not a monster

Chapter 143

Back in the room, he found that the little fox and Ye Ji were in his room.

At this time, the two cubs huddled in Ye Ji's tree hole-like cat nest.

There can accommodate two children squatting inside, but if two children are really needed, they will not be able to move if they squat inside. There is plenty of room for a cat and a fox.

It was the third grade of Feng Wuli Primary School, and the pocket money she saved was bought for Ye Ji.

Ye Ji likes it very much.

Now there is a faint light inside, they probably took a desk lamp, they were still talking just now, and the sound of the door opening became smaller and smaller.

A fox's head poked out, and then a black cat's head poked out from under her.

"Master Feng Wuli, are you going to sleep?"

"What are you doing in there?" He asked suspiciously.

"Wanwan tells us a story!"

"Wanwan is studying with Lord Yeji."

Feng smiled unreasonably, "I haven't slept yet, you guys play for a while and go to bed soon."

The two little cats shrank back into the cat's nest again, there was a faint light at the tree hole, and the little fox's crisp sound of reading, what she was reading was not a textbook, but an extracurricular book, Feng Wuli listened for a while, like a little prince.

He lay on the bed, swiped his mobile phone, and bought a high-speed rail ticket to Jinling the day after tomorrow, which cost more than 300 yuan.

I asked Wang Xilou for her ID number and bought it for her.

Little Zombie: But Master wants to fly/stay

Little Zombie: [Little Airplane]
Feng Wuli: None of us can fly, it’s not safe
Little Zombie: Do you have to be able to fly by yourself? /stay

Little zombie: forget it

Feng Wuli: Tomorrow I want to eat spicy chicken with topped noodles
Little Zombie: Spicy Chicken is so troublesome

Feng Wuli: want to eat
Little Zombie: hum
Feng Wuli typed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, he felt that the little zombie was really cute from the bottom of his heart.

They are living together under the same roof, but they still can’t help but want to get closer, but the distance is amazing. They are already the two closest people to each other. In this situation, how can we get closer to some fermented feelings? He doesn't understand.

In the final analysis, he is just a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. Liu Xiaoxiao's junior high school student would pull him to read books and so on. Wang Xilou's love has always been very strong, and he is learning to respond to each other.

Although it's more that I can't help it.

Feng Wuli: Good night, little zombie

Little Zombie:?

Little Zombie: /anger

Little Zombie: Good night, black-hearted apprentice!

Thinking that there is still a lot of time in the future, they will continue like this, Feng Wuli feels that the world is beautiful, how can anyone think that longevity is not a good thing.

Brewing tea with spring water, brewing wine with pine flowers, and people around you every year.

Thinking of this, I wanted to go out and hold Wang Xilou's hand again. A girl's hand is really the most wonderful thing in the world.

"No, the little prince said, I'm here to find friends..."

Wanwan's voice was full of childlike innocence.

In fact, her mentality is closer to that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old junior high school student, and she is much stronger than Ye Ji, who has the body of a female high school student, but is no different from a brat.

"Why don't you read it anymore?" Ye Ji's voice came.

"Well, Wanwan has to look up this word first."

"Then I will hold the lamp for you."

There was the sound of pages turning in the tree hole.

I can imagine a little fox looking through a dictionary inside, a black cat hugging a desk lamp, and two cuties huddled together.

Feng smiled unreasonably: "You guys take out the book, I'll read it to you two."

There was a rustle in the cat's nest.

Feng Wuli looked at the time, it was already 09:30: "I'll read to you for half an hour, and I'm going to sleep."

"It's so troublesome, Mr. Feng Wuli!"

The little fox came out with a book in her mouth, very excited. She also loves to cling to the wind and be unreasonable. Ye Ji followed closely with a lamp in her mouth.

Feng Wuli turned off the desk lamp and put it aside, the light in the room was already bright enough, so he took the book and prepared to read to the two little monsters at home.

He was half lying on the pillow, with the book propped up, a fox was lying on his left arm, and a cat was lying on his right arm, huddled together, the two cute little bellies were fluffy and hot.

Feng Wuli looked at it, smiled and said to the little fox: "Taming, the word is pronounced tame, Xiyun tame."

"Xi~yun~tame." The little fox followed suit, so cute.

Feng Wuli continued to read: "What does domestication mean?"

"It's an act that's often forgotten, Fox says, and it's about, making connections."

"The little prince asked suspiciously, establish a connection?"

Feng Wuli would also add his own tone of voice when some characters were talking to make it easier for Wanwan and Ye Ji to understand. At the same time, they laughed at him for fun, and Feng Wuli also laughed.

