not a monster

Chapter 191 Archeology is not just for pretending

"It's nice to be warm."

She lay down beside her little apprentice happily, and the steady breath of the boy next to her was extremely reassuring.

Relying on the mountain-like heater, she groped under the quilt in the dark to take off the thick cotton socks, stuffed them into the cotton mop beside the bed, and fiddled with taking off the newly bought underwear. Because she was not used to it, it took a lot of time to take it off. some time.

She leaned over, "Why do you fall asleep so early, and want to talk to you before going to bed."

"Are you really asleep? It's only 10:30."

"I must have not slept, why don't you talk to Master."

Feng sighed unreasonably, opened his eyes: "...what did you say?"

"Ah! I really didn't sleep, I thought you were asleep."

The quilt flipped a bit, he turned around, the two faced each other, Wang Xilou touched his nose with his nose, and then grinned.

"what do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you before going to sleep."

"I fell asleep and was woken up by you."

"It's only 10:30, so you're not young anymore... It's so cold outside, probably only three or four degrees."

"Well... don't stretch your feet up, it's cold."

"Help master cover it, you don't usually like to touch master's feet."

"Whoever likes it, say it as if I have a strange hobby."

Feng Wuli was very speechless. He didn't like to touch feet, but he just liked to touch Wang Xilou, whether it was his hands or feet, or his face or arms. Sometimes there might be a little color, but he actually liked to touch this physical contact. the behavior of.

"Hey, Master doesn't mind."

"...I found that you are really like a slave sometimes."

"That's all Master."

"Chifu kissed me just now, and I thought she was going to hit me."

"What? Where did you kiss?" Wang Xilou was a playwright, and now she is a big woman catching rape.

"It's just the face... Hey, don't stretch your feet up, the quilt is all blown in by the wind."

"Which side?" She frowned and interrogated, as if it had nothing to do with her to keep messing around under the quilt.

"……left."

"very good."

She leaned over and touched Feng Wuli's right side lightly.

"I'll give you a symmetrical one."

"..." Childish, Feng Wuli was really speechless, and reached out to wipe her saliva.

Under the quilt, a cold little foot pinched his trousers and lifted it up, and then he kept trying to get his foot inside...

"I'm going to sleep, it's freezing cold, and you've made my warm bed icy again."

"Raising you so big, I will warm the bed for Master every day in the future."

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

"Bold! How did you talk to Master!"

She would poke Master's mouth today, but she would not dare to think about where Master would be poking tomorrow.

They chatted one after another, under the quilt, the two got closer and closer, and his hands became less honest, until Wang Xilou grabbed his hand out, and he passed his five fingers through the gap between her fingers , the other hand also grasped, and finally the two hands clasped their fingers together.

Then the body slowly descended, and replaced the great cause of the hand with something else.

Although it can't be pretended yet, archaeology itself is very interesting.

Wang Xilou was shocked immediately.

But both hands were held, and he was afraid of kicking him away if he wanted to kick him away.

You traitor!

Probably dawdled for a while.

We chatted for a while.

Then it was unknown what time it was, Wang Xilou opened her eyes, and looked up to see that the little apprentice had indeed fallen asleep, she gently reached out her hand, pinched his earlobe, the anger disappeared, she grinned, and flattened her body Looking at the ceiling.

In the darkness, she reached out and rubbed herself again.

I still feel bloated now. Why is this child working so hard? Is it lack of maternal love?
It seems that it is really lacking.

She was a little melancholy.

Being a master has no dignity at all. It's really boring. I'll leave it to you.

depressed.

……

At 06:30 on Monday morning, it was sunny, the temperature showed only 11°, and the wind was unreasonably missing summer in bed.

Although the weather is cold, Wang Xilou is an old lady. She has the common problems of old people. She wakes up before dawn at five o'clock every day, and she can't relax at all.

In Feng Wuli's short life, when he still worshiped Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou got up early every morning to practice something very strange in the yard. He asked her what it was for, and the little zombie said with a look of conviction, This is a very popular thing recently, and everyone is practicing it.

Later, when Feng Wuli was in the third grade of elementary school, he already understood that this woman was practicing Qigong, and it wasn't very popular recently, it was the Qigong craze that suddenly rolled up in the 80s of the last century.

Why do you feel that things popular in the 80s are very popular recently? At that time, Feng Wuli was no stranger to it, but he said euphemistically, these are all fake, Wang Xilou, stop practicing, paused, and added, you are Practitioner, you are embarrassing like this.

Hearing the embarrassment, she really stopped practicing.

But still can't rest.

