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I said, you love me.

There was a little girl in my heart who grabbed the cuff and wiped the dusty vase again and again.

But Ah Yin rolled over with a smile, and covered the quilt tightly: "I said, I'm sleepy."

She is really not good at talking about love, so she once kept Li Shiyi's love as a secret.

Later, the secret was exposed, and it was left in broad daylight, sunburned, and it no longer belonged to her.

And at this moment, she felt that another secret was quietly sprouting, and with that person's tireless watering, it seemed to have sprouted.

The moon is sinking in the west, and it is a brand new day. The golden crow is showing off and shaking the light, sending the long-distance travelers to the car and boat.Traveling westward by water all the way, I arrived in Chongqing in just over a week. The scorching sun always prefers this place, and the air is full of the smell of the scorching sun.The bluestone old wharf, the brick and tile alleys scattered buildings, this southwest mountain city greeted them with the smoke of cured meat.

Song Nineteen was holding Li Shishi's hand in a cashmere coat, and looked curiously at the sliding pole on the winding stone road. The old greasy head with a big belly or Miss Jiao wrapped in a cheongsam lay half on her head, surrounded by two people in white coats. The porter set it up, stretched the long bamboo poles, and climbed up the slope with a creaking sound.

Ah Yin and Ah Luo walked behind, separated by half a body, lowered their heads and walked slowly. The streets of Chongqing are narrow, and they are bumped by children crossing the street from time to time. Ah Luo stretched out his hand to support her, and then retracted. Continue to hold the umbrella.

A Yin coughed, her voice was also very charming, but she didn't say anything else.

Since that day, she and Ah Luo have never had any relationship, nor have they slept together in the same bed.Ah Luo had enough patience with her, as if he was used to waiting, and it was not too late for a few days or hours, but she lost her way while Ah Luo was waiting not far or near, and she felt owed.

In the communication between people, if you want to use a ruler to measure, talk about how much you owe me, and how much I owe you, then it can be called a birthright.

But if there is an ever-increasing sense of indebtedness to a person without regard to repayment, it is just the opposite, which is called hanging on the heart.

Every time Ah Luo stretched out his hand, it was a debt.

The smell of chili oil wafted from the street, Song Nineteen stepped forward, and saw a small stall in the corner of the alley, with a pole on it, an earthen stove with charcoal stars rising from it, and a pot of gurgling red pepper on top. Soup, star anise and pepper skin are rolled in the pot, and a slice of overcooked meat is brought with it from time to time. Several laborers either sit on the pony horse, or squat aside, holding the oil dish to eat.

Song Nineteen slid down the hand that was holding Li Shiyi's arm, touched the palm of her hand in her pocket, and scratched it.

Li Shiyi understood, held her cool five fingers with his backhand, and shook his head: "Don't eat."

Song Nineteen has been seasick for the past few days, and his stomach is not feeling well.

Seeing that she was a little disappointed, Li Shiyi pulled out his arms and hugged her: "I'll do it for you."

Song Nineteen glanced at her, and walked to the residence with her without further ado.Li Shishi always knows how to discipline her in a timely manner, how to make her happy, how to show her hidden warmth quietly, even in bed, he doesn't talk much, but cares about her feelings very much.At first she enjoyed and indulged in such tenderness, as if she was lying in the water, but as time passed, she gradually realized that this tenderness could not find any strength.

She clings to Li Shiyi like a vine, homeless, and she also controls and pinches her just right.She didn't want to ask Li Shishi what she liked about her, she knew she liked everything, because she grew up according to her discipline, and every aspect grew up according to Li Shishi's expectations.

She wanted to ask Li Shishi what she didn't like about her, like Ah Yin's perverseness, or Ah Luo's rebelliousness, or Tu's vulgarity. If someone tolerates this quality, he accepts her completely.

Song Nineteen has no weaknesses, she doesn't even have dark sides such as jealousy, grudges, and irritability, but she also loses the sense of security brought by self-steadiness.

Especially the closer you are to Xuanxuan, the more obvious this uneasiness becomes.

She couldn't help but wonder what she was like in the past, what kind of wild and wild traits she would have without Li Shiyi's teaching, and when these traits suddenly reappeared, would Li Shiyi still like her as always? .

There is the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and the blade is chopping on the cutting board, which is calmer than any sound.Song Shijiu took off his coat and leaned against the door to look at her. There was a bright and clean kitchen on the ground floor of this old-fashioned small building. Li Shixi was standing in front of the chopping board, washing his hands with his sleeves rolled up to make soup, and even lowered his head and turned his face slightly. It's all refreshing. When she chops vegetables, she is used to closing her eyes and pursing her lips slightly. The movements of her hands are fast, and the slices are neat and even.

