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Doudinger's house is not so lively anymore. Auntie, Nineteenth, Eleventh, Tulaoyao and two dolls sat neatly at the table, the sound of pots and pans colliding one after another. After cleaning her hands, she started to eat, but Chunping still covered her face, habitually turned her feet, and handed the steamed buns up from below.

It was really inconvenient to eat like this. She could have taken the rice bowl and returned to the house to eat alone, but she didn't really want to leave Song Shijiu, so she walked slowly and followed the very cumbersome procedures.

Song Nineteen asked a few words about his third uncle's condition, and asked his aunt to bring back the medicinal soup in a while, and concentrated on eating a few mouthfuls of rice, but still had no intention of getting close to Li Shiyi.

Seeing that everyone was eating pretty well, she pursed her lips and said, "There are three rooms in this yard, I have scrubbed and cleaned them all, and I can rest after a while. The youngest Tu lives on the east side, ten... you live Ximian, Chunping and I..."

"I live with you, okay?" Li Shiyi raised his eyes to look at her while holding the bowl.

The dinner table was silent for a moment, the aunt put down the chopsticks, wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and glanced at Song Shijiu with a wink.The youngest Tu gave a muffled "hey hey" laugh twice, picked up another chopsticks dish, Xiao Douding hiccupped a little, stared at the two of them, shook the slender bench back and forth, and Chunping bit the little one. Taking a small bite of the steamed bun, he took it off the mask, turned around and asked Song Nineteen, "I want to sleep alone, is that okay?"

Song Nineteen moistened his lower lip, but did not speak.But the youngest Tu said "Hi" and smiled at Chunping, "Cheng Chengcheng, you sleep by yourself."

"Elder Sister, I feel wronged that you are squeezed with Nineteen." Tu Lao Yao's cheeks were stuffed with food, and his smile was full, "I am a man, I must occupy a room."

Li Shishi lowered his eyelashes meekly, and said "um", the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

The night doesn't care whether people like it or not, but it arrives on time. The kerosene lamp is lit in the courtyard, but it's not as bright as the moonlight from the courtyard. Song Nineteen washed up early, changed into cotton pajamas, While looking at the old locust tree in the center of the courtyard, he was in a daze.Li Shiyi chatted with Tu Laoyao downstairs, as if deliberately letting her come up first, but also as if not.

If Li Shishi was in front of her, she might still be able to restrain her thoughts, but with Li Shishi below her, her consciousness would not be much under control.

She applied sesame oil and powder, twisted a little bit of rouge in her hand, and kept her movements light and soft, just to hear the sound of Li Shishi going upstairs.

After several back and forth, she was finally sure that Li Shishi did it on purpose.

Deliberately dawdling so that Song Nineteen could miss her for a little longer, and then a little longer.

Song Nineteen was a little annoyed again, Li Eleven was always holding her like flying a kite, teasing her imagination, grinding her attention, grinding it finer than incense powder, and sticking to her pussy in bits and pieces. Between the fingers, I can't shoot cleanly.

Song Nineteen got up and simply fell asleep first, but paused when he was about to turn off the light, and finally left the light on.

The moment she lay down, she suddenly felt that she shouldn't think of Li Shishi so badly. She thought over and over again how Li Shiyi asked her "Is it cold?" She sat beside her at that time, moved her shoulders to keep From a close but not offensive distance, he put his forearm across his thigh, leaned slightly to look at her face, and the fingers on the other side caressed the fur edge of her gray jacket one by one.

It was this extremely small movement that made Song Nineteen capture her helplessness.

There were regular footsteps in the corridor, like rain hitting plantains, getting closer and gradually watering into the core.Song Nineteen closed his eyes, and heard the door being pushed open gently, and closed again after a few seconds.

The isolated sight breeds infinite imagination. Song Nineteen didn't know if Li Eleven was looking at her during the two or three seconds he stopped, and whether he looked at her first when he entered the room.She cared so much about this little detail that she was a little scratchy.

But she didn't show anything, just quietly listening to Li Shiyi walk to the table, she should have washed and washed, she just took off her clothes layer by layer, the innermost layer rubbed against her skin, rustling. Rusting, in Song Nineteen's ears, it was like an unexpected opening line.

Song Nineteen still didn't open his eyes, and the ring finger resting on the side of his face moved slightly, as if to cover up the missing heartbeat.

She heard Li Shishi sniffing her nose, as if she had a cold, and then poured a glass of warm water lightly, her throat moved three times, she only drank one or two sips, then tapped the bottom of the cup lightly, and the cup was put down, Li Shixi As soon as he blew out the oil lamp, he went to the couch and lifted the quilt, and the cold fragrance pressed against Song Nineteen's skin with a chill, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end in an instant.

Li Shixi paused again, as if she glanced at the little chestnut on the back of Song Nineteen's neck by the moonlight, she didn't say anything, got into the quilt, her shoulders lightly touched Song Nineteen's stiff back, very polite lay down.

Song Nineteen was lost, even though she didn't understand what she was expecting.

She let go of this expectation in a long breath, trying not to let it go.

The quilt in the middle was put up, and the cool breeze was poured into it, which made the place where it met Li Shishi very warm, and it was a little dry.

