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Li Shishi has seen all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, but he has never raised a cat. He doesn't know why Xiaoxue Tuanzi, who has been around all day long, lies far away. The cat's paw scratched at the heart sharply, making it painful and itchy, but it was reluctant to let it go free.

This cat is called Suspicion of Gains and Losses.Song Shijiu raised it and put it in Li Shishi's yard.

The cat's paws scratched until late at night, and when Li Shiyi wasted three pieces of rice paper for writing, A Yin knocked on Song Shijiu's door.

She looked at Song Nineteen's untidy hair, which was slightly curly because she removed the bun. In the past, her hair looked like a delicate doll when it was curled up. On the neck, there are some cute and lovely people.

"Ayin." She was in a daze, and she was turning a strange seal in her hand.

The seal was originally engraved by her secretly to give to her after kissing Li Shiyi, but after two days of entanglement with red tassels or black tassels, it was not sent out.

A Yin followed her in, put the two tall glasses in her hands on the table, uncorked a bottle of wine, poured it just below the bottom of the glass, and said with a smile: "The foreign wine collected from five dollars, You only have this bottle, don't tell Lao Yao Tu."

Song Nineteen said "Hmm", and smiled with the corners of his mouth. He sat down at the table, his slender calves were naked and stacked, supporting his beautiful figure obliquely.

She picked up the crystal clear wine glass, raised it to the tip of her eyebrows and shook it slightly, opened her eyes to watch quietly, the scarlet liquid hung on the wall of the glass, and there seemed to be a shadow following her, a curious look appeared in her pupils, and the red wine The refracted light and shadow extended to her face, and it avoided innocence just right.

People usually tell beautiful stories, so those who have stories in their hearts should be very moving.

A Yin and Song Nineteen finished drinking, and they didn't speak in a hurry. They didn't pull her into the bed until a blush crept up their cheeks, and hugged her to whisper.

She thought of the way Song Nineteen used to come to her with a pillow in his arms to talk about his thoughts. It hadn't been a few months, but it seemed like many years had passed.

Song Nineteen is no longer nestling in her arms, but resting his forehead on her shoulder impatiently, and after the heat of the alcohol gradually dissipated, he said softly, "I don't want to do this either."

She understood why Ah Yin came, and she wanted to talk to him a long time ago, but she didn't know how to start.

The involuntary grievances in the words overflowed, as if she could hear the little girl's sore nose, A Yin stroked her back like a cat to comfort her, until her stretched muscles and bones gradually softened, and then asked her: "Because of ten One, is it?"

Song Nineteen's forehead rubbed against her shoulder, and she didn't know whether to nod or shake her head. She didn't answer A Yin's question, but said, "I saw it, A Yin."

"I don't know why I saw it, but I saw it."

"I saw you looking at Eleven with red eyes, and saw her undressing in front of you. I couldn't hear what you said. I tried desperately to hear, but I couldn't hear anything."

There was a "boom" in Ayin's brain, which made his ears buzzing, and the veins in his temples soaked in alcohol pulled, as if they were about to rush out from the thin skin.

She took a few deep breaths, raised her hand to hold the back of Song Nineteen's head, her voice was so soft that it seemed to be filtered through warm water: "So, you became like this?"

"No," Song Nineteen shook his head, "I originally wanted to make it clear to Eleven and you, but when I saw her, my heart was pinched and I couldn't get excited about anything. I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't eat. I can't sleep well, I seem to... seem to be sick."

She can clearly feel that this morbidity comes from her physiology, and she cannot control it subjectively.

A Yin thought about it, and Wan Wan said: "You are not a little girl, and I don't want to hide it from you anymore—I liked Shi Shi once, I liked it very much, I am afraid it is no less than you."

She considered adding the word "Zeng". Although it might not be accurate, she was sure it would be useful.

A Yin said sincerely and frankly: "Just, do you know what she said to me?"

"The scene you saw that day was when she told me that she could satisfy my shameful desire, but she would never be a sister in the future. She showed me her body and expression, and let me choose."

"I didn't dare to choose, and I didn't dare to think about it. It was only later that I realized that I still wanted to be friends with her."

Ayin smiled: "Emotions are ultimately a matter between two people."

Song Nineteen wanted to say something, but Ah Yin patted her on the shoulder back, narrowing her eyes coquettishly, looking over her profile at the half bottle of wine left on the table: "These days I have been with Ah Yin. Get out, I listen to Suzhou Pingtan, guess what I think?"

