Reading The Remnants

When Ah Yin pushed the door and entered, there was only a little scattered fluorescence in the room, floating from the bed and flying out of the open glass window.

Arrow lay on his side on a Western-style mahogany bed, with his fingers staggered and lifted in the air, leaving behind the light of the jade butterfly flying away.

She had never seen the energetic Ayin so embarrassed, her hands wrapped in her nightgown around her waist, the color on her face was messy, and without the scenery of the past, she was as if she had been ruined by a handful of cabbage.

Xiao Bai Cai glanced at her, her eyes still caught in the water spirit in the Chinese cabbage clapper, he sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, touched a handful on the coffee table, and touched a box of white ladies' cigarettes with a slender match next to it. box. She is proficient in lighting up the smoke. Smoke is a good thing. It first fills your speechless mouth, and then refreshes your battered lungs. Then it brings out the emotions of abandonment, humming from the nose or throat. There is so much contempt.

Finally? Finally, it ran to your eyes, making your eyes foggy, covering the remaining loss and sorrow, and nothing was left.

She thought so idly, but her thoughts stopped abruptly. She suddenly remembered that Arrow never smoked, but had neatly prepared her usual brand on the coffee table.

She looked at A Luo, who was still lying on his side, without the intention of getting up, resting her pale cheeks in her arms, a silky head that was soft and submissive.

Ayin originally didn’t want to come here. She sat on the stairs for a long time, then sat on the swing in the courtyard for a long time, and finally tossed and turned between the beds. No one knows how courage she took to fall from Li Shi’s room. And to escape, even she herself thinks that she can cut her teeth by biting her teeth, but a spark like a prairie fire grows from the center of her spine. Thousands of ants are chewing on her bones, making her itchy, even the contact of the bedding. It's a kind of torture from scratching.

She can only admit shamefully that when she saw Li Shiyi’s flat collarbone, bare chest, and half of the plump snow-capped mountains, the cursed desire in her bones swallowed her reason like a hungry silkworm, in a kiss gesture, It's fine and dense, with little left.

She can only hold the rest of her self-esteem, making herself less like a woman who smokes a lot, and walks gently in front of Arrow, and even has to chat with her about the irrelevant words.

She asked her: "What was that just now?"

Her treble was normal, and the bass was trembling, causing Arrow to look at her, and then said, "Mulan, I'm back."

The Jade Butterfly that Shi Cai had spread had long since disappeared. She moved her shoulders and looked out the window of Mulan Star, wondering if the new commander of the Soul Ce Army could find her flying dragon again.

Ayin let out a "huh", narrowed his eyes and inhaled another cigarette. However, he saw Arrow turning his body over, lying flat in the middle of the bed, looking at the swaying bed curtain, and said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, come up."

Girls are usually attentive, but A Luo's exquisite heart is more transparent. She can see A Yin's intolerance at a glance, so that she doesn't want to say more boring words.

Ayin sucked his nose, raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette, and walked to the bed with the words "come up" in her mind.

Coming up-there are many solutions, maybe sitting on the bed, maybe lying on the bed, but Ah Yin looked at her and used the most fragrant one.

She put her hands on both sides of Aro, and when she raised her leg, she straddled up, the base of her thigh was close to the warm lower abdomen, and her dry hair fell to Aro's pillow.

However, Arrow looked at her with a weak eyebrow, and said softly: "Go up."

Ah Yin's breathing was short, and the peach blossoms in his eyes showed up, and the stamens used the stamens to draw Arrow's sight.

She went up again, Arrow shook his head, crossing the mountain, Arrow shook his head, she paused at the collarbone, and finally reached out and grabbed the head of the bed, closing her eyes and sending the most vulnerable part to the man’s most understanding lips. .

Arrow's hand finally moved, and gently lifted the corner of her robe.

A Yin gasped gently, freed a hand to cover A Luo's eyes, and said to her dumbly, "Don't look."

She didn't want anyone to see herself like this again, she couldn't wait to cover everyone's eyes and ears like Aro's eyes, and said to them-don't listen, don't look, it's not me.

But who is she?

Arrow closed her eyes docilely in the palm of her hand, took Ayin's hand with her right hand, and held it comfortably.

