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Chunping scratched Song Nineteen's palms with her tender nails, her face was still expressionless, not even cute, she just bit her lip and looked at her, not intending to say another word.

Song Shijiu felt a lot of stubbornness in her faint brows and furrowed eyebrows. Through the thin and thin person, she seemed to see Li Shishi who was homeless and did not like to speak.

She considers herself to be very lucky, the god-given bone is unrestrained, and even when she was reincarnated, she was well protected by Li Shiyi, and she was raised cute and at ease, and never suffered hardships.

Thinking about it carefully, the greatest crime she suffered was nothing more than the love she couldn't get from Li Shiyi.

But now that she has Li Shishi, she can't be more perfect.

People are always like this. If they are too perfect, they will easily panic, fearing that blessings will bring disasters, and fear of side effects.Some people turn panic into hypocrisy, while others turn it into compassion and compassion.

Song Nineteen is the latter.I want to make the blessing bigger, and then bigger, so that it is indestructible enough to become an excuse to convince myself to enjoy the beauty of the world with peace of mind.Zhongshan Zhulong, whose love is overwhelming to gods and Buddhas, developed fear and awe, and became no different from Chen Mazi's daughter-in-law who burned incense and begged for a child.

On the contrary, Chunping wanted to make the sudden blessing smaller, smaller enough that she could calmly think that she deserved it, and she wouldn't be too reluctant when she slipped away.

Song Nineteen sighed inaudibly, took Chunping's hand and continued walking.

Chunping held on to her little desire, and smelled the smell of meat at the steamed stuffed bun shop, the wine at the side of the restaurant, and the rouge in front of the powder shop.The joy in her heart had never shown on her face before, her eyes were blank and curious, and she was pulling Song Nineteen's palms to sweat slightly.

Chilblain started to itch again, but it was not uncomfortable, because my heart also itched.

Bought a new jacket for Dujuan with red background powder, took the crowded tram, and packed a few pastries for dinner. When paying the money, Chunping frowned again, staring at the coins for a long time in a daze. .

A group of people went back to the house and cooked lively, but Chunping had a fever in a daze, her illness was fierce, her face was red, her eyes were chaotic, and her calves were cramping unceasingly.Song Nineteen was shocked, and hurriedly put her on the bed, wrapped her in a thick quilt, and sent her five dollars to the doctor.

The doctor came to check her pulse, and rolled her eyelids, but he couldn't find out what the pulse was, so he deliberated and prescribed two medicines for pneumonia.

The smell of rice in the kitchen was replaced by medicine, and the stove was boiling up. Several people tossed and fumbled for a long time, force-fed several bowls of medicine, and wiped her dry palms and feet carefully with a towel until In the middle of the night, the heat in Chunping's head subsided a little, and she fell into a drowsy sleep with her wet hair curled around her neck.

Song Nineteen leaned against the bed and hugged her, wiped her sweat, there was a slight sound of flipping a book behind her ears, she turned her head, and saw the silhouette of Li Eleven sitting at the table by the light.

She was a little sleepy, propped her forehead with her fingers, stretched her eyelids lazily, and twitched her delicate nostrils.

Song Nineteen suddenly produced infinite warmth in her small movements. This warmth is like a dim oil lamp, a book whose edges have been twisted out, the hot little person she hugs, and even more so tired but still waiting. Her Li Shiyi.

Everything that is not steadfast becomes down-to-earth, and everything that floats in the sky begins to take root. The nine masters who are the father and the mother begin to want a child, on an unspecial night in an unspecial year.

But this kind of thought is only for a second, and it stays longer than the sound of an oil lamp exploding, so short that it cannot become a proposal.

The unexpected motherhood in the chest was a bit long, Song Shijiu patted the soft quilt lightly, and suddenly asked Li Shishi: "Do you see me and her, do you seem like you and me in the past?"

Li Shishi turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows in surprise, his slightly red eyes rolled on Song Shijiu's tender hands, and smiled without saying a word.

"What?" Song Nineteen tilted his head and asked her.

Li Shiyi shook his head.When did she and Song Shijiu have such a quiet relationship of motherly kindness and filial piety?