She felt Song Nineteen's gaze, her eyes were still fixed on Cai, her thin lips were let go, and she whispered softly: "What's wrong?"

One sentence made Song Nineteen's heart sour for no reason.

This feeling is really inexplicable. She is like a child who has done something wrong. She has not been discovered by the people in front of her, but she is ecstatic in her gentle whispers with 12 guilty consciences.

Before Li Shiyi could wait for her reaction, he stopped his movements, frowned slightly and looked sideways at her, but was taken aback unexpectedly.

Song Jiujiao was leaning against the red lacquered wooden door frame, caressing her smooth jade arms unconsciously, her eyes fell on a slightly lower level, her lips parted, and then closed unconsciously, before raising her head for a moment , smiled at her.

She has things on her mind and has learned to hide them.

Li Shiyi tapped lightly with her fingers on the edge of the table. She looked at the curve of Song Nineteen's side face, and didn't ask her as Song Nineteen thought. She just called her softly: "Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's eyelashes fluttered upwards, and he responded to her with his eyes: "What?"

Li Shishi's indistinct smile melted half in the sunlight, her hands were still propped up on the table in restraint, she blinked and turned her head: "It's nothing."

It's just that I suddenly want to kiss her.

Song Nineteen lowered his head, rubbed his heels, and left the kitchen.

After dinner, they talked for a while, and agreed to go look for Xuan after nightfall tomorrow.After running around for days, I lost the mind to play cards, so I had to rest after freshening up.The bedroom on the second floor was silent, and occasionally the voice of the neighbor's mother-in-law disciplining her children could be heard. The door of the kitchen on the first floor was ajar, revealing a small section of moon-white calf.

Song Nineteen took a shower and was about to go upstairs, but when he was holding on to the railing, he paused and strolled into the kitchen. He only wanted to drink a few sips of water, but his eyes fell on the white wine bottle left by the landlord.

She took a sip, her throat was hot, and the day's depression was relieved a lot, and she raised her hand to take another sip, and the previous sip flowed into her stomach, warming her internal organs.

With trembling eyelids, she drank a bottle of wine to the bottom, raised her hand and pressed her throat, the wine became very heavy, sprayed hot from her nasal cavity, hung on her overwhelmed eyelashes, and swayed into her light head, making her feel The movements of the hands and feet were so slow that they seemed to be held by time.

She covered her lips with the back of her hand, and was about to lift her feet back to the house, but she felt her wrist tightened, and she bumped into a soft and cool embrace.

Li Shiyi hugged her, put one hand around her waist, and stroked her forehead with the other hand, covering her ears, lowered his head and frowned: "What are you doing?"

Waiting and waiting, no one was there, but the little girl was drinking too much in the kitchen, so drunk that she couldn't hold her head on her chest.

She sighed and carried Song Nineteen upstairs.

Slowed down the movement and put it on the bed, and was about to withdraw the body and cover the quilt, but the neck was hugged lightly, the person under him bit his lip, and slowly opened his eyes like a curtain, shy and aggressive looking at her.

Li Shishi's heart was tenderly pinched, he held the edge of the bed with his hand, and swiped with his fingertips.

Before her battle between heaven and man came to a conclusion, she felt a tightness in her shoulders, and Song Nineteen turned over and pressed her on the bed. She rubbed against Li Shishi's neck deeply with the smell of alcohol, opened her mouth to bite lightly, and stretched out again. He licked his tongue soothingly, and finally began to kiss her regardless.

She kissed Li Shi'ai's lips that said "No", kissed her eyelids that often drooped, kissed her chin that always shook her head, and swallowed all her inhumanity.

"Can you?" She started with what Li Shiyi had asked her, and her hands stopped at the peak of allure.

Li Shishi's eyelashes were still drooping, showing a cold but docile arc.

She pursed her lips and asked her, "Will you?"

"meeting."

Song Shijiu's learning ability is amazing, not to mention Li Shiyicheng's cloud and rain on her every day.With tenderness, love, and sporadic unwillingness and anger, she gave Li Shiyi all the rewards one by one.

There is nothing more exciting than a girl who works hard on you just to please you, and that girl is pure and full of desire, and she is your sweetheart.

Of course I will say, I will give you everything.

Li Shishi's panting was very light, perhaps because his body was attractive enough, and no other modifications were needed.

Fortunately, Song Nineteen didn't need her to talk, she asked her about her body temperature, and she answered with trembling.

She would knock on the door with ambiguous whispers between her lips and teeth, and then she would be greeted with warm and shy nectar, holding the ripe peaches falling on the branches with one hand, and reaching into the hot and humid valley that nourishes the fruits with one hand.The valley is too rugged and narrow, she is just a traveler who closes her eyes and explores, walking back and forth, walking cautiously.

No, she is not an unexpected traveler, she is the returnee of the old rain.