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When A Yin pushed the door and entered, there was only a little scattered fluorescent light in the room, which floated from the bed and flew out from the open glass window.

Ah Luo was lying on his side on the big western-style mahogany bed, his fingers were staggered and raised in the air, leaving the streamer of the jade butterfly flying away just now.

She had never seen the spirited A Yin so embarrassed, with her hands wrapped in a nightgown and hugging her waist, the color on her face was in a mess, without the beauty of the past, she looked as wilted as a spoiled cabbage.

Xiaobaicai flirted with her, his eyes still focused on the water spirit in the cabbage clapper, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, fumbled on the coffee table, touched a box of white women's cigarettes, and placed a slender match next to it box.She lit the cigarette skillfully. Smoke is a good thing. It first fills your speechless mouth, then revives your wounded lungs, and then brings out the abandoned emotions, humming from the nose or throat, always There is so much contempt.

In the end?Finally, it ran in front of your eyes, making your eyes foggy, covering up the remaining loss and sorrow, and there was nothing left.

She was thinking idly like this, but her thoughts stopped suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that Ah Luo never smoked, but she had neatly prepared her usual brand on the coffee table.

She looked sideways at Ah Luo, Ah Luo was still lying on his side, not intending to get up, he rested his pale cheek in his arms, his hair soft and docile.

Ayin didn't want to come here at first, she sat on the stairs for a long time, and sat on the swing in the yard for a long time, and finally tossed and turned in the bed, no one knew what kind of courage she had to escape from Li Shiyi's room She wanted to run away, even she herself thought that she would be able to break through with a single bite, but a spark of lust grew from the center of her spine, and thousands of ants were gnawing at her bones, making her heart itchy, even touching the bedding. It's a nowhere near torture.

She can only shamefully admit that when she saw Li Shiyi's flat collarbone, bare chest, and half of a snow-capped mountain, the cursed desire in her bones devoured her reason like a hungry silkworm, and with a kissing gesture, Thin and dense, not a single bit left.

She could only hold on to the remaining self-esteem, so that she didn't look like a woman who smoked opium, walked up to Ah Luo lightly, and even had a few insignificant chats with her.

She asked her, "What was that just now?"

Her high pitch was normal, but her low pitch was trembling, causing Ah Luo to glance at her, and after a while he said, "Mulan, you're back."

The jade butterfly who sent the message just now has long since disappeared. She moved her shoulders and looked out the window at the Mulan star. She wondered if the new commander of the Soul Strategy Army could find her flying dragon again.

Ayin let out a "huh", squinted her eyes and took another puff of cigarette.But Ah Luo turned his body over, lay flat in the middle of the bed, looked at the swaying bed curtain, and said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, come up."

Girls are usually careful, but Ah Luo's exquisite heart is more transparent. She can see A Yin's impatience at a glance, so she doesn't want to say another boring word.

A Yin sniffed, raised her hand to put out the cigarette, and walked to the side of the bed, her mind was full of the words "come up".

Come up—there are many ways to do it, maybe sitting on the bed, maybe lying down on the bed, but Ayin looked at her and used the most voluptuous one.

She put her hands on Ah Luo's sides, and raised her legs to straddle her, with her thighs sticking to her warm belly, and her dry hair hanging down to Ah Luo's pillow.

Ah Luo held his frail eyebrows, looked at her indifferently, and said softly, "Go up."

Ah Yin's breathing quickened, and peach blossoms burst out of her eyes, and the stamens drew Ah Luo's sight.

She went up, Ah Luo shook her head, crossed the mountain peak, Ah Luo shook her head, she paused at the collarbone, and finally reached out and grabbed the head of the bed, closed her eyes and sent the most vulnerable place to the most understanding lips of that person .

Ah Luo's hand finally moved, and he gently lifted the corner of her robe.

Ah Yin gasped softly, covered Ah Luo's eyes with one hand, and said to her in a hoarse voice, "Don't look."

She didn't want anyone to see herself like this again, she wished she could cover everyone's eyes and ears like she covered A Luo's eyes, and tell them—don't listen, don't look, this isn't me.

But who is she?

Ah Luo closed his eyes docilely in her palm, took A Yin's hand off with his right hand, and held it soothingly.

