we are just monsters

Chapter 104 Home Visit
Zhou Muqing was walking on the street at night carrying a large copper basin, which was what her master had done before. She felt that if the master was in Hanzhou, the two would meet in this way sooner or later.

She thought so at the beginning, so she kept doing it. Facts have proved that either the master didn't do this kind of thing anymore, or the master is not in Hanzhou.

Are there ghosts in the world?

Zhou Muqing didn't know, since Master did this, it probably happened, but she couldn't see it.

The paper money in the brazier was burning, and Zhou Muqing's face was flickered by the flames. On this early winter night, not even a single person could be seen on the cold street.

Dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, coupled with her icy expression, she felt like Miejue Shitai in the novel.She is not actually a Taoist priest, this dress is just to avoid unnecessary trouble, ordinary people's curiosity, and ordinary people's approach.

Occasionally, a few dogs barking faintly came from a distance, she shrunk her sleeves, looked into the darkness in the distance, thinking about Zhou Xiaotian's future.

In fact, maybe the master is dead. She always subconsciously forgets what year it is now. After 30 years, it is normal for the master to die. As for why she left suddenly, she may never know the answer. Everything she does now It's just a habit, she unknowingly lives like a master.

Back at the living place, the dim light was still on, Zhou Xiaotian in the room was already asleep, with long eyelashes under his eyelids, Zhou Muqing sat by the bed and touched her face, then undressed and went to bed.

Zhou Xiaotian felt her lying down in his sleep, and leaned over to get into her arms in a daze.Lying on his side, Zhou Muqing stretched out his arm to pull the light cord, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

"Master, are you back?"

"Well, go to sleep."

Zhou Muqing stroked her hair and wrapped her in one hand.

This is the first year of the 21st century, smart phones have not yet entered the market, the Internet has not yet entered thousands of households, QQ has just exceeded [-] million registered users, and the number of online users is more than a million.

The great changes in the world have already made it difficult for Zhou Muqing to adapt. As Zhou Xiaotian grows up, she realizes that she is slowly getting old, and is no longer that young and free and easy girl, but has become someone else's reliance.
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The teacher's home visit was at the end of the month, and Zhou Xiaotian, the homeroom teacher who was called by Zhou Muqing as "too much shit", looked very young—in fact, he was indeed young.

"You are..." The teacher looked at Zhou Muqing with some hesitation.

"I am her master."

"Ah." The teacher was a little confused, she really didn't know why there was such a thing as a master.

When she saw the Taoist robe hanging on the wall, she had a little guess in her heart, but it was still amazing.

Zhou Muqing brewed a cup of tea in a tea mug. The white ceramic mug said 'serve the people'. I don't know where it was given as a volunteer.

The teacher politely took a sip and looked around the room out of the corner of his eye.

In fact, it is nothing special. Like most families, the table is on the side near the window, the old and clean sofa is covered with knitted cushions, a coal stove is burning water in the middle, and steam is coming out of the spout. There was a Mazar and some superstitious things, a compass with a few copper coins on it, and a large light yellow cloth, which Zhou Muqing used to go out of the stall.

What she didn't know was that this house was also rented by Zhou Muqing.

"Xiaotian, go out and play." Zhou Muqing saw Zhou Xiaotian poking his head in the bedroom and said.

This is the first time Zhou Muqing has been visited at home. Zhou Xiaotian is playing with the ashes in the yard, creaking. The coal ash that has been burned out of the coal stove still maintains the shape of a honeycomb. The edges of the cavity are extremely smooth. This kind of ashes If it is crushed, it can be placed in the low-lying part of the yard. The water permeability is very good, and it will not be very muddy when it rains.

The teacher sat at home for a long time, and didn't leave until it was slightly dark. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhou Xiaotian. There was a certain emotion in his eyes, like pity and sympathy, which disgusted Zhou Xiaotian.

"What did she say?" Zhou Xiaotian entered the room and asked Zhou Muqing.

Zhou Muqing seemed to have nothing happened, and was washing vegetables and preparing to cook, "I said you are smart, but you don't pay much attention to your studies."

"this one?"

"You're still naughty."

Zhou Muqing looked at the soot on her shoes, Zhou Xiaotian stuck out his tongue, went out and stomped his feet, wiped it clean before coming in.

Dinner is tomato scrambled eggs and fried pork. Tomato scrambled eggs is a simple dish, and it is not easy to make it unpalatable. It can be said that Zhou Muqing is very good at this dish. Zhou Xiaotian enjoyed it very much.

She often suspects that Zhou Muqing has actually lost his sense of taste. Many dishes are not overly seasoned or overcooked, but they don't taste good, and she doesn't know why. This is a unique talent.

The next day at school, Zhou Muqing took her by the hand and hesitated for a moment when she sent her to the school gate. Seeing her puzzled eyes, she said to Zhou Xiaotian, "You can call me mom when I pick you up from school."

Zhou Xiaotian froze for a moment, lowered his head to look at the toe of his shoe, and entered the school.

She didn't cry when school was over, and the corners of her clothes were a little dirty. Zhou Muqing patted her a few times, and walked back holding her hand.

"Did the teacher tell you?" Zhou Xiaotian asked.

"say what?"

Zhou Muqing still had a faint expression, except for her polite smile, it seemed that she had always been like this.

Zhou Xiaotian didn't speak anymore, she held her hand, and said after a while: "I beat them up."

"..."

"No one dares to call me a wild child, and I don't want to play with them."

Zhou Xiaotian said stubbornly.

Zhou Muqing looked down at her, Zhou Xiaotian raised his face and looked straight at her.

The teacher said that she was excluded at school. Others said that she had no parents and no one wanted to play with her.

Zhou Muqing recalled that after school, the children on the street would run around and play together, while Zhou Xiaotian would only stay at home to watch TV or read books after school.

"Master."

"You can call me Mom."

"I don't have a mother."

"..."

"Master, you don't have any."

"Well, neither have I."

"very nice."

Zhou Xiaotian smiled.

"When we leave Hanzhou and go to other places, you can call me mom." Zhou Muqing thought for a while.

"I won't bark anymore, you are my teacher." Zhou Xiaotian said.Not having a mother is no big deal, and neither is Master.

From then on until she left, she always called her Master.

The footsteps of winter are getting closer, each day is colder than the next, and time flies by. On New Year's Day, the first snow in 2001 fell in Hanzhou.

When children of the same age are running wild outside, Zhou Xiaotian stays at home and watches TV, or learns a little Liuren and Jinkou Jue from Zhou Muqing.

She is an apprentice, and an apprentice must learn skills, which is called inheritance.

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Note:
Xiaoliuren, Da'an, Liulian, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, and Kongshi are listed on the index finger, middle finger and ring finger.Those who get Da'an, Suxi, and Xiaoji are lucky, and the rest are bad.One of the simple and convenient divination representatives, it can be mastered in half an hour at most.

The Golden Koujue is simplified from Daliuren's Tiandipan, Three Passes and Four Lessons, etc., and combines the essence of Taiyi, Liuren, and Qimen. It is relatively complicated. It is called the gold in the sleeve and the universe in the sleeve.

(End of this chapter)