The shadow of the moon sinks west, and only those who don't know the current affairs are left in the world, and they ask people whether they know it or not. Ah Yin got up and walked to the coffee table, poured himself a glass of water, held it in front of the window for a while, then sat on the carpet next to the bed and sips.

After taking a couple of sips, he heard that in the bed above his head, Arrow said softly, "You just quarreled with her, I heard it."

Ayin's ears moved, he wanted to turn around, and then stopped abruptly, looking back at the moonlight that was divided into tofu pieces by the window.

A Luo knows what she thinks in her heart: "The voice is not loud, and others should not be able to hear it, but my five senses have always been more sensitive."

Ayin's nervous shoulders drooped, put the cup on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and suffocated his head for two long breaths.

When Arrow thought she would not speak anymore, a voice as small as a cub came from his arm dullly.

"I'm afraid Nineteen will hear it."

She paused, as if to pull out an insincere smile: "Before the nineteenth appeared, I dreamed of splashing the bucket of bath water for the coachman."

She didn't care whether Arrow could understand or not, but she really wanted to say.

"But after she appeared, I didn't dare to think about it anymore."

She watched Li Shiyi look at Song Jiu's eyes deeper and deeper, watched Song Jiu grow into an adult in Li Shiyi's eyes, and looked at all her pampering and indulgence. When Li Shiyi was with herself, she frowned and did not frown. When she was with Song Jiu, she always talked and laughed, jokes, and teased, and she always showed a spring breeze in Song Jiu’s intelligent and tender love. Shy and cozy.

She fully understands how Li Shiyi treats her differently from Song Shiji. She is also burdened by the snake. Li Shiyi has the greatest respect and support for her friends. After persuading her to be unsuccessful, she risked her life. A retreat, if you use the words in the script to describe it, it can be called a two-sided knife and a heart-to-heart.

As for Song Jiu, she had already regarded her as a part of her. She could call her the shots, accompany her to fall, and was willing to do useless work for her. This is called the same boat, life and death together.

Arrow once said that she yelled thirteen Li eleven when she was overwhelmed.

And she just slammed the door out, only because she was very afraid that Li Shiyi might even shout Song Shiji.

Ayin lifted his head and said, "Many times I think about it. It's a good time to die. It's better to teach them to be together. It will last forever, and it will be enough for me to get used to it. It is worse than cutting meat with a blunt knife."

"If they don't know my thoughts, and only when I'm frivolous by nature, I'm still an innocent aunt, and I will spend all my life in the yard, sitting in front of me, they are at ease, and I am at ease."

"But it turns out that she knows everything." Knowing that she is driven by desire, knowing her involuntary, and even knowing her dreams.

"Then me, I became the one who is miserable and miserable to love." Ayin laughed, "How miserable."

She leaned her head on the bed, and her spirits collapsed today, and she felt sleepy and tidal.

She leaned on the bed and murmured, "Grandma, I don't want to be the miserable one."

"Wang Ba Lao, grandma is..."

I was born so beautiful that 48,000 goddesses and Buddhas could not tolerate me.

She leaned on the bed, sleep swallowed unwilling dreams and all the disguise she had worked so hard to do. Her flying eyebrows were bent down, and she drew a gentle arc, as if you just said anything, she can also brighten her eyes. Smile at you toothily and nod your head in a good temper.

Arrow looked at her for a while, and gently hugged her onto the bed, covered with a thin towel, which was probably a good night's sleep.

The door clicked and unlocked, followed by a very soft sound of going downstairs, and the weak girl went out from the door and walked alone in the path covered with sycamore leaves under the moonlight.

It was clearly night, but she habitually held up her umbrella and stepped on the gray-black sycamore leaves cut out by street lamps.

My name is A Luo, also called Yan Futi.

I was originally just the wandering spirit of Huangquan for tens of thousands of years. Da has been on the bridge. The fragrance in my skirt gave me a breath. I drank Mengpo soup. I looked at the quiet fire at the end of the Huangquan and smiled. There is a pair of bright eyes that hold the color. I don't know how many footsteps I have been resurrected and parting, I have hearing, and then I have five senses.

I listened to the story of Huangquanpan with my cheeks in my hands, and from the time I heard it with relish to dull, I had a human form.

The first one I saw was Lingheng.