In the room, Feng Wuli always smiled lightly and read to them. Occasionally, Ye Ji would ask some stupid questions without understanding, but she asked them as a matter of course.

The doorknob was pulled suddenly, Wang Xilou poked his head curiously, and saw the three huddled together, holding a book on the bed.

"What are you doing? I'm listening to you talking non-stop outside."

"Wang Xilou, get out quickly! We want to listen to unreasonable stories, so get out quickly."

"I'm reading to them, and the little fox doesn't know many characters. Let me teach her how to read by the way."

The little zombie retracted his head, the sound of the TV outside was turned off, and then the door opened again.

She walked over with her head sullen: "Master also wants to listen."

"I'm going to sleep."

"Let's read it a little longer. I was the one who told you bedtime stories when I was a child. Now it's your turn." As she spoke, she had come to the bed, kicked off her slippers, lifted the stupid cat up, and leaned on it unreasonably like the wind. Lie down on the bed.

Ye Ji lay down on Feng Wuli's chest with an aggrieved face.

"When I was young...you insisted on dragging me to listen to you tell me what you did in those 500 years, and you didn't let me sleep until you finished."

"..."

Wang Xilou's face collapsed.

If you don't listen or don't listen, the disciples will recite the scriptures.

Leaning on Feng Wuli's shoulder, she smelled the same shower gel, but it always felt different from her own. Wang Xilou liked it very much.

Very satisfied.

Can't help but start to look forward to longevity.

"Of course, said the fox.

To me you are no different from thousands of other little boys, I don't need you and you don't need me.

To you, I am no different from thousands of other foxes.

However, if you tame me, none of us can do without the other. At that time, to me, you are unique in this world, and to you, I am also unique in this world. "

The Little Prince is a reading material for the second and third grades of elementary school, which is just right for Wanwan to get in touch with human knowledge. This is a very gentle story.

The fox and the rose both love the little prince, the little prince is very lucky, the fox and the rose are also very lucky.

The fox doesn't care about the wheat, she doesn't eat it, but if the little prince tames the fox, then the fox also cares about the wheat, because it reminds her of the golden hair of the little prince.

The more Feng Wuli read, the more sleepy he became. His routine is to go to bed before eleven o'clock, and he doesn't stay up late. Although it will be fine if he stays up all night for a few days, the biological clock reminds him that it's time to go to bed.

Wanwan and Yeji didn't listen enough, so Wang Xilou relayed the reading to them, and Feng drove them out unreasonably.

Rejected by two votes.

Only Wanwan felt sorry for him, so she said weakly and read it out, but Feng Wuli felt embarrassed to disturb their interest.

One or two must play by his bedside.

He lay on the side with the quilt rolled up, next to his ears was Wang Xilou's voice, feeling drowsy, and felt that the voice was getting farther and farther away.

The next morning.

The fourth day of National Day.

Even if it was a holiday, he could get up at seven o'clock. The sky outside was cloudy, neither sunny nor cloudy. Autumn was coming soon.

He went to brush his teeth and wash his face, just as Wang Xilou came out of the room.

Stretching, the pajamas were lifted up, the belly was smooth and delicate, and the rising corners of the clothes stopped under the ribs. She noticed Feng's unreasonable gaze, immediately put down her raised hand, and smiled at him: "Want to see?" ?"

"think."

"?!"

Wang Xilou looked away unnaturally, went to the shower room to brush his teeth, and then saw the little apprentice coming in.

The two stood in front of the mirror ready to brush their teeth together.

In the mirror, his head reached his shoulder, and Wang Xilou squeezed too much toothpaste, so he took his toothbrush, scraped off the excess, and handed it to him.

"You eat master's slobber." She said happily.

"Children."

"Master is a zombie."

"Childish Zombie."

"Hey, master brush your teeth, you stand still." She started teasing the little apprentice again.

Feng Wuli avoids her demon's hand, the two of them are not too crowded in front of a small sink, Feng Wuli washes up before him, and removes the hairpin on her head before going out.

Her black hair was scattered, Wang Xilou's hair was disheveled, and she couldn't speak because of the foam in her mouth, so she could only frighten her back with her eyes, trying to let the little apprentice know her anger.

"I want to eat spicy chicken topping noodles today."

"No no no!"

Wang Xilou also felt good.

Feng Wuli went down to the yard, and saw Wan Wan in maid outfit sitting on a swing, swinging her legs, holding a bag of Bu Bu Xing in both hands, the kind of snacks that are very old, just puffed snacks with a little spicy .

"Wanwan, if you eat snacks in the morning, you will develop tooth decay, and your teeth will be broken."

