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Li Shixi led Song Shijiu back to the house, took a pot of hot water from the small stove, filled her with a cup of Lu'an tea, and prepared face-washing water at just the right temperature.

Song Shijiu took the towel that Li Shishi had twisted, buried his face in the hot and humid steam, took a deep breath, and heard the sound of Li Shishi packing up his books.

Li Shishi tidied up the scattered letterheads one by one, and put them in the book cover. The sound of the letterheads seemed to have the fragrance of ink, which could soothe those who were tired from the journey.

Only then did Song Shijiu finally have the impression of "coming back", which was solidly embodied in Li Shishi's movements, dispelling her years of wandering feelings one by one.

Turning another page, she heard Li Shishi ask: "Now that you remember it, what does Zhu Yan say?"

Song Nineteen put the handkerchief on the wooden frame, turned around and leaned to the side, with his hands on his sides, blinked and said, "Thinking about it, being a pig is not bad."

"The current situation is chaotic, food and meat are soaring, it's not cheap."

She spoke seriously, but the smile in her eyes was very sly, and she even raised her eyebrows slowly and looked into Li Shishi's eyes.

Li Shishi let go of his pursed lips, shook his head and laughed.

She finally smiled, her smile was calm and clear, still like Yun Shu Yunjuan, who was the most romantic in Song Shijiu's heart.Song Nineteen looked at her quietly, walked to the table, and sat opposite her, with a hot cup of tea in the center, she looked at her through the fragrance of the tea with her hand, and said: "Before I opened my mouth, you were scared. "

They used declarative sentences, and Li Shishi did not need to answer them.

Then came the question: "What are you afraid of?"

The fragrance of tea made Li Shishi's eyebrows wet, like a fruit being swallowed tenderly. Song Shijiu moistened his lower lip, not realizing how sexy his actions were.

She just rolled her eyes and said slowly: "I just have a memory. Could it be that tomorrow you have a memory and you don't want me?"

Her voice is still delicate and soft, like fruit wine that enters the throat, it is sweet at the first listen, and drunk again.

Li Shishi began to feel that a late temptation was slowly beginning.

But the person opposite said something seriously, she said in a low voice, "You've worried too much, it's my turn."

I don't know if Lingheng, who used to look down on her, has the slightest tenderness of Li Shiyixing when he speaks.

Song Nineteen lowered his head and drew a circle with his index finger along the teacup: "I'm going to do it."

"Today I am with you without any grievances. In the future, if you hesitate even a little bit, you will not stop being with me, so you will feel ashamed."

"This is a trick you never taught me, and I only use it to deal with you."

She bit her lip, her eyes twinkled, half innocent and half arrogant, half Li Shishi's beloved little girl, half a predator who came back to revive her strength.

What she wants to plunder is Li Shiyi's unreserved love, and now it is the first clear-cut drum of war.

The war drum was beating in Li Shishi's heart, rumbling, like the prelude to the coming spring rain, the sky was rolling with thunder, and then there was going to be a patter of rain.

It will fall over the sky and cover the sky, and it will nourish all desiring creatures.

Li Shishi said, "Yes, I'm afraid."

When Song Nineteen opened her eyes, she was afraid, afraid that the woman in front of her would no longer be her former self.Heng Gongyu said that she was afraid when she revealed her love, fearing that the unknowable love would have an absurd reason.

When Ah Luo said Meng Po Tang, she was afraid, afraid that Song Shijiu's forgotten past would have unforgettable memories that should not be forgotten.

She thought of countless possibilities to torture herself, but she didn't.

She was not lucky since she was a child. When her mother sold her to her master, she only said that she was learning a craft. It took her a month to realize that what her parents said to see her was a lie.

She and her master depended on each other for life, reading and practicing formulas, when she opened the coffin for the first time and took out the gold strings on the bones, she was so scared that her calves trembled, and only then did she know what she was eating on weekdays.It is the meal of the dead, the meal of the dead who is condemned by heaven for harming Yin and virtue.

Afterwards, every time she escaped death, she prepared for the worst. If she could save her life, she would be considered lucky.

And Song Nineteen told her that the word "lucky" is not only as small as "survival", it can be very big, it can be more and more.

Every time she climbed out of the dead, she looked at Song Shijiu with eyes like seeing the sun again, which is the most fragile kind, and also the hardest kind.

Song Nineteen was disturbed by her eyes, she lowered her voice, and said softly: "The memory of the past is a memory, isn't the memory of our acquaintance a memory? Who said it has to be put on a scale to measure the weight? I'm not."

"The world is changing, and there are many thoughts. If the me in the past is not the me of the present, will the me of tomorrow be the me of today? The me of this hour, or the me of the next hour?"

"Which me is in your heart?"

"You used to say that everything happened yesterday, such as death yesterday, and everything today, such as being born today. You are the most transparent and intelligent, but now you are looking forward and backward, and afraid of the head and the tail?"

She threw several questions in a row, causing Li Shiyi's brows to frown slightly, and she was speechless again, vaguely remembering that this seemed to be the third time.The last time she questioned why she couldn't like her, and the last time, it seemed that in a bustling but empty street, there was an angry young man who raised his chin to argue with her about her guilt.

Only then did Song Nineteen shut up tenderly, and after a while he said, "Look."

"In the past and present, you can't beat me."

"In this life and previous life, I can't beat you."

"Therefore some things are more or less predestined. And those that can be changed at will, it doesn't matter if you think about it."

The tea soup cooled down and the heat dissipated. Song Nineteen's face was clear and bright, flickering in the candlelight.

"There's something insignificant that I want to change right now," she said.

Li Shishi's heart skipped a beat, and she had a subtle premonition, as if someone was pulling at the tip of her heart and gently tugging, and the next second, gently stroking.

Song Nineteen stretched out his hand to her, pursed his lips: "Come here."

Li Shixi hesitated for a moment, then walked up to her, and then she grabbed her wrist and sat sideways on Song Shijiu's legs.

Song Shijiu circled her, watching Li Shishi suspiciously raised one eyebrow, and then put his fragrant lips close to the red mole on Li Shishi's neck.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, her voice was low as if she was whispering: "I want you."

I want eleven, I want Lingheng.

She moved away a little distance, her eyeballs turned pink, she looked at Li Shishi with such drunken eyes, and asked her, "Are you okay?"

Li Shishi's breathing was slightly disturbed for a moment, but she only hid the reserved clouds behind her ears, her face was still cold, she stared at Song Shijiu from top to bottom, and put her right hand on her back.

She asked, "And then?"

"Then, I apologize to you." Song Nineteen grabbed Li Shishi's hand.

"How do I invite you?" Li Shishi's eyes were about to melt away.

"You can pick and choose."

The most beautiful love words are called desire, and the three words spoken are wanting you.

I want you when you write, I want you when you draw, I want you when I wake up, I want you before going to bed, I want to occupy your complete body and time, I want to be the superior of your emotions and the worshiper of your thoughts.

She wanted Li Shishi all over again with all the shameful gestures that she had imagined and dared not imagine.

It is also necessary to engrave the seal that has never been given before in the warmest humidity in a different way.

She will have a hearty love with her, and then a long and wonderful dream.