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I thought about it for three or two days, but actually I didn't need to think about it for three or two days.But the squirrel got a chestnut with a big head, so he had to hold it in his arms for two days, and the candle dragon got a long-planned candy, so he had to keep it in his smile for two days.

She remembered the first time she had a relationship with Li Shishi. She was hit by the repeated scarves and the four words carefully prepared by the other party.

Now she was hit by Ling Heng's "don't have to".

It turned out that it was not "others don't need to intervene", but "I don't have to fight with you for so long".

In fact, she still has a lot of things that she hasn't figured out. For example, did Ling Heng fall in love with her when he was picking a pet in heaven and earth, or when he first met her in Taishan Mansion, or when he was fighting against her? .But she was willing to think about Ling Heng's mind a little longer, and a little longer.

She also wondered if Ling Heng had taken a fancy to her a long time ago, but waited for two or three hundred years, weaving Zhu Yan's matter into a small trap, just waiting for her reckless to break into the door?

A Yin is right, between friends, occasionally guessing their hearts can be regarded as fun.

After staying for another day, they set off on their way home. Song Nineteen, Li Shiyi and Tu Lao Chunping said goodbye to the people in Hejia Village. The third uncle's body had been worn out for a long time, and he was still weak. , My aunt wiped her tears by her sleeves, picked up a few handfuls of vegetables that were still oily, and originally caught a chicken, but after being hungry for a long time, it was wilting, and she might die on the way, which would be inconvenient. He just took out a few eggs, boiled them, wrapped them in a clean cloth, and stuffed them into Tu Laojiao's bag.

"Girl." She couldn't say goodbye, so she only shouted this sentence.

She knew that Shijiu was not an ordinary person, and she also knew that the elimination of the epidemic had something to do with her, but she had no experience and was afraid of saying something wrong, so she just pinched her hands and rubbed them.

Song Nineteen looked up at her. Auntie had been crying a lot recently, and her eyelids were loose and folded several times. When she looked at her, she always felt her face was blurred, and she felt anxious for a second.

"Sister Nineteen." Xiao Douding leaned against his aunt, the outdated "firecracker" was still wrapped around his waist, and he wound the thread lightly and heavily in his hands, pulling it once and then pulling it again.

It was his only toy, and his only weapon.

He felt that he was a little hero. No one knew that he dragged the firecrackers and ran from house to house, until he was exhausted and scared the plague beast back.

But heroes don't have to speak out.He never said it.

Song Nineteen talked to them a few words, then took Li Shishi to the entrance of the village. It was a very foggy day, and the snow on the mountain was still there, and the ground creaked when walking on it. Fortunately, there was sunshine shining from behind the snow-capped mountain. Coming out, Song Nineteen squinted his eyes.

She looked back with a feeling, and the village with white walls in Mowa still looked as good as an ink painting. The dusty villagers huddled together silently, their jackets rubbed and rustled, and they were not very energetic. , and only stretched their necks, most of them had no friendship with Shijiu, so they should all be watching for fun.

A few scattered women turned their heads with their children, and wanted to go to the place where the smoke was generated.

Xiao Douding ran a few steps, then stopped again, and there was a crackling sound behind him.

Song Nineteen turned around, leaned against Li Shishi's shoulder, and held little Chunping in his hand.

It was all a well-behaved farewell, one that could not be faulted.

On the second day, I rested in a nearby village. At noon on the third day, I felt the bustle of the town, and there were ox carts returning from the market one after another.The journey was very tiring, and the few people saw a simple tea stand from a distance, so they stepped forward to rest.

There were not many people in the tea stall, and the owner seemed to be a retired peasant soldier with a knife scar on his forehead half a bowl long.

Tu Laoyao brought a bowl of tea soup, drank a few sips with Gulu, listened to the student movement in Shanghai next to him, and went over to listen to a few words.The thin monkey on the right is well-informed, and anyone who speaks can speak a few words.

He handed Tu Lao Yao two beans and asked him, "Where did you come from?"

"Originally from the city of Beijing, now that the world is chaotic, you can settle down everywhere." The youngest Tu gritted the bean in his back teeth, "I just came from Hejia Village."

"Hejiacun?" The thin monkey's expression changed.

Li Shiyi twitched his right eyebrow and turned his face towards that side.

"Ah," Tu Lao Yao looked at his face and smiled, "Hey, plague, good morning."

He wanted to brag a couple of times, but after thinking about it, he stopped. Although Li Shiyi didn't promise anything, he compared himself to A Luo's five cents.

So he shook his head and his thighs leisurely, and then concentrated on peeling the soybeans.