"Bad, will the teeth break?"

"The teeth will be corroded by something called moths, and then Wanwan's teeth will be broken."

"!!"

The little fox widened his eyes and looked down: "But Wanwan has already torn it apart."

She was a little sad and didn't want to waste food.

"I'll eat the rest for Wanwan."

"Ah, really?"

She was happy again: "Thank you so much, Mr. Feng Wuli!"

"But Master Feng Wuli also has tooth decay, what should I do?"

"I'm an adult now, adults won't have cavities."

When Wang Xi went downstairs, he saw Feng Wuli eating Wanwan's snacks in the yard, and Wanwan was watching helplessly, with her tail wagging behind her.

Feng Wuli took pity on her, and occasionally gave her one, telling her that eating this one would not cause tooth decay.

In this way, the little fox's gratitude and admiration can be obtained.

Although he felt a little guilty, Feng Wuli concealed it very well, and after a while he said that he had found one that would not cause tooth decay.

Wan Wan was like a little maid who received a reward, she took it gratefully, as if she had received a holy favor.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Feng Wuli."

It's October again in a blink of an eye, less than two months away from 18, and there is a smell of autumn in the air.

After breakfast, a space was cleared in the yard, and the two masters and apprentices were ready to make gestures.

The little fox and Ye Ji sat on the side in good order.

"You can't use Ling Ling!"

Wang Xilou is doing warm-up exercises, her hair is tied behind her head. Recently, she likes to find clothes that Feng Wuwu doesn't wear very much.

The lower body is a pair of black sports shorts, a pair of slender white legs, the upper body is the ball uniform of Feng Wuli Junior High School, with a red background and black border, and a white tube top can be seen under the armpit.

The little zombie is 1.6 meters tall. In fact, the average height of girls in the Tang and Song Dynasties was only 1.5 meters five, but her body proportions are very good, and the overall size of the young lady who is about 1.7 meters has shrunk by a circle.

There is nothing to say about what Feng Wuli wears.

She looks eager to try.

The moves of the two are similar, after all, Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child, and they are some moves to control the enemy. They are not systematic, but they look very fierce.

Ten years ago, there was a candle shop in the backyard.

The woman had a smiling face, and the little boy was full of restraint, standing here on the left and right.

Ten years later, joss sticks were in the backyard.

The woman's appearance has not changed a bit from ten years ago, but the little boy is already much taller than her.

"Your body is invulnerable, and I can't break your defense. What's there to fight?"

"I haven't exercised my muscles for a long time."

"What are the zombies doing?" He whispered.

Wang Xilou had already clawed at his shoulder.

Feng unreasonably dodges, trying not to have physical contact with Wang Xilou, the little zombie has full defense and skills, but not enough stamina.

Most of the well-known martial arts in the world are spiritual entanglement, but if you don't know psychic entanglement, you can't get started, and you can only play on airs.

At that time, Wang Xilou was in good condition, and they practiced occasionally.

"Don't avoid it, is it a man?"

She was anxious, panting.

Feng sighed unreasonably, feeling that it was almost done, he sold a small loophole, hit the opponent in the chest, and then conceded.

Wang Xilou immediately came over distressedly: "It hurts, right? Master has recovered too much recently, so stop now."

Feng Wurea had to pretend to be in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, why endure it, just make a sound when it hurts."

"hiss……"

"Master will bring you some iron strikes, you wait."

The little zombie is in a complicated mood.

His skills are no match for the young apprentice, the majesty of this master is almost gone, but after thinking about it, what master?It's not that I really want to be his master, what she wants is to get into the apprentice's bed, so that she can feel happy again.

At around ten o'clock, Wang Xilou was looking at the store, and Feng Wuli watched the jujube leaves start to wither, and the flowers and plants in the yard also took on the colors of autumn.

The 12-year-old neighbor is about the same this year.

The wind is quite cool today.

There were people coming and going in front of the bench under the tree, and a little girl a few years old was sitting on the bench.

They sat under the tree without saying a word, and some leaves fell slowly on the ground in front of her.

People passing by saw a girl sitting alone on a bench, and they just took a look and hurried on their way.

"Mr. Cicada, are we friends?"

She was talking to herself, wondering if Mr. Cicada was there, and whether Mr. Cicada heard her.

In fact, he was there, and he also heard her speak.

Because her Mr. Cicada is sitting at the other end of the bench.

They are old and young, sitting on the street with fallen leaves, that is the furthest distance.

Unexplained cicadas chirped from the trees.

The two seem to be a little closer.

Autumn is coming.

(End of this chapter)