not a monster

Chapter 249 This Can't Be Zhu Bajie Carrying His Wife

Feng Wuli is riding a bicycle back to school.

I found that the redbuds in the school bloomed very beautifully.

As soon as I entered the school gate, the bauhinia flowers on both sides of the school road were crowded with branches, and many of them fell to the ground.

There are also two or three pear trees mixed with redbuds along the way. The pear trees are luxuriant and bloated. If the redbuds are like the welcome Shizuka, it is the fat tiger.

But the bauhinia flower is too bright, too overbearing, the leaves are squeezed out, and the purple is monotonous, while the pear blossom is simple and elegant, often with a few small white flowers protruding from a cluster of leaves, mixed white and green.

Campanulas are also blooming, but unlike the previous two kinds of campanulas blooming together, she blooms very sparsely, the distance between flowers is like a tree, and there are not many leaves left, like a dead tree that produces yellow flowers, which must be matched. The big chunks of clear sky between the branches and trunks look good together.

There are also a few pagoda trees, but the pagoda flowers will not bloom until before the college entrance examination.

There are two rapeseed trees behind the teaching building of the third year of high school.

Its branches are like the stems of rapeseed flowers, and the small yellow flowers that bloom are also like rapeseed flowers. Students in the class often say, wait a minute and gather in front of that rapeseed flower.

Thinking about it, it was poor. A tree had been called rape flower for so many years. Feng Wuli was not knowledgeable enough, so he never knew its name, but it didn't prevent him from seeing it bloom three times.

"Hey, the rape blossoms are blooming again."

The two classmates passing by glanced at the tree and said so.

Under the school flowers, students in blue and white school uniforms walked by, above the flowers was the blue and white sky.

The bald-headed guard held a yellowed ancient book and was studying the Book of Changes. When he was old, he liked to toss about when he was idle.

On the first day of school, near the end of school, Feng Wuli was named and criticized by the head teacher.

Then everyone knew that Feng Wuli asked elementary school students to do their winter homework.

"It's fine if you let your sister do homework, look at what you wrote... the answer is omitted!?"

The atmosphere in the class became cheerful, and when some things happened to individual people in the class, they would become extraordinarily funny, but it didn't have the same effect on others.

Feng Wuli lowered his head even lower, his face full of shame.

"What biology test paper was torn up by my sister..."

"It's true." It was rare to meet a topic that he wasn't ashamed of.

"To shut up!"

He bowed his head again.

Sister Shang has a headache. This kid is not scolding the master who seeks death and life, but seeing his acting skills, this kind of hob scolding is useless.

The problem is that the college entrance examination is only four months away, scolding is useless and fines are not allowed, so let him study... His grades are pretty good.

She was dizzy looking at it.

"Sit down!" Sister Shang helped her forehead: "How long is it before school ends?"

"There are still 5 minutes, Miss Shang."

"Did I ask you?!"

Feng unreasonably lowered his head again.

He was ashamed to go out after school.

The mobile phone received a message from Wang Xilou, asking him to go to the supermarket to buy a packet of boiled fish seasoning packets.

He could probably eat boiled fish today, and he couldn't help looking forward to it.

The bald-headed guard was still holding the Book of Changes, squatting at the door and taking some dead branches to make a gossip formation. The students passing by watched from time to time, and he talked about the yin and yang on the ground.

Feng Wuli was really worried about what he would research.

The first two weeks of school are boring.

There are only senior three students in the school. Because it is not the beginning of school in the true sense, there is no morning exercises and no broadcasting. The whole school seems empty and quiet. After the excitement of the first two days of school opening, the remaining atmosphere of preparing for the college entrance examination is inevitably depressing. .

The flowers outside the window bloom beautifully every day, clusters, purple, white, and yellow, surrounding the school sky and flying red flags.

"It's not like going to school at all, it's more like a concentration camp." That's what the fat man at the same table said.

"Why haven't you been online recently?" Feng Wuli asked.

The fat man pushed his glasses, giggled, and didn't speak.

"Want to be admitted to Peking University?" Feng Wuli asked again.

