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"Fart!" Ah Yin couldn't hold back, and broke the dazed air first.

Chunping was so frightened that her shoulders shrank, her pupils did not retreat at all, her eyelids trembled, and she watched her with extreme restraint.

Ayin came back to her senses in her eyes, her breastbone shrank rapidly, she lowered her voice and frowned and said, "If you think about it carefully, you may be too confused. It took all these years to barely reach the 15th year of the Republic of China. In the past ten years Can't it be eaten?"

She asked repeatedly: "President Sun passed away at the beginning of the year, do you remember?"

Chunping swallowed, her eyes flashed nervously, and she glanced at Song Shijiu, who was frowning tightly, before saying softly, "Mr. Sun hasn't been here since I can remember."

Her bright eyes were like fog, and she looked at the crowd suspiciously and vaguely. The huge panic knocked her out of her head, and she needed to firmly hold on to the uneven wood under the table in order to grasp a sense of reality.

In her confused eyes, there are the quiet silhouettes of Li Shishi, Song Shijiu and Ah Luo, like fishermen floating on the sea, looking at the silent reef from a solitary lamp.And A Yin is a mermaid with a sharp voice, which makes the hazy bewitchment even further.

Sudden dizziness occurred in her head, and she almost fainted from the astonished expressions of the crowd. Chunping took a deep breath and suppressed her uneasiness forcefully, so that A Yin's chattering fast words grabbed her confused thoughts again.

Ayin raised her legs with a "hiss" and looked at her sideways. Seeing that her bloodless expression did not seem to be fake, she put her curled index finger to her lips, bit it unconsciously, put it down again, and took the finger. Rubbing the grooves of her lips back and forth, she asked Ah Luo, "Did Chunping go off the vagina, or us?"

Before Ah Luo could speak, she suddenly thought of something and shook her head in denial: "The wonton stalls on the street and Chen Mazi who butchered pigs are all the same as in the past, we must have never touched them."

She tapped the kraft paper envelope on the side again, and said quickly: "The letter delivered by the youngest Tu said that Si Shun is under the age of [-], please go back and watch him catch Zhou."

She came to a conclusion in a few words, and nodded solemnly to Chunping: "You went astray."

Her logic is very simple. Compared with a group of people, it is much less difficult for one person to go astray.

"Come on, what do you mean by going off the vagina?" Chunping's jaw couldn't stop trembling, but her heart gradually cleared up.Strange about A Yin's attire, strange about Jiexiang and Le Changping, strange about the silver she saw...not in an ordinary style.

It's not that he has entered the underworld, but he has returned to the past.

The sawdust got stuck in her nails and swelled, becoming the only sense in her body. She was about to speak when she felt a piece of silk covering her hand hidden under the table. Sweeping away the debris between her fingers, she wrapped her hand and took it off gently but without losing strength.

It was not silk, but Song Nineteen's delicate and boneless hands.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Song Nineteen propping his forehead with the other hand, releasing the space between his brows, bending his lips, and said, "I see."

The tone was indifferent but meaningless, and she didn't take the cause of the chaos to heart, it seemed that it was only worth her to frown for three seconds and nod her head twice, saying that it was so.

She suddenly understood why all the lice on Chunping's head died. It turned out that she had traveled back in time by chance, but the living creatures beside her might not have this ability.

Chunping was very capable. With a smile in her eyes, she nodded approvingly.

Chunping didn't know where her approval came from, but it inexplicably aroused her a lot. Just now, others looked at her like a homeless dog. Make a small, warm nest.

She involuntarily moved towards Song Nineteen.

Ah Luo glanced at Li Shishi, and Ah Yin also glanced at Li Shishi. The atmosphere was so delicate that Li Shiyi bowed his head in silence for a while, then raised his eyelids and scanned the tabletop, asking, "Who does the dishes today?"

"Me." Wu Qian stood up and rolled up his cuffs leisurely.

When Ah Luo hangs his neck and has nothing else to say, he starts to pile up the bowls and chopsticks.

The sound of bone china colliding is too common, and it easily puts the bizarre conjectures on the ground. After all, how many hundred years have you lived? It's hard to deal with the soaked oil flower seeds.

He heard the sound of Chunping going upstairs wearing cloth shoes, but he was rarely distracted during the washing action. A timid face with dimples was printed on the dawn window that had been wiped by frost. When Niang was sentenced, there were two sentences in the government records - orderly life and death, don't mess with the time.

He chewed and chewed these words, then lowered his head expressionlessly, tucking Wu Niang's smile into his calm eyes.

Ah Luo, who was taking a lunch break, rarely closed his eyes, and Ah Yin, who was hesitating to speak, also rarely opened the book. Ah Luo looked at her sideways. Biting her nails, she didn't care that Kou Dan had only been fresh for a few days.

