not a monster

Chapter 128 You Are Back
The sound of the erhu in the yard was intermittent, and Feng Wuli went to bring tools for pruning the woody flowers on the courtyard wall, and also prepared a potion for spraying the flowers.

A stupid cat comes to make trouble now and then, comparing his feet to a beast of prey to practice her hunting skills.

Feng Wuli wove the cut woody flowers into a small wreath with vines, and put it on Ye Ji's head.

The little kitten was so excited that it ran like a happy horse.

Run to Wang Xilou to show off;

The wreath was snatched by Wang Xilou;

Come back crying and find the wind to be unreasonable;

Feng Wuli went to argue for her and snatched the garland back from Wang Xilou's head. Wang Xilou clicked his tongue in disdain and watched him put it back on the little cat's head.

But Ye Ji no longer dared to show off to Wang Xilou, this woman is too hateful.

Xiao Suibu followed Feng Wuli, looking for the little guy in the flowers from time to time.

Feng Wuli made another garland one size larger, and put it on the little zombie's head in the past.

She was reluctant, talking about little girls, but she seemed to be in a good mood.

Jay Chou's Qilixiang sounded in the yard, and the erhu version was also very good.

I have to make one for the little fox, and it needs to be covered with rain and dew.

"By the way, Wang Xilou."

Feng Wuli gradually heard the details of those dreams, turned around and asked her: "Did you meet anyone special when you were young?"

"who?"

"It's... a cultivator, right? Or a monster, did you encounter a cultivator or something when you were young?"

The sound of the erhu stopped, and Wang Xilou said uncertainly: "You said it like this, Master seems to have... It was when Master was sitting on the edge of the field when he was a child, someone came to ask Master for food, and then took me to the city Eat...no, this is a dream from last night..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end she glanced suspiciously at the little apprentice over there.

How could I have such a real and strange dream last night.

Then I thought about it again, and found that I really met a strange person when I was a child.

The dream last night was a scene she experienced when she was a child.

She was supposed to cool off in the field ridge, waiting for her mother to come back, but she met a man who said he came from far away.

She couldn't remember the man's appearance, he made her give up his seat, Wang Xilou moved the shady place, and then looked at the sun-shining field under the tree, under the shade of the tree. Indescribably comfortable.

The man started eating next to her, and she just stared at it naked. The man laughed at her and handed her a piece of fruit.

When Wang Xilou finished eating the fruit, the man disappeared.

"real or fake?"

Feng Wuli was dubious, but in fact, he believed more than half of it in his heart.

"Why did you lie to me? Master thought he had met a fairy at the time, but nothing happened afterwards. I wondered if Master remembered it wrong."

She glanced at Feng Wuli suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

"No, just ask." Feng Wuli tidied up the things in his hands, and looked at the time, it was almost eight or nine o'clock.

"I'll go out for a while, and I may come back later tonight. Jiang Nao and Shi will come to celebrate the festival together tonight. Let's order more dishes for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Your song Qilixiang has to wait for me to learn."

"...not in a hurry."

After going out, Feng Wuli thought about that place relying on the incomplete memory in the dream.

First got on a bus.

There were not many people in the car, and many seats were empty.

Looking at the street outside from the bus window is different from what I usually see. I always feel that the filter of the bus window is gentler. A row of trees is shaded. The breakfast shop in the morning is steaming. Moon cakes are filled, people go in and out of the shops on the street, and stray cats shuttle among them. These scenes, which are usually taken for granted, have a different feeling through the window of the bus.

Perhaps because he had too many dreams last night, Feng Wuli looked at his phone, set an alarm clock, put on the bluetooth headset, and squinted in the car for a while.

When I woke up, the surrounding houses were obviously a lot more rural, and there were half-developed scenes everywhere, making it a bit smoky. In the end, there were no mountains and rivers, and there was no development.

After a while, the place that looked like a ravine in my memory has turned into a decent town.

Next to him sat a girl of the same age, an ordinary person who was not ugly but not good-looking either, Feng Wuli pressed the bell next to the car window, she understood and moved her thighs to let Feng Wuli out.

After getting off the car, he looked at it for a long time, and he was sure that this was the place he was looking for.

But the changes in a hundred years are really great, and Feng Wuli keeps comparing with the memory in the dream.

Comparison failed.

Look at the bus stop sign.

OK, here it is.

Rhodes Town.

"Master, is there a village with many people named Liu here, do you know how to get there?"

Feng Wuli grabbed an old man to ask for directions.

"The village surnamed Liu? Young man, wait for me to think about it!"

The uncle tried his best to explain to him, tried to teach him how to get to that place, the two chatted on the street, a lot of words were mixed with dialect, it might not be understandable in other languages, but Feng Wuli has a memory from a dream, but it sounds kind to him Quite a lot.

"That's right! That's right, there's another bridge, right!"

"Thank you, sir."

The uncle let out a strange yelp in a bad mood, probably meaning thank you for something.

The remoteness here is different from Huaiqing's hometown. Huaiqing's hometown is next to the mountain, it is inconvenient to get in and out, and there are few people. The remoteness here is just because of poor development. Young people have run out, like an old city.

Feng Wuli managed to see some scenery in his memory;

A meandering river with many stone steps and centuries-old trees. There are villages on both sides of the river. In the villages are tile-roofed houses covered with moss, like an ancient town surrounded by weeping willows. Bungalow.

One hundred thousand yuan is enough to build a building.

The ancestral hall over there is still there, although it is no longer used, and the outside is full of weeds;
The banyan tree is still there. In the past, many old people would fan their fans under the tree to enjoy the shade. Now the tree is there, but the people are gone;

This bridge should have been built later, but it also has a history of several decades. Feng Wuli knew that the opposite was Liu Erxi's hometown, but somehow he had a feeling of being closer to his hometown, which was very faint, but warm in Feng Wuli's heart. Yes, it made him feel that nostalgia.

He said that he would go home for them.

Suddenly, Feng Wuli heard the voices of several children.

Turning around to look, I saw two five or six-year-old children, shouting and laughing, followed by a couple who got off a very new car.

It should be that there are old people in my hometown who came back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

His gaze followed the family away, and when he turned around again, he saw a teenager.

He stared blankly at the other person, who also looked at himself.

"Brother, why did you come back!"

Feng Wuli felt a little sour in his heart.

How did you die so young.

(End of this chapter)