not a monster

Chapter 144 Wang Xilou's First Time

Shi is getting old, the little girl is carved with jade, sitting on the bench shaking her short legs, the tree behind her sprouts, blooms, and leaves, year after year.

Hearing the chirping of cicadas, the little girl turned to look behind her.

Looking around, she didn't see anything. Compared with her restless temperament, Shi on the side seemed more depressed.

He saw Feng Wuli in the distance, and Feng Wuli also heard what he said, smiled, and he waved.

But in the ears of others, it is probably just the noisy cicadas.

The little girl looked at the tree, looked at the branches, and then got under the bench, looking for something, but finally couldn't find it, so she sat back on the chair obediently.

The chirping of cicadas disappeared.

In fact, the person she was looking for had been sitting next to her.

She turned her head and looked behind her instantly, as if someone was playing hide and seek with her, but there was nothing behind her.

The little girl was thinking, how can I meet Mr. Cicada.

She knew that there was a monster living here, but not the bad ones, but the good ones.

That bad dog chased her that day, and it was Mr. Chan who drove her away. The two mooncakes she gave Mr. Chan, the bunny keychain, and the pen and notebook she gave him a few days ago were all caught by Mr. Chan. I took it.

The little girl leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the sky, pouting and blowing, the child was innocent.

A woman came over, the little girl's mother, and she waved to the little girl on the bench.

"Go back, come here quickly."

"mom!"

The little girl happily ran over, took the woman's hand, and looked back at the empty bench, a little depressed: "I didn't meet Mr. Cicada today."

The woman pursed her lips, summer is almost over, how could the cicada survive the summer, she said softly:

"Autumn is here, Mr. Cicada is going back, and you can see it next year."

The woman took the little girl's hand back, and the little girl turned her head three times a step, reluctantly looking at the empty bench under the tree.

"Mr. Cicada, are we friends?"

She yelled loudly, as if she didn't care about it. Children are always very persistent in some inexplicable things. The woman smiled and touched her head, and pulled her away.

It's a pity that no one will answer her, because Shi has already left just now.

The sound of cicadas just now was the last farewell between friends.

Shi just said:

See you next year.

Can I see you next year?

I don't know.

I don't know if the other party understood his farewell.

If I come here again next year, if I remember, I would like to ask you what autumn is like.

He turned into a ray of breeze, rolled up a few leaves, shook the branches on the side of the road, drove away the wild cats on the side of the road, and stole a balloon from a balloon seller on the side of the road with some childishness.

The balloon floated in the city with the wind, swaying over the treetops, and the glass of the office building reflected the sky. A balloon floated under the sky. It flew too high and then fell down, appearing in a pair of mother and daughter walking on the street. forward.

The little girl stared blankly at the balloon, which suddenly burst in front of her.

There was a soft snap.

Amid the bursting of the balloon, she seemed to hear someone say that.

"See you next year"

Looking back, there was nothing under the bench. She took her mother's hand and left, unable to bear it.

Feng Wuli also left and went back to the incense and candle shop.

See you next year.

Back at the incense and candle shop, a guest just happened to come.

A business like joss sticks is basically found in places like Old Street. If you want to set up a shop on the street outside to sell joss sticks, you will have to die.

In fact, in recent years, the business of incense and candle shops has been getting worse and worse, and I usually buy candles, fine incense and the like, to burn incense on the shrine.

Wang Xilou thought about whether to start some other business.

Feng unreasonably dismissed.

Anyway, it will be demolished after living here for a few years, so there is no need to toss so much.

Wang Xilou likes to squat on the computer chair at the counter, watching the little apprentice greet and leave the customers, she holds her face and frowns:
"To be honest, when the time comes to move to another place, the master has no culture, and he doesn't know what to do to make money... You can't just sell teeth all the time, it's embarrassing."

Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Why do you want to make money?"

"How can you support me if you don't make money?" She took it for granted.

Feng Wuli suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

"Why do you think so much? You are an old lady who has lived for 800 years. You are still worried about starving to death in modern times. If you have no money, I will earn it."

"That won't work, I'm the master."

She frowned: "Don't call me old lady."

"Then you go make a movie, go make a zombie movie, and act in your true colors. If others say that you don't act like a zombie, you just show your two fangs and scare them to death."

Feng pushed her away unreasonably, sat in front of the computer, and pushed the little zombie to the side.

Wang Xilou patted him angrily. The little apprentice's muscles are really strong, bang bang, and she patted him several times, bang bang bang, Feng Wurea turned his head and gave her a speechless look, and she burst into tears Silly music.

The lights in the candle shop are dim, and people occasionally pass by in the old street outside.

