Reading The Remnants

Ayin's mouth slumped, and he cried out.

Arrow panicked, cuddling her with his clothes. She had never seen Ah Yin so heartily sad. The radiant beauty was smeared with rouge at the moment, and she wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand at a loss, then turned around and pressed the base of her palm against the eye socket. In the end, she didn't struggle anymore. , The nose **** one by one, watching Arrow howling and crying.

Crying like a bullied young boy, his facial features were messed up.

The scene in front of her was so funny, but Arrow's eyes became hot unconsciously. She blinked her wet eyelashes and asked her softly, "Why are you crying?"

Ayin's nose was so blocked, she tried to get it smooth after a few strokes. She licked her sleeves and looked out the window and said, "Wang Ba Laozi, sister, this life is too difficult."

The last three words were gnashing her teeth and she was powerless. She didn't know why, if it were on herself, the great misfortune would pass away, but every whip on Arrow's body was a hurdle that couldn't be passed. , Let her heartburn, so that she can't wait to put the gun on the horse, and immediately ask for an explanation.

But who can she ask for an explanation?

She looked at the cold sunshine outside, and she tossed and turned with only four words in her heart-it's over.

There was an inhalation sound like a willow twig in her ears, and she turned her head slightly, and Aro's face was hanging in the light.

Arrow's right hand held the folds of the clothes on the left arm and smoothed it a little bit. The choking in her throat was unfamiliar and natural, but her heart was pounding, but it was not the fulfillment of her long-cherished wish, but the soreness in hindsight. It became painful with the pain, only because she felt something unusual in the words of Ayin just now.

The girl in front of her has the arrogance of being unchanging in the face of the sword, the fire and the sea. Anyone who steps her in the mud can also smile and sip a few mouthfuls. She has never said that it is difficult or afraid to anyone, but she has just turned Aro. His scars are called "difficulties" and regarded as "fears".

This is the first time A Luo understands so concretely that Ayin is really ready to be dependent on her for life and death, not just a "like", nor just "Let's do it."

With red eyes, she suppressed the tiny but expansive sense of soreness. Ah Yin's soft shadow covered half of her face, giving her the illusion that she was just a little girl without the power of a chicken. .

Only then did she understand that no matter whether it is a **** or a ghost, there is never a lack of the desire to be protected. This has nothing to do with magic skills, only the person in front of her.

Ayin cried enough, and almost vented it. Then he caught the silk carefully and touched the corner of his eye, but found that Aluo was standing aside and not stepping forward. For a while, he was rather dissatisfied: "What do you think?"

If others see their sweetheart crying, they naturally have to hug them, but this silly Hades is dumbfounded, and the road to teaching is long and long.

Arrow raised his head, pursing the corners of his lips and smiling: "I was thinking, Tu's youngest man is right."

"What's the reason?" Ah Yin rolled his eyes upwards, and took off an eyelash stuck in the corner of his eye with two fingers.

Just now, I almost broke off crying. The most important thing in this meeting is still beautiful appearance. Arrow leaned on the table and looked at her with a soft smile: "Taishan Mansion is not as good as the world."

Ayin blinked twice, then stretched out her **** to even out the powder on both sides of her nose: "What's not good?"

Arrow said: "There is no chicken."

There is no roast chicken, stewed chicken soup, white sliced ​​chicken, lotus leaf chicken, chicken chicken, spicy chicken, scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, and egg pie.

There is no such a pitiful and cute Ah Yin who is unknowingly.

God talked, Ah Yin bulged his cheeks and moved his delicate neck twice. After crying for a long time, she felt dizzy and feverish, and her throat was very hot, so she sat down on the armchair and held her temple quietly, always feeling that there was something missing, so she turned Arrow down again. Holding her hand and wanting to put it in her arms, but seeing A Luo leaning against her, standing inconveniently, he simply pulled her onto her lap and sat with her hands around her waist, and her head resting on her shoulders. Go up, the sound of the urn said in an aura: "Don't move, I'll take a moment."

"Yeah." Arrow responded, really motionless.

Ayin smelled the scent around her neck. It was quiet and weird, and it smelled terribly good. It was different from any kind of incense powder, as if it were from Taishan Mansion, and the myrtle also had the same hidden fragrance on her body.

Think of A Tao, and then think of A Luo’s bare back. A Yin was jealous again, raised his head, stretched a little away, and asked A Luo: "The medicine on A Tao is on this back? "

Arrow nodded, and reached out to stroke Ayin's scattered ears.

Ah Yin's brows were deeper, but he was still a little unwilling to give up: "How to get on? Take off your clothes?"

