Q coffin GL

Song Shijiu suddenly understood that in her relationship with Li Shishi, she never needed to argue about right or wrong, all she wanted was Li Shishi to care about her.Just like at the beginning, it was never Li Shiyi's attitude about right and wrong that made her hard to resist, but her sentence "empathy."

But now, Li Shishi's "yes" made her grudges go away, made her bones lighter, and her heart softer. She really became a swimming snake bent on the ground, clinging to her and kissing her willingly. .

She is such an unreasonable girl, such an ignorant girl, straight and straight are not as good as she wants, good and bad, black and white are not as good as she likes.

She stared at Li Shishi's eyebrows and eyes carefully, thinking carefully why she liked her so much.

Is it because her eyebrows are like green hills and her eyes are like lakes, or because her skin is like the snow wrapped in clouds in Changbai Mountain, and her lips are like honey fruits covered with dew in the mountains and forests.

When she bit into the honey fruit, she felt like nothing else, there was no fruit more delicious and fragrant than Li Shiyi, and it fascinated her even more.

The intertwined breath gradually warmed up, and the hands taming the little beast explored around, from the bare shoulder blades down the spine, and counted the unevenness of her spine inch by inch like a jade bead. Courtesy, etiquette and thought.

Further down, there is a waist that is as smooth as the edge of a bowl. The delicate skin gradually becomes rough, connecting with layers of scales. When Li Shiyi touched the scales, her waist trembled heavily, like a fish caught by waves. Pushed to the shore.

The fish ran aground and opened and closed its lips, extremely thirsty.Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi were entangled with each other, their scales opened and closed, and they were extremely thirsty.

Li Shishi's hands gently and meticulously stroked her scales, even her nails accidentally touched the tender flesh under her scales, but she did not show any curiosity about her real body. Touching slowly, his eyes firmly hooked on Song Shijiu, but he seemed to have looked at her from the inside out.

Song Nineteen was so sensationalized that he couldn't resist, the tip of his tail trembled again and again, rubbing unbearable marks on the ground.

This is her return to the nature of the beast, releasing her instincts, wild and unruly.

No matter what kind of form it is, it can't escape the control and enlightenment of these hands, arousing her love and desire, with a posture that is unstoppable by gods and Buddhas.

She finally returned to the mountains, her chaotic heartbeat was like the belly of a frog, her dripping sweat was like drops of water piercing stones, her thoughts were like stars all over the sky, bright and extinguished, gods and ghosts were unpredictable, densely packed, like a plate of loose sand.

And Li Shiyi's hand is the deep and brilliant Tianhe, the order in the chaos, the gathering in the scattered, the certainty in the unpredictable, and the possibility in the impossible.

She called her short and hoarsely in a low voice: "Eleven, eleven."

Song Nineteen suddenly realized his long-hidden selfishness.

Xiao Douding called her "Eleventh Sister", Chunping called her "Eleventh Sister", and since he realized it, he only called her "Eleventh".

It was an inadvertent premonition of fate, a premonition that today he would call her so obsessively and tenderly.

If there was no courtesy from the beginning, there would be no excuse to blame meng lang in the future.

In the early morning of the second day, Lao Yao Tu cooked the glutinous rice dumplings, and invited some girls out to eat noodles. Li Shishi answered the door, and Lao Yao Tu turned to another room. Just as soon as he raised his hand, he called Chunping who opened the door. face to face.

Chunping always got up early, and she was used to living with Song Nineteen, so she didn't cover her face for a while, and when she saw the youngest Tu, she was stunned, still not sober, and then cupped her face in her hands, covering her lips and nose tightly. Reality.

"You can't see me." She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling in anxiety.

"I saw it." Youngest Tu denied.

Chunping opened her eyes, then quickly closed them again, murmuring: "You didn't see me clearly."

The youngest Tu was amused: "Why didn't I see it clearly, the double eyelids are sharp, the eyebrows are sharp, the nose is ingot and the mouth is small, it looks like a mouse."

His metaphors have always been made blindly, and he uses whatever he uses, and he feels a little strange when he speaks.

Chunping didn't pay attention to this, but covered her face in annoyance. This old uncle Tu looked blunt than an old rusty knife, but his eyes rolled quickly.

So she put her hands down and didn't struggle anymore, she just said to Lao Yao Tu: "I'm not from here, sister Nineteen told me not to show my face to others."

