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The second hand swished and slid into Song Shijiu's ear, as if urging her to open her mouth.

She looked at Li Shishi, who was still a slender bamboo in the breeze and moonlight, slim and graceful, like a clean solitary copy in the chaos of war.Whether it is Mr. Taishan Mansion or Mr. Coffin, in fact, she has always been so good-looking, why did you think she looked like a witch at the beginning?She couldn't remember much.

She followed her step by step, as if being put into a routine.Only at this moment, she felt the rigid clock running into her mind, the overlapping second hand and hour hand were separated, and there was a "boom", like a mournful sound played at the end.

Her curly eyelashes are also like clock hands, lingeringly intertwined, and then decisively separated.She asked Li Shishi: "Why?"

It seemed to be asking why Chunping was sent back, and it seemed to be asking Li Shishi why she was different from what she thought.

Li Shiyi lowered her head, she didn't know if it was because she was tall, or she was avoiding it habitually, she always hid her emotional eyes in the shadows, and after a pause, she said: "Everything lives and dies in its own time, I taught you."

A person's horoscope is like a conscientious pointer, and the gears rotate out of the rules tightly, and no one can be diligent for a second, or lazy for a second.

The palms of Song Nineteen and Li Shiyi were slightly sweaty, and the voice was flat and straight: "Send her back, send her back to the war?"

Li Shishi looked into Song Nineteen's eyes, and said to her in a gentle voice: "She doesn't belong here. As you can see, she can't meet strangers, and every time she gets a fever, it's a backlash. If you want to force her to stay, she won't." There will be more in the future.”

"I can protect her." Song Nineteen swallowed and looked down at the photo.

She was not used to arguing with Li Shishi, and her heart seemed to be scratched back and forth by abrasive stones, and she was so dull that she couldn't arouse her interest.

"There is still a future," Li Shishi explained, "The sudden disappearance of a living person more than ten years later will definitely disrupt all the fate books that have intersected with her. If one messes up ten, ten messes up a hundred, and a hundred messes up a thousand, I am afraid it will cause trouble. estimated consequences."

"Is there a worse consequence than war?" Song Nineteen asked back, "The flames of war are raging, the people are in dire straits, the world is a purgatory, and the lives of people are devastated."

"Even if the fate book is messed up, how do you know whether the mess is good or bad?"

Li Shixi closed his eyes, turned his head slightly to look at her, and the unconcealable coolness spread out in his eyes, making the sweat on Song Shijiu's palms dry quickly.

It's bad, she knows.

Song Nineteen woke up like a dream, and standing in front of her was the Lord of All Souls who held the Book of Life and Death, calmly making Song Nineteen's stubbornness into a naive joke.

Song Nineteen had an indescribable illusion, as if it was not her equal and gentle lover who was confronting her at this moment, but Ling Heng, who was obsessed with the lights and crossed the bridge before, and didn't look at her.

She finally remembered why she hated Ling Heng at the beginning. What she hated was not the astonishing face, but her aloof and unreasonable attitude, like a piece of stubborn ice, clinging to rigid dogma , teaching others what "should" is lightly.

She didn't want to be disturbed, she didn't want to be breached, she didn't want any exceptions, so she just wanted it.

She is the most rebellious candle dragon in the world, her huge body nourishes her boundless heart, where her heart will fall wherever it wants to fall.

In the past, she put her heart in Li Shiyi's hands and let her play with it, but this didn't mean surrender or compliance, but she was willing.

Song Nineteen raised his wrist, raised his eyelids and looked at Li Shishi. For the first time, he questioned her disobediently: "War is also a time sequence, is it also a rule?"

She didn't need Li Shishi to answer, she just shook her head, pulled out her hand, put it on the table, and told her some memories that Li Shishi hadn't thought of yet: "In the past, if I, Zhongshan, had a monster, eat it After killing three or two ghosts in your Taishan Mansion, your Taishan Mansion will be overwhelmed by soldiers, and the banners of the Soul Ce army will be everywhere, so majestic. I can't imagine that it is really sad and hot, and the four gods are standing by. Neither can the little girl."

"In that case, it's really useless." There was a rare sneer at the corner of her mouth, and she stared at Li Shishi with burning eyes.

Li Shishi looked back at her calmly, without even being offended.

She wasn't Lingheng after all, and she couldn't empathize with Song Nineteen's ridicule. What made her frown was nothing more than Song Nineteen's unfamiliar expression. The disappointment in her eyes was shining brightly, which clearly separated her from her.

She wanted to reach out to pull her, but Song Nineteen's little finger moved and curled into a small fist.

Li Shishi's heart was stabbed sharply for a while, causing her to hold her hands unconsciously, but she still patiently said in a slightly hoarse and gentle voice, "It's the rules."

Song Nineteen choked, speechless for a moment, and then returned to her after a while: "If everything follows the rules, then what is the meaning of living once?"

