Q coffin GL

The night was like a hungry monster, the lights in Sijiu City were all scattered, Li Shiyi and Tu Laomo didn't even say goodbye, so they went back to their respective houses.The cold wind flapped the wooden door. Li Shishi entered the room with Song Shijiu in his arms, kicked the door shut, placed her on the wooden bed, took out a buckwheat pillow with camphor fragrance from the cabinet, and placed it on her head. Then, she got hot water and sat on the side of the bed to wipe her body again. Seeing that she was being quiet and well-behaved, she couldn't help stretching out her index finger to touch her plump chin slightly, and said to herself: " what are you?"

Song Nineteen stared wide-eyed, spitting in confusion.

Li Shiyi laughed, got out of bed with his left hand on his right shoulder, thought for a while and moved some black charcoal from outside, and burned a charcoal basin.

After finishing the pose, she was already very tired, she forced her eyelids to boil the water, and then she relaxed and sat down in front of the mirror.Song Nineteen raised his chin, kicked his legs, struggled to turn over, and looked at her curiously.

In the sparse moonlight, she saw Li Shishi take off his gray robe, put it casually on the back of the chair, wring a hot towel and burn it on his right cheek, the mirror was foggy with steam, Li Shixi Without looking, he skillfully and carefully tore off the piece of softened rotting skin from his face, like tearing off a piece of painted skin attached to a bone.

The last bit of adhesion pulled her skin up, and then retracted, faint red marks appeared, the skin under the rotten skin was smooth and smooth, as white and tender as newborn, she wiped off the floating dust on her face bit by bit, The eyebrow line filled with coal was dyed black, black, yellow and yellow, and only then did she reveal her original face like green mountains and green waters.

Her face is neither stunning nor gorgeous at all, it is still clear and watery, and her facial features can't tell the difference, but when put together, she is so handsome and beautiful that people want to look at her for a second. Eyes, as if they couldn't get enough of them.

Song Nineteen blinked, and then blinked again, imprinting this face into his ignorant pupils.

After Li Shiyi wiped his face, he took off his melon skin hat again, and his bangs spread out smoothly without being oppressed.She poured a pot of boiling water, put on a towel and washed her hair outside the door, she moved very fast, washed it clean in two or three strokes, splashed the water outside, and walked in with the enamel basin in her arms.

While wiping her wet short hair, she was standing in front of the table by the kerosene lamp and flipping through a few books. The fragrance of soap locust was warmed by the lamp and wrapped around her slender fingers.

The first word Song Shijiu learned was probably cleanliness. In the dark cave tomb, in the chaotic world of mortals, in the turmoil of soldiers and horses, I met a very clean Li Shishi.

When the hair was almost dry and the sleepiness had passed, Li Shishi sat outside the door and enjoyed the cool breeze for a while as usual, before entering the door, lay down beside Song Shijiu lightly, and put on a quilt Seeing that her eyes were still open, he turned to her sideways, patted her waist twice with his hands, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

After Yu Bi retracted his hand, he leaned it against his face, and after a while, he closed his eyes and breathed steadily.

Song Nineteen kicked his short right leg and tried his best to turn over and lie on his side, staring at Li Shiyi's hand, and put his fleshy fist to his cheek with difficulty, then closed his eyes to calm his nerves, and fell asleep.

The wick had run out of kerosene, and the last bit of light was taken away by the howling cold wind. The clapper knocked a few times, and the thick bedding hung down halfway. If you didn’t pay attention, you would catch sparks, and a white and tender little man like a lotus root came down from the bed. , Turned over and fell to the ground with her round buttocks in her pocket, supported her legs on the edge of the bed, and stood up unsteadily.

The clothes on the little man's body were only half covered. He walked around the messy tables and chairs and walked out of the house in a daze. After blowing the wind for a while before going to bed, I got up again and entered the house.

When she went to bed again, she was much more agile. She climbed up to Li Shishi with both hands and feet, and pulled up the quilt for herself. I tried to stretch two calves, trying to twist them together, but I couldn't do it anyway, so I gave up and fell asleep with my head tilted.

In the early morning of the next day, after Li Shiyi finished washing and dressing, he put on his disguise again, looked at the bed with a heavy heart, and walked to the table in deep thought. He found a paper man with a thumb length in the cowhide book, and picked up a cinnabar pen beside him to write a few words indiscriminately. One word, and another formula, the paper figurine turned over immediately, stood firmly on the ground, and saluted very politely, with a clear and clear voice like a child: "Eleven."