She loosened her eyes like breaking through the ice, and there was a provocative smile faintly on her lips: "I think, if I chase her alone, it's better to hold a sweet corner. It's still me watching from the audience, and she I can't be on stage, and I can't sing well. If I hold the role and spend a lot of money, the role will still smile at me. I am comfortable, and she is also comfortable. But if I chase Li Shiyi wishfully, I will My whole body and property were smashed bloody, but she was not comfortable, and I was not comfortable either."

"You said, yes or no?"

Song Nineteen hesitated to speak, and said softly after a long while: "Yes."

A Yin said softly: "I thought again, since my body has become like this, I must not spoil my relationship. I must find a relationship that is clean and complete."

"I've lived this life, if everything is ruined, what's the point?"

Song Nineteen bit his lip, sucked it for a while, stretched out his hand to grab A Yin's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and did not move for a long time.

After a while, she said, "I'm afraid I'm the same as you."

Ayin laughed, and poked her with her finger: "You are different. I see that she is a little happy because of your uncomfortable appearance."

She tilted her neck and thought about it, but she didn't know why.

Song Nineteen leaned in her arms and shook his head, extremely frustrated: "I figured it out. I grew up with you since I was a child. She doesn't like to paint the youngest, and she doesn't love you, let alone love herself. Fall in love with me?"

Ayin frowned: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Song Nineteen lowered his head, his eyes were faintly red: "If she really has me in her heart, why did she kiss me and leave me alone?"

A Yin was taken aback, she didn't expect her to ask this sentence, and even stopped touching her hand.

In the end, Song Nineteen chose another topic: "Ayin, you are very kind to me."

She likes Li Shishi as much as she does, but she is willing to come and talk to her in the middle of the night.

"Bullshit." Ayin rubbed her head lightly, "When you were bigger peanuts, you almost ate my milk!"

"If you have a conscience, you should call me mother."

Song Nineteen was stunned, her long-lost blush caught her off guard.

A Yin laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly, it took her a while to stop, she got up and turned off the light, and fell asleep with her arms around her.

On the second day, Song Nineteen was in better spirits. He was strolling in the garden when he met Wuqian who got up early and wanted to go out to buy vegetables. Thinking that he had been locked up for a long time, he simply went out with him.After getting up, Tu Lao Yao cooked a few bowls of glutinous rice balls, each person took a bowl slowly, Tu Lao Yao swallowed one, and pointed to the note left by Wu Qian and heaved a sigh of relief: "The two of you went shopping, Finally, he was willing to go out."

Li Shishi took a bite of the waxy skin, but didn't make a sound.

Ayin put the bowl down, and gave her a look: "If you can't let go, just chase after it." After four or five bites of a glutinous rice ball, the sesame filling ran out, and I really couldn't stand it anymore.

Li Shixi pursed his lower lip, put the spoon back into the bowl, and simply stopped eating.

A Yin continued: "Yesterday I talked with her all night, and I always felt a little strange. She is usually like a small stove, but now she is very depressed, thinking wildly, and can cry herself out."

Li Shishi's heart twitched, and he raised his hand to support his chin.

Tu Lao Yao also drank the soup in two or three gulps, swallowed it with a grunt, and suddenly said: "I remember it when you said it."

"One day I will miss my relatives on the moon."

He changed the words in the eyes of everyone: "One night, I couldn't sleep because of my mother-in-law. I went to the yard to fight mosquitoes. I saw a small person in the window of little Ah Jiu, only two or three feet tall. Talk at the window."

"I looked up for a while, my neck was sore and my eyes were sore, I went back to the room in a daze, thinking it was a dream. You said it was strange, maybe it was true?"

Li Shishi pressed his lower lip with his ring finger, rubbed it back and forth twice, and thought deeply.

But I heard Ah Luo say: "If that's the case, I'm afraid I know the reason."

Everyone raised their eyes to look at her, and saw her smiling gently, like a stretched orchid: "Whether it is as I think, needs to be confirmed."

"How to prove it?" Ayin asked.

"It's enough to make her happy for a moment."

"She's almost crying, but she's still happy?" Tu Lao Yao disagreed.

Ah Luo was noncommittal, and cast his eyes on Li Shishi.

Li Shiyi looked down at the wooden table, but his calf was suddenly kicked by Ayin with his toe. Ayin smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Our eleventh sister can't say, don't you know how to make her happy?"

Li Shishi slapped his eyelashes twice, and hesitantly pressed his shoulder lightly.

"Yo," Ah Yin took out a silk to cover her lips, and smiled at Ah Luo, "Do you still remember the heartless man in the play we watched earlier? Hugged and kissed, but it was different from everyone else." explain."

