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The group of people did not stay too long at the Yaocao place, and then walked to the depths of the tomb. In the center was a square brick and stone platform with a narrow bottom and a wide top. It looked half a meter high, and a new The coffin is long and wide, and the black and blue lacquered wood exudes a dense luster.

On the left and right of the stone platform stood two glass lamps of the same color as the coffin, stretching out like tree branches. Li Shishi motioned for the youngest Tu to come forward and light the lamps. There was a slight sound of "cracking", and the white oil candle was filled with wax. Fragrance, together with the sudden light, spread in the cool tomb.

The candle was lit, but there was no warmth at all. Ayin wrapped her coat, her teeth clenched and trembled, Li Shixi picked up Shijiu, touched her ice-like little hand, and asked her, "Is it cold? "

"It's not cold." Song Nineteen breathed in a childish voice.

Tu Lao Yao stomped his feet from the cold, rubbing his hands and staring at the fur collar around A Yin's face, A Yin looked around, turned around in place, and said, "There are no corpses here."

Li Shishi pressed Song Shijiu's vest with his palm, and said to the youngest Tu: "Pick up the nails and open the coffin."

Tu Laojiao let out an "Ai", stepped forward with his cloth pocket in his arms, clasped his hands together respectfully, and put a stick of Xuxiang on the coffin, then took out a crowbar as thick as two fingers, and stepped onto the stone platform to use his strength, With one hand, he inserted the crowbar into the coffin nail in the lower right corner, held back his strength with a rough shout, and lifted the long and thin giant nail out in three or two strokes.

Throwing six of them one after another, only an unsealed long nail remained in the center, stuck abruptly in the center, with a few rounds of densely woven red thread wrapped around the head of the nail, Tu Lao Yao was about to start, but heard Li Shi One said: "The children and grandchildren can't move the nails, just come down."

Tu Laoyao agreed, and jumped down in twos and threes. His whole body was warmed up by the work. He wiped the sweat from his neck, held the crowbar in his hand and weighed it, thinking that if he met a zongzi , giving a sap is also considered a handy hand.

Li Shiyi put another arm around Song Nineteen, freed his hand to tap on the bottom of his right ear, but only heard the occasional sound of crackling and exploding lights, which was very clean.She and A Yin looked at each other, and their eyes signaled her to go forward.

A Yin took his eyes around her unhurriedly, and glanced at Song Shijiu in her arms with a half-smile and a half-smile, and then stretched out his hand to tug on the front of the youngest Tu, and pulled him forward together. , leaving the sour back to Li Shishi, and whispered to the youngest Tu: "Why do I hold that girl like a nanny and never let go? If you dare, we will become Guanyin soldiers."

"What do you mean by Guanyin soldiers?" Tu Laomo asked her while pushing the coffin lid.

"I don't know, a guest from Guangdong taught me." A Yin shook his head, after all, he was a servant.

The youngest Tu was used to her random selection of vocabulary, so she happily put her head down on her work.

The coffin lid was pushed open by the two together. Ayin didn't have time to take a closer look, and she let go of her back and complained of back pain. Li Shishi took a closer look and found that there was nothing special about Aunt Zhao's body. The face was livid with lime, and the wall was covered with putty. A layer of heavy makeup, but it can't hide the charcoal spots from the skin, and there is a faint smell of decay in the incense.

Ayin couldn't bend her waist, she only supported her back with one hand, and called out in a coquettish voice: "While you can still distinguish the eyebrows, take a closer look, she looks good and I look good?"

She picked the ending sound contemptuously, obviously very displeased with Master Wu's behavior of liking the new and disliking the old.

The youngest Tu put his red hands into his cuffs and covered them, his thighs shook his body habitually, and said in a drawn-out voice: "Comparing the appearance of a dead person, eh——the brain is not clear."

A Yin was about to retort, but there was movement on the other side of Li Shishi. Song Nineteen broke free from her arms, swayed in small steps, hugged the coffin with his small hands, straddled his short legs, and rolled away with a grunt. go in.

"This... yes, what are you doing?" The youngest Tu was stunned, unable to speak.

"Do you recognize your mother?" Ayin looked suspiciously at the little man rolling in the coffin.

But I saw Song Nineteen tossing a few times in the coffin, holding the edge with his small hands and standing up, unsteadily holding out a scroll of silk painting, and handing it to Li Shishi, his watery little mouth opened: "This .”

The pupils of her black gem eyes are ignorant and innocent, and the whites of her eyes are light blue that is unique to infants. She is clearly a child who is not familiar with the world, but the scene of climbing up from the coffin is so bizarre, it makes my heart skip a beat for no reason. .

Li Shishi looked at her calmly.

Ayin took a breath, this skill... Hound?