Arrow paused, still nodding.

Ayin hugged her and didn't get angry. When Aluo was pursuing him, he was very familiar with Fengyue's affairs, but now he has clear and clear eyes, as if he doesn't understand what she cares about.

Pack. Ayin gritted her teeth, trying to twist her secretly.

After squeezing her clothes, she couldn't bear to start after all, so she could only put her sour teeth in her mouth, let go of her thin waist, lay back, and snorted with her throat: Interesting."

The yin and yang were strange, Arrow was clever, and easily grabbed Guan Qiao, but she glanced at Ah Yin uncertainly, and after deliberation for a while, she said: "My injury, I can't make five dollars medicine, so she looked for it. Got a medicine lady."

A Yin hugged his arms and was about to speak, and listened to A Luo earnestly said: "I'm afraid that you will be over-hearted, but also to avoid suspicion. This is what I asked the ghost chauffeur to recruit a ugly one for me."

A Yin was blocked in her chest, almost coughing, staring at her blankly, with only a small cough.

She cast her eyes in disbelief: "You said that myrtle-ugly?"

His eyes floated to the side of the bronze mirror unconsciously, regardless of whether he could see it or not, but he was really eager to find his facial features.

Arrow twisted his eyebrows: "Isn't it?"

"It's so good-looking that you can lay eggs!" A Yin quickly answered, raising her voice unconsciously. She didn't know what kind of messy description this was, but only such a messy metaphor could catch her messy thoughts at the moment appropriately.

That Atao powder face and apricot eyes, graceful appearance, although Ayin didn't want to admit it, such a girl, whether she is lying in the sky or underground, should be beautiful.

She heard Arrow silently silent for a while, and then said helplessly: "I told you before, I can't distinguish between beauty and ugliness."

Ah Yin took a deep breath and slammed into Ah Luo's sincere eyes, digesting the fact in a daze.

She was a little dumbfounded, but also a little ridiculous. In Arrow's eyes, the appearance she cared about most was no different from Chen Mazi, who was ugly for ten streets next door.

As the saying goes, "women are the ones who please themselves." Now in this situation, even if there are thousands of styles in the future, who will be shown? She came down in an instant, and she couldn't get enough energy for a while.

But Arrow didn't want to appreciate her blushing and white face, he only pressed his eyes and looked at the floating dust on the ground.

After a while, she heard Ayin's question: "The ghosts of Taishan Mansion can't distinguish beauty and ugliness, and the ghosts made by humans are not good? In this way, it was blinded by the underworld?"

It's natural to be a ghost, otherwise why did she order the selection? Arrow moved his eyes to the book case: "Perhaps, it was an oversight."

She avoided it, but Ah Yin touched her face, immersed in the previous frustration, ignoring this avoidance intentionally or unconsciously.

By the time of sunset, it started to rain misty, and the small vendors in the streets and alleys scattered the oil on the street. A Tao bought it from outside, covered with mist. She wrapped the cloth pocket in her arms and covered it with her outer garment. Then, she ran all the way into the alley, with extended tiles on both sides, she ran under the tile eaves in three or two steps, still holding the cloth pocket in one hand, and holding the big wet braid in the other.

She looked up at the drops of water dripping under the eaves, like a curtain of beads, intermittently, one fell, and it took a long time for the next one to come down. She looked at it for a while, not knowing what she remembered, and suddenly smiled. You smiled quietly.

Her smile was short, human-like and timid, as if she would be stolen after a while, so she lowered her head, hid her smile, and stared at the puddles smashed by raindrops. Look.

After three or two seconds, she stretched out the soaked cloth shoes, and the toe of the shoe lightly touched the puddle.

She was so cold, she couldn't help shrinking her shoulders, which was colder than the yellow spring water. The water in the yellow spring is a hundred times cleaner than in the mud pit. The entrance is sweet, and she grows up every day, but it is not like the water in the center of the mud pit, which can reflect the rich and beautiful sunlight.

She liked it a little, and wanted to stretch out and step on it a second time. Suddenly, she felt a shady ghost on her right hand. She turned her face and saw Master Futi standing in front of the door with an umbrella.

Master Futi's black robe and black umbrella, with a black jade face, stand like a distant ink painting.

She retracted her feet, hung her head and went forward, still holding the cloth pockets in both hands, and committed herself to peace: "My lord."

She doesn't like to talk, and the most talked about in adulthood, it seems that it is these two words.

Arrow handed her a towel.

A Tao was startled, and was silent for a long time in Arrow's movements. It took him a while before shaking her hands to take it, and whispered, "Thank you, Lord."