Song Nineteen waited quietly for a while, Li Shiyi did not make any other movements except coughing occasionally.Song Nineteen's straight back softened, and he opened his eyes with his back to Li Shiyi, sinking himself in the soft bedding.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard long and regular breathing behind her. Li Shiyi seemed to be fast asleep. Song Shijiu moved her neck, but did not turn her face away. Drowsily fell asleep.

Counting Song Nineteen's breaths, Li Shiyi, who was lying flat, opened his eyes.

Song Nineteen always fell asleep very quickly by her side, even if she was unwilling in thought.

Li Shiyi turned his head to the side, looking at the back of her smooth neck, where a few strands of hair curled up there, like a cuteness that was accidentally leaked, and the curves of the body were exquisite, rising and falling with the breath.

Li Shiyi deliberately delayed the time to come up, and deliberately pretended to be asleep to coax Song Shijiu to sleep, but he just wanted to take a look at her like this.

She wasn't playing tricks, but she was afraid that if she couldn't restrain herself, her words would not be beautiful, or she would speak too eagerly, which would make Song Nineteen frown.

From the first time she saw Song Nineteen, she wanted to hug her very, very much, not only hugging her, she wanted more.

Looking at Song Nineteen's quiet back, she began to sort out the beginning that she had never thought of before.She is a girl, even if she didn't live like a girl in the past, I don't know if she has done something wrong, she is naturally cold-tempered, and has never had any extraordinary desires.

The world is chaotic, and love is also chaotic. The troupe of the fake Feng Xuhuang, the courtiers of Qinlou and Chuguan, people squeeze and flatten their desires, and indulge them infinitely. It is not uncommon for anyone to have a relationship with anyone.

Therefore, when a girl is chasing her, she has never considered gender, and when a ghost wants to befriend her, she has never considered yin and yang.She is like a bystander in the world, watching the love offered by others with cold eyes, and has never been tempted.

This "never" ends with Song Nineteen.

With her help, she realized that the messy sex she had seen before was as disgraceful as this chaotic world. They were the rotten skin on her face that had once been evil. Melted into one, and Song Nineteen is the clean skin under the rotten skin, it is smooth and flat, making Li Shishi face himself and become himself.

And at this moment, she longed for intimacy and entanglement, and wanted to use her empty palms to trace the beautiful curves around her, soothe the raised parts, and fill the sunken parts.

She wanted to do with her what she had to do in this world, and she also wanted her to do to herself what she had to do.

Li Shiyi turned his head and sighed softly.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Nineteen got up very early, and when Li Shiyi woke up with Wu Qing in front of him, there was not even any residual warmth in the bedding beside him.She changed her clothes, went to the yard to freshen up, and walked outside while brushing the hair tucked into her outer clothes.

Song Nineteen was carrying a bowl of wake-up noodles, put it on the table, patted a few handfuls of flour on the cutting board, and was about to adjust the stuffing to make dumplings.

There is nothing to eat in this village, and the stuffing is nothing more than crushed cabbage.

Seeing Li Shishi coming, she held her hands half rubbed with flour and said softly, "Get up."

Li Shishi smiled at her, and she turned her face away, a little awkward.

Li Shishi walked over, thought about it, and said, "After dinner, I have something to say to you."

The index finger curled up, and the knuckles were hooked around the table. Song Nineteen glanced at it, and before he could answer, he heard Douding'er's exclamation overwhelmed by outside.

Song Nineteen hurriedly wiped his hands, and walked outside together with Li Eleven, when he saw Xiao Douding running over from the street corner, with one of his shoes off, and shouted out of breath: "Sister Nineteen ! My third uncle is going to die!"

Song Nineteen frowned, and took two steps forward to meet him.

Xiao Douding opened his mouth and gasped, the cloth strip covering his lips and nose kept getting into his mouth as he inhaled, which made him feel nauseous, he simply tore off the cloth strip, ran to Song Shijiu, and slapped his forehead With sweat on his face, he looked at Song Nineteen tremblingly.

Song Nineteen knelt down, supported his shoulders with both hands, and said with a twitch, "I, my third uncle can't do it anymore, he's throwing up, he's going to die!"

His parents also looked like this before they died, and he remembered it firmly.

Song Nineteen was nervous, and was about to get up, but Xiao Douding stared at her, and "wow" vomited blood.

Most of the pool of blood was sprinkled on her front, and a small half of the blood was stained on her chin. She looked at Xiao Douding's lips, only the center was a little bloody, and the rest was still pale.Xiao Douding gasped, raised his hand to wipe it, looked down, blinked twice, and said in a breathy voice: "I'm going to die too."

This sentence is plain and indifferent, more mechanical than his memorizing the Three Character Classic.

Li Shishi closed his jaw and looked at the silent Song Shijiu.

Song Nineteen's shoulders did not move. He pinched Xiao Douding's hand with a little force, then gently wiped his lips with his thumb, and then pulled out an inconspicuous black iron-colored hairpin pinned in his hair. Come out, flip the wrist two or three times, and swing it twice with a "swipe" sound to form a closed folding fan.

She put the fan in her palm, stood up, and looked back at Li Shishi.

Then he led Xiao Douding to the third uncle's house.

"I can't die." She said softly.