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Ah Luo left, and Ah Yin had discovered this since the moment he opened his eyes.

Some people have a sense of ritual when they disappear from their lives, and there will be a little rustling sound in their hearts, like a rough rag wiping away every inch of trace.What's annoying is that when she appeared, there might not be a decent reminder, and she even existed quietly, as if she was an insignificant person.

As usual, Ayin got up with her shoes on, and buckled her body from bottom to top. Seeing that it was still early, she washed her hair, then wiped her wet hair and sat in front of the mirror to apply makeup.

The eyebrows and eyes are really delicate, the eyebrows are like the crooked smile lines when a person smiles, the lips are like the cinnabar between the fingers of a person when he is criticizing, the waves of the eyes are like the water ripples when a person is making tea, even the small corners of the eyes Wrinkles are like fish swimming under someone's hands.

What is "a person"?Ayin thought for a while, and with a "tsk", threw Luo Zidai back into the enamel box.

Going downstairs with her half-dried hair, she saw the five cents from the bird walker, Ayin's heart was ignited, but she said, "Why are you here?"

The words in your heart are—you didn't go with her?

Wuqian said, "My lord didn't tell me."

Ah Yin moved her lips, so she actually came back?

The question made a few twists and turns in his mouth, but in the end he didn't get the permission to appear, so A Yin just moved his neck indifferently, and walked past him to the kitchen.

She went to the kitchen to peel an egg, rolled it habitually on the table before peeling it, she stopped, as if she had learned this action from Li Shishi, but she didn’t, she thought about it messily for a while, and bit down on the first egg. When I took a bite, my thoughts went astray.

She lowered her arrogant eyelashes, and suddenly realized that if she hadn't taken the five coins, there might be another solution, that is, she really didn't plan to come back.

The astringent feeling came up again, she puffed her cheeks and exhaled a small breath, but forgot that there was still a very dry half of the egg yolk in her throat, she accidentally choked hard, and coughed out of breath, She hastily unscrewed the water pipe to take a glass of tap water, but regardless of the fact that it was raw, she poured it down as soon as she raised her head.

The glass of water seemed to be endless, and every sip was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a sound of throat bone in my ears, one by one, as if something restless was being pressed down.

After she finished drinking, she put down the cup, burped unreservedly, wiped the water stains around her mouth, and the rouge stuck to the back of her hand, she glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's been wiped off again. "

After dinner in the afternoon, Li Shixi told A Yin what he had seen and heard on the mountain yesterday, and said that he was afraid that Song Nineteen would not be in a stable mood, so he would go to the mountains in a few days.A Yin looked at Li Shishi's thin lips, and felt that the emotion in her mouth was not stable, and it seemed that it was not Ah Jiu who was worrying.

Others may not believe it, but she, Qingmei with a cold face, has the most understanding and considerate in the world.For example, she only glanced at Ah Yin's swollen peach-like eyes, and never asked about Ah Luo's whereabouts.

The days went by as usual, a few people were listening to operas, or playing cards clatteringly, idle like fools.Wuqian also thought about it for three or two days, Yan Luo didn't take him, the government didn't chase him away, he couldn't figure out the doorway here, so he decided to stand still and live down-to-earth.

But Ah Yin looked at him, and the more he looked at him, the more dazzling he became. After playing a few rounds of cards, he didn't bother to go to the table, and sat in the yard by himself in a daze.

She misses Lao Yao a little bit.

When he was in the past, I always got together with him. Two mortals, he was stupider than myself. It also sounds solid.

Light footsteps sounded from behind, a breeze blew, and a girl sat beside her.

A Yin folded her arms, feeling a little cold, and turned to look at Song Nineteen: "I don't need to add any clothes outside, is it cold or not?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, and said "Oh" in her heart.Except for the two times of borrowing her nose and wasting her time, Song Nineteen had never had a headache and brain fever. Once in the ground, she was afraid that Nineteen would be cold, so she held her in her arms and rubbed her arms for a long time. Coughed for several days.

That happened last winter. Speaking of it, it was almost a year.

Song Nineteen didn't say anything, just sat obediently beside her, with her shoulders warm.

A Yin looked at the ugly old elm tree in the yard, pointed it out, and asked Song Nineteen: "You said this yard is good, but this crooked-neck tree is very obtrusive."

Song Nineteen took a look.

A Yin said again: "But if you cut it off, it will be bald, maybe you won't get used to it."

Not maybe, but definitely.She felt that she was standing in a bare yard. Every time she went out, her skirt would always be caught by the tree branch, or her forehead would be bumped against the branch. The tree was cut down, but now sitting on the stump, neither the left nor the right, I always feel like something is missing.

"Human, hypocritical." She clutched the bruised forehead of the villain in her heart, and muttered to the conclusion.

She didn't care if Song Nineteen could understand, anyway, she felt that getting used to this thing was terrible, she was so afraid that she would have to say it, step on the ground, and then spit hard.

However, Song Nineteen brushed the hair on his face, looked at the old elm tree and said softly, "You know, I probably did many wrong things in the past, and General Qin's incident is probably just one of them."

"I told Eleven that I was afraid, and she told me that what happened yesterday was like death yesterday, and what happened today is like being born today."

The meaning of time is to make everything a thing of the past.

"Ayin," Song Nineteen looked at her, pursed his lips, and let go after a while, "Tell me, what is longevity?"

Ayin frowned.

