not a monster

Chapter 139 The Corridor of Memory

The company, in Director Yang's office.

"Hiss, are you sure what you said is true?"

"What does Director Yang know?"

"The person who can play with memory the most in the whole world, do you know who it is?"

"You mean Lady Meng? But why would she do such a thing to a little girl?"

"I don't know, Mrs. Meng Po has always been mysterious, and even her legend is vague. Although the prototype is Meng Jiangnu, that story is basically fabricated. She stands by the river of true spirits, guarding memory and reincarnation. Someone Said she was looking for someone, but no one knew who she was looking for."

Director Yang took a sip of tea and looked at the boy sitting opposite him.

It is not difficult to make a person forget everything, but to make the whole world forget a person is the way of the gods.

"Don't worry too much. Mrs. Meng won't harm that friend for no reason. By the way, what's your friend's name?"

"Jiang Nao."

"The river of the river?"

"Meng Jiangnu's ginger."

"When was the last time Lady Meng showed her presence in front of people?"

The wind shook his head unreasonably.

"I'm going to check the company information."

He called a female secretary with a hip skirt, a pear-shaped figure, and gold-rimmed glasses. She was about [-] years old, and her short hair looked very refreshing.

Feng Wuli watched them search for information, and finally found out that the last time Mrs. Meng made a fuss was 500 years ago.

The last time it happened was 800 years ago.

500 years ago, it appeared once by the Xiangjiang River.

800 years ago, it appeared in Jinling.

Five immortals, Po Meng, Zao Jun, Emperor Qing, Mom, and one is the most mysterious, with few records left. I don’t know who the historical prototype of this is. It is still 500 years old to find rumors about him. A few days ago, Lady Meng Po met with Lord Qingdi by the Xiangjiang River.

Hearing what the servant next to Emperor Qing said, Mrs. Meng mentioned the immortal and called him Mr.

Later, everyone also called the fairy who was not in the history picture Mr.

Among these human immortals, except Qingdi and Zaojun, who have a stable place, the other three are erratic.

"What are you going to do?" Director Yang asked him.

"If you want to get her memory back, at least you can't become like this in a daze. Those past memories should not be played with by others at will. Neither the good nor the bad should be forgotten."

"Do you know how to find it?"

"The fairy who guards the memory and the river of true spirits... Junsha is so lively recently, just catch a few monsters and ask them."

He left the company and was going back to the incense and candle shop.

There are more and more monsters on the street that I haven't seen before, and they seem to be chasing something.

It is said that the task issued by the immortal is to find the master of the Naihe Bridge. As long as you find that immortal, you can agree to a request.

There are still few practitioners, and more monsters come here. All kinds of monsters come to Junsha all because of such a rumor.

This is the charm of the fairy.

He rode a bicycle and came to the street.

There are not only human beings staying in front of the sidewalk, but also a three-meter-tall monk with a big head and bare breasts, following the green light and the crowd; a large shadow clings to the outside of the tall office building; a huge black goat stands on a street lamp beside it ; The city track blasted through above, and phantoms were left behind in the carriages, and a one-legged weirdo with a cane and rags stood on the roof.

It was a mess.

Back at the incense and candle shop, I saw Wang Xilou playing mahjong with those aunts and uncles on the street. The light was dim under the street lamp, and a few flying insects were flying around under the light.

The cards of this little zombie are not placed together. For the convenience of looking at them, they are separated into three cards and two cards, as if building a house. Then sometimes he hesitated for a long time before playing a card, and stretched his neck to look outside. The cards played out are constantly confirmed, and then hesitated, and the cards held are put down and picked up again.

The others were not in a hurry and just laughed at her.

In the end it was called out.

Was slapped.

Her face turned black, and the other three families were amused seeing her like that.

"Hey, Xiao Feng is back, Xiao Wang, hurry up and go back to cook."

Said to the old man at home, Wang Xilou immediately looked back, and sure enough, he saw a boy in school uniform walking over.

"I'm back." She smiled.

"Why did you come out to play mahjong?"

"hey-hey."

Feng Wuli handed her the egg-filled biscuit hanging on the front of the car: "I bought it when I came back."

Wang Xilou took it, feeling that the child's pain was not in vain.