Li Shiyi glanced at her, stepped forward and took the silk painting in Song Shijiu's hand, thought for a while and then stroked her head. Disassembled flexibly, the dark yellow silk painting was invaded by history, mottled and showing the traces of the years, with some defects in the corners, but fortunately, the pattern in the center is still complete, there is no color on the painting, only the dark lines rigidly outline a body. The woman with the cross-collared train has long hair below her waist and is tied low. She has a slim figure and is just about the right age.

Although the painting skills are not exquisite, one can vaguely recognize the sad face of the woman covering her face and weeping. Li Shishi caressed the belt hooks and leather depicted on the clothing with his thumb, and asked softly, "A painting from the Spring and Autumn Period?"

Three people, two big, one small, and three people looked at her quietly. Li Shiyi's serious appearance was extremely good-looking. It also reveals an indescribable certainty, which makes people feel at ease to the bone.

The youngest Tu didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't dare to breathe, Song Nineteen was sleepy, and leaned against her wearily, finally A Yin said: "I think it's it, take it back."

She stroked her thin arm a few times: "It's so cold."

After coming out of the mausoleum, it was already the shadow of the moon. The housekeeper and his family members were still waiting at the foot of the mountain, dozing off with a bonfire. Seeing them coming out, they were very pleasantly surprised. He got into the car with his arms around him and went back to the house.

Seeing the painting, Mr. Wu was so happy that tears overflowed. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and rubbed it over and over again, as if he had found his heart and soul.

The treasure was lost and found again, Master Wu had no other thoughts, and went into the study with the silk painting in his hand.The butler was decent, paid the money as entrusted in the letter, and arranged for Li Shiyi and others to rest in the east wing, saying that if there was nothing to do, they would stay for a few days, and if it was important, they would buy it in the morning. Ticket to go.Li Shiyi obeyed his orders rather than being respectful, and moved into the East Courtyard with his and her children.The housekeeper took care of Granny Xia, who was in charge of the small kitchen, and finally prepared a table of dishes. The hot and delicious food made your index finger move, and the youngest Tu was not polite. Then came several plates of pastries.

After drinking and eating, they each went back to the wing room. Song Shijiu was very tired. Li Shishi wiped her hands and feet, and changed the clothes that had been rolled in the coffin. Coaxed to sleep.

Around the time of Haishi, the faint sound of pipa came from the courtyard, melodious and melodious, like a sound from outside the sky, lingering and haunting Qingyue opening the screen window.

Li Shishi closed the door and went out, but Ah Yin, who had drunk a few cups of wine, was sitting at the stone table, holding a willow pipa with a narrow neck and a big belly. And out, surrounded by the faint feeling of alcohol, curling around the beam.

Li Shishi sat across from her and said, "It's been a long time since I heard you play the piano."

Ayin stopped moving, hugged the pipa with her jade arms across her shoulders, and said with a smile, "Grandma's piano sound is very valuable, how much money do you have?"

After speaking, she slumped her shoulders and smiled, and reached out to Li Shiyi.

Li Shishi frowned unhappily, and said, "I have money."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "There are many."

Ayin laughed "puchi" and withdrew her hand: "Yes." She put her head down and touched the strings of the qin, and said leisurely: "Since you have money, when will you be the head of the day when you are going to the grave?"

Li Shishi didn't answer, and A Yin didn't ask any more questions. He straightened up and gently pulled the silk strings, and sang a song with a smile on his mouth.

"The temples are like crow feathers, and the temples are cut like knives, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. If you don't make up, I'm afraid your mother will guess. You can't help but insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half crooked."

Her eyes were smoky, decorated by the moonlight, wet with water, and her powder-soaked figure was stacked with the pipa, plump and white and tender, revealing the temptation and loneliness of not knowing when it will be.

If someone looks at her, it is like looking into the moon.

In the early morning of the next day, the youngest Tu got up early, knocked on the door one by one, and Li Shishi was sitting at the table, feeding Song Shijiu a mouthful of porridge in a leisurely manner. The chubby face is bulging, chewing and blinking, like a little squirrel hiding fruit.

A Yin yawned and leaned against the door, and Tu Lao Yao went into the room as usual, checking them one by one in a robbing manner, and even bent down to look at the bottom of the table: "Is everything tidy? Is there anything left behind?" ?”

Originally, it was just a casual question, but Li Shiyi used a porcelain spoon to scrape off the soup left on Song Nineteen's mouth, and said lightly, "Yes."

"What?" Tu Lao Yao asked suspiciously.

Li Shishi retracted the spoon, and raised the corner of his lips in an unclear way: "Time."

Monk Tu Lao Yaozhang Er couldn't figure it out, Ayin stood up straight and stared at the people in the room.Li Shishi put down the bowl, pointed to Song Shijiu and said, "She didn't grow."

The author says:

"Half a crow's temples cut like a knife": "The temples like a crow's feathers are cut like a knife, and the small hibiscus flowers have a narrow forehead. I'm afraid my mother will guess if I don't do my makeup. I can't help but insert a nobile, half of which is fluffy and half Crooked."