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Two or three days later, when the sky was clear and the sky was clear, Tu Laoyao stewed it, and pressed sister-in-law Tu's swollen calf, sweating all over her forehead. Ah Yin brought in fresh lychees, thinking that sister-in-law Tu would not eat them raw , put it aside, and said: "Fang splashed in the ice water, let it dry before eating."

Sister-in-law Tu's calf was bare, she was very embarrassed, she just smiled shyly: "Miss Ayin is here."

Ayin leaned over to look at her, and tsk-tsk twice, feeling very distressed: "Look at this leg, it's swollen like a radish, and when you put a finger down, there's a hole."

Sister-in-law Tu rubbed her stomach and sighed with a smile: "Women are like this, suffer." She paused, and then said: "This time is an experience for me. In the future, Miss Ayin will have a body, so I can take care of it."

A Yin hurriedly waved her hands, straightened her body, stretched her slender waist, and laughed, "No, I'm not so lucky."

Mrs. Tu didn't know what she did for a living, she just thought she was a little girl who was ashamed, so she smiled kindly.Tu Lao Yao hooked her head and didn't answer the question to make fun of it, she just said in another line: "Where's Nineteen? I haven't seen her all morning."

"I was just going to tell you," A Yin folded his arms, "you will be free soon, come to the yard, I have something to ask you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and twirled a few lychees, gathered them in his hands like a walnut, greeted Mrs. Tu with a smile, and then moved outside.

Just after the wind blew twice, Tu Lao Yao opened the door and came out, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, pulled up his trousers, and sat down on the stone bench beside the grape arbor: "What's wrong?"

The heat hit his head, and his nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes.

"Nineteen has been practicing kung fu for two months, and there is no improvement at all. I will ask you to find a way." Ayin peeled a lychee, and the crystal clear flesh was reflected in the flying jade hands.

I asked him for an idea, but I said it casually, I didn't expect him to make any achievements at all.

Zhizhi barked at the top of his voice, Tu Laoyao's face was wrinkled, like an old pug dog: "Success, let me think about it."

He is not very used to others asking him to use his brains, especially Grandma Yin who is so nice and friendly, she seems to think highly of him, so he racked his brains to make a suggestion.

"I can't think of it." Squeezing out the brain, the villain in my heart knocked on the empty skull, bang bang.

Ayin snorted, stuffed the lychee into her mouth as expected, held her tongue in her mouth, and her cheeks bulged a little, and said vaguely: "I ask you, what was the situation when she used a spell last time?"

"Ma'ershan, the beast, we are going to die. She," the youngest Tu flipped off her white jacket, "is deformed."

"Pig brain." Ayin rolled his eyes, hating that iron cannot be made into steel, "So we are going to die? It is Li Shishi who is going to die."

"Yes, yes." Old Yao Tu hurriedly responded, the scorching sun made him dizzy, but the aunt in front of him held several refreshing lychees and didn't give him any of them.

Seeing him staring at him eagerly, Ah Yin finally handed one out, and said in a persuasive manner: "That's it. As the saying goes, 'the sea of ​​learning is boundless and the boat is hard work', what does it mean? Isn't it just to suffer, to be forced, to be stimulated?" Potential. She lives so comfortably now, where does she have the desire to kill and steal? We might as well put her in that critical situation and have a try."

The youngest Tu is still thinking about "xuehai" or "boat", and doesn't know if it's such a usage.After studying for a while, I felt some truth, so I asked, "Then, who is going to assassinate Li Shishi?"

His head was on his neck, and he was in stage fright from the strands of his hair to the heels of his heels.

Ayin frowned, "When did I say I was going to kill Li Shishi?"

Tu Lao Yao blinked.

Ayin laughed back in anger, slapped the remaining lychee on the table with a "hum", and played the piano to the cow.

Tu Lao Yao finally came to his senses, grabbed her fidgety flying silk, and pulled her back, a flash of inspiration came to his mind: "I have a solution, I have it."