He glanced at her cards, feeling like they were patched together, they played poorly, no wonder they kept losing.

"Grandpa Zhao, can I take over?" He smiled.

"Hey! Two siblings come together."

Wang Xilou allocated half of the chairs for him to sit on, and watched the little apprentice help her back.

She wanted to hit a whiteboard, but Feng Wuli grabbed her hand back.

"Don't hit this."

She shrunk her neck resentfully, and didn't let go of her hand after grabbing it. In the dim light at night, she felt that these old street masters must not be able to see, so she quietly passed under the mahjong table with her five fingers, and held the big hand instead. He also pretended to follow Feng Wureason to discuss which card to play together naturally.

She really likes the feeling of holding hands recently, as if holding hands is like being together forever, she even marvels how there is such a happy thing as holding hands.

This feeling of being wrapped is better than all sweet words.

After they left, the uncles were still talking.

"This little king must be in his thirties or forties, why does he look the same as eighteen 22?"

"Oh, no, the two siblings seem to have become brothers and sisters."

The oldest woman in the Li family, who was nearly eighty years old, said nothing, just took a fan and fanned it again and again. The moon is a line tonight.

Maybe some people haven't forgotten, just didn't remember it for a while, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Feng Wuli pushed his bicycle towards home, and Wang Xilou was sitting behind him.

"In the past two days, the aura of monsters in the city has suddenly increased a lot." She followed suit and said unreasonably.

"It's all for that lord. You don't usually go too far to buy groceries. It will be troublesome if you meet your former enemies."

"Where does Master have so many enemies?"

She smiled: "Besides, Junsha is the territory of Lord Qingdi, so he will basically restrain himself a little."

Today Wang Xilou is dressed up as a completely modern little girl, with a pair of white and greasy legs under the cotton black hot pants, not the kind of chopsticks, but the leg shape that Feng Wuli likes, the calves are well-proportioned, and the upper body is wearing very short black A small vest, and a white knitted sunscreen shirt outside.

If you guessed right, Jiang Nao bought this for Wang Xilou a few days ago.

"Did you buy this dress yourself?" Feng Wuli asked.

"Didn't you buy it for Master?" She sat on the back seat and looked up.

"That's it." Feng Wuli smiled and sighed.

"Actually, I really like to see you wearing cheongsam. You don't have to dress up like this era, and now many people wear cheongsam."

"Yes, Master saw many people wearing that kind of ancient clothes on the street, but it was a little different from that time."

"A lot of modern and redesigned clothes, and your clothes were very old at that time, and they were worn for more than ten years, and they were too new."

The two returned to the incense and candle shop, he parked his bicycle, and Wan Wan obediently swept the floor with a broom taller than hers, with her elementary school uniform still on her body, and sweetly called out to Mr. Feng Wuli.

Ye Ji didn't know where she went wild.

Wang Xilou tied a high ponytail and was about to cook.

No matter what happens outside, I always feel at ease when I come back here, especially when I see the back of Wang Xilou cooking.

So lovely;
like;

After dinner, Wang Xilou took a shower and washed some clothes that could not be machine washed in the shower room, such as the family's underwear and socks.

Feng Wuli walked over and saw Wang Xilou sitting there washing clothes, watching the scene of this woman scrubbing there, this kind of daily necessities felt very strange, so he just watched it for a while.

Wang Xilou sensed someone behind him, and turned around suspiciously: "What are you doing standing there?"

"Thanks a lot."

Wang Xilou frowned, "I don't know why."

Feng Wuli pursed his lips, feeling a little hypocritical, the little zombie has been washing and cooking for him for more than ten years.

"An old lady who has lived for more than 800 years washes my socks here. I am afraid that my life will be shortened if I wear them."

"I'm washing my man's socks, is there a problem?"

"Hey!" Feng Wurea pretended to be disgusted.

"Go out, and help Little Fox with her homework if you have time. She's a transfer class, so she won't be able to keep up with the schedule."

Wang Xilou washed the clothes again, and said with a smile: "I found out why you like to watch me work so much. It was the same way 500 years ago. You came to make trouble when I was doing laundry and cooking."

"There wasn't much entertainment in those days."

Feng Wuli took a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator and went to the shower room to feed them.

