not a monster

Chapter 164

That night, Wang Xilou had a dream.

There is no logic in the dream, she dreamed about Feng Wuli in junior high school, even though he was sensible like an adult even when he was five years old.

But in junior high school, especially in the second year of junior high school, for some reason, I always liked to fight with myself. At that time, I was often angry with her, and Wang Xilou was always at a loss. I felt that the relationship between the two was getting worse and worse, and I was sad to death. up.

In the dream, she pickled duck eggs, used them to make seaweed soup, brought them out, and called Feng Wuli on the second floor to come down to eat.

After Feng Wuli came down, he asked her for 2000 yuan to buy a mobile phone.

Then Wang Xilou went to the practitioner's market to sell teeth, and returned with 8000 yuan, and went to his school the next day to give him the money.

As a result, Feng Wuli disliked her at the school gate for not being able to make money, and the clothes she wore were dirty and useless at all.

There are other students watching them, and then watching their jokes.

How embarrassing, Wang Xilou said, don't attack her outside, talk about it when you go back.

As a result, Feng Wuli turned his head and refused to return to the classroom, telling her not to come to school to look for him again.

Wang Xilou bowed his head with an aggrieved expression beside him, seeing his dirty apron, cuffs, and patched long skirt, one black and one green socks, and plastic slippers, he secretly wiped his tears.

Then work hard.

He started to pickle duck eggs, sell duck eggs, and made a lot of money at once.

Feng Wuli hugged her with a look of admiration, and said that you are amazing, I like you so much, the little zombie gently shook his head and smiled, and gently patted his head.

And then woke up.

Blinking his eyes, he couldn't remember the dream clearly when he woke up.

She found that the people around her were not around, and it was already dawn outside. The wind was blowing all morning, and she heard her uncle and aunt talking to him outside, so she got up quickly, changed her clothes, combed her hair and went out.

The three outside the house were having breakfast, and watched the door suddenly open. Today, Wang Xilou wore a very slim black knitted sweater and light gray slacks on his lower body. He originally showed his ankles, but he wore a pair of white stockings. Under the trouser legs, the hands and face are exposed all over the body.

"Why are you wearing socks and slippers?"

Feng complained unreasonably, and was glared at by his aunt.

The uncle smiled and said, "Xiaolou is going to wash his mouth and come over to have breakfast. He just wanted to call you, but he didn't call you because you were still awake."

"Did you not sleep well last night?" My aunt was also concerned, but she smiled.

"Ah? No, snooze, snooze, snooze."

She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, came back and sat down to have breakfast, and asked her aunt how to pickle the duck eggs.

"I like to eat, and I like to take a plate home."

"I want to learn how to marinate by myself." Wang Xilou joked, "Isn't it my aunt's unique recipe?"

"What kind of secret recipe."

My aunt laughed angrily: "The ingredients are enough, just watch the time, but they are all made by farmers. If you go online, you may not be able to buy this taste!"

"No wonder the ones I bought are not as delicious as those made by my aunt."

My aunt laughed until she lost her eyes, and my uncle finished smoking a cigarette at the door, and was going to sell partridges.

Sheng Qing stood aside, his uncles and aunts couldn't see him, and he also wanted to eat a pickled duck egg, and now he looked eagerly at him with a kind of high personality.

Feng Wuli left one for him, and he can only serve dinner after the old couple leave.

"They all regard you as their niece and daughter-in-law."

"I just made a calculation."

Wang Xilou ignored him and continued to ask his aunt for the ingredients.

"About 600 years ago, you traveled and came here. I taught here. You rested in the village for a while. At that time, there was a Tie Wa in the village who herded cattle. Tie Wa called you fairy sister every day."

The little zombie had already guessed what the old snake demon was going to say, and his face was a bit unkind.

"The uncle you are calling now is the descendant of that Tie Wa."

Wang Xilou took the pickled duck eggs that Feng Wuli had left for him and ate them.

"..."

Shengqing nodded and walked away: "It's better to eat more, after all, I can't give birth by myself."

It was Wang Xilou's turn to look ugly again.

Feng Wuli ate silently, without saying a word, without saying a word.

At noon, suona was played in the village.

That idiot at Murao passed away last night.

Yesterday everyone had a hunch that people who had been crazy for decades suddenly woke up, and they probably had to go. People really have a flashback.

A simple shed was built below, and a few Eight Immortals tables were set up. A group of women in their 50s and [-]s were sitting there, including Aunt Feng Wuli, and a few cups of tea were placed on the tables.

When I went to the next village, I hired a master who was in his fifties, wearing a yellow mandarin jacket, and brought a seventeen or eighteen-year-old apprentice with him.

The little apprentice watched the master recite the set, and he could hear the cocoon's words while wiping his sweat, looking very nervous.

The master was about to cry, and he couldn't find the fool's soul for a long time.