Ayin cast a sideways glance at him, with the corners of his mouth pursed in noncommittal.

Tu Lao Yao was mysterious, grinning and shaking his legs: "Grandma Yin, please take care of me."

On the second day, Song Nineteen took a break at noon, and the door panel was slapped. Wrapped in a close-fitting cotton silk skirt, she went to open the door sleepily, but smelled a gust of wind, and the youngest and A Yin were smeared from the threshold. Standing up and pushing her to the dressing table, Ah Yin held the red-hot perm iron, with thin sweat dripping on her face: "It's amazing!"

Song Nineteen was startled, and the youngest Tu squatted down and put the new leather shoes wrapped in oilcloth on her feet: "Something happened!"

Song Nineteen hurriedly turned her head, and A Yin patted her face back with a light palm. She could not help but curl her hair, and ordered Tu Laojiao: "Take out the rouge powder I brought and put it on."

There was a sizzling sound, and a burning smell wafted from the smoking hair. Song Nineteen was anxious, pulled A Yin's wrist, and said repeatedly: "What... what's wrong?"

A Yin rolled his head in twos and twos, separated the two sides and dialed it, and then picked up the Luo Zidai that the youngest Tu had just opened, and leaned over to draw eyebrows to Song Nineteen delicately: "Li Shishi went on a blind date."

Blind date? !Song Nineteen widened his eyelids, opened his lips and let A Yin finish the two strokes of the grease.

Her mouth was dry, her chest heaved violently, and she was flustered and short of breath as if she had slept for a long time. It took her a long time to move her nose, and carefully confirmed: "What do you mean by blind date?"

A Yin finished putting on her makeup, pulled her into the screen, looked at her dumbfounded, and simply sighed and directly changed her into a small foreign dress, looked up and down with satisfaction, and joined forces with Tu Laoyao to deal with the situation. Song Nineteen, who was struck by lightning, stood up and stuffed into the car in twos and twos.

The rickshaw was rushing on the road, Song Nineteen's heart was like a tire that had been pierced by a stone, and she was restless, she tried her best to calm down, and then said again: "Why is she going on a blind date? "

A Yin blinked and looked away, and repeatedly lied to the little girl, and the thunder he had accumulated was probably enough to wipe out eighteen generations of ancestors.

The youngest Tu was heartbroken, thinking who would go to hell if I didn't go to hell, and said loudly: "I'm old, I want to get married, I'm going to have a baby, so I can't go on a blind date!"

Song Nineteen frowned and bit his lower lip helplessly.

Not long after, the car stopped at a fashionable western style intersection, Tu Lao Yao lightly pushed Song Nineteen down, and together with her looked up at the noble faces on the side of the road.It was a western-style coffee shop, with several parasols protruding out, glass doors and diamond windows, and the waiters at the door were also wearing tuxedos and small top hats, looking very classy.

Tu Lao Yao knocked on the toe of the cloth shoes, seeing this posture, the contempt in his bones was disturbed again, and he dared not move forward at all.A Yin lazily leaned against the side of the car, touched Song Nineteen's face, and said, "Go in by yourself."

After thinking about it, he added: "If you can't beat me, call me again."

Song Nineteen raised his ears like a cat, glanced at A Yin's face, and nodded.

The layout of the coffee shop is very regular, with square booths and tofu cubes neatly arranged, the scarlet leather sofa lining the marble countertop, and the small dark green desk lamp shining with pearls, but there is another shelf at the bottom. A not-so-bright candle cup seems useless except to reflect the extravagance of the crystal lamp overhead.

Li Shishi turned his eyes away from the poor candlelight, clasped a small box of matches with his slender white fingers, and tapped lightly on the table.

At the moment, she is cross-legged, and she is sitting upright, showing a very face-saving elegance in her laziness. The young gentleman opposite is wearing a beige suit, with a triangle scarf tucked into his chest pocket, short hair is neat and meticulous, and even his nails are well manicured is decent.