If you sort out her relationship with Song Nineteen, you will naturally find that she has never regarded Song Nineteen as a child.Apart from the care of basic necessities of life, she and her thoughts have always been equal.From the beginning of "do you want to applaud?" "If you have the ability, learn to read" to Song Nineteen holding a steamed bun and slowly giving her the look - Tu Laomao cheating on you.

In her heart, she is a little monster of unknown origin, a young beast that has not awakened, but she has never been a child.

That's why he was able to put her in his heart without any grievances in the future, and became her only friend who was evenly matched.This "one and only" is incomparable in the world, and naturally there is no similarity.

Song Nineteen understood what she meant, and smiled slightly with curved lips.Seeing that Chunping was fast asleep, she lowered her voice and said, "I'll wash her hair today, it's full of lice."

Before Li Shishi could speak, she said again: "It's just... there are no survivors, all of them are dead."

Li Shiyi frowned, and Song Nineteen mused in a low voice, "I heard that lice jump out when a person dies, but I've never seen a host that's in good shape, but the lice are completely wiped out."

Li Shishi lowered his eyes to show that he understood. Seeing Song Shijiu got up and tucked in the blanket, the two went back to the house together.

Chunping's fever came and went quickly, and the next morning, she was in good spirits.Although his face was still a little pale, it was also a little joyful against the backdrop of the red jacket.She ate a bowl of scallion oil noodles mixed with Wuqian, but she no longer wiped it with her sleeve, grabbed Song Nineteen's handkerchief pinned to her front, and imitated Song Nineteen's appearance and dabbed it around her lips.

After dinner, she was bored, and sat on the sofa to pick her hands again. There were a few teenagers chasing and laughing in the alley. She walked over slowly and lay on the window to watch.Those young students looked like a few books were exposed from the cloth bags they were carrying. Chunping's eyes jumped up and down following the books.

There was crackling noise from the yard at the other end, setting the whole silent yard on fire. When Chunping heard someone calling her, she trotted over and opened the door. The smell of sulfur filled her nose. She squinted her eyes and saw that Ayin was wearing Standing in the yard with a fur-collared coat, he took off the sheepskin gloves and waved to her with a beautiful smile on his cloud-shaped curly hair: "Chunping! Come!"

Seeing Chunping lingering, she quickly stepped forward and took her by the wrist, led her to the center of the yard, stuffed the lighted incense into her hand, pointed to the firecrackers on the ground and said, "It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming, you Let's fire two cannons too, to get rid of bad luck!"

Chunping glanced at her like a cat, then looked at the incense stick in her hand, frowned slightly, then shook her head, handed the incense stick back to Ayin, and turned her head back to the room.

Ayin held up the incense, and the smell of smoke lingered into her nose. She sneezed a little, and said in a low voice: "I don't know where the girl came from. She is more boring than Li Shishi when she was young. Nineteen likes it, I don't see any cuteness at all."

Ah Luo sat far away, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.

A Yin squatted down again, lit a firecracker, stood up and said to herself: "It's so fun to set off a firecracker. All the girls in the neighborhood like it. I bought it bluntly, but she doesn't like it."

She was aroused by the firecrackers, and looked up at the corner of her mouth.

There was a crisp "pop", the red paper flew, and the chickens at the gate of the courtyard clucked and flew. A Yin was also frightened for a while, and stepped back, but did not hear the next sound of firecrackers.

Her ears were covered with both hands, so gentle that her body dripped into the man's arms like bone water.

She bit her lip and looked at Ah Luo, her smile was half-faded, and the incense in her hand was thrown far away.

It turns out that people never grow up. For example, A Yin is always inspired by irregular sounds, such as firecrackers when he was young, and the heartbeat of the people behind him when his ears are covered at this moment.

At night, the firecrackers jumped into the sky and became twinkling stars.Chunping took a shower, brushed her hair and went downstairs, but found that the hall was pitch black and there was no one around. She panicked and walked down step by step while holding on to the handrail.

"Squeak—" With a sound, the old wooden board was bent over and protested with grinning teeth.

Chunping was stunned by the movement, her shiny eyes opened wide.She began to tremble. The overwhelming fear and darkness came together when she was hidden in the water tank. She breathed out carefully with a calm chest. It was so quiet at that time. The small water tank isolated everything. After picking up her unhidden hair, she immediately threw a fire over it to set it on fire, and then ran desperately in the opposite direction, cursing as she ran, saying——you bastards, it’s your ability to catch up with my old lady!After that, she couldn't hear anything, there was a "buzz" in her ear, and she could only hear the sound of her bones vibrating due to fear.