Seeing that the thin monkey had a complex expression, he laughed dryly: "You are also fate."

The youngest Tu raised his face and heard something was wrong: "How do you say it?"

"Don't know yet?" The thin monkey and his companions exchanged color, smashed the chopsticks on the table, and curled their mouths down, as if crying, "Avalanche two days ago, all died."

He raised his chin and raised his eyebrows, as if scaring him: "The whole village."

The fat brother on the opposite side was really scared, and he was a little bit scared, his eyelids and cheeks trembled, his mouth was as white as putty on the wall, and he turned his head to look at Song Shijiu in a daze.

Song Nineteen looked over Tu Lao Yao and looked behind him, breathing slowly and evenly, digging the chopsticks with his thumbnails, not using much force, as if scratching an itch.

Chunping was so frightened that she was speechless, her eyes frantically flicked back and forth between Song Nineteen and Li Eleven, but Li Shiyi only pursed his lips, sighed, and asked Song Nineteen, "Peanuts, do you still want to eat?"

Song Nineteen came back to her senses, gulped down her throat two or three times, and the fluff behind her ears stood up hotly. She tried her best to calm down, but felt that her chest was sore and swollen. Tears.

She stretched out her chopsticks, trembling a little, put them down again, and then looked up at Li Shishi.

Li Shishi sat beside her, looking at her like an adult.

Song Nineteen lowered his head, thought for a while, and asked her, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes." Li Shixi nodded.

The fate is like this, it is not a plague, it will be something else.

"When did you know?"

"From the time I knew that Ah Luo loved Ah Yin very much, but I didn't interfere in her life and death." Li Shishi said frankly.

She sighed again: "I told you."

Life and death are orderly, don't mess with the time.

"But," Song Nineteen looked at her with blinking eyes, "you still let me go, and helped me get rid of the epidemic, which almost killed me."

She couldn't tell what the echo was reverberating in her heart at the moment, but it was both sour and astringent, but also enlightening and taming.

She felt Li Shishi caressing her cheek with his eyes, and said to her: "There are many things that we don't necessarily understand from the beginning. There are also many things that we know from the beginning that it is useless."

She paused, then said softly, "I am willing to accompany you to do useless work."

As long as you finally understand, finally understand, then it is not nothing.

Li Shishi's last eyes fell on Chunping, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then he lowered his eyes.

Rest at night in a nearby small town, the town is very small, the inn is also broken, and the small wooden building has a musty smell that cannot be concealed, but the boss likes to burn incense, which makes the smell even more weird.

Li Shishi and Song Shijiu finished washing and washing early, and sat at the table reading a book. When they were spread out, there were a few pages of rice paper that Chunping practiced calligraphy in. Li Shishi took it out, thought about it, and suddenly said: Have you been carrying her with you?"

It wasn't an order, nor was it a persecution. It seemed like it was just a casual question. If Song Nineteen said yes, she would just say "hmm" and walk with her without asking any questions.

But Song Nineteen hesitated. Looking at the messy handwriting, her eyes gradually became blurred.

She asked, "If she goes back, will she still remember us?"

"I don't remember." Li Shishi said.And, all traces of her will disappear.

Song Nineteen took out the photo with Chunping, put it on the table, and looked at it in a daze.

The door was tapped lightly three times, and Li Shishi tilted his head in response, but it was Chunping.

She was wearing a slightly long jacket with cuffs that covered her nails, which reminded Li Shishi of Song Shijiu who always wore big clothes when he was young.

"What's wrong?" Li Shishi's voice was very gentle.

"Can't sleep, let's talk." Chunping walked in, closed the door obediently, and took Song Nineteen's hand and sat down at the table.

Song Nineteen had something on his mind, and even smiled reluctantly.

Seeing her like this, Chunping blinked twice, and suddenly smiled: "Sister Nineteen, tell me, am I smart?"

She seldom took the initiative to start a conversation like this, and she never asked for any compliments. Song Nineteen was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Chunping said to herself, "I think it's smart."

"That day, when you went out with Elder Sister Eleven, I wanted to tell you that I had seen Uncle Tu, but I didn't have a fever. The next day, I understood that Uncle Tu is not a human being."

"You and elder sister Eleven saved Hejiacun, but you were so injured that you couldn't wake up for several days. After we left, we heard that Hejiacun died in an avalanche. I understood again. My mother often said that the king of hell called you three If you are dead, you will never keep anyone until the fifth watch. Each person has his own destiny, and he can escape the first day of the junior high school, but not the fifteenth day."