With a polite and friendly smile, he picked up the coffee and took a sip, his movements were gentler than sips, he put it down slowly, and said: "Just now I said, Miss Li is from the south."

Li Shiyi frowned slenderly, and twirled the match in the palm of his hand a little impatiently.Early in the morning, the youngest Tu talked to her about the business, he was sister-in-law Tu's cousin, because his family was rich, he only rolled his eyes when looking at people, and he used to look down on him, so he asked her to give up her disguise and dress decently. It's not good to lose the youngest of Tu.

Although Li Shishi didn't quite understand what he had to do with Tu's role as the youngest, he unconsciously compromised a little bit when he looked at Tu's sister-in-law's gentle gaze.

However, the man on the opposite side asked her what she drank and what she ate as soon as she came in, talked about coffee and asked about her hometown, and asked for her age and birthday. Feel wrong.

She made an inaudible "tsk" and was about to get up to take her coat and leave, but just as she turned her head, she heard a pretty voice: "Li Shishi!"

She raised her eyebrows, and the shadow came to her. As soon as the fragrant wind disturbed the beautiful woman, Song Nineteen lifted her skirt and sat beside her, keeping a palm's distance.

It was her who she called, but it wasn't her that she looked at. She looked at the man opposite with her eyes half-opened and half-closed.The man was a little dazed, but his good upbringing kept his face calm. He even nodded slightly. After suppressing his surprise, he greeted him with a faint smile.

"Who is this?" He looked at Li Shishi.

Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, and with the tip of his tongue gently scratching the roof of his mouth, a few words popped out: "Sister, Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's chest swelled, his white teeth bit into the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look at her.

In the past, she always said that she was her cousin, and she was very happy at that time, but now she said that she was not very happy.

The man raised his brows "Oh", "Miss Nineteen."

Who allows you to call me a girl.Song Nineteen pursed his lips, his sharp chin was bulging, and the ravines were intertwined with grievances and anger.It seemed that Li Shishi's "sister" who didn't care about it was the one who was wronged, but it was Li Shishi's well-tailored attire who was angry.

Her hair was combed softly and neatly, her face was as smooth as a clear spring, her clothes and pants were brand new, and she was paired with small leather shoes with low heels.Without disguise, her eyes seemed to be in old wine, and her face was cold when she was expressionless. As long as she smiled, any smile with a little bit would be intoxicating.

She lowered her head and unconsciously wanted to touch something. When she raised her hand, she only touched the coffee in front of Li Shiyi. She picked it up like a rescuer, but saw the man on the opposite side raised his hand and held it down. He said apologetically: "This one's for eleven, latte. I'll order another one for girl nineteen."

As he spoke, he handed the drink list to Song Nineteen, and said with a smile, "The cappuccino here is also pretty good."

A girl of eleven, a girl of nineteen, she couldn't understand what she was saying, she could clearly read, but the characters on the wine list were like earthworms crawling, distorted and very out of shape.

The more she looked at it, the more unhappy she became, and she simply handed back the order, still holding Li Shishi's coffee and refusing to let go: "I'll just drink this, will it work?"

The last three words were for Li Shishi. Li Shishi half leaned on the deck and looked at her, raised half of his eyebrows: "Success."

The trendy coffee shop, the eccentric gentleman, Song Shijiu who suddenly appeared, and Li Shixi made a few things easy, and it's not hard to imagine who lined up behind him.

The man didn't intend to be offended by Song Nineteen's arrival, or that the little episode couldn't match his interest in Li Shishi, so he just put Song Nineteen aside not too indifferently, and then met Li Shishi again. Talked.