"You don't need to look for it anymore, his true spirit is gone, just read your words carefully."

The man next to him who looked like a ghost king spoke with a gentle voice, and the master was relieved.

In the mountain village, the sound of suona and gongs and drums can be heard far away.

Some people shouted, some cried, some came and some went.

In the evening, the wind irrationally blows the natural wind under the locust tree, and moves Zhang Taishi's chair. The sun is mixed, extremely dark and extremely bright appear on him at the same time. When the wind blows, the hair, light and shadow on the corners of the clothes are shaking, looking leisurely.

In autumn, the wind is strong, and the rolled leaves float out of the mountains. Those masters of the rivers and lakes have gone a lot in the past few days, and the mountain village has gradually returned to peace.

Wang Xilou was shining shoes in front of the door, the sun fell on her, and the concrete floor was shining brightly, which was a bit dazzling.

The mountain road was muddy, and the sides of the two pairs of shoes the two of them were wearing were covered with a lot of yellow mud. Once the mud dried, it formed lumps. She tried to wipe it off with paper, but after she couldn’t clean it, she squatted in front of the door with a firewood knife , After scraping his own, he took out the windless shoes to scrape.

She is a hardworking woman, Feng Wuli sitting there watched her busy there, and he felt a little guilty under the tree to enjoy the shade.

He decided to let this feeling of guilt torment himself, which was his punishment for himself.

After looking at the class, someone in the class asked him how his condition was and whether he was getting better, and then he remembered that he was on sick leave.

He also reposted a lot of photos and videos of the school sports meeting. Feng Wuli took a look at them, and the photos were basically hideous, and the actions were all frozen in very ghostly moments.

There are also good-looking ones, such as his little beauty at the same table, Bai Shengsheng is like a fairy, different from a rustic old lady like Wang Xilou.

Then more and more classmates appeared like ghosts and animals, and everyone started to attack each other. In a school sports meeting, everyone in the class was dissatisfied, and Feng Wurea sighed endlessly.

"Brother, let's go!" Someone over there waved him.

Feng Wuli also waved his hands to say goodbye to the martial arts masters.

Suddenly the mountain village became much deserted.

They all thought that if they were promoted to immortals, they wouldn't look for them if they didn't have immortality. Feng Wuli felt that they didn't have any perseverance at all.

I took it out of my pocket and took out a piece of snake scale. I really didn't see anything special about it. I went to pick wild vegetables in the mountains with the little zombie yesterday.

They bought tickets for [-]:[-] p.m. and are going back today.

In the distance, Huang Mao walked down the mountain with a few people carrying bags on their backs. Looking back, he felt that this mountain boy had a gentle temperament, and he didn't look like a mountain person at all.

"You said, is that man also a practitioner?"

"Impossible? Didn't someone who is good at scouting check it out, and the little Taoist priest sent by Shangqing to do the math for him, it's nothing special."

Someone beside him also said: "But he knows that old fairy."

"The old fairy lives here, he must know the villagers in the mountains."

"let's go."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, after lunch, the master and apprentice locked the door of the uncle's house and prepared to go down the mountain.

Wang Xilou carried his big hiking bag again, Feng Wuli took it and put it in the shadow, she looked at Feng Wuli's shadow and wondered what she was thinking.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you say is in your shadow?"

"How do I know, I never went in again."

"Let Suo Guan come out and ask."

"She said she was too lazy to talk to you."

Wang Xilou frowned, pretending that he didn't care about it: "...how did we get to the town? It's a long way."

"Shengqing came back on his own motorcycle. Now ordinary people can't see him. The motorcycle belongs to us. We sold it in front of the high-speed rail station."

"I don't see the old snake demon today."

"Are you looking for me?" He suddenly appeared behind him.

Wang Xilou was taken aback, and then he said angrily: "Scared to death, why do you make no sound when you walk?"

He took it for granted: "You are not a human, you are a zombie, and I am a ghost. It is not normal to walk without sound."

"There are many truths in teaching, and there are many nonsense."

Shengqing said she scolded well, and Wang Xilou said he was sick, but he just smiled and didn't get angry.

"Hurry up, drive his motorcycle away and let him chase after him."

Wang Xilou pushed Feng Feng away unreasonably, and Shengqing suddenly disappeared in the same place again.

It seems that after becoming a ghost, he has some other abilities, some of which are not bound by the rules of physics.

Shengqing's motorcycle is also a women's motorcycle. It looks old, and I guess I bought one right away when I went down the mountain.

Feng Wuli inserted the key, twisted it, and looked back at Wang Xilou who was dazed beside him.

She quickly sat up and said, "Let's go."

The mountain road is windy, the country road is covered with leaves, and sometimes some small animals will emerge.

Feng Wuli glanced at the rearview mirror. In the rearview mirror, half of her head was on her shoulders. The wind was strong. She narrowed her eyes, probably smiling.