Later, Feng Wuli discovered that she often got up early in the morning, patted the tree in the yard with her arms, and said that it was good for her body.

At that time, Feng Wuli's admiration for Wang Xilou's building had already fallen apart, and he realized that this was a very stupid woman.

In order not to damage the jujube tree at home, Feng Wuli stopped her again.

Recently, she became interested in practicing yoga, and asked Feng Wuli to buy her a yoga mat and yoga clothes online, and practice her yoga moves in the living room early in the morning while waiting for the sun to rise.

Anyway, she can't sit still, she's just an old lady who loves to mess around.

Feng Wuli really wanted to say that it was useless to practice this, but he thought it would be good if she had some hobbies, so he chose to support her.

Definitely not looking for little zombies doing yoga in yoga clothes.

Absolutely not.

After smearing the ink for a while, it was ten past six, and when he pushed the door out, he saw Wang Xilou wearing a high ponytail and yoga clothes.

She knelt in front of one leg, with the other leg attached to the yoga mat, with the soles of her white and tender feet facing the sky, but her upper body was folded backwards, showing the curves of her body.

Feng scratched his head unreasonably, the floor reflected the light from the balcony, the angle was just enough to dazzle his eyes, the air in the morning was very dry and cold.

"Are you awake?" She glanced out of the corner of her eye.

"Wake up early."

He admired it silently for a while, the little zombie had a few movements that were not standard, Feng Wuli planned to step forward and give some pointers.

Then he was beaten.

Wang Xilou got up, moved his joints, and exhaled: "Hurry up and wash up, I'll change clothes and go down to make breakfast."

"Oh."

While brushing her teeth, a trumpet Wang Xilou with messy hair and wearing cow pajamas appeared. Seeing Feng Wuli occupying the sink, she stood at the door with frowning eyebrows and arms crossed, looking at him.

Feng hesitated for a while, "Your toothpaste and toothbrush were bought yesterday."

"I know."

"..." Then why are you standing at the door.

"The washbasin is quite big, so it won't be crowded."

"I need to go to the toilet." She said impatiently.

"Oh, dry and wet are separated here, I can't see even if you draw the curtain inside."

She frowned, hesitated to speak, and said: "You will hear the voice."

"..."

Feng Wuli quickly brushed his teeth, wiped his face, and gave up his seat, Chifu hurried in and closed the bathroom door.

Looks like it lasted a long time.

As long as they don't eat, they don't need to excrete. Humans eat to convert food into energy. Wang Xilou and her shadows eat to convert food into spiritual power.

This point is very scientific, whether it is Wang Xilou or a few shadows, the difference from humans is only the type of energy to maintain the body's activities, and there is no difference from humans on this point.

Wan Wan also woke up, and greeted him with a yawn. Po Nu and Ye Ji seemed to be playing very late last night, and they were still sound asleep. Wang Xilou got dressed and went down to make breakfast.

After breakfast, he read a book for a while, then rode his bicycle back to school.

Their seats had been changed a long time ago, Feng Wuli left the first row and went to the back row by the window.

The class seat is chosen by oneself, and the selection progresses according to the ranking. Feng Wuli has been very strong recently, from the [-]th or [-]th place in the class to the third place in the grade.

At the same table is still classmate Jiang.

She likes to sit in the first row because she is short-sighted and doesn't like to wear glasses. Now she sits behind him like a husband and wife, so she has to put on a pair of black glasses again. It's cold now, and she wears a down jacket inside. The winter school uniform was bulging, and she wore a scarf around her neck. After she put on her eyes, she felt that her personality had changed. Feng Wuli really wanted to call her senior sister.

"Morning, senior."

Jiang Nao gave him an angry look, lifted his butt a little, and lifted the chair out of the way to let him in.

"It's so early today." The little girl's voice was light, because she was in a good mood to reunite after a long absence for a weekend.

"It's not too early, go down and raise the flag... The chairs are freezing asses."

"Buy a cushion."

Jiang Nao smiled and said, holding a glass water bottle with a cloth bag outside, she would pour the water out after class, and then fill in new hot water, so as to warm up the class.

Feng Wuli took a look at Jiang Nao's cushion. The black one was not girly at all. She put her feet on the chair pole, and she looked a little cute when she curled up.

"Is there anything to recommend?"

She said softly: "Just search Taobao directly, it's almost the same."

"Your cushion looks fine to me."

"I'll send you the link tonight."

"Row."

He paused, then asked again: "Just fill in the school address. I haven't tried sending it to the school yet. Should I pick it up in front of the gymnasium then?"