"Suddenly want to suck a mouthful of your blood, to taste what it tastes like."

"I want to do justice for the sky and kill you zombie."

He started a game.

"Master has been a zombie for 800 years, and he has never sucked human blood once. He bought live chickens and cows from farmers before, but that's all. Look at this neck, these blood vessels, tsk tsk."

Feng Wuli was playing with the computer, so she leaned close to Feng Wuli's neck, touched it with her cold fingers, touched the blood vessels through the skin, and even swallowed her saliva.

Feng Wuli always felt that what the other party was looking at was not just a person, but a piece of crispy chicken steak.

He turned to look at her in doubt: "Aren't you the kind of zombie who doesn't suck blood?"

"How can there be a zombie that doesn't suck blood? What you say is to make wolves eat fruit instead of meat."

"Will sucking blood have a bad effect on you, will it become more and more bloodthirsty, or become addicted?"

"I'm addicted even if I don't smoke."

She smiled and said, "Zombies suck blood by nature, just like plants facing the sun, and you can't quit. It's just that Master has been suppressing it for 800 years."

"Suck me."

He looked at the game on the screen, and chose this round: "You didn't say it earlier, if you said it earlier, I would let you suck it earlier, what's there to bear."

Wang Xilou giggled, stopped talking, watched him play games, although she couldn't understand, but she liked the little apprentice who couldn't understand playing games, kept asking all kinds of things, and then waited for Feng Wuli to explain the process to her .

Even though she answered, she couldn't understand.

"Why don't you smoke?"

"Reluctantly, Master is distressed."

"Well, it's okay to suck a little, just donate blood. Donating blood in moderation is good for your body."

"There's another theory?" Wang Xilou obviously didn't believe it.

Feng Wuli's screen grayed out, cut it out, and searched for her on Baidu, Wang Xilou saw that donating blood in moderation is really good for the body.

"Really?"

She was already drooling crazily, and she kept talking about blood sucking today, just like talking about barbecue at night.

"Hurry up, I won't suck it for you after I revive the game."

"Taste it, taste it."

I always feel that the little zombie is rubbing his hands like a fly, leaning towards it with his lips pursed, swallowing his saliva while looking at his neck, changing positions several times, and slowly moving towards him.

Feng Wuli felt his soft and cool lips sticking to his neck. This posture was too ambiguous, and then he felt his neck was pricked by two things.

It didn't hurt, it was numb and numb, it was more of a strange feeling from Wang Xilou's lips, like a lover's kiss.

He felt the flow of blood, the loss was very slow, and Wang Xilou's body temperature also rose.

The 800-year-old zombie sucked human blood for the first time, and it was the blood of his beloved. Emotions and primitive instincts were mixed together. The stimulation of blood and the strong breath of his lover drove Wang Xilou completely crazy.

She thought, the whole man in front of her is hers.

This made her desperately want to suck his blood dry, let him completely belong to her, and never separate from each other, but her reason told herself that she couldn't do that.

She was sucking the blood that was like medicine, and she couldn't tell what kind of feelings it was, possessiveness, love, guilt like doing bad things.

She wanted to suck all the blood from his body, thinking of this, Wang Xilou couldn't help crying happily.

It lasted for about half a minute, her eyes were blurred and she left his body. There were still two lines of tears on her face, and there was a lot of blood on her lips, which was bright red.

"Why are you still crying, how do you feel?"

Hearing his question, Wang Xilou seemed to have just come back to her senses, she looked straight at him, Feng Wuli was confused by the drawing eyes, and then the little zombie rushed over again, but this time it was not at his neck. department.

Arms around his neck.

He also tasted what his own blood tasted like.

It's a bit fishy, ​​but it doesn't taste good anyway.

Not sure, try again.

His game character stands in the spring, posing in a concave shape from time to time, and shouting lines. His teammates keep returning to the spring, then go out, come back, and go out again. It seems that he is very busy.

"There's something to chew on!"

Tam sticks out his big tongue and speaks lines like this.

The top lane collapsed, the middle lane collapsed, and the bottom lane collapsed.

"defeat——!"

There was a faint movement outside, and the little zombie jumped up from him as if he was running away, and ran into the backyard, wiping his mouth and burying his head.

No shoes.

Another visitor came to the incense and candle shop, and Feng received him unreasonably, and then came back to check the computer and touch the phone. He wanted to go back to do his homework, but Wang Xilou didn't come out for two hours during the period.

It should be embarrassing.

Coincidentally, he also has a little bit.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock at noon that Wang Xilou called him to eat, and he opened the curtain of the backyard and went in.

