Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

On the second day, even Ma still hadn’t waited for Ah Chun.

Li Shiyi soaked a pot of Taiping Houkui that he bought yesterday, packed up his things and set off on his way home. Ah Yin arranged the box early, and sat at the table, dialing the stove.

“This winter is getting longer and longer.” Ayin yawned.

Li Shiyi handed her a cup of tea and listened to Lian’s mother picking vegetables in the yard outside.

Ayin glanced at her: “What day is next month, do you think of it?”

Li Shiyi sat aside: “What?”

Ayin grilled his hands on the stove: “Next month is my master’s death, and since I entered the soil, he hasn’t been to see his old man for many years. This time, it’s easy to loose your lazy bones. If you are free, stay with him. I’ll go back.”

She saw that Li Shiyi was thinking about it, and then said: “Your master was also buried there. Go and take a look at it. It’s considered filial piety.”

A Yin’s voice was a little hoarse: “In this cold winter, I don’t know if the bones under the ground are not frozen.”

Just as Li Shiyi nodded, before speaking, he heard the bang of the door, and the youngest Tuo stepped in the door, shaking his frozen hands: “I just went to see the nineteenth. Guess what, I slept the same…”

He was stunned in place, half-empty breath did not come out, the breath spread around his mouth like a gossamer, with a big head shaped like a frozen melon, and asked, “Who are you?”

He looked at Li Shixi, who was not yet in disguise. His long stature was wrapped in a white shirt, and his shoulders were simply covered with thick coats. His half-length hair just passed his chin, and he smoothly swept the angular chin with clear eyebrows. But Qingli, resting on the fair and smooth skin, seemed to be carved out of ice.

Li Shiyi’s face was turned sideways, and his eyes were drooped, and he glanced at him unhappily.

This look is very familiar. Youngest Tu took a breath, his calf trembling for no apparent reason.

“It’s over,” Ayin rolled his eyes, as if taking a burden that he couldn’t get rid of: “This time I really become my own.”

Li Shiyi turned his burning right hand over: “First of all, remember to knock on the door next time.”

Tu Laoyao blinked his soybean eyes twice, stuck his head stiffly, and withdrew his right leg like an order, retreated outside the threshold, stretched his arms to close the door, and stood in the wind for two or three seconds before raising his hand and knocking. Ayindao came in and shook his head with Li Shiyi and laughed: “This is a living treasure.”

Tu Laofu entered the house and stood on tiptoe carefully as he did when he took the train the first time. He just forgot to clean his nails. He only used his nails to pick up the tabletop, and he didn’t know whether he should sit down or not.

He didn’t dare to look at Li Shixi, he only secretly glanced at half of his eyes. He looked like a movie star, and he was a little bald in his heart because of his beauty. There are so many places for this aunt to hide, and I don’t know where it is. Road Bodhisattva.

Seeing that he only cleared his throat and didn’t speak, Li Shiyi asked him, “I just went to Room Nineteen. Did you knock on the door?”

“Knocked, knocked.” The youngest Tu Yao hurriedly responded, thinking carefully when he finished speaking, and couldn’t remember the knock, but he didn’t knock.

Li Shiyi raised his wrist and made a cup of tea, and put his hand on the table in front of him. The bottom of the cup slammed inwardly, as if he had brought the youngest Tu back to his soul: “You just now, what are you going to say?”

“I want to say…” Tu’s youngest “hissed” his teeth, not knowing where he had thrown it, so he looked for another conversation and said, “Shicai listened to the muttering of you two, as if not going back to Beiping?”

Li Shiyi nodded: “Let’s go to Shandong and see Master.”

Tu Yaoyao said “Oh” and saw her as before. He felt relaxed a lot. After thinking about it for a while, he said, “Since it’s a teacher’s business, I will not go with you. The girl always makes people feel uncomfortable-don’t worry, Aunt Yin, grandma. Eleven sister, I will be with you on Jiaodong Road, and then go back to Sijiucheng by myself to find my mother-in-law. Will it be successful?”

