not a monster

"Don't move!"

The forehead was slapped.

He obviously didn't move.

He dared not speak out.

Wang Xilou stood on a stool, with a ruler in his left hand and a pencil in his right.

When she measured her height, she would stick it in front of her, stand on the stool with her chest level with his face, and give him benefits if she was not careful.

Feng Wuli was attacked by a wave of facial cleanser.

There was also a nice light fragrance, which he had only smelled from Wang Xilou.

"Stand up straight and stick it to the back wall."

She draws a line with a pencil.

Feng Wuli left the door frame, Wang Xilou took the tape measure and pulled it, asked Po Nu to hold one end, and himself held the other end, and then measured the distance from the line to the ground.

"hiss--"

"How high?" Po Nu asked.

"One eight two, you boy."

"Wow! The little apprentice is so tall!"

Feng Wuli took a can of Coke from the refrigerator and opened it with a snort. Ye Ji pulled his trousers and said she wanted to drink too, and he asked her to bring her drinking bowl.

The little cat ran away.

Feng Wuli said: "Really, last year's school physical examination was only a little over 1.8 meters."

Po Nu said: "I heard that boys can grow up to the age of 22."

Wang Xilou nodded: "You have also eaten a lot recently."

Feng Wuli reckoned that she weighed more than 150 kilograms now, and she could no longer carry herself under the weight of Wang Xilou.

"I'll measure it for you too."

"What good does Master have?"

Wang Xilou was pressed against the wall, and he said it was nothing to say, but he had already stood up obediently, Bai Shengsheng's feet were together, standing at attention like a primary school student.

There was some expectation in the eyes.

The result came out, only 1.5 meters nine.

She said it was impossible, that it was definitely 1.6 meters!
After measuring it several times, it was only 1.5 meters nine.

"...Master is 1.6 meters anyway, this ruler is definitely not accurate." She began to deceive herself.

In fact, as far as Feng Wuli is concerned, 1.6 meters is also short.

Po Nu also clamored to measure it, but the result was also 1.5 meters nine, and Wang Xilou next to him was stabbed again.

Chifu was reluctant to be pulled over, Feng Wuli bent down to measure her.

The little girl is only 1.4 meters five.

Chifu was very proud, looked at Feng Wuli and smiled coldly, with a little pride on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what she should be proud of.

Wan Wan is 1.1 meters five.

In the end, Feng Wuli drew a line [-] centimeters high for Ye Ji, and told her that it belonged to her. The cat didn't know what several people were doing. Seeing that everyone had a line, she also clamored for it.

On Sundays, the business of incense and candle shops is also very good.

Feng Wuidean helps and is sent back to do his homework.

Ye Ji went in and out of his room, Wang Xilou and Po Nu were busy downstairs, every time she wanted to play with Feng Wuli, when she saw him sitting in front of the window writing something, she would roll around on the ground a few times, scratching the air, or She goes out with her doll in her mouth, and then comes in again after a while, coming in and out more than a dozen times, giving people the appearance that she is also very busy.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun slanted to the west, and a light path shone into the room, half of which fell on the windless paper, and golden flowers bloomed on the nib of the pen when writing, half of which illuminated the room.

Feng Wuli glanced back, Ye Ji hadn't moved for a long time behind him.

The cat stood beside his bed, tilted its head, stood up, bent down, and changed its angle to look at the dust in the light path.

She wondered why there were so many tiny things flying around in it.

In fact, the room is full of these flying small dust, but the cat does not know what the Tyndall effect is.

Dust flies, spins, and sinks in the light path. It seems that the Milky Way has fallen into the boy's room. A cat stretches out its paws, probes into the Milky Way, and carefully fiddles with the stars.

"what are you doing?"

"I didn't disturb you!" She responded quickly.

"Come here and let me hold you."

"We can't be held unreasonably."

"why?"

"I'm very busy, I have my own things to do, so I don't have time to play with Wuli." She said crisply: "We can only play with Wuli when we are done."

She seemed to be getting emotional, as if she was blaming herself for ignoring her just now.

But he still jumped up, lying on his lap, and stepped on a lot of feet to find a suitable place to lie down, ready to sleep.

It's just that as soon as there was any disturbance in the old street outside the window, the cat immediately raised its head, jumped on the table and leaned out the window.

She, Ye Ji, wants to see who is talking, who is passing by, and what happened next!
Look very focused.

Especially when someone was arguing below, she just put her hands in her hands by the window without blinking her eyes.

"Xiao Ye is a very gossip cat." Feng laughed at her unreasonably.

"What is gossip?" She turned her head and asked.

"...It means very powerful."

"Yes, my generation is very gossip, my generation is super gossip."

Feng Wuli smiled even more happily.

"Rub my stomach."

"it is good."

She lay on her back on the table, with her four paws up, her tail covering her shy place, revealing her furry belly, and she showed a satisfied face when Feng rubbed her stomach unreasonably.

After a while, the purring sounded. There seemed to be a fan inside the cat, which buzzed when it purred.

The afternoon sun shone on her belly, which bulged and bulged, and occasionally a gust of wind outside the window ruffled a few hairs.

He continues to do his homework.

When I was tired of writing, I took the tip of the pen and lightly poked the sleeping cat next to her, poked her bulging belly, pinched the paws, and picked the cat's chin, she slept very deeply.

After four o'clock, he left quietly, washed his face and woke up, and found that his beard had grown a little in the mirror.

"Where is the handsome guy looking in the mirror?"

Wang Xilou came up with a plate of sliced ​​mangoes and teased him: "Eat some fruit."

"Looks like the beard is growing again."

She nodded and admitted: "It's a little bit, it always hits Master."

Feng ignored her unreasonably, picked up a piece of mango and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's a bit sour."

"No way."

"Have you tried it?"

"Just cut it and served it to the young master."

He picked up a piece and fed it to her, Wang Xilou also squinted his eyes with soreness.

Feng Wuli said that she must be greedy for petty gains again.

"I always buy cheap fruits. It's not that I don't have money at home. I didn't save the money. I bought this fruit so sour, can I eat it?"

After being reprimanded, Wang Xilou ate fruit in silence.

Seeing her not talking, eating the fruit that she despises after being cut and served by herself, Feng Wuli felt a little uncomfortable.

This woman easily made him feel guilty.

Occasionally, he also felt that he was a little too spoiled and arrogant.

Feng Wuli knows that he is not a perfect and good man, he may even be reluctant to be a "good man" now, he is too young, too immature, he is awkward, self-respecting, always thinks that he is right, he actually doesn't know how to care about people, spouse.

He has many shortcomings, and the two had quarreled many times, but he dared not say whether he had hurt Wang Xilou inadvertently.

After living for so many years, can Wang Xilou still be considered a human being?Maybe she has been a monster for a long time, and the idea of ​​a monster is pure at best, but paranoid and one-sided at worst.She is not normal, her love is selfish to the point of paranoia, Feng Wurealy got her, mastered her, her love can be squandered by him, it doesn't matter if he tramples on her.

Maybe one day I said, Wang Xilou, can a zombie’s heart really not beat? Let me see your heart, Wang Xilou really took it out, put it in front of me, and said with a silly smile ,look!Master's heart, look good!

But this is wrong, this is deformed love.

Feng did not speak for no reason, but just ate the sour mango with her.

Wang Xilou yelled to scold that person tomorrow for daring to sell such sour fruit to her.

"Call me, I'll scold with you." He was really sour.

Wang Xilou giggled, easily amused.