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The sound of thunder and rain smashed the lazy bones of the small building, and the sweet dream woke up from the gloomy sky.A Yin was leaning against the window, pocketing the bird's nest brought from Shanghai in a silk bag, holding the silver scissors to carefully pick out the fine hairs, while Ah Luo sat aside with a cloak on, coughing softly after turning over a page of the book.

Her body and bones are almost in good condition, except that the rainy days are repeated, and her back is clammy and cold, like the rheumatism of the uncle next door.

She coughed, and Ah Yin frowned, but said nothing, only secretly speeding up the movement of picking the bird's nest.

There was a noise in the corridor, and Li Shixi and Song Shijiu went downstairs.A Yin secretly saw that the two of them were not as tired of being together as they used to be, they kept a distance of half a body between them, they didn't even connect their hands, they just walked down the stair railing one by one.

Li Shishi didn't look at people, he lowered his head and stared at his feet, walking steadily and lightly.

Song Nineteen still stretched out his hand to support her at the corner, only took a small hit, and retracted it reservedly.

Something is wrong.Ayin frowned delicately, and his eyeballs swept back and forth.

The distance between people is a subject of knowledge, often the extreme familiarity is polite, and the most ambiguous part is precisely the alienation after getting close.

The two greeted Ayin and Luo, but Li Shishi didn't have any intention of explaining why Song Nineteen came back. He just sat down on the sofa, tightly clenched his fist with his right hand against his nose, and coughed twice quietly , Song Nineteen moved his ears, reached out to touch the kettle on the table, picked it up and leaned over to pour her a cup of boiling hot water.

When she handed it to her, her eyes were still on the table, as if the newspaper on it was worth exploring, and the raising of the back of her hand was just a casual movement.

Li Shishi took it and took a sip against his lower lip.

She looked very tired, and she didn't even have the desire to turn the pages of the book. She just put her arms on the armrest and rubbed the center of her brows tiredly.

There was a pause in rubbing the center of her eyebrows, her eyelashes trembled slightly, the center of her brows furrowed indistinctly, and her eyes narrowed faintly.

Song Nineteen put Erlang's legs down, stepped on his high heels, and got up to light a lamp.

The room brightened up, and the gully between Li Shishi's eyebrows was smoothed out instantly. She pressed her forehead and pursed her lips, with an indistinct smile in her eyes.

A Yin looked at Song Shijiu who was back on the sofa seat and buried himself in his book, and then at Li Shishi who was sluggish, and cursed in his heart.

It was as if a full-term kitten was scratching her heart boredly, with a slight pain in the tickle, which aroused her rampant curiosity infinitely.

"What to eat?" Li Shishi finally spoke out, with a strong nasal voice and a little hoarse voice.

Only then did Song Nineteen turn his head, hooked his drooping hair behind his ears, blinked and glanced at Li Shishi's lips before thinking seriously.

The moment she raised her head, there was nothing in her eyes, and she was so confused that she seemed to be wandering away. With just one glance, A Yin knew that she hadn't read a single word at all.

A Yin is very familiar with such an absent-minded expression, and he is also very familiar with this kind of thought that he is clearly beside him but let his miss ferment.This time there was no need to ask Ah Luo, she understood it by herself.

Li Shishi was put to sleep, moreover, he should have been tossed and turned to sleep.

Suddenly she felt untimely pity.She couldn't say exactly why she had such a strange emotion, but she was like this often, when encountering indescribable gossip, she would sigh first in her heart-it's a crime.

To coax Song Nineteen back, he paid such a price.

"Do you eat Chaoshou?" Li Shishi asked again, with a smoky ending when he spoke. When the smoke dissipated, his thin lips touched up and down, and his smooth and white neck was drawn in by his inhalation. Also follow suit.Song Shijiu might not be able to tell what sexy is, but she felt the unexpected attraction between Li Shishi's texture and veins.