"If fate is determined by God, then there is no need for a doctor when you are sick, and you don't need to add clothes when you are frozen. You have been hungry and cold, and you have experienced extreme dangers. Let me ask you, why do you work hard to survive when you are on the verge of death? Go to the grave and open the coffin to earn three cents. Son, what is the reason?"

Isn't it for a glimmer of hope to change the fate, is it not for the backbone of a man who can conquer the sky?

She didn't finish her words, but Li Shishi seemed to understand completely. She stared at her for a while, then shook her head and said, "Contrary to what you think, rules are not constraints, but they are precisely the scale to measure the meaning of life."

Li Shishi rarely talked so much, but she really wanted Song Shijiu to understand.

"People are doomed to die, but they have never stopped the hope of life. There is death, life is precious, and aging is the only way to know how to live up to youth. Flowers bloom and fade, the sun rises and sets, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, all are Timing is the rule, but it is not withering, but vitality."

"If everyone is protected, there will be no life and death in the world, no souls will be frozen or hungry, and love and hatred can be eliminated. I don't need to earn three dollars or two, but I won't be able to feel the desire for food and clothing."

She stared at Song Nineteen: "I won't be standing in front of you like this right now, wanting to hold your hand."

Infinite warmth grew from her thin shoulders, and for the first time she sincerely and unreservedly opened herself to Song Nineteen, Song Nineteen's chaotic heart twitched lightly, full of wild beating desires.Her rebellion was easily suppressed by Li Shiyi, just like the Hun Ce army who suppressed the border in the past, riding on horses and flying flowers in Zhongshan.

Song Nineteen closed the door silently, and sat in the corridor for a while.The alleys were filled with bright lights, and the whole small building was so quiet that a needle could be heard.A Luo and A Yin rested, Wu Qian fed the chickens in the yard and fell asleep, Song Nineteen hugged his knees, and suddenly realized why he wanted to hold Chunping tightly.

Ever since she woke up, she often felt that she was out of place here. Ah Luo had an unclear attitude towards her, Wuqian was lukewarm, and Ah Yin had a childhood friendship with Li Shishi, so they were naturally closer than her. The friendship of the people around her They all belong to Li Shishi, and he is just an accessory.

This friendship will treat her preferentially because of Li Shishi, and will not hesitate to shoot her when she might hurt Li Shishi.

Without Li Shishi's love, she would be no different from that little foreigner.

Thinking of Chunping, I don't know how she is feeling now.Song Nineteen stood up, went to the kitchen to heat a bowl of hot milk, and brought it to the room on the second floor.

Chunping was sitting on the bed, running hot water to wash her feet, holding a volume of books in her hands. She could only read less than ten characters on it, but she always wanted to get acquainted with them.

Seeing Song Nineteen, she put down the book, and smiled with the corners of her mouth. Before she smiled, she blinked her eyes like a cat.

Song Nineteen handed over the bowl and said, "Drink it while it's hot, it'll make you sleep well."

She wanted to touch her hair, but she didn't move, she just turned around and sat aside.

Chunping held the bowl half the size of her face and gulped down her drink. Her esophagus was hot and the soles of her feet were also hot. Her little face turned pink, and even the emotions in her eyeballs warmed up.

She stopped after taking three or two sips, with a circle of milk stains on her lips, and rubbed the frostbite on her hands on her pants.

The chilblain was very itchy, Song Nineteen knew it, but Chunping was always like this, she didn't like to talk about the pain, and only moved slightly when she couldn't bear it anymore.

The sadness came very abruptly, more than the milk rushing into the stomach. Song Nineteen bent down and propped his forehead with the heels of his palms, but his eyes happened to be Chunping's bare feet in the barrel.

The scars on the foot were criss-crossed, and there was hardly a piece of good skin. The blisters were swollen and worn out, sticking to the top with blood scabs, and there was a thick callus on the heel, which was too hard to grow on one. on the girl.

The middle finger of the right foot seemed to be broken, curled up in a deformed posture.

It was just a small toe that hadn't grown yet, but it looked like the words "powerless" that overwhelmed Song Nineteen.

Song Nineteen wiped his face dumbly, stared at those feet, and asked Chunping softly, "What was that year like?"

Chunping lowered her head, stared at the steaming milk and said nothing.

Song Nineteen's throat was slightly sour, he paused for a few seconds, moistened his lower lip, and asked, "It took a lot of effort to run out, didn't it?"

Only then did Chunping sniff her nose, her eyes turned red easily, and after a while she smoothed out her words: "I didn't think much about it when I was running, and I didn't care about it."

"Ah Sheng and I ran together. After running for two miles, we realized that there was a hole in our stomach, and all the intestines came out."

She said in a nasal voice, "I don't know how to be afraid until I come out."

Song Nineteen didn't ask who Ah Sheng was, and he didn't want to ask again.There was no pain in Chunping's tone, only the numbness of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, and perhaps a little bit of gratitude for meeting Song Nineteen.

Song Nineteen buried his face in his palms, and it took him a while to raise his head, and reached out to stroke Chunping's hair behind his ears.

She said hoarsely, "sleep, don't think about it."