Ah Yin flipped through a lot, but still couldn't figure it out, so she simply threw the book away and tucked her bare feet into Ah Luo's arms.The weather was cold, and her whole body seemed to be covered in ice, which made Ah Luo feel like a chestnut, but Ah Luo didn't move away, and stretched out his hand to embrace her, rubbing his soft soles against her as if stroking her.

A Yin put her cheek against her neck, exhaled coolly, and asked her in a low voice, "It's because of Chunping, you know, don't you?"

Ah Luo looked down at her, ran his fingers through her hair, played with a strand of hair, and replied, "I can probably guess it."

Ah Yin looked at her suspiciously, blinked, and her eyelashes slapped Ah Luo's chin, making it tickle.

Ah Luo retracted his chin, as if swallowing his throat lightly, his voice was soft and seductive: "Ah Jiu is the only one among us who can work on time."

Since Song Nineteen came back, she hadn't sorted out her attitude towards her well, and now this call was neither "Nineteen" nor "Zhu Jiuyin", but "Ah Jiu" who had repeatedly considered whether to be far or near.

"On the day Ah Jiu returned, all the lamps were extinguished, there was no light day and night, and the hour greeted its master with its own fluctuations."

Heng male fish can feel the fluctuation, but others may not be able to.

"By chance, the disrupted Dao of Time inadvertently brought Chunping back, and brought him to the God of Zhongshan."

So Chunping always approached Song Nineteen instinctively, so she became dizzy and had a fever when she saw strangers. She didn't belong here originally, but was forced to stay here. Only Song Nineteen can keep her spirit, It is also natural to avoid the intersection with others.

"Then..." Ayin bit her lower lip.

Ah Luo asked softly, "How long will the flowers that are out of season last for the autumn chrysanthemums in spring and the summer lotus in winter?"

Ayin's heart trembled.

Also trembling was the hand of Li Shishi in front of the desk picking up the calligraphy and painting. Her ears twitched slightly, and all the words separated by the wall were brought into her consciousness. Ah Luo was speaking to Ah Yin, and she was also speaking to Li Shi. listen.

She twisted a corner of the rice paper in front of her with her hand, pursed her lips and looked at the words on it.

The four characters "Meet by chance" in the center are no strangers, but the strange ones are at the bottom, there is a row of crooked, earthworm-like strokes, which trace these four characters.

The handwriting is of different shades, and there is no attention to the beginning and the beginning. Even the ink dots accidentally stained on the side also show the writer's unfamiliarity. Looking at the four skeleton characters, Li Shishi vaguely saw a little girl taking advantage of it. She was no longer sneaking into the study, she was so pious that she didn't dare to show her air, and she was painting gourds stroke by stroke.

Li Shishi picked up the pen, thought for a while and then put it down.

In fact, she didn't finish her words that day.

"When we meet by chance, we are all guests from other lands." Li Shishi showed an unsuccessful smile and sighed. It really is a guest from other lands.

The door was pushed open, and Song Nineteen walked in, his fur collar swept his frozen lotus-like face, and he took off the sheepskin gloves to pat the cold air on his head.Seeing Li Shishi, she smiled, put the envelope in her hand on the table, and lowered her head to pull out a stack of card-sized paper. The paper was covered with glue, and the familiar silhouette was stretched like a soul.

She put a few photos on the table, and spread them out for Li Shishi to look at: "The last time I took Chunping to the photo studio to take pictures, today I developed them, take a look, do they look good?"

Li Shiyi glanced at him. In the photo, Chunping was sitting awkwardly, her eyes were slightly panicked, but the corners of her mouth were raised high. nineteen.

Song Nineteen relaxed and straddled the armrest of the wooden chair, smiling with a spring breeze blowing on his face, and his spirit was moving.

Li Shishi's eyelids opened and closed slowly, and the pulp of his index finger touched Song Shijiu's shoulder in the photo, and stopped on the hand she was holding with Chunping.

Her expression was different from the past. Song Nineteen sharply suppressed her three-point smile, set her eyes on Li Shiyi's fingertips, and then hooked them around, still bending the corners of her eyes, and said, "I'm always thinking, Why did she treat me three points closer than others, and I also fell in love with her at first sight, and today I know that there is such a fate."

The tone of sigh is not obvious, it sounds like a temptation.

Li Shi straightened his shoulders, held her hand, squeezed it in his palm, and answered after a while: "Nineteen."

Song Nineteen's eyes froze, staring at her.

The Western clock rattled and rowed forward like a boat, stirring up the waves on the water surface.

Listening to the orderly second hand, Li Shiyi intertwined her five fingers with Song Shijiu's, and stood up with the heels of their palms together. Her eyes also stood up in a dilemma.

She said flatly and gently to Song Nineteen, "Send her back."

The author says:

"Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng": When we meet by chance, we are all guests from other lands.