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Li Shishi took a rare nap, and when he woke up, Song Nineteen had twisted the veil to cover his face.Li Shishi opened his hazy eyes and looked at her sideways. Song Nineteen moved the handkerchief covering his forehead a little bit, and connected with her gaze through the lingering heat.

Li Shiyi withdrew his gaze and turned his head, the beauty's tendons were stretched.

Song Nineteen blinked. Normally, when she and Li Shiyi looked at each other, she would be the one who couldn't hold back for three or four seconds, but this time Li Shixi retreated, even though she had done enough to retreat. With ease.

She tilted her face, dipped the towel into the water, swung it a few times and then twisted it, sat on the side of the bed and handed it to Li Shishi.

Li Shiyi took it with one hand, closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples, and pressed twice between his eyes.She moved her lips, as if she didn't know what to say, she just cleared her throat, and said, "Thank you."

thanks?Song Nineteen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and took a serious look at Li Eleven.

The atmosphere at this moment is unprecedentedly lively, and even more ambiguous. Her mind is in a mess, and the pain is like Tu Sishun's belly that Tu Sishun has unloaded. Her shoulders and spine seem to be tapped lightly with a hammer. It was loose and sore, and it was difficult to even raise one's hand.

She gritted her teeth and raised her arm, put it on the other side of the shoulder and rubbed it. Although she didn't remember what she was crazy about, she still admitted her mistake in a low voice after thinking about it: "Don't be annoyed, I won't drink anymore gone."

Li Shishi was startled, took off the cool veil on his face, and gave her a complicated look.

For the first time, she saw a look similar to grievance in Li Shishi's eyes.

She felt Li Shishi's hesitation to speak, and waited for a while, but saw that she had nothing else to say, so she sighed lowly, handed her the towel, sat up with her hands behind her back, half-length The hair is curled softly in the dimple of the neck.

She got up and got out of bed, moving slower than usual, and asked Song Nineteen, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It hurts." Song Nineteen said honestly.

Li Shishi brushed his hair aside, lowered his head while putting on his jacket, and said, "Well, go down, I'll make hangover soup."

Song Shijiu nodded, and also stretched out her hand to stroke her hair. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt Li Shixi's gaze paused slightly between the movements of her fingers, then turned her head and went downstairs as usual.

When I got downstairs, I met Ah Luo who got up early to read, but I couldn't see Ah Yin. I asked Wu Qian who was sweeping the floor. Fire up the side stove at noon.

"What do you mean by beating the stove?" Song Nineteen asked.

"Cantonese, hot pot." Li Shishi leaned against the stairs and handed the note back to Wuqian.

Song Nineteen nodded and went to the kitchen: "Is Ah Yin from Cantonese? I often hear her speak Cantonese."

Li Shixi paused and said, "No."

Out of the corner of the eye, it fell on A Luo, and A Luo stopped flipping the book, pinching the cover with his left hand, and tapping lightly on the title page with his right hand.

The morning light is very contradictory in the patchwork mountain city. The light is blocked by the high and low buildings. Show a bit of boldness and enthusiasm.

However, after only staying for a day, a neighbor who had met yesterday greeted A Yin who was carrying a small purse. He knew that she was from the north, so he asked her in unrefined Mandarin: "Yaomeier , get up so early?"

Ayin didn't know why her aunt became a young girl when she came to the southwest, and she didn't know if she had anything to do with Tu Laoyao, but she didn't care too much about it. Walk forward with the waist of the water snake.

She was not a hardworking girl, but when she saw the stone road yesterday, she had some inexplicable memories and unresolved premonitions.

The premonition finally took shape when I heard the word "A Yin" hesitated by the people behind me.

A Yin turned around and saw that he was a not very tall man, with short hair and very energetic. The material of the light-colored suit was acceptable, and the hem and cuffs were a little wrinkled, which did not hinder the view. His facial features were ordinary, but his eyes were beautiful. It is extremely long, too beautiful to be on a man's face.

Ayin's heart twisted, she frowned, and asked him: "Are you—"

If it was in the past, she would have laughed immediately, regardless of whether she recognized him or not, she would have said yes, but looking at the man's slightly trembling fingers, the Adam's apple sliding up and down, and the faint light in his eyes, she always felt that He is not.

It should not be a benefactor.

Hearing her words, the man's eyes dimmed forlornly, as if he had blown out the oil lamp.A Yin stared into his eyes, and suddenly a word stuck in his chest.

She stretched out her hand, held the silk and tapped it in the air, then retracted it and pressed it against her lower lip, wondering: "It's you? Are you—"

The oil lamp in his pupils lit up again, and the man stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes. Me, Aping!"

Ah Yin pondered for a long time before answering: "Ah Ping?"

She looked him up and down.There is such a Ping, when he was a child in the south with his master, he lived next door, Cantonese, because he was always bullied by some bad boys because of his bird language, Ayin couldn't stand it, so he threw stones for him. back.