"I..." I don't want to stay in a place that doesn't belong to me anymore, and I don't want anyone to bear and take risks for me anymore.

Chunping raised her head and said with a smile, "Sister Nineteen, send me back."

Song Nineteen had a premonition from the first word she said, but her heart was still shaken when she heard this, she looked at her with her throat choked, her wet breathing made her eyes blur quickly, but she gritted her teeth and firmly remembered Li Shishi, who had survived the catastrophe, told her to "don't cry".

"In the past few days, I've been fed and warmed, but I've been thinking about that end all the time." Chunping stared at her embroidered shoes.

"At the other end, there are still many, many people who are suffering from catastrophe. If I... If I steal one person's life, I will make them suffer another day, an hour, or a second."

She bit her lip, her eyes glowing warmly.

Li Shishi stepped forward and held her shoulders.

Chunping sucked two mouthfuls of snot, and when she looked up again, she still smiled as hard as she could, regardless of whether the smile was shabby, she racked her brains to think of words to comfort her: "I am lucky and fateful, even the city of Nanjing ran out." Yes. The nineteenth and eleventh sisters are not ordinary people. If you remember me in that year, come to Chongqing to find me again. It’s in the temple at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. I don’t remember when I got there. Just ask, and you'll know."

"If I'm not here, if I'm not here..."

After all, she couldn't help but let the tears fall with a "click", wiped them away quickly, and said, "If I'm gone, I can put up a sign in the mud with the word Chunping written on it. People don't have a grave, if I have one, it's good."

"It's good to write about Chunping," she murmured with tears in her eyes, "It's also good to write about...meeting by chance."

Song Nineteen took her hand, finally bit his lip and shed tears.

Chunping was taken aback, and reached out to stroke her hair clumsily, just like Li Shiyi did in the past, she thought for a while, and then said: "When I go back, I enter reincarnation, and when I reincarnate, it would be best if I can live a good life." On a good day, you don’t get shot, you don’t get beaten, you have food, you read books, and everyone just laughs when they see it.”

"My mother said," she paused, "you can win."

The night will end everything, like lawful black impermanence.There are always rules in the world, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, like night and light taking turns on duty.But there are always some things outside the rules, which determine whether the day is cloudy or sunny, and whether there are stars at night.

After finishing speaking, Song Nineteen sent Chunping back to bed, and Li Shiyi stood in front of the desk, spreading out the book just now.

There was a cool wind outside the house, and there was a brilliance like a falling star, which was invisible to ordinary people, and only fell in Li Shishi's eyes.

She stretched out her right hand and pushed aside the pile of rice paper in twos and twos. The crooked words "Meet by chance" gradually faded, as if someone had carefully wiped them off with an eraser, leaving no trace.

In the photo on the side, there is a cramped but festive girl, wearing a bright red jacket, leaning against Song Shijiu.

Her figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared, leaving only a lonely space.

Li Shishi put the photo and the paper into the book, put them aside, and looked up at the dots of light outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open, and Song Nineteen walked in without saying a word, with bright eyes, fragrant fingers, and long hair hanging down to the ground.

Once she uses the technique of time, her hair grows an inch longer.

Li Shishi sat by the bed and waited for her, Song Shijiu walked over silently, snuggling on her lap, resting his cheek on the back of his hand, leaving her undulating and thin back.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, but this obedient movement of lying on her stomach seemed to be asking Li Shishi to touch her back.

Li Shiyi picked up the comb on the side and combed her long hair.Again and again, Song Nineteen was reminded of the auspicious words of the ancients for getting married—one comb to the head, two combs to the tail, and three combs to reach the eyebrows.

She rubbed her head against Li Shishi's lower abdomen and said in a low voice, "I know, she won't survive."

"When you met Qin Liangyu on Jinyun Mountain back then, you told me that General Qin had passed away and was reincarnated. You said, you checked the government records."

"If Chunping lives well after returning home, you will tell me. I will happily send her back."

"You don't want to lie to me, but you can't bear to tell me."

Li Shishi was still concentrating on brushing her hair, and when she had exhausted her words, she spoke slowly and gently: "God's inaction is not inaction, fairness, or the greatest act."

The job of God is to protect the greatest fairness and cause and effect in the world.

"Those who launch wars and provoke aggression must pay the price. Those who stand up to resist and get help will eventually usher in the light. After experiencing the smoke of gunpowder, one can understand the preciousness of peace, and one can have awe of life through death."

The sun will set, but it will also rise the next day.

People's endless life lies in the fact that they never lack the courage to bear the darkness, and never give up the hope of welcoming the rising sun.