As the shadow of the moon sinks to the west, there are only cicadas left in the world who are ignorant of current affairs, asking people if they know it, and if they know it.Ayin got up and walked to the coffee table, poured herself a glass of water, held it and looked at the window for a while, then sat on the carpet by the bed and drank it in small sips.

After only two sips, Ah Luo said softly in the mattress above his head, "You were arguing with her just now, I heard you."

Ayin's ears moved, and she wanted to turn around, but stopped abruptly, looking back at the moonlight divided into tofu blocks by the window.

Ah Luo knew what she was thinking: "The voice is not loud, and others should not be able to hear it, but my five senses are always more sensitive."

A Yin's shoulders drooped nervously, she put the cup on the ground, buried her head in her arms, and took two long breaths with her head muffled.

Just when Ah Luo thought she would stop talking, a muffled voice as small as a cub came from his arm.

"I'm afraid Nineteen will hear."

She paused, and seemed to pull out an insincere smile: "Before Nineteen appeared, I dreamed of throwing down the bucket of bath water for the coachman."

She didn't care if Ah Luo could understand, but she really wanted to say it.

"But after she appeared, I didn't dare to think about it anymore."

She watched Li Shishi look at Song Nineteen's eyes more and more deeply, watched Song Nineteen grow into an adult in Li Shishi's eyes, and watched all her pampering and pampering.When Li Shiyi was with herself, she frowned or didn't frown, but when she was with Song Shijiu, she often joked, joked, and teased her, and she always showed her spring breeze in Song Shijiu's intelligent and immature love. Shy and cozy.

She understands very well that Li Shishi treats her differently from Song Shijiu, and she is also troubled by the snake. Li Shishi has the utmost respect and support from her friends. A way out, if you use the words in the scriptures to describe it, it can be called a two-sided attack, and it is true.

As for Song Nineteen, she has long regarded her as a part of her, she can make decisions for her, accompany her to fall, and she is willing to do useless work for her.This is called standing together through thick and thin, sharing life and death together.

Ah Luo once said that she called Li Shishi thirteen times when she was fascinated.

And she just slammed the door out just now because she was very afraid that Li Shishi would yell even Song Shijiu.

Ayin raised her head and said: "Many times I think that if I die, I will die happily. It is better to teach them to be together. It will last for a long time, and I will get used to it. It is worse than cutting flesh with a blunt knife."

"If they don't know my thoughts and only think that I am frivolous by nature, I will still be an unrestrained aunt, running around in the yard all day long and hanging around. They are at ease, and I am at ease."

"But it turns out that she knows everything." Knowing that she is driven by desire, knowing that she is involuntary, and even knowing that her soul is haunted by dreams.

"Then I became the miserable one who couldn't be loved." A Yin laughed, "How miserable."

She leaned her head on the bed, lost her energy today, and felt drowsy like a tide.

She leaned against the bed and murmured: "My aunt, I don't want to be the miserable one."

"Baby bastard, my aunt is..."

She was born so beautiful that the [-] goddesses and Buddhas could not tolerate me.

She lay on the side of the bed, sleep devoured the unwilling dream, and also devoured all the painstakingly crafted disguises, the tails of her flying eyebrows were bent down, drawing a gentle arc, as if you can say anything casually, and she can also have bright eyes Smile at you grinningly, and nod in good humor.

Ah Luo looked at her for a while, then gently carried her to the bed, covered with a thin towel, probably able to have a good night's sleep.

The door was unlocked with a click, followed by a very soft sound of going downstairs. The frail girl went out through the gate, and walked alone in the path covered with sycamore leaves under the moonlight.

It was clearly night, but she habitually held up an umbrella, and lowered her head to step on the gray-black sycamore leaves cut out by street lamps.

My name is Aruo, also known as Jambudvipa.

I was originally just the ghost spirit wandering on the edge of the underworld for tens of thousands of years. Daji crossed the bridge, and the fragrance in her skirt made me breathless. Baosi drank Mengpo soup and smiled at the dark fire at the end of the underworld. Only then has a pair of bright eyes that can accommodate colors.I don't know how many times I have heard the footsteps of parting from life and death, and I have the sense of hearing, and then the five senses.

I listened to the stories by the Yellow Springs with my chin in my hands, and when I listened with gusto to dullness, I took on a human form.

The first person I saw was Ling Heng.

