not a monster

Chapter 224 In the Lower Wang West Building

Early the next morning, the sky was cloudy today, as if it was going to rain.

It was past nine o'clock when Feng Wuli woke up. It happened that Wang Xilou was wearing yoga clothes, rolled up the yoga mat under his arm and entered the room.

In other words, Feng Wuli was awakened by the sound of her entering the room.

She tied a high ponytail and tied a hairband on her forehead. She was neat and tidy. She stood barefoot at the door. She couldn't see clearly with the light behind her back. The lines outlined by the morning light could be seen, although A little short, but this is a very nutritious woman.

"Are you awake? Go down and have breakfast, the noodles are already full."

It was a bit noisy outside, and there were occasional firecrackers. He was still in a state of confusion when he just woke up, and slowly remembered that today is the first day of the new year.

In recent years, incense, candles, firecrackers and fireworks have been banned, but people on this side of the old street are more superstitious than other places, so they have to let go at the risk of being caught.

This is something to consider. After all, a zombie has lived here for more than 500 years. Wang Xilou's influence on this area is like spring rain and autumn wind. It is silent but buried deep in this soil. The words that have been passed down by word of mouth from the older generation In the novel, there is an indistinct figure of a woman who is always wandering in history.

Before the low-rise houses were replaced by high-rise buildings, the customs, ghost culture, and belief atmosphere were all stronger than other places.

They will worship from the New Year's Eve, the land, the kitchen king, and the four directions.

In the more suburban places, there are many villages that have sprung up next to the tributaries of the Xiangjiang River, some small streams, and small streams. Those villages are even worse. They usually go to the riverside altar to worship three gods during the New Year.

One is to pray to the Dragon King for good weather in the coming year, the other is to worship the God of Earth, to moisten all things, and to have a good harvest, and the third is to worship a female official. big sister.

Dragon King Earth God does not say that the whole country is unified, but it is also the same, and the latter is a local characteristic. Many mountain spirits and monsters with Taoism will be worshiped at altars in some places.

There will be incense for Wanmin's worship. Wang Xilou told him in the past that incense is a drug, and she dare not touch it. Only that idiot in the north dares to play with this kind of thing.

And those good men and women who are serious about worshiping the gods probably would never have imagined that Wang Sanniang, who is a god in the community, or Wang Dajie, has just finished yoga at this time, and silently feels what is said on the Internet. The limbs generate strength, the chest generates yin and yang qi, regulates the whole body, and then the heaven, earth and man become one...

She didn't feel it for a long time, Wang Xilou was very good at self-suggestion, and felt that she had already faintly touched that realm.

When qigong was hot in the 90s, she practiced qigong with such confidence. Later, she couldn't practice qigong, so she asked the masters in the newspapers for advice.

It almost killed someone.

Later, after a few years of idle time, I practiced again, although it was still nothing famous, just killing time.

At this time, Wang Xilou put the yoga mat, just grabbed the corner of the clothes and lifted it up, revealing a white and delicate belly, two ribs, when it was about to lift to the lower hemisphere, it suddenly stopped, frowning, looked at the side of the bed and stared at his own body someone.

"Aren't you going out yet?"

"Lie down for a while." He lay back on his back and looked at the ceiling, as if there was something interesting there.

"Master needs to change clothes."

Feng Wuli reached out his hand and took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, turned his back to the door and started playing. He didn't say a word, and used his actions to show that he was looking at his mobile phone and would not watch her change clothes.

"Can't you get up?"

"..." Can't hear or can't hear.

"...I'll count to three." Her voice was a little heavier.

Although it's not that they haven't been seen, but it's a matter of attitude. They haven't gotten married yet, and they know how to mess around every day.

She is still a big girl with yellow flowers.

At least half push and half.

When Feng Wuli was driven out of the room, it happened that Ponu came out of the room in his nightgown, clattering his slippers, and said good morning to Feng Wuli with sleepy eyes.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Feng irrationally fiddled with one of her high hair.

"Eight o'clock." She whispered in a delicate voice.

Feng Wuli looked at the wall clock, it is now 09:30.

"Wanwan and the others, why is no one there?"

"Chifu took them to the flower market early in the morning to watch the lion dance and wandering spirit procession."

"Why didn't you go with me?" Feng Wuli noticed that her hair was messy, so he used his fingers as a comb to straighten her out, like moving a big dog that couldn't wake up.

"The sky was overcast at that time. I said it was going to rain, but I didn't expect it to wake up and it still hasn't rained."

Po Nu hit the snake with a stick, and leaned against Feng Wuli's arms, saying that he was very tired and sleepy, and needed a good morning kiss to wake up the beautiful New Year's Day.

After thinking about it, she said again: "Why are you standing at the door alone?"