Jiang Nao bit the flesh inside his lower lip, "Why don't I buy it for you, and bring it back for you when you go back to the classroom for evening self-study."

"Alright, I'll send you the money."

Feng Wuli felt that his skin was getting thicker and thicker, and felt that this way of getting along was a bit familiar.

"It's not much, it's just the money for a bottle of milk tea." There was something in her words, and she glanced at him secretly from the corner of the eye, but the damned Chaoyang just came in from the window and dazzled her eyes.

But she still saw his side face, the sunlight covered him with a layer of gold, the young man was like jade, with a gentle smile, her face was a little flushed, probably not because of the cold weather.

"Then I'll refill your meal card at noon and give you [-] to recharge your meal card." Someone didn't hear what she meant by 'the money for a cup of milk tea'.

"..." Jiang Nao silently took out the meal card, put it on the table, pressed his red fingertips on the meal card, and pushed it sideways to Feng Wuli.

Seeing Feng Wuli laughing, she asked puzzledly, "What are you laughing at?"

"You're like those rich women, handing cards to the little boys who are fostered."

Jiang Nao chuckled, in this atmosphere, she wanted to make some out-of-bounds jokes, for example, how about that Miss Ben taking care of you, or, how much is the little handsome guy for a night, the lady wants a monthly subscription, but when the words came to her mouth, there were only two months left. There was a light laugh like a silver bell.

He tapped his shoulder lightly, as a friend.

Suddenly there was a commotion in front, the people in the front row were cursing because those people always opened the door and didn’t close the door. If the door is not closed in winter, the wind is blowing, and the first row will be transformed into ice sculptures.

"Going down to raise the flag."

"It's so cold."

"Let's go."

"Ah."

As the class got up and left, the tables and chairs rang, and the two teaching buildings poured out a flow of blue and white people like a flood.

"Has the letter arrived?"

Feng Wuli was taken aback for a moment, as if he heard someone talking just now.

The crowded and noisy corridors, the crowds filling the stairs, the graders in thick clothes, the humming of people, the sound of footsteps like waves, and the corridor sound player's march can lift the building.

In such a noisy environment, he shouldn't be able to hear a voice so clearly.

Feng Wuli glanced back, then turned around and followed the crowd downstairs.

He suddenly remembered that the school was haunted.

I was absent-minded when going down the stairs.

It feels like every school has one or two campus legends, and it's normal for them to be related to ghosts.

Like, in the middle of the night, there is no one in the music classroom, but there will be piano sounds, or, the skeleton of the biology class textbook, I ran out at night, the girl who died playing with a pen fairy in the girls' dormitory, and so on.

He scratched his chin and went down to raise the flag.

Now that the end of the term is approaching, basically half a class is taught, and then half a class is self-study.

During the self-study period, the teacher sits in the classroom and asks questions.

When feeding the cat at noon, a little girl came over, at first glance Feng Wuli thought he had made a mistake.

"Why are you here?" He couldn't help asking.

"I work nearby and take a break at noon."

Chifu paused, "It's very close to here. Anyway, it's nearby. I don't have a place to go at noon, so I'll come and have a look."

"Are you still working?"

"When handing out leaflets on the street, they don't look at my age or show my ID card, and my salary is paid out on the spot... I'm not that brainless guy like Po Nu."

"Don't talk about her like that."

Chifu sneered: "Heh, did you speak for her?"

Feng Wuli looked a little embarrassed, and changed the topic: "How did you get in, the security guard let you in, did you climb over the wall?"

Chi Fu looked at him with an expression of are you an idiot: "Have you forgotten what my spiritual entanglement is?"

Feng Wuli was choked for a moment, and suddenly remembered that her spiritual entanglement was to modify her cognition. It is estimated that the uncle security guard at the door regarded her as a teacher, or the teacher's family members who lived in the school.

But then Feng Wuli thought of another question: "Since you have such a convenient spiritual entanglement, why do you still have to work to make money, and you have to go to so much trouble to find jobs that won't be asked about?"

Chifu frowned and looked at him, "Why are you like this? Can Lingling be used casually, and it's something that benefits others at the expense of others. As long as it may cause trouble to others, I will never do it."

"Then you used it on the guard just now."

The little girl frowned.

Feng Wuli obediently chose to shut up.

Even though she was just a junior high school girl, she didn't know why she felt so oppressed by Feng Wurea. She was really a cruel loli, but she seemed to have inherited Wang Xilou's justice and kindness.

At this moment, someone came over to chat.

"Hey, senior, it's really you... why is there a little girl, your sister?"

(End of this chapter)