She doesn't like fireworks, she doesn't like firecrackers, she doesn't like anything that smells like sulfur.Always makes her nauseous.

She squeezed the armrest tightly and was about to turn around, but dots of light appeared in front of her eyes.She turned her head, and a series of lights and shadows drifted across the screen window, wandering in the empty hall.The young general straddling a white horse, the concubine and fairy who lit the lamps month by month, the dense landscape, and the vigorous tiger all became shadows cut by warm light, spinning around in the deserted room.

She took two steps and looked down. There was a revolving lantern in the center of the hall. The fairy sound candle made the image on the lamp come alive, dyeing her eyes with colorful lights.

This is a gorgeous and illusory painting, like a fairy tale that only happened in the mother's mouth, it can miraculously comfort children who are afraid of the night, and walk into sweet dreams.

In the flashing light, she saw a long and slender figure standing upright beside the revolving lantern, the silhouette of that person was more delicate than any other image, the eyelashes drooped indifferently, and the match that had just lit the fairy candle was held in his hand.

Turning the match in her hand, and turning it again and again, is more attractive than the revolving lantern.Only then did Li Shishi turn around, smiled in the shadow of the lamp, and said, "If you want to play, come here."

If you don't want to eat, then let it go; if you want to play, then come over——she always said these two sentences, even the order of words remained the same.But Chunping always felt that this young lady who didn't talk much could always hit the desire in her heart just right, as if someone had gently pushed her back.

So she walked over, knelt down beside the revolving lantern, glanced at the candle flame, and then looked up at the reflected shadow.

It was the first time she took the initiative to speak, and she asked: "The old shoemaker's daughter-in-law, will she become a light, or a star?"

When ordinary people ask for comfort, the answer is usually yes, but Li Shiyi only whispered: "I don't know."

She didn't even know who the old shoemaker was.

Chunping looked up at her, blinked her sparse eyelashes, and at the fifth blink, she pulled her pursed lips to the sides, revealing an unskilled smile.Li Shiyi looked down at her, snorted softly, and smiled reassuringly.

Chunping didn't speak any more, just watched the changing lanterns quietly, Li Shiyi left the lanterns for her, and walked back quietly.

After taking a few steps on the stairs, they were approaching the corner where the moon shadow was fading, when they suddenly heard a faint cool fragrance, and their slightly cool fingers grabbed Li Shishi's wrist, leading her into the shadow at the corner.

The visitor couldn't help but push Li Shishi against the wall, sticking her curvy figure against Li Shishi's chest, clasped her wrist, and then bit the red mole on her neck.

The body, smell, and even the smell of rouge when he opened his mouth were so familiar that Li Shixi was not even surprised. His body judged the situation much faster than his thoughts, and he raised his other hand to press the back of Song Shijiu's head.

Song Nineteen's breathing was rampant, and he bit her hard, with a sour smell of vinegar coming out from between his lips and teeth, like an annoyed little beast.

The little beast frowned as if summoning horns, rubbed Li Shiyi's skin with its upper and lower teeth, and then stretched out the tip of its tongue to comfort Li Shiyi's red neck. .

Before Li Shishi raised her eyelids, Song Shijiu's forehead pressed her brows again. She didn't want Li Shishi to see her expression, so she just lowered her eyelids and pursed her lips.

"What's wrong?" Li Shishi's words were lighter than intertwined breathing.

Song Nineteen bit the inner wall of his lips, then lightly rubbed Li Shishi's forehead back and forth. After a while, he let go of his wrist and said softly, "You have never made this lamp for me."

Her grievances were very naive, contrary to her decent upbringing. She hesitated for a long time, and finally remembered that she was a divine beast. What kind of education does a divine beast need?

She only wants Li Shishi.

Her curly eyelashes trembled, coupled with her delicate and charming lips, it softened even the most hard-hearted person, not to mention that Li Shiyi had already handed her a letter of surrender.

So Li Shiyi said warmly: "Who said the revolving lantern is only for her to see?"

Wrapping her arms around Song Nineteen's waist, she moved her neck back, opened a short distance, warmed Song Nineteen with her eyes, and then printed her lips on the plump rouge in front of her.

"But this one is just for you."