"Wang Xilou is changing inside." He also wanted to change into his pajamas, but the clothes were still inside, and he left in a hurry and hadn't taken them yet.

"She kicked you out?"

"Uh."

"No reason!"

Po Nu immediately defended him: "If she doesn't show it to you, I will, so go back to the room with me!" What Wang Xilou can give, I, Po Nu, can also give!
"..."

"I can still give you a sense of participation!" What Wang Xilou couldn't give, I, a slave, can too!
"..."

"Are you confident to help me get my underwear on?"

Feng Wuli wanted to refuse at first, and he did refuse, but it was too kind to refuse. Just as he had no choice but to agree, Chifu, who had taken Wanwan and Yeji out for a tour of the flower market, had already returned.

She went upstairs with a bouquet of flowers, and frowned at the two of them: "What are you two doing so early in the morning?"

"I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Why did Wang Xilou take so long to change clothes? My clothes are still inside."

The two are good friends.

"Master Feng Wuli, good morning!" Wanwan said briskly, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, with a black cat on her head.

"Where did you buy the flowers?"

"There are a lot of flower sellers on the street, and this was given to us by a flower fairy." Wanwan was anxious to find the vase.

"No wonder, there are very few bellflowers that bloom so beautifully this season."

"That's what Chifu said at the time!"

"I'll get you a vase to keep it. The flowers planted by the flower fairy can bloom for a long time."

The morning noodles are ready, Feng Wuli sits in the courtyard and eats while watching his phone.

The sky is gray and foggy, and the air is so humid that water can be squeezed out. The temperature has dropped again today, probably only two or three degrees.

After going to bed last night, many groups chatted to 99+ in the early morning. Feng Wuli doesn't like water groups, but you can see a lot of red dots when you swipe down.

He looked at them one by one and returned them one by one.

Su Xiaoxin sent him a [-] red envelope, and Director Yang sent him [-], as well as the monsters and practitioners he knew living in Junsha.

Feng Wuli took them one by one, and depending on the relationship, the words of reply were different.

There are also simple New Year greetings without red envelopes.

Jiang Nao actually sent him a red envelope, 88, probably she weighed for a long time how big to send, but in fact, [-] yuan between classmates is about the same.

Feng took it unreasonably, and went back a hundred.

Wind is irrational: happy new year
It is rare that there is no second reply. I guess I am busy. After all, if you are a big family, you must have many relatives and rules. It is not like me. I slept until almost ten o'clock on the first day of the new year.

When Wang Xilou went downstairs in thick clothes, Feng Wuli had already packed the dishes and looked up at Wang Xilou with his hands in his pockets.

The skin on her face was exposed all over her body, and her small face was pink and tender because of the cold, making her look very young.

"Happy New Year." Feng Wuli said.

"Ok?"

Wang Xilou was taken aback: "Happy New Year, it's another year, you're already worth 19 cents and 20 cents, and you were still so young when I brought you back..."

Feng Wuli reminded her: "Master, Happy New Year."

She snorted twice, walked in front of Feng Wuli to look up at this little apprentice, stretched out her hand to grab his nose angrily, and took out a red envelope from her pocket.

"For the sake of your good behavior last year, Master will give you a big red envelope."

Just as Feng Wuli was about to take it, the red envelope was put away again.

She held it up high, pretending to be fierce: "If you have to say something nice, or you won't give it!"

It's an old trick every year. When I was young, I wasn't tall enough to jump up enough to reach. Feng irrationally pinched his trousers, Baba looked up, and struggled to say blessings.

Now he just finds it funny, this person couldn't beat him several years ago, why doesn't he have a long memory.

Wang Xilou only felt his body lighten, and was picked up by the little apprentice under his armpit, his feet couldn't touch the ground, and then he was placed on the table in the yard to sit.

But she was still not as tall as the person in front of her sitting on the table, so she could only raise her head blankly and look at the man who lowered his head.

She wanted to say, you just finished eating noodles, and your mouth is still greasy, don't kiss Master, but if you celebrate the Chinese New Year, you will forgive this rebellious disciple for his treachery.

The hand holding the red envelope gradually loosened, her eyes were confused, and she didn't know when it was snatched away. A few drops of water fell on her face, and it seemed that it was going to rain, so the two separated.

Wang Xilou pursed his lips, probably because he was shy, and deliberately changed the topic: "Oh! You haven't said a few nice words yet!"

"Go back to the house, it's drizzling." He squeezed the red envelope he snatched, it should be 400 yuan.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xilou sneered behind him, Feng Wuli turned his head and wondered if this person was stupid, and he was inexplicably enjoying himself.

But Wang Xilou clasped his fists at him: "So it's Your Excellency Xiao Maoyu, disrespectful, I'm going down Wang Xilou."

Silly zombie.

(End of this chapter)