Song Nineteen said: "I said, longevity is punishment."

"Eleven told me that what defines a person is nothing but what she did in the past. Then an eternal person has only one chance to be defined."

"They have all the good and bad memories in their hearts, and they can only wait for themselves to forget them. If they can't forget them, they can only bear them and bear them forever."

"But ordinary people are different." Song Nineteen paused, "They have many opportunities to start all over again, they are always brand new, and they can always be babies."

Song Nineteen seldom said so many things, and she was not used to reasoning with others, but her words had a natural and unpretentious innocence, which just rightly touched A Yin's old heartstrings.

She heard a buzzing sound in her heart, and she finally had the courage to start thinking about Ah Luo.

She understood Song Nineteen's words.A Yin is her, Fu Wuyin is also her, and she has been her in many previous lives, but she has the right to experience and forget different lives.

The soul is immortal and the body can be transformed. Isn't it another form of eternal life?

Song Nineteen rested her head on her knees. She thought about these words for several days. She was explaining Ayin and confessing herself. She also needed to face longevity and build up the courage to bear and bear.

The hawking on the street is also immortal, and it has been lively in the same continuous line since ancient times.A Yin was digesting Song Nineteen's words, and was looking up, but unexpectedly bumped into A Ping.

He was still in the same suit, more wrinkled. Seeing A Yin, he had a simple smile on his face.

A Yin took a small step back, and the words "don't see him" echoed like ringing in her ears, but she looked at A Ping, stopped her evasive steps, put her hands in the pockets of the woolen coat, and stepped forward Meeting his gaze, he said, "It's such a coincidence, I'll meet you later."

This is the street all the time.

"I'm waiting for you on purpose." Ah Ping looked at her.

A Yin said: "You sent me back that day, if there is anything, you should look for me in the alley."

A Ping was a little disappointed: "I forgot."

He scratched his head, very embarrassed: "My memory is not very good in the past two years, I only walked through that alley once, and I forgot."

A Yin smiled and followed him along the street. There was a faint commotion at the end of the street. A Yin squinted his eyes and A Ping followed suit. Some kind of slogan."

"Yeah." Ayin lowered her head, listening to the sound of the crowd getting closer.

A Ping turned to her and said, "If you have time, take me there again later, I will definitely remember this time."

Ayin stuck her tongue in her mouth, thought for a while, and said, "No."

"I'm going back to the north in two days." She lied.

A Ping was taken aback, a little unsteady, and asked her: "Go, where are you going? I..."

He looked into A Yin's eyes, and still didn't have the courage to say the words "I'll go with you".

He was timid since he was young, and Ayin was fierce. He was afraid that Ayin's fear would become a habit. As long as she frowned a little, showing a slight disapproval, he would not propose a word.

A Yin was talking about the north, not a city, so he was saying—don’t follow me.

Students holding flags and banners lined up in a square formation and walked over enthusiastically. The crowd began to surge, and the shocking momentum drove the pedestrians on both sides to run.A Yin put his eyes on the braids, blue cloth clothes and black skirts of the female students. Their mouths were breathing white, and their hands holding the flags were red with cold.

She smiled, the righteousness of this family is always warm-blooded, even in cold weather it can scald people hot or cold.

She was about to talk to A Ping, but saw A Ping habitually took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A Yin narrowed her eyes, looked at A Ping carefully, and her heart jumped up in a gloomy way. She stretched out her hand in a daze, motioned for A Ping to hold it, and asked him softly: "It's getting colder today—— -Are you cold?"

A Ping handed over her hand, squeezed the temperature on her hand with a smile, and said with a smile, "I am..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, but fixed in A Yin's eyes suspiciously.

A Yin's fingertips trembled slightly, then retracted, still put it back in his pocket, pinched it inside, and there were blood marks on his nails.

At this moment, her peach blossom eyes were bleakly open, and the freshness inside was crushed, shining with an unbearable crystal.

She choked her throat, and asked A Ping slowly and in a low voice: "I never asked you, why did you go to the tomb in Jinyun Mountain that day?"

She understood everything, A Ping was wearing a wrinkled suit, a towel that was constantly wiping sweat, and memories of being muddled and difficult to know the way.

——He died early on the way to climb the mountain, and then entered the old tomb as a ghost. Under the influence of the magic circle, he lost the memory of his death just like Qin Liangyu, and the time on his body stayed in that summer forever.

A Ping lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "I, I have been looking for you. I know you are an upside-down person. I heard that there is a tomb, so I often go to have a look. Maybe..."

Maybe, can I bump into you?

I don't know if she didn't say this, or was drowned in the high-pitched voices. Ah Yin was hit by someone in the student movement without paying attention, and leaned against the street with her ankle sprained. She looked up and saw that A Ping was also pushed in a daze. In the middle of the crowd, he stumbled forward with the wave of people.

He looked left and right, eagerly looking for A Yin, his head popped out sometimes, and sometimes was blocked, A Yin reluctantly ran two steps and called him: "A Ping!"

The voice was too low to reach his ears, but Ah Yin continued to shout regardless: "Go to Taishan Mansion! Aping, go to Taishan Mansion!"

A Ping vaguely heard A Yin's voice, she said - Taishan Mansion?

He was ecstatic, and hurriedly stretched his neck toward the voice, no matter whether she could see it or not, he nodded heavily twice.

"Hey!" He agreed with a smile.