In the past, her attractiveness was hidden by a disheveled face, but now it is evaporating more and more. It seems that the wine has been aged enough, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are very seductive.

But this sultry has a natural sense of proportion, neither offensive nor excessive, like a snail stretching out its keen tentacles, shyly shrinking back when it touches the spring.

Just like at this moment, she didn't wait for Song Nineteen's answer, but she waited for her hesitation, and she lowered her eyes with feeling, without raising her eyebrows.

So Song Nineteen said: "Eat."

The drooping eyelids were raised again, and Li Shishi said, "I'll do it for you."

"I'll do it." Song Nineteen stood up and said in a low voice, "You rest."

The two entered the kitchen one after the other, except for the collision of pots and pans, there was no sound.Ah Yin's heart was pounding, and in the repeated refusal just now, the desire seemed to be sprinkled with spring rain, and it took root and sprouted without any concealment.

So she put down the bird's nest and asked Ah Luo: "The scorpion snake is a divine beast, and so is the candle dragon, isn't it?"

Ah Luo didn't know why, so she coughed softly: "What?"

"Is there any relationship between the dragon and the snake?" For example, the same origin or something?

The suspicion in her eyes was not concealed, Ah Luo reacted and smiled slightly: "No."

After copying his hand, he found out that there was no more vinegar. Song Nineteen Su liked to eat sour, so he held up an umbrella and asked Aunt Zhao at the entrance of the alley to borrow some.Li Shiyi put on his clothes and went with her, and was stepping over the threshold with his sleeves on, when he looked up and saw Song Shijiu holding an umbrella, his eyes fell on the gate of the courtyard.

The sky in front of the courtyard was like water washing pens, with wet dark clouds piled up, raindrops falling down one by one like strings of beads, and the chill of tick-tock penetrated into the bones.There is a dark shadow leaning against the courtyard gate, not as tall as the young saplings planted in spring, almost blending with the old wooden gate.

When it got closer, two groups of clear dots moved in the black shadow, and only then did it reveal the breath of a living creature.

What kind of shadow is this? It is clearly a young girl with a yellow and thin face.

The little girl was wearing an indistinguishable color padded jacket, which was so tattered that it could not cover her body, but the exposed skin seemed to be rolled in a pile of coal, and it was dyed into dark patches and light patches of black. The only color was the pale whites of her eyes. , and chilblains on his hands like rotten carrots.

She leaned against the door and let herself drenched, holding the door with one hand, removed her soaked cotton shoes, and stared blankly at the bright and beautiful Li Shishi and Song Shijiu for a long time. Huizi sniffled and reached out to tug at the hem of the padded jacket.

She shook her hands, and only pulled hard twice, but she still couldn't cover her body, so she stopped pushing, paused for a while, and raised her hand to pull the messy braid again.

The straw on the braid was soaked and gave off an unpleasant rotten smell. She seemed to want to take it off, but she couldn't figure it out anyway, so she just shrank her neck and remained expressionless as before. Staring at Song Nineteen.

She stared at Song Nineteen's warm fur collar coat, at her well-cut cheongsam, and took a dull look at her clean and tidy high-heeled leather shoes. Finally, her small throat moved, as if she smelled handwriting in the door. Finally, sporadic envy appeared in his eyes.

Before she came back to her senses, she heard two footsteps, and a gust of warm fragrance enveloped her. She raised her eyes in a daze, and saw Song Nineteen quickly walking up to her and squatting down, wrapping her in a cashmere coat. With a shivering body, the umbrella was propped aside.

She frowned and asked, "Why are you here alone?"

The little girl stared at the person in front of her, and said nothing.The rain falls from Song Nineteen’s eyelashes, even the wolves are so snobbish, the rain is so snobbish, falling on poor people’s houses is like rubble thrown in the well, falling on good people’s houses is like leaning on the railing for decoration .

The rain stopped suddenly, Li Shishi put up his umbrella, bowed his head and said softly, "Go in first."