Reading The Remnants

As the fragrant breeze floated, Ah Yin sat on the chair of the grand master beside the desk, his body was still crooked, his hair was meticulous, and his brows were not dizzy at all. Only his face was pink and tender, giving birth to spring in the winter.

She wrapped the veil around her index finger, and looked at Arrow's profile wearily.

If there is a spirit attached to a person, A Luo should be a "quiet" character in the official script. The long river of time has given her not irritable eyebrows, the same warm eyes, the breathing from the tip of her nose, and the vomiting of her lips. It is soft and dry, especially when she likes to wear a black robe, her slender body becomes a Chinese character frame, and her pale face and wrists are white space on rice paper.

It's a pity that Ayin has a frizzy temperament, and he has practiced improperly since childhood. It is precisely this "quiet" character.

Arrow finally turned a few pages and raised his head to look at Ah Yin. Just as soon as it was incorporated into her face, the eyelashes closed eagerly and blinked twice quickly.

She remembered the western camera she had played with before, and with a click, she was able to retain the sound of Wan Zhuan.

She wasn't sure if her actions had similar meanings, but she began to feel that it hadn't been for a long time.

She seemed to have not seen Ah Yin for a long time. The previous intimacy was like a dream, in which she was the only one who didn't want to wake up.

"How about eleven and nineteen?" Ah Yin said first, clearing his throat before speaking.

Arrow closed the book, but did not answer her question, and only whispered: "Did you see Aping gone?"

Ayin frowned, had a pair of eyes with Aluo, and turned away very quickly. She was still an unconcerned demon and frivolous. He smiled and asked, "What?"

The two words are too casual and too unfamiliar, as if Arrow wants to ask her whereabouts, he should first find a good-sounding reason.

Arrow lowered his eyes, looking at his hand twisting the cover of the book, his chest sank quietly, his voice still very soft: "Don't see him."

She often said this semi-command speech in Taishan Mansion, but the target was never Ah Yin.

Ayin was obviously stunned. She turned her face away and looked at the open window. The wooden window was skewed by the wind, and it knocked on the wall with a single blow. She moved the heel of her shoe. The action was heard with a crisp sound, and the two wooden windows were closed out of thin air, venting the restless night breeze away.

The sudden sound shocked Ah Yin's shoulders and turned to look at Ah Luo subconsciously. Arrow pressed his lips softly and lightly, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, and on his shoulders there was the aura that had not disappeared when he closed the window.

Arrow once said that she has a soul-binding order in the world, and she can't easily use spells. Her talent is probably the wrath of the Hades.

A Yin sniffed gently, and there was a voice in her heart saying, look, even if she looks the same as ordinary people, she is still the king of ghosts, and is different from the mortals who are about to reach out and close the windows.

Ayin began to wander untimely, and she began to think, if she is also a god, how to look at these little people who have no power to bind chickens? Is it an ant that can step on it, or a gadget to play with.

If Arrow is a mortal, she knows where her anger comes from, but she knows best, maybe she will make fun of her and fall into the vinegar jar, but it can be judged that the spirited Lord Yama, is there any higher-ranking person offended in her anger? She still doesn't know the majesty of her.

If I don't know, I don't want to think about it anymore.

So she laughed as she did before, thinking about Ling Ze's topic: "I see you are able to endure, it is also very big-how long have you been holding Taishan Mansion on behalf of Ling?"

Arrow raised his eyes and looked at her in silence.

Ayin blinked her peach-eyed eyes and smiled: "I didn't even think about it, seek a court and usurp a position or something?"

Arrow lifted his chin slightly, the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth was very hidden. After living for many years, he could easily see Ah Yin's careful thoughts of changing the subject.

So she said: "Think about it."

Ah Yin was taken aback, lifted his brows for a while, and then asked, "Oh?"

Arrow looked at her directly: "I want to seek a court, I want to usurp the throne. Those who seek you, usurp your heart."

She didn't want to go in circles with her anymore. She saw Ah Yin's face froze for a moment, her eyelashes shrank as if they were scorched by the fire, and her hand holding the silk tightly held the armrest of the Grand Master's chair.

The cold sweat in the palm of her hand was layered layer by layer, trying to bring out all the turbulent emotions between her ribs.

Arrow pursed her lips, calling her: "Fu Wuyin."

She wanted to clarify the past with her and say something from the bottom of her heart, so she solemnly called her name.

"I'm not Fu Wuyin!" But Ah Yin suddenly woke up, stood up from the chair, her knees trembling a little, but she still stood beautifully.

——This is practiced in Fengyuechang, even if I feel sad in my heart, I still have to smile on my face.

She straightened her kneecap compulsively, but was even more panicked and uncomfortable because of this action. She took a few breaths and stubbornly shook her head: "I am not Fu Wuyin, I am Ayin."

I am not a lady of the Qianlong era, I am the Ayin who was sold into the kiln since I was a child, and has been rolling in the grave for a few years, and in the men's pile for a few years.

This sentence made her feel extremely sad. She opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes wide, and even stretched her brows to make her a little funny, hoping to dilute the sudden tears.

