Reading The Remnants

"Fart!" Ah Yin didn't hold back, breaking the dazed air first.

Chun Ping was so frightened that her shoulders shrank, her pupils did not retreat in the slightest, her eyelids flickered, staring at her with extreme restraint.

Ayin regained her senses in her eyes, her breastbone shrank quickly, lowered her throat and frowned, "If you think about it, it's not that you're too confused. It's only after this year that you can barely reach the fifteenth year of the Republic of China. Will it be eaten next year?"

She asked repeatedly: "President Sun is gone at the beginning of the year, do you remember?"

Chunping swallowed, her eyes flickering nervously, glanced at Song Jiu, who was frowning, and then whispered: "Mr. Sun is gone since he remembers."

Her bright eyes were foggy and she looked suspiciously and vaguely at the crowd. The huge panic knocked her dizzy. She needed to hold on to the uneven wood under the table in order to grasp a bit of realism.

In her confused eyes, there were the quiet silhouettes of Li Shiyi, Song Shiji and A Luo, like fishermen floating on the sea, looking at the silent reef in a lone lamp. And A Yin is a shark with a sharp voice, which brings the hazy bewitching to a new level.

The head suddenly dizzy, and almost fainted in the shocked expressions of everyone, Chunping took a deep breath, and strongly restrained the uneasiness, so that Ayinxu's chattering quick words regained the chaotic thoughts.

Ayin cocked her legs with a "hiss", and looked at her sideways. Seeing that her bloodless expression really didn't look like a fake, she handed her curving index finger to her lips, unconsciously bit, put it down, and took her finger. Rubbing his lips back and forth, he asked Arrow: "Did Chunping go wrong with the bare vagina, or are we?"

Before A Luo could speak, she suddenly remembered something, and shook her head in denial: "The wonton stalls on the street and the pig-killing Chen Mazi are all the same as before. We must have not moved."

She knocked on the kraft paper envelope on the side again, and said quickly: "The letter from the youngest one of Tu says that Sishun is not yet his age. Please go back and see him catch Zhou."

She came to a conclusion in a few words and nodded solemnly to Chunping: "You have gone wrong."

Her logic is very simple. Compared with the same group of people, it is much less difficult for one person to go wrong.

"Go, what do you mean by turning off the vagina?" Chunping's chin couldn't stop trembling, but her heart gradually turned to the sun. It's strange that Ayin's dress, the streets and alleys and Le Changping, and the money she saw... it's not an ordinary style.

He didn't enter Huangquan, but he went back to the past.

The sawdust fell into her nails, which became swollen and became the only sense on her body. She was about to speak, but felt that the hand hidden under the table was covered with a piece of silk. The silk was gently swept, three or two. Sweeping down the crumbs between her fingers, she immediately wrapped her hand and took it down gently and without losing strength.

It was not silk, but Song Jiu's delicate and boneless hands.

She saw Song Jiu with the other hand supporting her forehead, lifting her eyebrows, her lips curled, and she said, "That's how it is."

Her tone was indifferent and meaningless, she didn't take the cause of this chaos to her heart, it seemed that it was only worth three seconds for her to raise her eyebrows and nod her two heads, saying so.

She suddenly understood why all the lice on Chunping's head died. It was a coincidence that she turned the time back, but the living creatures beside her might not have the ability.

Chunping was very capable, with a smile in her eyes, and nodded approvingly.

Chunping didn't know where her approval came from, but inexplicably made her press a lot. Only then did people look at her as if they were looking at a homeless bereavement dog, but Song XIX's hands were held together. Make a small and warm nest.

She involuntarily moved her body towards Song Nineteen.

A Luo looked at Li Shi, and Ah Yin also looked at Li Shi. The atmosphere was very subtle. Li Shi looked down for a while, lifted his eyelids and scanned the tabletop, and asked, "Who is doing the dishes today?"

"Me." Wu Qian stood up and rolled his cuffs unhurriedly.

After seeing Arrow lowered his neck and nothing else, he began to set up the tableware and chopsticks.

The sound of bone china collision is too common, and it can easily cause bizarre conjectures to fall to the ground. After living for hundreds of years, there are so many weird things to see. Five coins are not very panicking, and big things may not have the coolness in front of them. It's hard to cope with the drenched oil flower seeds.

There was the sound of Chunping walking upstairs wearing cloth shoes, but he rarely lost his mind in the washing action. On the window of Xiao that had been wiped by the frost, a timid face with dimples was printed. He remembered five When the mother was sentenced, there were two sentences in the family book-life and death are in order, don't mess with the time.

He chewed and chewed these words, then lowered his head expressionlessly, and tucked Wu Niang's smile into his calm eyes.

