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The sound of drizzling water sounded like musical instruments that were not played in perfect harmony. Hands made of grease were fished out of the mist, loosened the twisted towel at the fingertips, stuck into the bedding, and wiped Song Song from top to bottom. Nineteen's back.

Her back is smooth and delicate, with attractive curves and ravines, and the butterfly bone is slightly raised, but not too abrupt, like a pigeon feather with its wings drawn.

A Yin looked at the red spot on the back of her neck, which was smaller than a grain of rice. The bright moonlight made it bigger, and her trance-like eyes made it the size of a fingernail.

It stays between the girl's flawless skin, like an unseemly intruder, and through the outline of Li Shishi's words, it looks like an uneducated seducer.

The girl in the romantic place, her jealousy and shame have peeled off at the same time, so she can calmly and senselessly joke about Li Shixi and Song Shijiu, but today she looks at the red spot, and suddenly feels a long-lost envy , that envy is very clean, and she is a little unworthy.

Ayin caressed the birthmark on her butterfly bone with her backhand. It was small and delicate, like a piece of rouge accidentally applied.Many people have seen this birthmark, Enke has seen it, Ah Luo has seen it, but Li Shishi has never seen it.

Feeling cold behind her back, Song Nineteen saw that A Yin was in a daze, turned around and called her softly, "A Yin."

She omitted the word "sister", as Li Shishi used to call her.

Ayin regained her composure, withdrew her hand and changed the water again, still covered the hot towel and wiped her sweat carefully.

There was nothing in the room, even the sound of the wind was quiet. When half a cup of tea was stopped, A Yin suddenly heard: "You are making trouble with her, aren't you?"

Song Nineteen frowned, and turned his face to look at her for no reason.

A Yin shook her head, and smiled in self-denial. Song Nineteen was so straightforward, so he knew what to do.

She suddenly understood something that she hadn't thought about in the quiet atmosphere.

She finally understood that liking and being together were very different things.Liking is just a thought that brings happiness to the soul, but being together is the same as raising troops to fight a war, and we pay attention to "seeking what is in the situation".

She and Li Shiyi had ten thousand opportunities to follow the trend, but she always sailed against the current, using duplicity to cover up that sincerity tightly and airtightly.This is not because of the snake, but because of herself.

Love is not wine, the longer it is kept, the more intoxicating it becomes, you have to let that person treat it like white rice and white noodles, chew it every day, and eat whatever dish you want, it will only taste good when it is good.

When Song Shijiu fell asleep, Ah Yin closed the door and came out. He was flicking the bracelet on his hand wearily, but when he looked up, he saw Li Shixi sitting at the stone table in the corner of the yard, resting his stomach in one hand, and fiddled with an empty jug with the other. , the thick porcelain was rolling back and forth on the rough stone slabs, she sat in the irregular sound and looked up at the moon.

She pressed her two fingers against the fattest belly in the center of the jug, and with a slight twist of her thumb, the jug turned in her hand, dangling, and it was an object for her to play with.

A Yin recalled the situation of drinking during the day, and suddenly remembered that she had learned the small movements of turning the jug from Li Shishi, but Li Shishi did it more lazily and more freely.

She looked at Li Shiyi's side face, stopped and couldn't walk over, and admitted with a voice in her heart that even though she and Ah Luo were upside down in the world, so happy that she didn't know what day or night, she still wanted Li Shishi to leave her behind. A thin kiss.

Fortunately, she only allowed her wanton thoughts to stay on the stone steps here and now.

She raised her leg and stepped down a step. The heel of her shoe touched the stone slab. Li Shishi raised her eyes and A Yin walked over: "Haven't you rested yet?"

"Yeah." Li Shishi lowered his wrist and stopped the jug.

A Yin took out a foreign cigarette and was about to smoke one when Li Shishi said, "Stop smoking today."

A Yin was taken aback, Li Shishi hadn't cared about her for a long time, so she asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Li Shiyi frowned lightly, knocked on the jug: "You drank a lot of wine."

Her smell of wine didn't dissipate for several hours, as if it had been sewn into her clothes.

Ayin pushed the cigarette back with her ring finger, played with the cigarette case in her hand, thought for a while, and asked her: "I just heard from Nineteen that we are going to find you."

Li Shiyi nodded, and saw Ayin lazily rubbing his neck: "When are you leaving?"

"In a few days." Li Shiyi pondered.

She thought of Song Nineteen saying that he would wait for Xiao Tu's youngest to land, and her eyes softened a little.In addition, she has other plans. Ayin hasn't returned to the alley for a long time, and she has some doubts. She wonders if the poison of the teng snake has weakened by a few percent over the years.

A Yin glanced at her sideways, and put down the cigarette case: "Then what are you doing these days? Are you going to a stall?"