"Back then, Master was driving and took you down this road to pick you up."

"Uncle and aunt like you."

"Aunt told me a lot a few days ago." Wang Xilou couldn't stop laughing: "She even stuffed me with something, she cares about me very much."

"Give me what?" Feng Wuli couldn't understand.

"It's useless."

"what?"

"Contraceptive."

"..."

These old couple, what are you doing?

Feng Wuli was a little embarrassed and didn't want to talk, so Wang Xilou became unscrupulous, and kept asking him if he wanted to go back and take it out for a try. His tone was frivolous, and he seemed crazy, but Feng Wuli knew that this person was No. 1, really By that time, it is estimated that there will be a group of cowards.

But this time with the mountain village party, the relationship between the two of them suddenly developed rapidly. If it had been left behind, Wang Xilou would definitely not be unscrupulous on this kind of topic.

Take the high-speed train, and it will take more than nine o'clock in the evening to arrive.

Feng Wuli was chatting with Po Nu on WeChat, and told her to go back today, but she insisted on turning on the battery and coming out to pick them up.

After leaving the station, I saw Wang Xilou wearing denim shorts, a white sweater, and a high ponytail. He looked sweet.

"Here!" She waved to the other side.

A lot of people looked at her, after all, Wang Xilou was really handsome, and then they saw another Wang Xilou.

Two Wang Xilou are more than ten times more eye-catching than one Wang Xilou.

"You can only take one person back with the battery on." Feng Wuli said helplessly.

Po Nu's eyes were shining brightly, he couldn't hide his smile, he stared intently at Feng Wuli who came over: "But I miss you so much."

"Find a place where no one is around, and you go ahead with the shadow."

"Do you miss me?" Po Nu chased after him and asked, "Do you miss me too?"

"……No."

Po Nu's smile remained unchanged, "You hesitated, I knew it, you must have missed me too, right?"

"I'm right next to him, why would he miss you." The light words of Wang Xilou on the side caused Po Nu to be hit hard.

But soon he regained his spirits, and talked non-stop with the trend, and his eyes never left him.

Finding a place where no one was around, Po Nu entered Feng Wuli's shadow, and he took Wang Xilou back to the incense and candle shop with the battery on.

As soon as the door was opened, a black cat pounced on him, meowing non-stop, pawing at him, then looked up at him without speaking, and was very determined.

Feng Wuli asked curiously, "Did Xiaoye miss me?"

"It's not unreasonable at all."

"Yes, but I miss you so much."

Po Nu went to sit on the sofa with a sullen face.

"Really, then I miss you very much."

Feng smiled unreasonably: "Sleep with me tonight."

"You can't suppress me."

Wang Xilou also went to sit on the sofa with a sullen face.

The little cat jumped on Feng Wuli's body. He grabbed his two front paws and buried his face on her stomach. Ye Ji resisted. Unfortunately, she didn't know that someone wanted the appearance of desperately resisting her little paws.

After playing with her for a while, the black cat was put down panting, but still followed him on catwalks.

"Master Feng Wuli!" Wan Wan, who was wearing a maid outfit, stood there looking at him, her tail wagging behind her like a hot wheel.

Feng Wuli also picked her up, then put her down, and was immediately overjoyed.

"I don't know some questions here, and I want to ask Mr. Feng Wuli." She ran back to the room and gave Feng Wuli her first-grade elementary school workbook, which were basically questions that could be seen at a glance.

Successfully harvested a wave of admiration from the little foxes.

The lights and the TV in the living room, when I got home and looked at everything I was familiar with, including cats and little foxes, I suddenly felt very tired.

Going to the sofa, the whole person becomes relaxed.

"Go take a shower quickly, you will stain my sofa with sweat."

As soon as he lay down, he was urged to take a bath again.

He refused to move, and was forced to leave the sofa.

After washing, he came out to play with Ye Ji on the sofa with Ye Ji in his arms. After a while, Wang Xilou also came out of the shower wearing a cow-style silk pajamas top and bottom pants, shaking his wet hair.

He pondered for a while: "Don't get water everywhere."

Wang Xilou looked at him blankly, did this man do any housework?

Feng Wuli couldn't hold back his face when he saw it: "In the end, it's not because you worked hard to mop the floor yourself."

"Come here and blow-dry Master's hair."

"Go slave."

"okay."

"...Don't listen to him in everything." Wang Xilou was helpless.

Po Nu blows her hair with a hair dryer: "Aren't you too."

"I am the master, how could I listen to him, he listened to me."

Po Nu sneered and didn't speak.

The sound of the hair dryer was too loud, causing Ye Ji to watch TV, she went to stop her, but was thrown out by Wang Xilou, and returned pitifully to Feng Wuli's arms.

On the roof of the incense and candle shop, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the starry sky.

Can't see anything.

(End of this chapter)