Li Shishi said "Oh" and tapped it on the head: "Call Tu Laomao here."

The paper figurine followed the orders, slid down the table legs, stood still along the base of the wall, picked up a dead leaf and put it on its forehead, and fled away.

In this room, the youngest Tu made a meal for his wife. He was moving a bench and sitting in the yard washing bacon. Suddenly, he saw a small dead leaf swimming towards it from the bottom of the wall, as if being carried by ants. When he stopped by the bacon, he was wondering, when he saw the leaf turned over, revealing a small paper-cut figure, who bowed respectfully: "Tu Laojiao!"

Tu Lao Yao was so startled that he almost jumped up from the stool, pointed at it and said, "You, you, you... what the hell are you!"

The paper figurine looked very polite, and stood with legs crossed: "Eleven calls you over."

After speaking, it pushed up the leaves again, like a gentleman holding an umbrella.

"Elder Sister Eleven's messenger baby?" The youngest Tu looked at it staggeringly, then reached out to pick up its leaf umbrella, put it back only after the paper figurine protested, wiped his hands on his trouser legs, and walked into the kitchen: "You...wait a minute, I just made porridge and gave Elder Sister two bowls."

Not long after, the youngest Tu came out with a basket, and went to Li Shishi's house together with the paper figurine against the wall.

The old hen next door had just laid an egg, and clucked to claim credit, breaking the silence between Tu Laoyao and Li Shishi staring at each other.The youngest Tu grinned and pointed at the bed in disbelief, "This, is Song Nineteen? The one I carried back yesterday?"

Li Shiyi nodded, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, and the sunlight jumped in from the tip of her hair.

"Dear mother!" Youngest Tu leaned closer to look at Song Shijiu on the bed, his face was still as round as a silver plate, only his chin was slightly retracted, his eyebrows were still the same, but they seemed to be magnified by a diorama , changed into calico clothes, and was sitting on the edge of the small bed, looking at him expressionlessly.

Tu Laoyao tugged at her hand, then tugged at her foot, and then looked at her hair that grew past her ears. She couldn't figure out how the baby who was delivered just yesterday grew into a baby overnight. Looks like one year old?

Li Shiyi pursed his lips, shook his head helplessly, walked to the dining table, took out the food of Tu Laojiao, sat down with his legs crossed, and took a big gulp of the porridge bowl.

Tu Laoyou stared at Song Nineteen with lingering fear for a long while, then followed her to sit down, knocked a salted duck egg, and asked her, "I'm afraid it's not a monster?"

"I don't know." Li Shiyi still said the same thing.

"She won't eat?" The youngest Tu suddenly remembered this.

"I fed it yesterday, but I won't eat it."

The youngest Tu added another bowl of rice with a heavy heart, and scratched his head to think of a way: "What is the origin? Or, go to that coffin and ask again?"

"No," Li Shiyi shook his head and explained in detail, "After death and reincarnation, there are usually one or two parts of the spirit left in the coffin, and this coffin is the spirit that was asked. The spirit is weak and has no owner. If it wants to answer, it must first ask where it came from, and then ask where it returned, so that it can regain some consciousness, and only then will it have the memory of its life."

The youngest Tu was stunned when he heard this, and the movement of peeling the eggshells also slowed down.

"And after the spirit has a little knowledge, it can only answer one question. If it asks too much, the spirit has thoughts, and it is very easy to refine it into a soul. The soul gathers the soul, and the soul cultivates the body. It becomes what ordinary people say—— — furtive things.”

Tu Laoyao managed to understand it, in short, a coffin can only ask three times, and answer once, and it will not be enough if there are too many.

He sighed slowly: "There is still this particularity." He licked his lips worriedly: "How can this be done?"

Li Shishi put the bowl down and said in a deep voice, "After dinner, go out with me."

The more difficult the world is, the more lively the place of Fireworks and Willow Alley is. The alleys are soaked in the greasy smell of gouache, which seeps out from the cracks in the brick walls and piles on the faces of the people with hairpins leaning against the door and laughing.

Tu Lao Yao dodged the silk thrown by the young girl with a smile on his face, and teasingly touched Li Shiyi, who was not looking sideways: "You know the way, you can't tell."