A Luo, who had a lunch break, rarely closed his eyes, and Ayin, who was hesitant to speak, also rarely opened the book. A Luo looked at her sideways. She looked quiet and cute, like a literate, just habitually. Biting his nails, it doesn't matter how many days Koodan has been fresh.

A Yin turned over a bit, but still couldn't find the point, so he threw the book down, and withdrew his bare feet into A Luo's arms. In the cold weather, her whole body seemed to be covered with ice ball, so that A Luo had a little chestnut, but A Luo did not withdraw, and reached out to embrace her, and the soft soles of her feet touched her as if touching her.

Ayin put her cheek on the side of her neck, exhaling a chill, and asked her in a low voice, "It's Chunping's sake, you know, don't you?"

Arrow lowered his eyes to look at her, fingers through her hair, played with a strand of hair, and replied, "I can guess it."

Ah Yin looked at her suspiciously, blinking, his eyelashes fanning on Ah Luo's chin, itchy.

As soon as Arrow’s chin was closed, he seemed to swallow his throat gently, and his voice was soft and seductive: "Here we are, the only one who can work on the time is Ah Jiu."

Since Song Nineteen came back, she hadn't sorted out her attitude towards her, and now this sound is not "Nineteen", nor "Nine Yin Yin", but "A Jiu" who has considered repeatedly not far and near.

"On the day Ah Jiu returned, the lamps were all extinguished, day and night there was no light, and the hour greeted his lord with its own fluctuations."

Henggongyu can feel the fluctuations, but not necessarily those beside them.

"By chance, the disturbed Time Dao accidentally brought Chun Ping back and brought him to the **** of Zhongshan."

Therefore, Chunping always instinctively approached Song Jiu, so she was dizzy and burnt when she saw a stranger. She didn't belong here, but was forced to stay, only Song Jiu could keep her spirit. It is also natural to avoid intersection with others.

"So..." Ah Yin bit her lower lip.

Arrow asked softly: "The autumn chrysanthemum in spring, the summer lotus in winter, and the flowers that are out of season. How long can they bloom?"

A Yin's heart trembled.

The same trembling was Li Shiyi's hand picking up the calligraphy and painting in front of the desk. Her ears moved slightly, and all the words separated by the wall were incorporated into the divine consciousness. Arrow was talking to Ayin and also talking to Li Shi. One listen.

She twisted a corner of the rice paper in front of her with her hand, and looked at the words above her lips with her lips.

The four characters "Pingshui meet" in the center are not unfamiliar. The unfamiliar ones are underneath, with a row of crooked, earthworm-like strokes, depicting these four characters.

The handwriting varies in shades, and he doesn’t pay much attention to it at first. Even the inadvertent ink ideas on the side show the strangeness of the writer. Li Shiyi looked at the four characters with scattered skeletons and vaguely saw a little girl. She is not sneaking into the study, so religious that she dare not show it out, drawing the gourd stroke by stroke.

Li Shiyi raised the pen, thought about it, and put it down.

In fact, she didn't finish her words that day.

"Meeting in plain water, it's all guests from other countries." Li Shiyi showed an unsuccessful smile and sighed. It really was a guest from another country.

The door was pushed open, Song Jiu walked in, his fur collar swept his face like frozen hibiscus, the sheepskin gloves took off, and he patted the cold air on his head. Seeing Li Shiyi, she rolled her lips and smiled, put the envelope in her hand on the table, lowered her head and pulled out a stack of card-sized paper, the paper was covered with glue, and the familiar silhouette was contemplative.

She put a few photos on the table and unfolded them for Li Shiyi: "Last time I took Chun Ping to the photo studio to take pictures. It's been washed out today. Look, do you look good?"

Li Shiyi glanced at it. In the photo, Chunping was sitting awkwardly, with a slight panic in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, and she moved her cheeks very festively. nineteen.

Song Nineteen relaxedly straddled on the armrest of the wooden chair, smiling as the spring breeze was blowing in his face, expressing his emotions.

Li Shiyi's eyes opened and closed slowly, and her index finger touched Song Shiji's shoulder on the photo, and stopped on the hand she was clasping with Chunping.

Her expression was different. Song Jiu smiled sharply, put his eyes on Li Shixi’s fingertips, and then went round and round, still bending the corners of her eyes, and said, "I'm always thinking," Why did she treat me three minutes closer than others, and I also saw her like before. Today I know that I have such a fate."

The tone of the sigh was not very obvious, it sounded like a temptation.

Li Shi kept raising his shoulders, holding her hand, and squeezing it in the palm of his palm, before repliing, "Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's eyes condensed, and he fixedly looked at her.

The western clock tickled and moved forward like a boat, stirring up the waves on the water.

Listening to the orderly second hand, Li Shiyi intertwined the five fingers with Song Nineteen. The palms of the two were close to each other, and her eyes stood up in a dilemma.

She said flatly and softly to Song Jiu: "Send her back."

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