"I see, what can I do?" The youngest Tu didn't understand, "You want to kill me?"

According to the story in the book, if Jiang Yang's bandit showed his face, he must be silenced.

But he only took half a breath of cold air, and then looked at the little girl suspiciously, she was as weak as a puppy, could she kill Grandpa Tu?

Chunping only looked at him sadly, then shook her head and covered her face in a muffled voice.

As soon as the talents were gathered, Xiao Douding came running quickly with his shoes on. He had been whipped by Song Nineteen yesterday, and he regained some energy, panting around the table, staring at the noodle soup bowl anxiously.

"Why did you get up so early in the morning to make noodles?" Li Shishi's nasal voice was waxy.

Song Nineteen coughed, and his nasal voice was also waxy.

"Today's thirty." The youngest Tu laughed "hehe" and gave everyone some scorpions.

This is still his daughter-in-law's ancestral handicraft. Tofu, pickled vegetables, and minced meat are minced, put a piece of lard and fried until fragrant, then add a few eggs, boil in hot water, and thicken the soup with gorgon powder , that is called a salty and delicious.Although there is a shortage of meat and lard today, he made a simple one, which was lively and lively.

As soon as Mr. Tu said, everyone remembered that it was New Year's Eve, and he could not go out for a few days, and also the village had been sick for several months.

Life is still short, who will celebrate the New Year?

Xiao Douding held the noodles without using chopsticks, first licked the soup on top, squinted his eyes and licked his tongue, then said to Tu Laoyao: "Uncle Tu, let's make a firecracker!"

This kid didn't look out at all, Tu Laoyao laughed at him: "You are so stubborn."

Xiao Douding shook his head: "My father said that firecrackers are used to drive away year beasts. You made firecrackers, and I carried them around the village to frighten the plague beasts, and maybe they died from fright."

"You carry it and run." Youngest Tu frightened him, "It's hard to say about the plague beast, you were killed first."

Xiao Douding was not afraid at all. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "If I die, I will die. Third Uncle and Aunt will live as long as they live."

Li Shishi's chopsticks stopped, and Song Shijiu asked him, "Why?"

Xiao Douding said, "Third Uncle is a good man. He dug the new well in the village. A good man should not die."

"I'm not good, I burned a bird's egg."

Song Nineteen was startled, and raised his hand to stroke his head.

The excitement lasted no more than half a day, and at night, the moon became lonely again.Tu Laoyao really made a "firecracker" for Xiao Douding, cut a few knots of bamboo, punched a hole in the center, threaded them into a string with hemp rope, tied him around his waist, and when he ran, the bamboo tube smashed on the ground. , but there is a bit of firecracker movement.

Xiao Douding was overwhelmed with joy, pulled the bamboo tube and ran wildly, circled around the people in the house, and then ran to the cold street, shouting as he ran, and drove the plague beasts from house to house.

The sound of "哗哗" gradually faded away, and Tu Laoyou gradually pulled back his spiritual consciousness, and sat with Chunping by the patio, watching Xingzi to watch the new year.He didn't have melon seeds or beans in his hand, he was not used to it, he just beat his calves indiscriminately, and he didn't know who he was asking: "What do you think Sishun is doing?"

"You said Grandma Yin and Silly Yan Wang, didn't they eat any dumplings?"

No one answered him, only Chunping leaned her head on the corridor, touched her forehead, and touched her forehead again.

Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi came out of the house, and they both changed into blue long clothes and trousers, under the shadow of the moon, they showed the character of ink characters.Song Nineteen brushed his hair aside, while Li Shishi wore a high ponytail abnormally.

The Floating Light Black Iron Fan twirled in Song Shijiu's hands, and Li Yiyi put his gloves on empty-handed slowly.

The two confessed to Lao Yao Tu a few words, and then they were about to go out.Before crossing the threshold, Chunping heard behind her shout: "Sister Nineteen."

Song Nineteen looked back at her.

Chunping glanced at Tu Laoyao, then pressed her face again. She wanted to ask Song Nineteen, she met Tu Laoyao this morning, Tu Laoyao was not from the house in Chongqing, she met her later, and she But why didn't it burn.

She concentrated on her thoughts and didn't speak for a long time. When she looked up again, she saw Song Nineteen smiled reassuringly, and said, "Come back and tell me."