Anything that Li Shiyi said has become a truth.Song Nineteen likes to listen to Li Shishi's reasoning.

"Is there any more? I still want to hear." Song Nineteen asked softly.

"Have."

There are many encounters in the world to make people stay together forever, but there are more encounters just to make you say "cherish" seriously when parting.

Li Shishi didn't say this, but she knew that Song Shijiu understood.

So she has more important things to say.

"Do you know why I picked you back then?"

Song Nineteen raised his head, his eyes were still red: "Why?"

Li Shishi smiled lightly: "Because you are so warm."

Time moved forward by these words, from the umbrella Song Nineteen threw down when he hugged the dirty Chunping, to the yard where Song Nineteen walked back even though he knew he was being guarded, from the time she was caught by her. Li Shishi, who was full when the stolen happy returned to her place, to her first roar when everyone was trapped in the black beast cave, to the dream that Daming, who was never willing to part with General Qin, created for her, to the Ah Chun, who had never met before, had a red nose.

In the end, a girl in men's clothing broke into Taishan Mansion fearlessly, seeking an explanation for her friend.

She may not be mature, and she may not always be rational, but she is sincere and soft, with a small warm heart in her big body.

"That day in the small building in Chongqing, when I waited for you to return, there was a sentence I didn't say." Li Shishi stopped the hand that combed her hair and put it on her gentle neck.

"You..." She paused, "You are better than all the girls I have ever seen."

"No, it's not just girls. Men, women, gods, ghosts, birds, beasts. You are the best if you can see what you can't see."

"It's not Shang Ke, it's your best."

"I should have told you earlier that I was wrong."

Song Nineteen bit her lower lip, smiled with tears in her eyes, and felt a little sad when she smiled. She felt that she was more and more like a human being. She heard that only people are like this, and when she smiled, she wanted to cry.

She remembered A Yao's saying that Li Yidu was reincarnated, and suddenly she had an absurd idea. Maybe after Lingheng picked Zhulong, he reported to the government. Judge Ling Heng entered reincarnation with her, made up for her mistakes, rectified her cause and effect, educated her, and persuaded her.Otherwise, how could the unparalleled Lord Lingheng be pushed into the path of reincarnation so easily?

Perhaps it was destined, just like Tang Sanzang put a magic spell on Sun Wukong, and Ling Heng put a heart lock spell on Zhulong.

It sounds a bit unconstrained, but she still has a lot of time to ask the people around her.

It was a beautiful day, the eighteenth of February.Winter has not passed, and early spring is approaching.

It is still some distance away from the March when all things recover, and it has not yet reached the April day of the world when the grass grows and the warblers fly.However, the best hope is when the good things are not coming, and the best when the bad things are not.

Li Shishi and Song Shijiu packed their bags and were going to Shanghai.She made up her mind, went back to the mansion and explained to Sister-in-law Tu, took a look at Sishun, waited for Ah Luo and A Yin, if they didn't come, she would leave a letter, and then went back to Taishan Mansion to have a look.

After a year, it's time to return.

Perhaps there are many, many questions.For example—is Mr. Wu still alive; how many years has Lian Ma waited; when will the shark's candle burn out;

Has Mulan finally grown to be 26 years old; has Abai been drenched in another sudden heavy rain; whether Yunniang's jealousy is enough to distinguish love; waste has stolen hundreds of catties of happiness.

General Qin's Daming may rise again; the lost Aping will eventually find a new way home;

Ah Yin followed Liang, sister-in-law Tu chased Tu Sishun all over the street, Yan Futi fell in love with feeding pigs, and Tu Lao Yao was studying the method of frying spiced melon seeds in Shen Tu Ling.

I heard that Wuqian often went to sit in a nunnery, and the myrtle under the bridge of Naihe also picked out new stamens.

In the winter of [-], an ignorant girl would fulfill a nonsense dream in the mountain temple.

As for Li Shishi and Song Shijiu, one day they will have a full sleep, wake up from the winter sun, and knock on the door of their hearts with their coffin-knocking hands.

Knock on the door of your heart and ask three times, one is where you come from, the other is where you are going, and the third is about the good looks in the world, who will be with me?

Li Shiyi heard a long answer.

She said——I have traveled thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and through the magnificent waves, I know you are different.

Summer willow combs branches, spring wind grows on both sides of the bank, winter snow reflects new wine, and the sky is cool for autumn.

The world is so colorful, but there are only three good colors, one for your bright eyes, one for your smile lines, and one for your heart.

I'm just your base color, and I'm so lucky to be your base color.

(End of the article)