Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Ayin had seen a girl’s thoughts, but he didn’t necessarily see the appearance of Weiwei’s blooming spring flowers being beaten by frost. Song nineteen’s eyes were perplexed, but his face was whiter than wall putty, and he said with a wooden face, “Tu, the youngest member of Tu?”

The youngest Tuo’s soy eyes and big belly passed through her mind, and her thick palms looked like a grin, and she wished to wipe her neck immediately.

Ayin stood up, propped his head with his wrists, and smiled: “If not, could it be me?”

She raised her hand to touch Song Jiu’s chin, and shook her head: “I can’t make it. My garden is full of peaches and plums, but you are a little gardenia.”

Song Jiu hid the lower half of his lip-biting face in the quilt, paused, and denied in a low voice, “Neither.”

Ayin squinted her eyes slightly and looked at her for a while, the corners of her mouth curled up speciously, and she gave a soft smile, then lay down again, not knowing whether she was happy or unhappy: “Eleventh…”

Song Nineteen’s face was powdered, but she didn’t leave her meaningful pause before turning over and asking her: “What?”

Ayin looked at the top of the bed with the shadow of the wooden shelf, and smiled: “Since her master left, she has been alone, and she has never seen what she likes or what she doesn’t like.”

Ayin tilted his head to look at Song Jiu: “She treats you well, isn’t she?”

Song Nineteen nodded.

Ayin said: “Her heart does not know what it is made of, she looks cold, but everything is easy-going, meticulous and thoughtful. But the harmony of others is close, but the eleventh is only amiable. She treats others for three or four points. There is still room for nothing in the end.”

“Put your heart on her, are you afraid of it?” If you throw a heart to others, whether it is water or mud, you can always hear a sound, but if you put it on Li Shiyi, it will be done. With the invisible and intangible wandering soul, if Li Shiyi didn’t say it, none of them would be able to see.

Regardless of whether it was buried, Ah Yin sighed.

“Not afraid.” Song Jiu shook his head, pursing his small mouth, his eyes still gleaming.

Ayin patted her on the head, smiled, and listened to Song Jiu’s question: “Then you say, does she like me or not?”

Ayin glanced at her, and rolled over the quilt tightly: “What do I eat? I like this stuff, how do I know?”

“Ask the youngest member of Tu, he has a special liking.” Ayin yawned vaguely with his sleepy voice.

No dream for a night. The terrain was remote, but fortunately it was very quiet. A few people slept well, but the youngest Tuo woke up once in the night, squinting his eyes and heading for the latrine. He vaguely saw the light below his head, and it was still bright, muttering. One sentence: “Really don’t need money?” Then he went back to the room and snored.

A Yin slept to loose his bones, and didn’t get up until three poles in the sun. After playing with water, he washed his face, and pushed the still sleepy Song Jiu up. The two of them were lazily dressing up, and they went downstairs in half an hour.

In the blue sky, the downstairs was not as deserted as it was last night, and I also gathered a few tables of individual guests, eating and chatting, the aroma of roasted meat and sake passed through the mouth of the melon field and plum, and it became more greedy. Ayin sat down with Song Nineteen to Tu Yaoyao. On the table was a tray of paper-skinned buns thin like cicada wings. The thickness of fresh meat and the mellowness of yam overlapped with a stunning aroma, and a few oils on the other side. Soaked ghee whirl, and two bowls of sweet foam like porridge and not porridge.

Li Shiyi brought the vinegar from the next door and sat down beside him. Song Shijiu was a little uncomfortable because he confided in his mind earlier yesterday. He flashed his eyelashes twice and just drank porridge. Li Shiyi saw that she had caught a bun. Ask her: “Do you want vinegar?”

Song Jiu shook his head, paused and said, “Yes.”

Ayin bit the back of his hand and laughed, Li Shiyi frowned, picked a plate and poured it on Song Shiji.

“Thank you.” Song Jiu said, looking at the vinegar sauce.

Li Yixi took a hand, took the vinegar bottle back, and turned his head slightly to look at Song Jiu.

Song Jiu hung his head and bit two bites of meat buns before raising his head. He was startled when he saw Li Shiyi, and asked her softly, “Did you post it today?”

She touched her right cheek with her finger. Li Shiyi shook his head: “There are few people, so I don’t bother to dress up.”

Li Shiyi dragged the ending sound lazily, and looked down at the corner of the table with his index finger propped on his forehead, slowly moving up, with an unpretentious face, very casual and lazy.

Song Nineteen’s heart burst again, his eyes followed her fingertips, as if she slashed across her heart, and said: Here, here, here, give it all to me, okay?

good.

Song Nineteen put down his chopsticks, took a paper towel and wiped his mouth, pinched the paper ball again, and held the corner of his lips in his hand.

While eating was lively, the proprietress Atang came over and asked with a smile: “You can eat well? Did you have a good rest yesterday? Is it going to be another night today?”

Tu Laoyao said: “The food is good, the bed is warm, but the eldest sister, your candle light is also bright, I woke up last night, I didn’t pay attention but thought it was bright.”

He looked around and said, “Why does this daylight man still hold a lamp?”

