he could speak, he listened to Tu Laoyao asking Song Nineteen: "What's the matter with you?"

"I probably didn't wash my hair very much yesterday. I got a headwind and I didn't have a good life all night." Song Jiu coughed twice and said with a dumb voice.

She grinned hard at Li Shiyi, weighed the baggage on her hands, and said, "Let's go?"

Li Shiyi stopped talking, stood up and carried the luggage. Song Jiu followed, committed himself to take her package over, and said, "I will take it for you."

There was a sharp contrast between the diligent behavior and the pale appearance, which caused Li Shixi to freeze on the spot. A Yin quickly took a breath, shook his head and moved closer to the youngest Tu Yao, and whispered, "High."

Youngest Tu moved his lips: "How do you say?"

Ayin analyzed it to him: "I hit a straight punch yesterday, and now I retreat as an advance. With such a sickly appearance, who can say no to it?"

Not to mention the hard-faced Li eleven.

She held her cheek sadly, her Li Shixi was afraid that she would not be able to go to bed.

Youngest Tu was puzzled: "She is a naughty baby, who knows a lot about you? Where did she learn it?"

A Yin thought for a while: "Natural talent."

The youngest Tu was amazed, Li Shi on the other end must have glanced at Song Jiu, and squeezed his own package in his hands. The loss in Song Jiu's eyes flashed by, but he saw Li Shi. As soon as she reached out her hand, she moved her lips and whispered softly: "Give me the burden."

Song Jiu pursed his lips, his sickly blindfolded eyes lit up like a dazzling fire, and he handed the burden to her from Shanshan Ruliu. Seeing Li Shixi about to leave, he lowered his head and paused his feet, with his heels on the slate floor. Rub it again and again.

Li Shiyi turned around to look at her suspiciously, and listened to Song Jiu pumping a weakened trachea, and whispered in a low voice, "It seems to be a little burnt, and the ankle is weak."

Tu Laoyao hurriedly stepped forward to carry her, but Ah Yin grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his eyes glanced to indicate that he was carrying the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Li Shiyi's **** was placed on the cotton cloth and tapped lightly. Song Jiu looked at her for a while, and reached out to her, but he crossed the fat-like fingers, only slightly grasped the corner of the bag, and said: "You Hold on to me, will you succeed?"

When speaking, he pulled the cloth with his fingers twice, like a tiny request.

Cheng Chengcheng, the youngest Tu’s heart trembled, and the little man in his chest nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Li Shiyi lowered his eyes tepidly and let her pull out the door.

The winter sun is the most deceptive thing. Li and Song, one tall and one short, are coated with golden light. The warm halo jumps between the curled eyelashes of Song XIX, making her eyebrows and eyebrows hooked. Golden and gentle, she lazily stretched her bones, aligning her heartbeat with the pace, and aligning her own pace with Li Shiyi's.

Tu Laoyao and Ayin leisurely followed behind, hearing the girl who had recovered a bit of energy tossing a question.

"I haven't seen summer. Is the summer sun the same as winter?"

"Different."

"Let's go back, will the youngest Xiaotu fall to the ground?"

"It's still early."

"Do you like little dolls, do you want to have one?"

"In no mood."

"That's all right, I don't want to either."

"..."

"What is she so crazy?" Tu Laoyao watched the deer turned into a yellow oriole, and fell back and forth like a chariot.

Song Jiu didn't have the time to pay attention to the thoughts of the reckless man behind him, and only squeezed a small fist at the seam of his pants.

Work hard, she said to herself.

In another half a month, the four of them returned to Sijiucheng. The youngest Tu shook his broken bones, like a wandering soul whose spine had been drawn. It was not until he entered Li Shiyi’s courtyard that he took the Shar Pei. The same wrinkled face was let go, and there was some arrow-like homecoming.

Entering the gate, she was busy leading him to see sister-in-law Tu, but he gave birth to some unwarranted hypocrisy. He stood still, wiped a handful of greasy hair, and asked Li Shiyi: "Why? So, decent or not decent?"