"Not coming out." Li Shishi shook his head, glanced around, recalling the seeds Song Nineteen had sprinkled earlier, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "Plant flowers."

A Yin's eyes flicked up and down like a small fan, but he didn't say anything in the end.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Shijiu, who has good arms and legs, was in good spirits. He got up early and used to fetch water for Li Shiyi to cook. He knocked on the door but saw no one. Yao said, Li Shishi went to Zhangjiakou.

Zhangjiakou?Song Nineteen was startled, thinking about the green words from yesterday, he froze for a while.

She leaned against the courtyard door with puffed cheeks and didn't speak for a while.Not only did Li Shishi not take her with him, he didn't even inform her, and most likely went to the secret door in Qingqing's mouth. The imagination of barking her teeth and claws scratched up and down in her mind, and every trace was full of sour claws. mark.

After tasting the candied fruit, the young girl at the beginning of love finally began to take a bite of the sour fruit, which made her ribs hurt like hell.

She took a few breaths, barely controlled it, squatted down next to Tu Laoyao, picked up a branch and drew circles on the ground, stopped talking a few times, and asked him: "Is she annoying me?"

Li Shiyi was very angry yesterday, Song Shijiu still had some joy that she didn't know the source of, but now she has tasted the consequences, regretting that her intestines are green.

"What are you doing?" The youngest Tu didn't understand, "What did you do?"

"I..." Song Shijiu was at a loss for words, he couldn't say that she didn't let Li Shishi wipe his body.She pursed her lips and asked him back: "Then why doesn't she take me?"

"Hey," Tu Laoyao's cloth shoes were crushed on the ground, "Can I know? Didn't I bring them too?"

"Then, what about Ah Yin?"

Youngest Tu pointed at the gate of the courtyard, and Ah Yin came for a leisurely stroll.

Song Nineteen was a little more relaxed, but also secretly worried. She was used to being with Li Shishi, and she wondered if she could handle it alone.

Thinking of this, she rested her chin and blinked again, feeling that her thoughts were so absurd and absurd, it was clear that Li Shishi had always protected her, and she was just a little burden.

She said hello to A Yin, then leaned her head towards Tu Lao Yao, and whispered, "Tu Lao Yao, I want to learn kung fu."

Ayin picked up the teapot on the stone table, and filled a cup for himself bluntly.

The youngest Tu spit out a mouthful of water, swallowed a mouthful of gurgling and shuddered her cheeks a few times, put her head down and vomited cleanly, and asked her, "Why do you want to learn this?"

"If I want her to take me with me all the time, I must have some skills." Song Nineteen paused, "I can't be like you."

"Huh?" The youngest Tu bared her teeth.

Instead, Ah Yin came over with tea, handed Song Shijiu a cup, and said with a smile: "It's good to learn the skills. It's always better to be able to take care of yourself in the future."

Song Nineteen nodded.

"Then what do you study?" The youngest Tu wiped the corner of his mouth, worried, "Wudang Mountain? Shaolin Temple? Eighteen Arhats?"

As soon as he said that, Song Nineteen's face paled an inch, he touched his thin wrist, and remained silent for a long time.

Ayin sat beside her, reached out and stroked the long hair that lay softly on her back, tilted her head for a while, and twisted the end of her hair: "As the saying goes: Everyone has their own fate, my master teaches That's what I said all the time. When you are good at guarding, just work on time."

"But with my spell, it seems that I can only escape for my life." Song Nineteen threw away the branch in his hand, and clenched his teeth, "I want something fierce."

Tu Lao Yao took a look at her pretty eyes, shrank her neck and said nothing.

"Fierce?" Ayin frowned very tightly, then suddenly let go, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Do you remember Xia Ji?" Ayin asked her.

Naturally remembering, Song Nineteen raised his face to meet him.

"She once said that the Ninth Master—probably you, stopped the time on her body, and then took it back, making her become white-haired and chicken-skinned in an instant from the age of [-]. Think about it, there is such a thing no?"

"Yes." Song Nineteen nodded.

A Yin stretched out his index finger and raised it up: "That's it. If you think about it carefully, you can apply time to a person. If you take away all the years of a person's life, he will grow up and get old. Died?"

A trembling flower popped out of Song Nineteen's head, and it withered in an instant when the wind blew it into a wrinkled ball.

"Really?" she asked Ayin cautiously.

"Yes."

At the beginning, the random nonsense made Song Nineteen's growth slow down, but now that he speaks so seriously, Master Qingtian Bodhisattva, he has to show face no matter what.

Ayin patted her on the shoulder with awe-inspiring righteousness.

The author says:

"Sun Tzu's Art of War·Position": "Those who are good at war should seek it from the situation, and don't blame others."