At that time, she was wearing a snow-white cross-neck long dress, half of her black hair was loose, and the other half was tied in a bun. Except for a white jade hairpin with a rich luster, there was no decoration at all.She came from the edge of the underworld, usually a loner, with the wind blowing faintly at the hem of her skirt, and the light shining faintly in her eyebrows.

It was only later that I realized that it is not called light, it is called beauty, it is called beauty, it is called moving.

Lingheng loves to call me Ah Luo, but as time goes by, no one remembers my name, and they only call me Master Yan Luo.

Lingheng loves reading, writing, and wearing white clothes, but he doesn't like wearing Zhuchai.

I also read, write, wear blue skirts, and comb my hair without pulling it up.

For more than two thousand springs, summers, autumns and winters, I listened to the government's orders, compiled official documents, and did office work. I did it meticulously and properly, and never made any mistakes. But I always feel that such days are mistakes.

I met Fu Wuyin on a cloudy afternoon.At that time, I was walking by the Naihe Bridge with an umbrella, and I was talking to Wuqian when I heard a loud cry. The girl sitting by the bridge was Fu Wuyin.

She was wearing a horse-faced skirt popular during the Qianlong period, a dark green blouse and a pink skirt, with hairpin rings all over her hair, like the five-color golden pheasant that Wuqian once raised.

Wuqian told me that she was unmarried and refused to reincarnate.I couldn’t help but take a second look, and saw her looking up at me with a red nose and twitching, the light in her eyes was the most beautiful feathers of a golden pheasant, she wiped away her tears, hiccupped and followed me until I stopped. down the steps.

I heard Granny Meng advise her: "Girl, it won't work this time, there will be a next time, at the other side of the Naihe bridge, there must be some energetic young men waiting."

Meng Po is warm-hearted and always likes to chat with others.

I later met a rickshaw master in the world, and it was the same.I think that the person who crosses people pulls people from one end to the other, and they have to turn their thoughts all the way in their mouths to complete the journey.

Fu Wuyin cried again: "You just said that people in Taishan Mansion don't know beauty and ugliness, so they don't know if I'm good-looking or not. Then how do you know that the guy on the other end is a spirited guy, but not a pig?"

Wuqian and I looked at each other, lost in thought.

Granny Meng also fell into deep thought, but her thoughts were shorter than mine, and she said: "Then what do you think is good-looking? I am a little bit thin-skinned, my wife, and I will say hello and send you to the house with a beautiful young master." It's near my house, okay?"

Fu Wuyin groaned twice, pointed at me: "This young master is very beautiful."

I was taken aback for a moment, and I lost all thought of looking at Wuqian.I have always been old-fashioned and not very fashionable. I still wear the fashionable Hu suit made in the Tang Dynasty, and I only wear a simple bun like a flower bud on my head. It is no wonder that she recognizes me as a little prince.

It's just that it's the first time I've heard people say I'm beautiful, and I don't really know how to accept it gracefully.

So I held up an umbrella and left with five coins.

Fu Wuyin cried for several days in Taishan Mansion, but she was tired from crying, or she figured it out, and finally she was willing to reincarnate.I looked through the letters she sent me in the past few days. The first letter was Zhang Xian's "Thousands of Years": "The sky is not old, the love is endless, the heart is like a double silk screen, and there are thousands of knots in it", and the second letter is Le Wan's "Bu Suanzi": "If there is no fate in the previous life, wait for a reunion, and wish in the next life", and the third letter is Fan Chengda's "Che Yao Yao Pian": "May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night stream will be bright and clean."

The fourth letter came on the day of her parting, saying that she had been reincarnated now, and if she met by fate, she would come to propose marriage again.

I folded the four letters and put them in the book.

After she entered the reincarnation, I also moved into the human world because of looking for Lingheng. I tried to see how she was doing, and only then did I realize that to find someone's whereabouts, you need to have the spirit of the previous life, which is covered by the god's order. At that time, I just happened Handling God Tu Ling, but lacking her spirit.

When they met again, she was still in good spirits, but there was a gap between her brows that Fu Wuyin didn't burn even after crying for several days.

She doesn't remember me, and naturally she doesn't remember the matter of proposing marriage.

I told her that she was safe and well, and that I would like to be the antidote, and I would go to Wushan with her to listen to her heartfelt heart.

But I never heard a love story that looked up to me.

My name is Ah Luo, and her name is A Yin.

Some feelings appear too ridiculous, making people look like a joke.