Ayin snorted coldly: "You are not an ancestor with'decent', so you shouldn't be relatives."

Li Shiyi didn’t want to speak much, and took a look at the courtyard. The white walls of the ink covered the courtyard were not stained with dust, and they were cleaned up by sister-in-law Tu. The beam of light was suspended and caged in the patio. A cold plum was moved beside the patio, tremblingly. With the flowers in bloom, the invited mother Chen smiled sharply, with the smell of saponaria from washing clothes. Everything was close to each other just right, like a warm home.

Chen's mother greeted him, and saw that Sister Tu came out of the east yard with her waist. Her actions were a bit laborious. She was dressed in a housely dark red jacket with unwiped water on her hands. Seeing Li Shixi, she was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to shout, so she didn't call out loudly. One sentence: "Girl."

Seeing that she was very cramped, Tu's toes were still wearing soft cloth shoes, he stretched out his hand to go around between himself and Li Shiyi a few times, and said loudly, "You are welcome, my brother."

brother? A Yin and Song Jiu looked at him together, and even Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows.

Tu Laoyao carefully withdrew his words, and corrected with less certainty: "Sister?"

This sister made his teeth a little sore, and his kneecaps were twisted. Li Shiyi raised the corner of her mouth. Sister-in-law Tu was also amused. She slapped her face to the ground to drive some embarrassment. She smiled at Li Shiyi and said, "Have you eaten? Just rolled the noodles and boiled the sauce, if not Dislike it, I'll make fried noodles with sauce."

Song nineteen nodded like garlic, and Li Shiyi glanced at her, took the burden that was holding her, and followed Tu's sister-in-law into the east courtyard.

The east courtyard is different from the vestibule. It doesn't look like the house of a large house in a deep house, but rather like a farmyard in the wrong place. Bamboo poles were erected in the half moon gate, and a row of clothes of different colors were dried. There were a few slanted buckets under the clothes, and a gourd scoop was floating inside. Vegetables were planted in the flower garden on the other side, grape racks were set up on top, and a lot of vines were entangled, but there was no fruit, I don’t know what it was. A wooden table in the center seems to have been moved from the old house. Sister-in-law Tu glanced at the youngest member Tu with anxious look at Li Shiyi's eyes. She couldn't get off her time, so she loved to do farm work, but in the end it was someone's house, but Li Shiyi was another one. She was so nervous that she couldn't utter a few words.

"Are you eating outside?" Sister-in-law Tu rubbed her cuff on the table unconsciously.

"Alright." Li Xi said.

The youngest Tu patted his sister-in-law Tu comfortably on the back, and went with her to bring out the noodles. The white noodles that are smooth on the outside and tough on the inside are wrapped in savory and rich black bean sauce, accompanied by refreshing shredded radish and cucumber strips, which are refreshing and full. Apply the youngest index finger and move it in, bite by bite. No time to speak. Sister-in-law Tu saw that although Li Shixi was not talking, she was delicious, so she relaxed, and took the time to ask a few people about what they saw.

Although Song Nineteen was greedy, but his body was not very good, he slumped on the table after using a small bowl, listening to the gossip without a word.

I was closing my eyes and closing my eyes to rest my mind, listening to his sister-in-law Tu said: "I almost forgot."

"What?" Li Shiyi withdrew his gaze from Song XIX's face.

Sister-in-law Tu made another bowl of noodles for Tu's youngest member: "Not long after you left, a girl came to the door. She didn't ask what to do. She came every three to five days, asking if you were back."

She pointed the word "you" at Li Shiyi, and Li Shiyi pondered slightly, and asked her, "Do you know who is her last name?"

"I asked." Tu's sister-in-law put the bowl in front of Tu Laoyao, "I said it was Yan and Futi."

The name was so strange that Li Shiyi was suspicious and repeated it unconsciously.

Yan Futi.