She thought that Ah Luo wanted to applaud her, but she saw Ah Luo taking a sip of tea, looking at her with a complicated smile, and asked, "Really?"

There is no confession, as if there is more than one.

The shady scenes were buckled down like an upside-down bowl, and the moon and stars were kindly left behind, which are enough to illuminate the lost and guide people back.The door was knocked lightly and heavily three times, the hand with the crooked fingers looked like a priceless antique, but its owner was extremely nervous.

So much so that when the door was opened, Li Shishi didn't know what to say when he saw Song Nineteen.

She hadn't been alone with her for a long time, and she vaguely felt that as Song Nineteen grew up, the balance beam of her relationship with her was shaking slightly, and she was no longer the one who sat firmly on the upper hand. own weakness.

"Haven't slept yet?" Her voice was soft as if to please her.

"Yeah." Song Nineteen lowered his head and looked forward, stretching out his hand to brush his hair awkwardly.

A few strands of hair were hooked on her fingertips, and she twisted them, winding them unconsciously in her hands, round and round, as if measuring her entanglement with Li Shiyi.

Her hair was tightly wrapped, and her fingertips were white and red. She looked at it dully, feeling a little sore for no reason.

She really wanted to throw herself into Li Shiyi's arms, and act like a baby with her snot and tears, but she looked at the strangled fingers, and restrained herself forcefully.

She felt that she was hair without measure, and Li Shishi was fingers.

Li Shiyi reached out and grabbed her wrist, and asked her, "What happened? Tell me, okay?"

She thought that there was nothing more uncomfortable than Song Nineteen's silence with tears in her eyes, but the next moment Song Nineteen withdrew his wrist like a frightened bird, and put his hands behind his back.

Her voice was choked up in an instant, she watched Song Nineteen sit at the table, put her hands on her knees cautiously, and said, "I..."

She sighed, her face depressed.

Li Shishi took a shallow breath and paused for a second in her emaciated body. She finally felt that if this continued, she would lose Song Shijiu.

Lost the fiery sun carrying a bucket to wipe sweat, the crescent moon under the vines to drive away mosquitoes and flies, the tireless flowers and butterflies circling around, and the little girl who closed her eyes and tremblingly said "I don't like Li Shishi" in her palm. fraud.

Li Shiyi walked over, knelt down in front of her, and looked into her eyes tenderly: "What's wrong with you?"

It turns out that it is not so difficult to be humble, as long as the object makes you willing.

She looked at her seriously, with unprecedented courage and perseverance, but her voice was so soft that she didn't want to disturb the person in front of her: "Where is Song Shijiu from before?"

The flowers are still blooming, the stars are still shining, all things in the world are still loving her in thousands of ways, but she failed to hold out her coffin as promised, asking her to ask her birthday and listen to her sincerity.

"The one who said in the past, no matter what kind of thing he is, he has to..." Li Shixi paused, "... Where's Song Nineteen?"

Her chest was so swollen, bulging, and she couldn't even control her breathing. It was as if a firewood had been set up behind her ears, and the flames diffused a little on her face.

Song Shijiu was also stunned, breathing in small mouthfuls. She felt Li Shixi's hand on her knee tremble slightly, but it was connected with the faint clarity in her eyes, as if in Song Shixi's hand. There was a stormy sea beating between the nine ribs.

She asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"Love me."

Li Shishi's shyness finally got into her eyeballs, and her eyelashes were overwhelmed. She instinctively pressed down, trying to maintain her aloofness from being peeped at.

Love me.she says.

It is a supplement, a permission, and a request.

She didn't want to say some things so quickly, she wasn't used to handing over her solitary life to others, but she had no other choice, and she didn't want to wait any longer.

The words "when things will come" do not mean time. If someone digs a ditch to your heart with a shovel, there is no reason to stop the flow of water.

Song Nineteen blinked vigorously, her breastbone protruded, and then there was a creaking sound, as if a hundred looms were weaving day and night, and what was weaving was her scattered love, and the weaver was the one in front of her. Li Shishi lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

The long-awaited thing finally comes, but the feeling it brings is not the fulfillment of the wish, but the unbelievable self-denial.

She looked at Li Shishi, breathing stagnantly: "What do you mean?"

Li Shishi drooped his eyelids, stretched out his hand to grab her right hand, inserted his fingers one by one between her fingers, and then pressed his palms together, closing them tightly.

She looked up at Song Nineteen: "There are some things that I can only teach you."

"The Dongshan of 'Resurgence' is Kuaiji Dongshan."

"The Li in 'Returning the Peach to the Li' is Li Shishi's Li."