not a monster

On June 6th, a week ago, it was a protected animal like a giant panda, and it immediately became a three-pest.

At least that's how Feng Wuli is.

Before the college entrance examination, Wang Xilou regarded him as a treasure, he was afraid of falling while holding it, and he was afraid of melting in his mouth. Now after the examination, Feng Wuli obviously felt that this woman looked at him more and more disliked.

Even if he didn't do anything or say anything, he could still be scolded by the angry middle-aged woman. For example, he was just playing with his mobile phone while watching TV, and he was said to be heinous.

Obviously, she herself often does this.

This person simply can't understand how leisurely he is.

Feng Wuli generally dare not speak back, but he has already silently thought about various disrespectful behaviors towards Master, such as spanking her buttocks on the sofa, putting her slippers on high places, sticking a paper talisman on her forehead and then slapping her. Put it aside and see how she scolds herself.

"What look in your eyes? You are still not convinced, are you?"

He shook his head obediently: "No."

Wang Xilou gave him a fierce look, and walked over with a mop, "Put your legs away, do you want me to help you, young master?"

Feng Wuli immediately put his legs on the sofa and sat down.

The weather is hot, the zombie is very angry, Feng can bear it unreasonably, next time he yells at him, see if he will get used to it.

In Wang Xilou's eyes, there is always work to do, and she can't stop. She has to mop the floor twice a day, once in the daytime and once in the evening. underwear.

Feng Wuli watched her clutching her pants and passing by the TV, feeling a little ashamed in her heart.

Such an adult, he still asked Master to wash his underpants.

But only ashamed.

When she finally rested, it was already more than an hour later, the weather was hot, Wang Xilou was wearing very cool clothes, the vest on her body was also wet with sweat, and the back of her neck was secreting fine and dense sweat, and a few strands of hair Stick on the forehead.

"Come on, it's getting hot."

Feng Wuli took out a few paper towels to wipe her sweat, and Wang Xilou sat directly in front of the fan, pulling down his collar to let the wind pour in.

He coughed: "Pay attention to your image."

Wang Xilou looked puzzled: "What are you prudish about now?"

"What is false prudence?"

"There's something wrong."

Wang Xilou ignored him, hugging the fan and blowing it, all the heat from her body faded away, she squinted her eyes like a kitten.

"I'm going to start the second stage of practice."

"Huh? Oh, you start."

The weather is very hot today, and the summer time seems to be scorched for a long time. The sound of cicadas outside the balcony and the roar of the air conditioner are mixed together. The sun shines through the curtains of the balcony and turns into an ambiguous orange light. Can't blow it in either.

The wind is fake, the heat is real.

Feng Wuli suggested that they also install an air conditioner in the living room.

She was dismissed by Wang Xilou, who said that she was about to move and why would she install an air conditioner.

He was even more emotional, looking at the leisurely summer outside the balcony, the place where he spent his childhood.

Wang Xilou said that he has lived here for a few years. She has lived here for more than 500 years.

She was so hot that she took off the little coat and threw it out regardless of her image. She smiled unreasonably at Fengfeng, stretched her legs into his arms, and moved her cute toes: "Help Master rub your legs, worn out."

By the next day, Wang Xilou had already practiced her second stage.

The specific performance is.

She's getting lazy.

Can sit but not stand, can lie down but not sit, the whole person seems to have no bones.

She wasn't lying down to sleep, but simply didn't want to move. At first, Feng unreasonably accused her of being lazy, saying that she didn't cook or wash, but she still struggled to get up, driven by strong willpower, to get the food Done, washed the clothes.

Now, she didn't even bother to refute.

Wan Wan went out to play around and ran back, fetching water with her big kettle, saw Wang Xilou lying peacefully on the sofa, and came over curiously: "Wang Xilou, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm practicing."

"Are you practicing?" Wanwan tilted her head.

"Yes."

"But you've been lying here for a long time."

"This is how human beings practice."

Wanwan hesitated and said, "But aren't you a zombie?"

She was already feeling exhausted just talking to Wanwan, so she insisted, "I'm a human being for the time being..."

Suddenly, someone called her from down the old street, it was some sisters from the old street. After several calls, Wang Xilou had to get up.

Come to her to play mahjong.

But now she has more energy than she wants.

When Feng Wuli came back from playing ball with others, he found that the incense and candle shop was closed, but Wang Xilou was sitting at the front desk.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

"Aunt Ma came to play mahjong with Master..."

"and then?"

"Hold Master up quickly."

It turned out that he was too lazy to go upstairs after coming down, Feng Wuli felt that the zombie was dead, walked over to the princess, picked it up, went upstairs and threw it on the sofa, and turned the salted fish over after throwing it.

"How many days do you need to practice this?"

"A few days."

"Then eat takeaway again tonight?"

Wang Xilou looked at him with innocent eyes, and began to show off shamelessly. Feng Wuli went over and squatted down and fiddled with her face. In the past, this kind of behavior of disrespecting the master would definitely be stopped and severely prosecuted. Now This zombie is only left to be played.

It's too lazy to resist.

When Feng Wuli finished his shower, sweated and came out shirtless, the salted fish on the sofa stared at him fiercely.

It made him feel embarrassed.

"Female hooligan."

"The young man has exercised well." She stretched out her arms, letting Feng Wuli hug her and sit up.

Maybe it will rain heavily, but today there was a strong wind, blowing endlessly, the long wind sweeping across the street was extremely cool, the wind unreasonably moved two chairs, and put Master on a chair on the balcony before sunset, Sitting next to her.

"Going to play in such hot weather?"

"My high school classmates called, they have programs every day after the exam."

"You should go out to play more." Wang Xilou felt that he was so young, he should look like a young man, but she always felt that this man had an old spirit, and Wang Xilou might be infected by her.

"What about you?"

"What am I?"

"You repeat the same life every day, don't you find it boring?" Feng Wuli seems to have never seen Wang Xilou tired, never seen her stop, thinking about how she lived like this for 500 years, he felt There is a sense of suffocation.

He suddenly asked: "What do you think is the meaning of life?"

Wang Xilou was dumbfounded.

What strange question did this man just ask?

Suddenly there was a gust of wind.

The clothes on the balcony were blown dangling.

Both master and apprentice are very comfortable.

She didn't want to understand the meaning of life for a while, and after blowing the gust of wind, she said, "Scratch Master's itch."

"Where does it itch?"

"Left butt."

"You're too lazy."

"hey-hey."

She said, "You live to tickle Master's ass."