not a monster

Chapter 101 I Found You
The ghost that has been floating in this land for 300 years has returned to the flower shop.

She came back with that weird man who always wore a mask.

The two seem to have returned to a peaceful life.
"Don't trouble Mr. Stove."

Feng Wuli said to her: "Stove Lord said he owed others favors, but you don't know which enemy asked him to kill you."

There is no hatred between the two, and now the cause and effect are settled on the spot, even though this fruit was borne by Feng Wuli for her.

Wang Xilou was silent for a while, "If I were to face the Stove Lord, I would die ten times and no one would live. It's because your spiritual power is too great to activate the bone freeze and survive in his stove fire."

"Now that you have no enmity with Zao Jun, let's just expose it, and don't take the initiative to provoke him in the future."

Wang Xilou looked at him, looked at the mask quietly, then nodded calmly: "Since you said so, then I will listen to you."

Feng Wuli also looked at her quietly, seeing her watery face, he sighed after a long time.

How can you listen to me.

"By the way, do I count as saving your life now?" He asked suddenly.

Wang Xilou thought for a while, and what the other party said was true.

It's true that he couldn't beat him, but his spiritual power was dozens of times that of his own, and he was so seriously injured in the stove fire that he pushed the bone jelly with all his strength.

"Then I have a request, should you agree to me?"

Looking at the mask, she always felt that the face underneath was ugly, but she couldn't hate it.

"What request." She asked with a smile.

"Go and learn to sing a song for me. It's boring here. It would be nice to hear you sing a song."

"The grace of saving lives, is that all?"

"Your kindness to me, I will not frown thousands of times into the flames of Zao Jun." He said lightly.

"Another thing I don't know."

"You'll find out later."

She looked at this guy's back, her tone was also mysterious, and she couldn't hold back her anger, so she kicked him with her embroidered shoe regardless of the girl's reserve.

"Why kick me?"

"Kick it if you want to, do you have an opinion?"

"Don't dare...can I have one more request?"

"Hugh is insatiable!"

The two went home and survived the catastrophe. Tonight they went to Vegetable Market Street, picked out good vegetables and meat, and also chose two jugs of good wine.

That night, they were in the courtyard, the sky was cloudless, and the Milky Way was shining brightly.

The two of them were wearing unlined clothes, pushing cups and changing cups, it was the first time for Wang Xilou to get along with someone so carelessly, this feeling of peace of mind.

This guy really couldn't drink a drop of alcohol, he just drank a few glasses, and then fell asleep peacefully on the side, with his hands on his stomach, and his breathing was calm.

He was really seriously injured, and Wang Xilou was very distressed.

There was wind in the yard at night, she got up, put her hand on his mask, and put it down again after a long time.

Silently cleaned up the yard, went to his room and brought him a quilt and covered him lightly. There were many mosquitoes in the yard, so I drove him away from time to time.

In a daze, Feng Wuli seemed to hear Wang Xilou humming again, as if he saw the little zombie nestling on the sofa, watching TV with his legs crossed, laughing cheerfully when he saw something interesting.

He squinted his eyes, but saw Wang Xilou sitting in the yard, singing softly.

Neither is in tune.

It's the first time singing after all.

He laughed out loud, and was naturally discovered, and Wang Xilou glared at him angrily.

"Beat!"

"Forgive me."

"I won't sing anymore."

"It's a big loss..." He said with a smile.

Autumn is here, and they can wear some autumn clothes made by Wang Xilou.

"How do you dress, doesn't it look good?"

"It's because I'm good at it."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Feng Wuli asked her if she could make mooncakes, but Wang Xilou couldn't, so the two went to Mrs. Lin's house next door to see how mooncakes were made.

After learning it and going back to do it, Wang Xilou was always clumsy, with some flour on his face, like a cat, Feng Wuli laughed at her, so she grabbed a handful of flour and paste it on Feng Wuli's face.

"Come on, let me tell you how to take care of these flowers. You tell the flower shop yourself, and I will do all the work."

The two squatted in the yard, Wang Xilou turned his face sideways, watching him talking.

Winter is coming, his black hair is all gray, his body is no longer tall and straight, but he still looks tough.

"Stop keeping a zombie face all the time, smile more."

Still begging like that.

Wang Xilou rolled his eyes at him and refused to talk to him, so he came to bother himself again.

When I was working, he was too busy and couldn't relax, which was really annoying.

Just as she was getting ready for tomorrow's breakfast, she was hurriedly pulled out again. She wiped her hands on her skirt, "I'm working, so you just make trouble for me."

"Come out and look at the Kongming Lantern."

After leaving the courtyard gate, countless fire lights rose into the sky at night, illuminating the night sky and the faces of the two of them. They looked at each other and laughed through their masks.

The two sat in front of the door, watching the passers-by outside, this winter seemed to be much colder than previous years, it had already started to snow, and the ground outside was covered with a layer of silver.

The snow fell on Feng Wuli's head without showing any color, but it was very obvious when it fell on Wang Xilou's head. He helped to remove the snow from her head, and Wang Xilou also swept his shoulders for him.

She smiled and said softly: "Whenever you can't walk anymore, do I still have to feed you? I'm really like an old man."

It was freezing cold outside, but the figure walking alone on Jiangnan Road seemed to be getting farther and farther away, no longer had a cold face, but had a human warmth.

"That will trouble you."

I haven't tried letting Wang Xilou feed me yet, not to mention I'm really looking forward to it.

The two supported each other through this cold winter.

Spring is here and the doors of flower shops are open.

"Squeak—" The door opened.

Walking out of a gentle woman unique to Jiangnan, she brushed her hair around her ears, greeted her neighbors with a smile, and took a broom from the yard to sweep the snow in front of the door aside.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year, and this year will be a good one.

She always had a gentle smile on her face, treating everyone with gentleness like water.

Exhaling, white mist came out of her mouth, she returned to the yard after sweeping the snow in front of the door, stared at the scene in the yard, and was stunned for a long time.

He was sitting on a deck chair, quietly basking in the sun, his body was haggard, and the mask was still on his face.

She said angrily: "If you don't call me when you leave the room, if you fall, you will be dead."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"Your body is about the same as that of a centenarian now, and you were seriously injured half a year ago. You know how much it hurts to walk a step."

Feng Wuli just chuckled, looking at Wang Xilou who was talking endlessly, he often couldn't tell whether it was 500 years ago or 500 years later.

Wang Xilou gave him a blank look.

It was cold, his body was weak, and he would feel uncomfortably cold, so Wang Xilou went to the house and took a blanket for him to cover his body, and stayed by his side.

The two sat in the yard, basking in the sun.

Feng Wuli grabbed her hand and asked her if she would be sad that she was going to die of old age.

was silent for a long time;
Two spring swallows flew over the courtyard wall, pecking each other's wings and chirping non-stop.

She put his old palm on her face.

"Stop talking about this, it's going to hurt you to death."

Under the mask, Feng looked at the woman in front of him unreasonably, and was stunned for a long time.

The figure of the thin woman I met for the first time a year ago, that woman with a cold face all the time, the woman who walked through the south of the Yangtze River alone with an umbrella, and said not to follow her again.

Melted with this year's winter snow.

The lonely and cold Wang Xilou gradually coincided with the one in front of him and the Wang Xilou 500 years later.

The sun shone warmly on my body.

That's it.

He seemed to know what it meant for Wuming to let him find her.

(End of this chapter)