"Tsinghua University."

Feng Wuli gave him a thumbs up brother.

Fatty encouraged him, and Feng Wuli also calmed down and started to study. His mind is very flexible, and when he really reads with his heart, he absorbs knowledge like a sponge absorbs water.

It's just that the flowers outside the window, the cat downstairs, and the noise in the corridor always attract my attention.

Fatty said that he was not as elusive as when we first met, and became easy to understand.

In fact, most of the class is like this. After three years of acquaintance, everyone gets along more naturally than at the beginning.

Waiting until the following Monday, the first and second graders also came back, listening to the angry noise downstairs, the sound of the radio, and the sound of running exercises.

Feng Wuli looked out of the window again, only to realize that the flowers outside the window really bloomed.

Another week has passed, the school has started for a month, and there are exactly one hundred days before the college entrance examination.

Feng Wuli felt as tired as studying for a year. The weather was fine on Friday night. After dinner, Feng Wuli asked Wang Xilou if he wanted to go for a walk.

"I just ran out of laundry detergent at home, so I went to the supermarket to buy a bucket!" She added: "Remember to remind Master after a while!"

Then when walking back, there was a full moon above the head, and there was also a barrel of blue moon between Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou.

He felt a little uncomfortable, so he helped to carry the laundry detergent and put it in the right emperor, while holding the little zombie's hand with his left hand.

Wang Xilou naturally held it back and shook it forward.

The street trees are full of lavender flowers. When the street lights illuminate at night, flowers bloom and fall all the way. Under the street lights, it looks like a scene in a movie.

She held Feng Wuli with one hand, and walked into his sleeve with the other hand, pinching the flesh on his arm all the way.

"Oh! It's hard, it's not as easy to pinch as a child." She felt very boring.

Hearing this, Feng Wuidean said some harsh words, but he would be beaten, but if he didn't do anything, he would be sorry for such a good atmosphere.

"I'll pinch yours too."

He childishly pinched the soft flesh on Wang Xilou's arm.

Wang Xilou laughed at him: "There is lust but no courage."

Soon her face changed: "Wait, wait! I'm numb, don't do it, don't do it!"

Feng Wuli apologized, and helped Master rub it.

Suddenly Wang Xilou found a new joy: "Look, what are the young lovers doing over there?" Her tone was teasing, full of excitement.

The wind laughed unreasonably.

Wang Xilou turned his head in doubt: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't say anything!"

"Think of something funny."

Wang Xilou was dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude towards Master.

"Do you remember, you used to say that children can't watch these things."

Then Wang Xilou thought about it, and then laughed too.

"Let's go over there." Feng Wuli suggested.

"What are you doing there, go back quickly." She said so deliberately.

Having said that, Wang Xilou was dragged all the way to that corner, where the street lamps and moonlight could not come here. People passing by can only see people if they know there are people here. If they don’t know, they can’t see them. .

Feng Wuli carried out a sacred and offensive blasphemy against Master.

When it was time to leave, it was Wang Xilou who was still unsatisfied and wanted to scribble for a while.

In fact, hugging and hugging at home is fine, but girls are probably emotional animals. Now that the river, moonlight, flowers and sweethearts are all there, the little zombie just wants to stay here for a while longer.

"Going back, it's almost 09:30."

"Sleep with Master tonight, Master wants to hug you to sleep." She was terribly tired tonight, like a little girl.

"Tomorrow Saturday, don't wake me up early in the morning."

"Go with Master on your back!"

Feng unreasonably failed her, and said a line from a TV series she had watched with Wang Xilou before.

"To be seen."

"So what if you see it?" Wang Xilou jumped on his back without turning his head.

Feng Wuli quickly supported her thigh.

"This is no longer Zhu Bajie, carrying his wife." He continued to say the lines of the TV series.

Wang Xilou only remembered what this person was talking about now, but he was so happy that he couldn't finish the next sentence, but Feng Wuli still said, "Anyway, you have to call me something nice."

Wang Xilou had a low smile, like a pig squawking, sweeping his legs back and forth.

(End of this chapter)