“Jiaodong Road? Shandong?” Jiaoqing’s throat rang, and like the cold air from the cracks of the door, he took a bit of the heat of the silver charcoal inside the house. Song 19 wore a lotus-colored jacket with a tufted rabbit fur collar. A full moon-like face, standing at the door with a full smile.

Tu Yaoyao said “Oh”, followed her into the house with both eyes, and sat down in a familiar manner, muttering in his heart: Song Nineteen didn’t knock on the door, and Li Shiyi didn’t see anything.

Woman’s heart, needle on the seabed. Tu Laoyao took a sip of tea, wrinkled his face and came to a conclusion. Suddenly remembered what was important, pointed at Li Shiyi, and asked Song Shiji: “Look at who this is, do you recognize it?”

Song Nineteen softly supported his face, his big eyes flickered, and carefully confirmed: “Youngest Tu, you have amnesia?”

Youngest Tu Yao was taken aback, swept his fingers around, and said in horror: “Do you know what she looks like? You all know?”

Song Jiu was stunned. Only then did he realize that Li Shiyi had a face, so he tilted his head and admired his eyes with satisfaction, remembering that he had just painted the youngest boy’s “this look”, and he was quite uncomfortable. Happy.

“Just I don’t know?” Tu Laoyao felt aggrieved, and said to Li Shixi after being silent for a while: “Since you are a good-looking man, what do you do by pretending to be ugly? I’m afraid that… “

He was distraught, and the light fell on Li Shiyi’s hand, but that hand was placed on the edge of the table, unconsciously spotting the circle, a lot of Jiangyang robbers were swayed by life.

As soon as the fragrant wind flew, Ah Yin’s silk was taken out before his eyes, which stopped his random thinking, but listened to Li Shiyi: “Walking in the rivers and lakes, it is more convenient.”

Ayin fiddled with the waves and smiled: “When she was a teenager, she went to an old tomb. She was not very skilled and provoked a female ghost. She chased her on the ground for two or three months and cooked her meals. Eat. I just arrived in Beiping two years ago. I was invited by the army master to open the coffin. As soon as he came out of the tomb, the soldiers surrounded him, saying that the army master looked at her and wanted to ask her to be a little wife. Let’s Eleven sisters look like…”

She sighed with a smile, and bit her lip with her eyes sideways.

The youngest Tuo understood, and said, “Yes. You show your face, and you always beg in the men’s pile. The current army master is a little flat-headed…” He hesitated to speak, but he didn’t have the courage. There was a loud “ahh”.

After a few people were quiet for a while, the youngest Tu was shy and said: “It is different now. What I said when I went to the tomb with you for the first time, you can count it. You have my brother Tu Sanping, let us again Once you have a house, you have to be a bit smart. You don’t have to use you to negotiate business in the future, just send me. Your cigarette stand, I will stick it for you, you don’t have to come and go in the wind and rain, I’m looking for it. If you are working as a student, your younger siblings like it too.”

“Look,” Ayin said with a smile, “I’m eating street food, my mind is so active. I thought about a way for eleven, and I was just like a cigarette stall.”

The words were sour and sweet, and I don’t know whether they were praise or derogation. The youngest Tu Yao just didn’t understand and didn’t feel annoyed. He licked his face and got close to Li Shi. He hehe smiled and said, “According to me, it’s better to Buy a foreign car, and you will get into the car after you leave the house. If you sit back there, no one will find you.”

Li Shiyi said: “It’s better to ask two drivers, three in charge, and twenty maids.”

Ayin clapped the table: “Call another team of guards.”

Youngest Tu swallowed, looking at the two with a smile but not smiling, shrinking his neck and sitting back.

The author has something to say:

Su Shi’s “Begonia”: “I’m only afraid of falling asleep late at night, so I burn a high candle and put on red makeup.”