A Yin has a hot temper and is a learner, so the boys didn't dare to make a big noise, so they dispersed in a swarm.

Since then, this Aping has followed her.

A Yin beamed with joy: "Maybe it's been many years, isn't it? How are you, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Ah Ping lowered his head and glanced at his dusty toes. Over the years, he has become more eloquent, and his Cantonese accent is no longer spoken. It can be seen that Ah Yin is still only one or two confused. Character.

"How about you, are you okay?" He stretched the hem of his suit, trying to cover up some embarrassment.At first, I thought I was living well enough, but when I saw Ah Yin's delicate cheongsam, her unruly temple hair, her coquettish red lips and fair cheeks, I suddenly realized that nothing had changed in the past ten years. It is to look up to for a lifetime.

"Me," Ayin smiled lightly, with small brackets on both sides of her mouth, "OK, not good."

One of the four great joys in life is meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land. However, in many cases, reunion after a long absence is not the old acquaintance in front of you, but the self thrown deep in the memory.It will bring that person to you unexpectedly, make you look at the time of many years, and ask you through the mouth of others-how are you, how are you doing?

The answer is usually wistful and confused.If it's not good, I'm sorry for Chunfeng's proud face, if it's good, I'm sorry for Qian Fan's exhausted heart.

So Ayin only pulled her ears and hair, and hid the story in the pauses of "good" and "bad".

Fortunately, Ah Ping didn't ask any further questions, and was completely immersed in the joy of the reunion. He stuffed the sweet cakes he bought just now into Ah Yin's hands, asked her where she lived, and sent her back.

A Yin didn't refuse anything, but stopped at the alley, said goodbye to him politely, and went back to the residence with her wallet.

The old wooden door was pushed open, and Ah Luo's gaze greeted her.Ah Luo moved a low stool and sat in the yard to choose vegetables. Seeing A Yin came back, he didn't say anything else, he just lowered his head and moved his hands leisurely.

A Yin leaned against the door and watched her, with the wallet in her hand tapped on her lap, suddenly felt that this scene was a bit absurd.

In the storybook, the majestic Lord Yan Luo sits on a wooden stool with four legs that are not aligned on one side. In front of him is an iron basin as big as a washbasin. The workmanship is not very good, and the edges are crooked. Like a work of art, no one who looks at it will be reluctant to get it stained with spring water.

She said goodbye to A Ping, looked at A Luo, and suddenly felt uncomfortable like time travel. She should have thought that A Ping, a mortal childhood sweetheart, was down-to-earth, and Yan Luo, a ghost who met by chance, was a powerful and unconstrained style.

But she actually felt that it was the opposite.

She walked over, hooked a stool at random, sat next to Ah Luo, put her hands in her belly to warm, and asked her, "How did you do this?"

A Luo said: "Didn't you say that you want to eat hot pot at noon?"

A Yin slapped his head and smiled: "I actually forgot, and I didn't buy any food."

Ah Luo glanced at the pastry she was holding, but said nothing.

A Yin pursed her lips, watched her choose dishes for a while, and asked her, "Do you cook normally?"

"No." Ah Luo shook his head.

Ayin lowered her head, retracted her wrist on her lower abdomen, and felt that she had nothing to say to her for a moment, but unusually, she didn't want to end the conversation with Ah Luo.She looked at the figure outlined by the sunlight beside her, she was soft and weak, like a little girl, as if if you were louder, it would make her frown unbearably.

She thought, if she was really just a little girl, what she wanted to say to her would probably be one or two more words.

A Yin let go of her lips and asked her suddenly: "You people from Taishan Manor don't grow old or die, don't you?"

"Yes." Ah Luo said.

"Like a zombie," Ayin smiled, looked down at his heels, and said softly after a while, "What's the point?"

Ah Luo stopped moving and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Ayin explained: "We live once for the sake of rarity. Naturally, we have to save money for decades of living, and we have to live in a decent way. If there is no end, there will be no life and death, no more Fear, what hope, what is there to cherish?"

Ah Luo raised his head, stared at her for a while, then took the handkerchief beside him, wiped his hands carefully, and shook his head: "It is not death to be afraid of."

A Luo frowned, and heard A Luoman say: "It's lost, it's forgotten."

"Fear of losing loved ones, fear of losing love and hatred, fear of forgetting what should be remembered, fear of forgetting what you want to commemorate." Death is just a concrete representation of loss and forgetting. If death does not mean the end, there is nothing to fear The place.

Ah Yin was stunned, seeing Ah Luo looking at her, she said softly: "I am also losing and being forgotten, so I am also afraid."

Fear of not being selected, fear of not being cherished, fear of doing useless work.

She has a lot of time, and thus has nourished a lot of patience, but this does not mean endless.She also has times of fatigue, worry, and times of weariness and persistence.

Ah Luo caressed the cheek of the person in front of him with his eyes, and for the first time, he desperately hoped that she would understand all the efforts he had made.