There was nothing left and right, Atang sat down and glanced at the greasy oil lamps everywhere. It didn’t look very eye-catching in the daytime. The tongue of fire was dangling, and the wind caught the wind outside, but the flame just slanted his body. , Fu stood up firmly again.

Atang folded his hands on the table, sat slantingly, raised his chin to the oil lamp, and turned his head: “Everyone does not know what is the ordinary oil lamp, but it is mermaid ointment.”

“Mermaid cream?” Ayin frowned.

Youngest Tu knew that when he couldn’t understand him again, he didn’t say anything, and only grabbed an oil spinner calmly.

“I seem to have heard of mermaid cream.” Song 19th thought for a while.

“Qin Huangling.” Li Xi said.

Song Nineteen glanced at her and remembered: “I read “Historical Records” a few days ago, and it said: “The first emperor first succeeded to the throne, pass through Lishan, and conquer the world. Three springs, the coffins were caused by the copper, and the palaces and hundreds of officials and strange objects migrated to the full. The craftsman made a crossbow arrow, and the one that penetrated it was shot. The mercury is the river and the sea, and the machine is infused with the equipment. Astronomy has geography. With mermaid cream as a candle, it will last for a long time.’”

She shook her head for a long period of time, and then glanced at Li Shixi. Li Shixi also turned his head to look at her, met her gaze, curled her lips and smiled faintly.

“Ayin,” Tu Laoyao knocked on the table, “translate.”

Ayin didn’t get angry and laughed instead, and said softly, “I said that there is no wonder in the world, and any old food gang dared to arouse his aunt’s grandmother.”

The youngest Tuo originally listened with his ears, but waited for a moment of teasing with guns and sticks. He immediately constrained his shoulders. Lai smiled and said, “Where is the call? That’s all for insight.”

Ah Yin looked a little pleased, and twisted his head: “According to legend, there is a mackerel outside the South China Sea, who is also called Quanke, who is similar in shape to a human, but lives in the water. This mermaid cream is made from the bones of the mackerel. It is said that one drop can be combusted for several days. In the tomb of the Emperor Qin on the 11th, there is a scented wax made of this mermaid paste, which will protect the earth forever.”

Tu Laoyao looked at the mermaid lamp in amazement, and there was some joy on his face: “This emperor’s stuff, can we also enjoy it?”

“There is such a baby in your little shop.” Tu’s youngest member gave a thumbs up.

Atang said, “This is also an opportunity. We are near the sea, but there are no fish. I went to the beach last two years, but I saw a few fishermen net the dying sharks, saying that they seemed to be stranded. I see. So it didn’t live long, so I bought it, boiled oil and used it as a lamp. Fortunately, the fishermen weren’t knowledgeable, and they were afraid that it might cause trouble, but only a few hundred dollars.”

“It was for this reason, no wonder.” Ayin murmured. No wonder it is bright at night, no wonder there is a strange fragrance burning, no wonder that the bones are used as lights, no wonder it attracts wandering souls.

“What does the Shaman look like?” Tu asked Lao Yao.

“It’s very ugly, it doesn’t look like a human being. The skin is like a scorpion skin, it has a finger as thick as a finger, there are small holes in the neck, and there are only two holes in the ears.” Atang said.

“Oh.” Tu’s youngest laughed, and lost his curiosity.

After everyone was silent for a while, Ah Tang stood up to clean up the dishes and said, “When I was cleaning up the house, I saw cooked glutinous rice in the corners and black donkey hoofs on the beams of the room. I dare to ask, are you gentlemen? “

Li Shiyi raised his eyes: “What?”

Atang piled up the dishes: “I heard that going further north, near Maer Mountain, there is an old tomb. It is said that the emperor escaped to repair it. There is a lot of gold in the tomb. Many gentlemen and warlocks went to the tomb. Down.”

“Hey!” Shengshi Antique Chaotic World Gold, the youngest Tu’s boyfriend, “Can someone get it?”

Atang shook his head: “Some are dead, but some come back, but the dementia is reluctant to say anything, and don’t know what’s in it.”

After Ah Tang finished speaking, he put aside the top bowl, picked it up and went to the kitchen back.

Li Shiyi pondered for a while, saying that he was thinking about it for a while, got up and went back to the guest room. A Yin leisurely knocked the seeds, listening to the gossip on the next table.

Song Jiu retracted his gaze following Li Shiyi’s back, and pulled the sleeve of Tu’s youngest boy.

Youngest Tu stopped his hands peeling melon seeds: “What’s wrong?”

Song Jiu lowered his throat: “You said, Li Shiyi likes me or not?”

“Like it.” Tu’s youngest chewed the seeds twice.

“Really?” Song Jiu moved his ears.

Youngest Tu was happy: “Which one of us doesn’t like you?”

Song Jiuheng glanced at him, unwilling to give up: “It’s not like that. It’s… you have a soft spot, you are like your mother-in-law.”

Tu Laoyao was taken aback, watching Song Jiu chew the air a few times, shaking his head so that the flesh on his cheeks trembled: “That’s not a liking.”

“Why?” Song Jiu’s heart tightened.

Youngest Tuo said seriously: “She is your mother.”