Li Shiyi buried his head, still playing with the matchbox, and was thinking about how to find an excuse to leave, but when he raised his eyes, he was completely stunned for three or two seconds.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the unaware man in front of her. She was still full of poetry and high spirits, and she even waved her fingers lightly when she talked about getting excited.But the skin on his hands seems to be continuously sucked by the water pump, becoming dry inch by inch, and the wrinkles are like dead skin floating on the surface, extending from his fingers to the wrist, spreading all over his neck with protruding Adam's apple, eroding The corners of his arrogant eyes.

His hair, his black and thick hair, was born prematurely in a flash, and his temples were grizzled, as if he could not bear the burden of frost and snow, completely suppressing his youthful spirit.

He seemed to be suddenly aging and his heart beat abruptly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, cleared his throat, and met Li Shishi's tightly closed thin lips in the next second.

Li Shishi blinked his eyes, and saw that the old man who was just late was like the pages of a book turned upside down, quickly returning to the appearance he saw when he first saw it, and even retreating a little bit, and then retreating a little bit, removing the hard stubble on his lips and replacing it with a new look. Soft fluff.

All the changes come too fast, like a revolving lantern that switches quickly.

Li Shiyi closed her jaw, and the alarm rang loudly. She glanced at Song Shijiu hurriedly. On the ground, the five fingers closed together in a virtual way, making a movement like holding a ball.

The lines on her palm seemed to be filled with a blue liquid, and they swam like tangled threads, forming a small group of pale blue shimmers in her palm. Li Shishi watched her movements, and then glanced at her for nothing. A well-known man, Song Nineteen turned his fingers neatly to the right, and he aged quickly, and Song Nineteen turned his five fingers to the left, and he started to look young again.

With such overlapping and changing, the man was already in a trance, and his speech became clumsy and clumsy.

The effect of time was acting on him strangely, making one's back feel chilly. Fortunately, there was no one in the coffee shop at the moment, and the backrest was high. If someone saw him, he would immediately scream out of his throat.

Song Nineteen tilted his face and glanced at Li Eleven. Her long curly hair concealed her finely crafted face. The bright red in the corners of her eyes was dyed by A Yin, or she was born at this moment. It was ghostly and coquettish. , like a phoenix about to spread its wings, exuding an incomparable arrogance.

This is not Song Nineteen.

With a soft "pa", the phoenix's wings at the end of his eyes quickly retracted, and he lay back docilely. Song Nineteen opened his black and white eyes and looked down at his hand.

Only then did Li Shishi put his hands on her calmly, his palms pressed together with hers, and his ten fingers clasped tightly, isolating her exercises like a power failure.

She didn't look at Song Nineteen, but frowned at the man who returned to normal, pinched Song Nineteen vigorously with her fingers, and then got up with a little apology: "Excuse me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she held Song Nineteen's wrist with her hand, and led her into the bathroom calmly.

With a "click" sound, the narrow compartment was locked, and Li Shiyi relaxed her back and leaned against the wall. Opposite her was Song Nineteen, who was beating eggplants. The sound of the two people's breathing rises and falls in the dark space, a movement that seems to be missed if you don't pay attention.

She didn't ask any questions, she didn't even intend to speak, she just patiently waited for Song Nineteen to calm down.Usually Song Nineteen was always attached to her, but now he consciously stepped back half a step, and pressed himself against the wall, looking at Li Shiyi's slightly bent right knee, holding the skirt with his right hand, with the back of his hand shaking slightly.

She opened her hand, wiped it vigorously on the skirt, and grabbed it again.Her mood was terribly complicated, including the excitement of learning, the undispelled sadness, the nervousness of being afraid of Li Shiyi's anger, and even some shyness for the two of them to be in the same room.

Several thoughts jumped up and down in her mind like the eight immortals crossing the sea, fighting each other, and finally the sadness of witnessing Li Shiyi's blind date prevailed, making her stand lonely with her mouth pursed.

After a while, she heard the person above her head sigh slightly, and said softly, "I didn't know about it beforehand."

Song Nineteen raised his eyes suddenly, Li Eleven looked at her, and repeated it again.

"I do not know."