not a monster

Chapter 115 The moon shines on the way home
After entering the shopping mall, Wang Xilou took Feng Wuli to pick out schoolbags, paper, pens, and some stationery.

Feng Wuli thought he bought it for himself, and was a little excited, only to realize that it was not for himself.

With imperceptible disappointment on his face, Wang Xilou bought another set without saying a word, saying it was a small schoolbag for him, and his mood brightened again.

Then he picked out some clothes for Feng Wuli, but he didn't understand why the clothes Wang Xilou picked out for him were so big that he couldn't fit them.

Wang Xilou, who was carrying big bags and small bags, took him to a place where there were no people, only to see her talking to his shadow: "Youhuang, take something."

Feng Wuli saw a woman's hand stretched out from his shadow, took what was in Wang Xilou's hand, and retracted it.

Feng Wuli: "!!"

When he left the mall, Wang Xilou bought him milk tea, which his parents would buy for him before, and he took a sip happily.

"Is it good?" Wang Xilou asked with a smile.

"It's so sweet, but it's delicious." He handed it to Wang Xilou: "Wang Xilou, drink it."

Wang Xilou took a sip, and it felt a bit too sweet. She doesn't like to drink milk tea, she prefers to drink Coke.

He took Wang Xilou's hand and walked along the side of the road. There was actually a tent set up on the other side of the square, and there was a touring circus performance inside. Feng Wuli's eyes were shining brightly.

Wang Xilou asked him if he wanted to watch it, but Feng Wuli felt that Wang Xilou was already troubled tonight, so he was too embarrassed to continue to trouble her.

"Oh, Master wants to see it very much, do you want to watch it with Master?"

"Okay, okay!"

He was extremely happy, but Wang Xilou just pursed his lips and smiled.

This little apprentice feels a little more lively than when he met in the mountain village. His memory should be before he was taken back to his hometown by his uncle.

My parents got divorced, and after taking me back to my hometown, I became a lot more silent.

Wang Xilou rubbed his head, and he smirked at himself, it was too cute, she couldn't help but knelt down and kissed him, the little guy blushed.

The circus tonight didn't know what was going on, it kept making mistakes, and the animals in the circus were all scared, but seeing the unreasonable behavior of all kinds of animals was still very satisfying, and they clenched their fists and were very excited.

When the show was over, Wang Xilou was still talking non-stop, holding his little hand, listening to him with a smile, nodding from time to time.

On the crowded street, he saw disabled people begging on the side of the road. When he turned his head, he found that Wang Xilou took out a small wallet and handed him five yuan.

Feng Wuli trotted over, handed it to the handicapped man, and ran back again.

"He didn't even say thank you to you." Wang Xilou showed displeasure.

"It's okay." Feng Wuli smiled brightly.

"Can Wang Xilou give me ten yuan?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.

Although he didn't know what the little apprentice was going to do, Wang Xilou naturally didn't refuse, and handed it to him with a piece of ten yuan, but the little guy ran to an old flower seller and returned with a jasmine wreath.

"Wang Xilou, let me put it on for you!" He excitedly said.

Wang Xilou laughed, smoothed the cheongsam on his hips, squatted down, and stretched out his jade-like wrists to let the little apprentice put a garland on himself.

"Is it nice?" she asked with a smile.

"Wangxilou looks good no matter what."

"...Let's wait until you meet a girl you like."

"I like Wang Xilou very much."

Wang Xilou fell silent in the conversation that seemed familiar. Feng Wuli called her several times but didn't respond, as if she was caught in the memory.

She got up and took his hand: "The liking Master said is not the liking you think."

"What I know is the one who got married and stayed together all the time. I like Wang Xilou very much."

Hearing this, Wang Xilou was stunned, he didn't know what to say for a moment, and after a long time, he smiled lightly and said, "I'll just treat you as a child who speaks without restraint."

Get up and take his hand to go home, the little guy is still thinking about which one he likes, isn't it that his father likes his mother's like, what kind of like is that.

"Anyway, I like Wang Xilou very much."

"I know, I know." She replied with a smile.

There was a little brother who played and sang on the street, and the two stopped for a while. When they left the square, there was a musical fountain there. There were people standing in a circle. Feng Wuli was short and invisible, so Wang Xilou put him on his shoulders. , the line of sight suddenly opened up.

"Won't you mess up Wang Xilou's hair?" He sat on it a little stiffly.

"Just let your hair down when it's loose."

"My dad used to put me on his shoulders too."

Wang Xilou just remained silent, grabbing her two calves hanging on her chest.

The light of the musical fountain was reflected on the faces of the two. There were many people in this square. Eight or nine o'clock was the busiest time. There were adults and children playing with toys that flew up into the sky and then spun down continuously.

Feng Wuli milk tea was placed on Wang Xilou's head. He was still in front of the musical fountain, and his gaze had already turned to look at those people.

When Wang Xilou noticed it, he laughed, let him down, pulled his face like a bun, told him to wait here, and Pingping went to the old man who bought gadgets over there, and bought it for him too. one.

"Is this a bamboo dragonfly or something?" Wang Xilou questioned Xiaofeng in confusion.

Feng Wuli wiped his hands and took it, this toy is too new, he is not willing to play with it.

Or I don't dare to play in places with so many people, and I feel a little timid and inferior.

"I don't have any toys at home. My father owes a lot of money to others. I dare not let them bring me toys, but my father said that I will pay it back soon. If I pay back the money, my parents will not quarrel."

Wang Xilou was silent, and only smiled at him when he saw him looking over.

They played in the square, winding the rope continuously, and as soon as they let go, they would fly to a very high place, and then slowly spin and come down shining.

There are many people in the square.

The young men and women who went out on a date were walking aimlessly, and the animal leather shoes that were eager to go home stepped on the ground loudly, and some students were still wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags, and the vending machine next to them dropped a bottle of drink , two students took out one can each, and a public service advertisement was placed on the huge square screen.

Passers-by heard a string of pleasant laughter like silver bells, turned their heads and saw a gentle woman in cheongsam, walking out like a Jiangnan picture scroll, smiling and catching the falling bamboo dragonfly.

A child clamored to give it to him.

"I will give it to you after calling me Master." She said with a smile.

"Well……"

He was a little embarrassed.

Suddenly a woman's hand stretched out from behind him, that arm alone was much taller than Feng Wuli himself, that hand snatched the thing from Wang Xilou's hand, and handed it to him.

Feng Wuli took it with a smile, thanked this monster who didn't know him but followed him in his shadow, rubbed his head with that hand and retracted.

Wang Xilou scratched his head innocently.

The people around only felt that it was a gust of wind that blew away the things in the woman's hands.

After flying once, one big and one small ran over to pick them up again.

It's more about who can get it first.

Wang Xilou intentionally lagged behind him by half a beat.

She is not very patient with children, as you can see from her treatment of Ye Ji, but she seems to be having more fun than Feng Wuli.

……

The moon by the river had already risen into the sky. In the sky high and far above the ground, the sparkle on the river was gone, and there was only a bright moon left.

There was no one else on the shore, only the middle-aged people who were blowing the wind and the young people who were grilling, smoking.

A gentle woman was walking on the road by the river, carrying a little boy like a dumpling on her back, and she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The moonlight illuminates the way home.

(End of this chapter)