During the period, the little zombie was still a little unnatural, and was a little annoyed by Feng Wurea staring at his face for a long time, so he slapped him.

"What do you look at, is there something delicious on my face, eat your meal."

Feng Wuxiang said that Master's saliva tastes better than rice, but one is because Wanwan and Xiao Ye are by the side, and the other is that he can't say it because he is too boring, so he presses it down.

"It feels so cool today, autumn is coming."

"The temperature has only dropped for a few days, and it will definitely heat up again tomorrow. There should be heavy rain in a few days." She said indifferently as she picked up a piece of meat.

In this kind of place, you can completely believe in little zombies. People who have lived for hundreds of years can really be in tune with the world sometimes. She may not be smart, but it is unreasonable to give her a perspective of thinking and the experience of integrating flesh and blood for a long time. beyond reach.

"An old house where a treasure."

Wang Xilou frowned, always feeling that it was not a good word: "Don't call Master old."

After eating, Feng Wuli took his homework and went down to the yard to write. He stopped writing and read a book for a while.

After finishing the first edition of the physics paper, the major questions were written meticulously, and Feng unreasonably rewarded himself for playing with his mobile phone for a while.

After browsing the short videos, almost all of them are not nutritious.

Liu Xiaoxiao sent him a few messages, asking him to take her out to play. She had a broken leg and was not allowed to go out by her family on National Day.

Wind is unreasonable: [image]
Feng Wuli: Go to Jinling with Wang Xilou tomorrow
Feng Wuli: I will take pictures for you when I see something delicious

Liu Xiaoxiao:? ?
Liu Xiaoxiao: Take me, please

Liu Xiaoxiao: I kneel down and beg you, take me with you
Liu Xiaoxiao: I want to go out to play, I want to go out to play
Feng Wuli: Say something nice
Liu Xiaoxiao: Dad
"..."

Some underestimated her.

Feng Wuli: Can you be obedient?

Liu Xiaoxiao: Yes!
Feng Wuli: Okay, then you can take care of your leg injury at home

He put the phone aside, during which time a WeChat call came, but Feng Wuli didn't answer it, so he knew it was someone from Liu without thinking.

Anyway, it is definitely impossible to take her there, Ye Ji and Wan Wan did not bring her.

He started to review again, during which Ye Ji flopped around in the yard for a while before going out, Wan Wan came down to eat some snacks, dried clothes with Wang Xilou, was taken out to play by Ye Ji who ran back, and the little zombie was in front Looking at the shop, I would go into the backyard to see him from time to time, and I didn't bother him. I just watched him go out after a while. It was strange, time seemed to be slow, but the light in the yard changed, and it was already evening.

In the evening, Wang Xilou was packing up his things.

"How many days shall we go?"

"Two and a half days, the high-speed train will come back on the afternoon of the seventh."

Feng Wuli slumped on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, searching for anything interesting in Jinling.

Wang Xilou's hometown during her lifetime was Jinling, and she often returned to that place 500 years ago.

Feng Wuidean went to see if there was her shadow there.

If you don't have it, forget it, if you don't have it, just go out and play.

Wang Xilou always had some other feelings for that land, and it was the place where the two of them met for the first time.

When taking the high-speed rail, Wang Xilou was by the window, and Feng Wuli stuffed his bag on it, watched the little zombie looking out the window, and sat down too.

She turned her head and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've traveled far with you."

"You have been in poor health before."

"That's right." She nodded, suddenly thought of something, and pretended to ask casually, "By the way, have you booked the hotel yet?"

"Booked two rooms."

"..."

Wang Xilou thought it was such a waste of money, he hesitated and articulated a lot of reasons, and then successfully persuaded the young apprentice to take out his mobile phone, return both rooms and book a standard room.

"Two rooms are too wasteful."

She is still explaining.

The journey is long, and many of the scenery along the way are the same. The two settled their lunch in the car, and the train stopped for several stops. Looking out of the window, there was a feeling of climbing mountains and ridges. For a distance of [-] kilometers, no matter what kind of weather We met within five hours, and it was three or four in the afternoon when they arrived.

Nothing like it was 500 years ago.

Feng Wuli looked back at the little zombie. It looked the same as it did 500 years ago, but it only had the same look.

"Do you want to stand here and tell me coldly why you have been following me?"

Wang Xilou was taken aback for a moment, then understood what the other party meant, and said with a smile, "Okay."

She ran a few steps away and looked at him with a cold face, "Why..."

Before she finished speaking, she laughed, and then asked her to try a few more times, but every time she saw that face, she still couldn't help laughing, how could she get cold.

It's too late to like.

(End of this chapter)