At that time, she was wearing a snow-white long skirt with a collar, one black hair was half loose, and the other half was put in a bun, except for a white jade hairpin with a lustrous color and no decoration at all. She came from Huangquan, she was usually a lonely person, the wind was faintly growing at the feet of her skirt, and her brows were faintly lighted.

I later realized that it is not called light, but beautiful, Jiaomei, and moving.

Ling Heng'ai called me my little character A Luo. As time passed, no one remembered my name, but called me Lord Yan Luo.

Ling Heng loves reading, writing, wearing white clothes, and not wearing Zhu Chai.

I also read, wrote, wore a blue skirt, and combed my hair.

For more than two thousand spring, summer, autumn and winter, I listened to the government's orders, the whole document, the office was poor, and I did meticulously and properly, and never made mistakes, but I always feel that such days are mistakes.

I ran into Fu Wuyin on a dark cloudy afternoon. At that time, I was holding an umbrella and passed by the Naihe bridge. I was talking to Wuqian, and suddenly heard a loud cry. The girl sitting by the bridge was Fu Wuyin.

She wore a horse-faced skirt popular during the Qianlong period, a dark green top and a water-pink skirt, with a hairpin ring all over her head, like the five-color golden pheasant raised by five coins.

Wuqian told me that she hadn't married and refused to reincarnate. I couldn't help but take a second look, and saw her red nose twitching and choking up to look up at me. The light in her eyes is the brightest feather of golden pheasant. She wiped a tear, and followed me with her eyes while hiccuping, making me stop. Stepped down.

I heard Po Meng persuade her: "Girl, it won't work this time, and there will be another time, on the other side of the bridge, the energetic young man is waiting."

Po Meng is warm-hearted and always loves to chat with others.

I later met a rickshaw master in the world, and the same was true. I think that a person who crosses a person will pull a person from one end to the other, and he has to keep his thoughts all the way up in his mouth to be considered as a complete journey.

Fu Wuyin cried again: "You just said that the people in Taishan Mansion don't know beauty and ugliness, so you don't know whether I look good or not. Then how do you know that this guy is a spirited guy, but not a pig?"

I looked at each other with Wuqian, lost in thought.

Po Meng was also in deep thought, but she thought a little bit shorter than me, and then said: "Then, what kind of look is good? Madam, I am a little bit thin, so I greet you and send you to a beautiful boy. Is it okay near someone's house?"

Fu Wuyin grunted twice and raised his finger to me: "This young man is very beautiful."

I was taken aback, and the thought of looking at each other with the five coins was gone. I have always been old-fashioned, I don't follow the fashion, I still wear a fashionable Tang-made Hufu, and I only have a bud-like bun on my head. It is no wonder that she considers me a little boy.

It's just that the first time I heard people say that I was beautiful, I didn't know how to accept it generously.

So I held an umbrella and left with five dollars.

Fu Wuyin cried for several days in Taishan Mansion. He didn't know if he was tired from crying, or he figured it out, and finally he was willing to reincarnate. I checked the letters she handed to me in the past few days. The first is Zhang Xian’s "Thousand Autumns": "The sky is not old, the love is inexhaustible, the heart is like a double screen, there are thousands of knots in it", and the second is happy. Wan's "Bu Suanzi": "If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, wait for the reunion, and hope for the next life", the third is Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao Chapter": "May I be like a star like a moon, and the light will be bright and bright every night."

The fourth letter came on the day of her parting, saying that she was reborn now, and if she meets by chance, she will come to propose marriage again.

I folded the four letters and put them in the book.

Since she entered the cycle of reincarnation, I also moved into the world because of Xun Lingheng. I tried to see how she was doing. Only then did I know that the whereabouts of people need to have the spirit of the previous life, which is covered by Shen Tu Ling. I was just at that time. Zhang Shen Tu Ling lacked her spirit.

When she met again, she was still in good spirits, but there was a gulch between her eyebrows that Fu Wuyin hadn't even cried for a few days.

She didn't remember me, so naturally she didn't remember to propose marriage.

I told her not to come here unharmed, and I told her that I was willing to be the antidote, and I went to Wushan with her, and listened to her to talk to my heart.

But I have never heard a word of love that raised my head.

My name is A Luo and her name is A Yin.

Some affections appear too ridiculous, making people look like a joke.