Squeeze a grape and hand it to Wang Xilou's mouth, the little zombie will automatically open its mouth, and Feng Wuli stuffs the grape into her mouth.

Occasionally meeting cool and soft lips, both of them felt strange in their hearts, but they both pretended nothing happened.

She frowned, swallowed vaguely, "Master is washing clothes, go out and play, don't tease me."

Feng Wuli stuffed another grape in the past, and she had no choice but to eat another grape.

She couldn't speak after eating, so she could only wash the clothes, then looked up and gave him a fierce look while chewing.

But how could the little zombie feel that it was a vicious look? Every time Feng Wuli swallowed it and was about to speak, he would stuff another one into it.

She didn't want to eat it at first, but facing the little apprentice's feeding, who could refuse it!
"500 years ago, I suddenly miss things from that time."

"I told you not to mess with Mr. Stove, but you just don't listen to me."

"There are also Catcher Yang, Mrs. Shang, Liu Fushang, and Miss Jiang."

Wang Xilou pressed his clothes, poured out the water from the basin, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Wait, who is Miss Jiang?"

Feng Wuli also looked at her suspiciously, and fed the last grape into her mouth.

Can't you?
……

The next day arrived as promised, he went to school in a state of confusion, and when he entered the classroom, he suddenly froze.

Because there was a person sitting next to his desk, but that was not Jiang Nao, but a classmate from another class.

He walked over blankly, greeted her, and asked her why she was sitting next to him.

"What are you talking about, haven't I been sitting here all this time?"

"Where's Jiang Nao? Where's the transfer student from yesterday? She's my deskmate, right?"

The classmate looked at him suspiciously: "Jiang Nao? Who is it?"

Feng Wuli's pupils dilated a bit.

Today, Jiang Nao was forgotten again, and more completely than yesterday, even under unknown rules, even the desks she vacated in the past were completely assigned to others.

Where is she now?

He suddenly tensed up.

At this time, the classroom was suddenly quiet.

Because Sister Shang brought in a very beautiful girl, who had a calm and quiet demeanor, like a lady in a deep boudoir.

Feng looked at her unreasonably, but the other party didn't care about everything outside of him.

including him.

Sister Shang introduced to everyone that a new classmate came today.

applaud;

Self introduction;

When get out of class was over, Feng Wuli went to find her and said to her: "I had a dream, we should have seen each other in the dream."

The girl with a calm face looked at him: "I have no plans to fall in love for the time being."

She saw this boy suddenly looking at her and smiling, but that smile made her feel at ease for some reason.

"I know, you also told me in that dream."

She didn't want to pay attention to the other party's inexplicable words, but she has the kind of personality that can be ignored or ignored, and everything doesn't matter.

"Really? What kind of dream was that?"

The boy told her that it was a very good dream. In the dream, they were friends and they knew each other a long time ago...

The morning sun came in from the window, hitting half of the boy's face, with a golden luster.

This is a very strange person, as if holding a shovel, hitting the high wall surrounded by himself one after another.

She felt that she didn't need to interact with anyone, and just stayed in the high wall, but the sound of the other party's shovel was too loud and vigorous, and she always felt like something was about to be smashed to pieces.

Looking at his face, she always felt as if she had forgotten something important.

She couldn't help but stare at him secretly, looking at his back silently, something broke out in her heart.

It rained at noon, and the other party asked her to go to the dining hall for dinner with the excuse of not bringing an umbrella, and took her to feed the cats during the lunch break, met a girl who was very good at drawing in the botanical garden, and drew a picture for her. He told her that he wanted a beautiful girl to accompany him around the playground, but he agreed without knowing why.

She couldn't help but look at the boy beside her, watching carefully and secretly when the other party didn't notice.

"See you tomorrow."

The other party said goodbye to her with a smile, and she suddenly had some expectations in her heart.

She wasn't cold, but she didn't care about anything, she could laugh or not, so she responded with a light smile.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Thursday morning;

"Okay, welcome to our new classmate... um, what's his name?"

Seeing that the woman next to her forgot her name again, just as she was about to say her name, a boy below suddenly raised his hand and stood up.

"Jiang Nao, her name is Jiang Nao."

She looked at this boy she had never seen before, and felt a little like crying for no reason.

(End of this chapter)