Li Shiyi hugged Song Nineteen with one hand, seeing her grabbing his neck and looking around curiously with her little head stretched out, he pressed the back of her head gently with his left hand, making her bend down obediently on him shoulders.

The little breath was moist and warm, and it fluttered around her neck together with her curly eyelashes. Li Shishi glanced sideways and stroked her soft waist calmly.

The wooden ladder creaked, and the youngest Tu and Li Shiyi entered a courtyard, then stomped up the stairs, walked around several hollowed-out and carved rooms, and stopped at the end.Before Li Shiyi raised his hand to knock on the door, he heard a soft voice from inside: "Come in."

Lily-flavored tent incense was burning in the room, Lu'an tea was being boiled, a handful of melon seed shells were thrown on the ground, the shells were stained with fresh rouge, and long, slender, white legs were swinging out from the seam of the cheongsam, hooking Wearing a delicate embroidered shoe, dangling above the melon seed shell.

After only a few shakes, the embroidered shoes fell to the ground, and the owner threw the melon seeds in his hand on the table, and leaned on the table: "Hey, where did you get the doll from!"

The youngest Tu hadn't come back to her senses, she only smelled a burst of fragrant wind, the girl leaned forward, hugged Song Nineteen, sat back on the low stool with her legs crossed, stroked Song Nineteen's hair twice, The love and affection in her heart is about to overflow: "What a handsome girl, do you want to eat milk?"

While she was talking, she was about to unbutton the cheongsam, Tu Laoyao yelled, covered her face and stepped back: "Don't, don't, don't mind!"

"Bah!" The girl spat at him, stopped moving and hugged Song Nineteen, "I want to feed, so I have to."

The youngest Tu peeped out one eye, saw the girl smilingly handing Song Nineteen back to Li Shishi, and called her, "Eleventh."

Li Shishi twitched the corners of his mouth secretly, and nodded: "Ayin."

Tu Lao Yao put her heart back into her stomach, and then she had time to look at the girl named A Yin, with watery eyes, small mouth, pale white nose and pointed chin, and a three-pointed smile at the corner of her mouth when she spoke. Picking it up in waves, it looks like a very unscrupulous housewife.

Ayin seemed to know Li Shishi's purpose, so she ignored Tu Laomo, and walked to the dressing box with her waist soft, and found a kit from a drawer, which was exactly the same as the one Li Shishi used in the tomb.Ayin stuffed it into her hand: "Here, one qian of wormwood, one qian of raw rhinoceros, three qian of basil, half a tael of white wine, soaked shredded tobacco for 36 days, the same as before, exactly the same."

"Hey." The youngest Tu looked at her with admiration.

Li Shiyi accepted it graciously, and then straight to the point and explained why he came: "There is one more thing."

A Yin smiled deeply, and raised her eyebrows with a heart: "I touched the bones of the doll just now, it is neither a ghost nor a human being."

Li Shiyi frowned, bit the second knuckle of his index finger habitually, and thought silently.

"Touching the bone?" The youngest Tu couldn't help but make a sound.

Ayin chuckled lightly, and picked up the melon seeds again: "Since Shishi is willing to bring you here, there is nothing wrong with it. I eat with Shishi in the same group, but we have different sects. We touch bones in the south and coffins in the north. Have you heard of it?"

"No." Tu Lao Yao honestly shook his head.

Ayin rolled her beautiful eyes and ignored him.

But I heard Tu Laoyou looked at her suspiciously: "You are a professional, and you are in this business of prostitution? Are you not skilled?"

"Fart!" Ayin tossed the melon seeds, but did not show any anger on his face, "The others are selling themselves, but what I am doing is ideal."

The youngest Tu choked on saliva: "Is it ideal to do this?"

"You know what a fart." Ayin looked down on his stupid appearance very much, secretly exchanged glances with Li Shishi, and asked if she owed him a lot of money.

Li Shishi still looked like a clear soup with little water, he only slightly raised his eyelids, picked up Song Shijiu and was about to leave.

But I heard A Yin say: "Since you are here, I happen to have a business deal. I am not feeling well recently, and I don't want to fight. I just ask you, will you go?"

She held the silk and stretched out a finger, Li Shiyi turned and sat down: "Speak."