She still stood under the eaves, hiding her anxiety in the wet shadow.

Arrow put her hand back and looked at her from top to bottom. The consideration in her eyes was not obvious, but it was enough for Atao to feel the oppression without anger and prestige. She held the veil in her hand and did not wipe it. , Only quietly waiting for Arrow's question.

Arrow really opened his mouth, his voice soft and dumb, with a cold tone: "What do I want to ask, you know."

Atao’s cloth shoes pointed to the top, but her forearm only hugged the cloth pocket tightly. After a while, she had a pretty face and looked straight at Arrow tremblingly: "Atao is a deadly crime."

The sin was in the eyes of Master Yan Luo without any measure, and the sin was also elsewhere.

She knew that Arrow was impatient, and she was afraid that it would take her a bit, so she took a long and soft breath twice, and said: "I am a myrtle by the yellow spring, and I am driving under the Naihe Bridge."

Arrow's eyelashes fell very tenderly, but his expression was blocked by the rain, without the slightest temperature.

She listened to the girl in front of her with the attitude of listening to ten thousand reports, but the girl in front of her said these words for the first time.

She looked down at the pitted mud and said: "When the adults pass by, the corners of the skirt will often brush me once or twice."

A Luo frowned slightly, and A Tao's heart shrank, she didn't dare to say anything that was rebellious, and she didn't want to say it. It's like she is always greedy for the gentleness of the skirt corners, always listening to her footsteps, and always looking at her back. She always walked indifferently and hurriedly, sometimes in a low voice with Wuqian, she would unconsciously straighten her cuffs when encountering embarrassment, and cover her lips and cough gently when encountering a noisy soul.

Occasionally, she would also talk and laugh with Wuqian, and Atao managed to stretch her neck amidst her sister's trembling waist, wanting to look more.

Once, Lord Futi's maid was stolen by wasting her happiness, and she was so angry that she carried the wastage into a pan and exploded it for a hundred years. She only knew at that time that it turned out that the adults also had maids, who were in front of her every day, studying ink and fragrant maids.

But she is just a medicine girl, she expects her to need her, and is also afraid that she needs her.

One day she waited for the ghost servant of Yan Luodian, saying that she was going to select medicine women for adults. She had just transformed into a human form and planted medicinal materials together with several sisters. That day she planted the poor wild ginseng and carried it. The skirt wanted to go back to the house to find a red hairpin, but was told that the adults were going to be ugly.

"I know that adults don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, so I bought the ghost in front of the hall of adults and replaced me." A Tao only said this sentence.

Arrow tightened the umbrella hand and shook his head: "Little Yao Niang, how can I buy the ghost in my temple?"

A Tao stopped, and a few plants fell like flowers in the rain. She finally raised her eyes again, her pale lips curled, and a bold smile appeared. She said, "It's a **** effort."

Arrow held his left hand behind him and looked back at her seriously.

Myrtle can be transformed in a thousand years, with a drop of painstaking, priceless, and can cure all diseases.

But if he loses his energy, his cultivation will be dissipated, and there is only a period of three months of human form.

Arrow shook his head slightly, then stared at her in silence.

A Tao lowered her head: "It's A Tao's sin, please punish you."

But he heard Arrow ask her: "How many months have it been?"

A Tao's eyes trembled, and she clung to the veil that Arrow gave, but she shook her lips and smiled faintly: "Two months and eight days."

With a sound of "click", a drop of rain finally condensed, and fell from under the eaves to the piled shallow pit. She changed her heart and soul for two months and eight days, and she remembered every day.

She heard Aro's long and soft breathing, as if hitting her ears, she lowered her head and counted quietly, one, two, three, four. Between her and the grown-up, there were several breaths of mutual care.

At the ninth time, Arrow turned around and sighed at her: "Go back to Taishan Mansion."

A warm mist appeared in A Tao's eyes, and he bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."

The cloth pocket in her arms was hooped too tightly, and the contents inside seemed to be broken, supporting her soft belly. She touched it, and remembered what Ain said that day--this, she likes to eat fine food.

After all, I couldn't keep the noodles I bought for her. Originally, I just wanted to have a little bit of unknown connection when Arrow wanted to eat noodles in the future.

A Tao raised her eyes and saw A Luo's remaining black umbrella, standing alone by the door.

She smiled quietly, picked up the umbrella and turned to go to the depths of the rain.

It seems that there is only one sentence that I forgot to say: A Tao was under the bridge when he ran into a howling Fu Wuyin outside the Naihe Bridge on that day.

But when Arrow turned his head back, the pink auricle was all over it, and Tao was the first to see it.