She finally understood that she had never recovered since she was sober. She looked at these friends who were born to death, unwilling to and grievances day after day, day by day, they are all raised by their fathers and mothers, they are all flesh and blood, so why are they one by one? The oracle rescues each other, and has a body protector from the previous life in case of danger.

Even closing a window, even closing a **** window—her brows trembled with twists, but why should she really suffer?

This kind of injustice, separated from the sky and the ground, the Lord Yan Luo opposite said, love her.

What did she use to accept Arrow's love? Take her body that can't be cleaned with mud, use her ability to train for many years but can't stand a blow, take her heart that she doesn't know how to love, or take her body that can't be synchronized with her even years of age?

It also sounds like a joke.

So she held back the soreness in her throat, still squinting her eyes and said: "Master Yan Luo, seeing the various emotions of the world, she also wants to sing love and hatred, but she is looking for the wrong person."

"Find the wrong person?" Arrow shook his head and narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Ayin sniffed, "I went to Wushan with you to have fun, but I may not have the intention to have a love affair with you, and the two minds are connected."

A Luo's face turned paler. She stared at A Yin, but curled up her hands involuntarily, making a rare defensive posture of self-protection.

Ayin held on to the edge of the table, his nails clinging to the sawdust below. Arrow's contracted five fingers seemed to hold her heart, causing her to twitch in pain, but she just coughed a little, as if the protruding chest just now was just because of the uncontrollable itching of the throat.

"So." A Luo's ending sounded a little trembling, so that her two words were uttered very shortly. She was too uncomfortable to show her fragility in front of others, especially this "other" is Ah Yin.

She missed so many painful years of Ah Yin that she always wanted to make up for it, so she always patiently and tolerated in front of Ah Yin, trying to make Ah Yin believe that she could protect her.

But she never thought, what if Ayin didn't have her in her heart from beginning to end?

"Then," she repeated again, her voice so dumb, "who is it?"

"Aping?"

Her brow furrowed very restrained, and Juanxiu's lips pressed very restrained. Even at this point, she still restrained herself from asking questions.

Ah Yin choked his throat, and then said, "I don't know."

Li Shiyi didn’t know, Song Shiji didn’t know, and Arrow didn’t know. She wanted to escape from them countless times. She escaped from these friends who were aloof and knew about her past, especially Arrow. She had seen herself look the most humble. , She always doesn't know how to face her.

She thought about it more than once that Aping knew nothing. If he walked far and high, she would be able to bury the past well.

But she is not willing, what is it that she is not willing to? Not reconciled, what is it?

The unwillingness and unwillingness came up again, making Ah Yin rebellious, and tried his best to press it down. She seemed to be persuading Arrow and herself, and said in a trance and low tone: "Whoever it is, it's not you."

She remembered a lot in Arrow's wounded eyes. She remembered Wuqian stupidly saying that she was deprived of her skin, remembering that she was lying in her arms and said, "I want to live, old, sick, and die, but you are twenty-eight years old, aren't you?"

It was a joke at the beginning, but now it's a veritable phrase.

She moved her lips and said, "What do you like about me? Twenty, thirty, forty? If I am dying, old, and bald without teeth, how can I face you when I am young? "

"I don't care." Arrow said.

"I care!" Ah Yin choked and raised his chin proudly, "I want to be beautiful, I want to always be younger and better-looking than my lover, then I will be at ease, I..."

I believe that she can always like me.

The low self-esteem in her heart turned out to be so deep-rooted that she would put her few self-esteem on her bright skin.

"So, whoever it is, it won't be me." Arrow smiled softly, his chest shrank slightly, his brows were shockingly lonely.

One second, two seconds, three seconds-she left a full 30 seconds for Ah Yin, before she could deny it.

So she bowed her head, picked up the book at hand, gently turned to the most familiar page, and pulled out four letters from it.

She opened them unhurriedly, as she had opened them every time before.

Unfolding the paper with her fingers, she didn't put her gaze on her head, but looked at Ah Yin deeply, then moved her lips to speak to her in a beautiful voice like clear water.

"The sky is not old, the love is inexhaustible, the heart is like a double wire mesh, there are thousands of knots in it."

"If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, it will be renewed, and the next life will be aspiration."

"May I be like a star like a moon, bright and bright every night."

She didn't open the fourth letter, she just tapped her finger on her head, waiting in silence.

She shook her head and smiled, folded the four letters, held them in both hands, and squeezed them in the palms of her hands, and then she tore them to pieces with no expression on her face.

Ah Yin's goose bumps were all over her abruptly in the sound of her tearing letters. It was a huge and inexplicable sense of loss, followed by a heavy premonition. She felt that if in the future she understood that Ah Luo was torn apart today. What's wrong, she will cry out and out.

She couldn't stand it any longer, so she bit her lower lip and stepped out of the room with the door frame.

There was another silence, and another familiar and long silence. Arrow's silhouette was projected on the table with an open book on top.

With a small "patter", a drop of liquid that had never been seen before fell from the socket of the right eye and fell onto the page of the book, smudging into an irregular circle.

Arrow stared blankly for a while, then raised his hand to erase it.