not a monster

Sunday, November 2034, 11
In the south, there is a common saying that the Winter Solstice is the New Year's Eve. It is one of the four major festivals along with the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. However, the Winter Solstice Festival is not as lively as the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. The atmosphere is peaceful and solemn, especially in Hunan. The dark sky will accompany you throughout the winter, and the days when the sun shines are even more pitiful.

It snowed all night last night, and now it is cloudy and the biting cold wind is howling. People on the street have been blown dry and hurt their faces. They are all walking silently on the road without saying a word. Every car horn on the roadside is heard. Or the greetings between acquaintances seem abrupt in this winter, as if the cold and quiet winter morning should not be broken by the slightest movement. On such a damp and cold morning, the room even seems stuffy due to the lack of air circulation, and the room is filled with a unique smell. The smell of this environment is ambiguous and dense, the smell of an adult's room.

It was so quiet that one could hear two intertwined breathing sounds, one deep and one soft. As the sky became brighter and brighter, the lighter breathing sound on the bed obviously changed a little. The irregular breathing accompanied by the heavy quilt. There are more and more small movements, suggesting that someone is returning to wakefulness from sleep.

If the viscous air in the room is as warm as a spring day compared with the cold wind outside, then the temperature between the master and the apprentice under the quilt is as frighteningly hot as a summer day. Wang Xilou suspects that her apprentice was a furnace in his previous life. , otherwise why can it be so warm.

She tugged on her suppressed hair impatiently and pulled his bad hand out from under her pajamas. As a result, the movement was too loud and woke him up. She only heard the man next to her take a deep, long breath—— She felt bad for a moment, but she still took a step slower. She turned over so hard that she almost couldn't breathe. Not to mention that her hands were not taken out from under her clothes, and her whole body was reduced to a pillow. He was pressed down.

Wang Xilou knew that this man liked being pressed against him very much, and it seemed that he felt very happy even if he did nothing.

Probably all men are like this. They like the satisfaction brought by conquest. Watching his master being suppressed by his weight advantage will bring excitement to him. However, she could only bear the mess under his teasing and condescending gaze. She glared at him with her hair, and the more she glared, the more ambiguous thoughts he would have aroused.

"Stop making trouble, get up!" She pushed his chest in shame.

"Have a rest today and sleep for a while." Feng Wuli said in a loud voice.

"Your company is on break, but I still have to open a store!"

"Who will buy flowers when the weather is so cold? Let them bloom later."

"It's probably going to be very busy during the winter solstice today, so you have to come and help."

"It's almost nine o'clock now. It's too late for you to get up."

There was a trace of embarrassment on Wang Xilou's face: "Don't look at what time you went on last night!"

"It's winter solstice and I want to drink mutton soup."

"Then let me get up." Her face suddenly turned red because that hand was doing bad things.

But the man seemed to have nothing to do with it and was still talking plausibly: "How about we not open the store today and go to Tianmen Mountain to watch the snow?"

"How can anyone open a shop like this, every three days, no business, and regular customers will not buy your flowers." Wang Xilou paused from time to time while speaking.

"It's not a teahouse or restaurant, where would people buy flowers every day?"

"Tianmen Mountain is so far away."

"It's only a two-and-a-half-hour drive."

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink mutton soup?"

"There should be a mutton soup restaurant at the foot of Tianmen Mountain, right?" Feng Wuli asked, "Would you like to go?"

He looked at Wang Xilou's face. Even after being married for so many years, Master was still so cute and charming. At this time, his face was so red that it was almost bleeding. His watery eyes stared at him unyieldingly. Feng Wuli smiled again. After asking if he wanted to go, the two looked at each other for a long time.

"Bad guy," she spat. "What's wrong?" He actually dared to cry injustice.

Wang Xilou felt that this evil disciple was getting more and more hateful, but now he seemed to be talking about things seriously, and whoever cared about the affectionate things would lose. Even though his face was already red, Wang Xilou was still stubborn. He went to say it and just said: "Isn't it bad to ask me to close the store again?"

"Is that right?"

Wang Xilou couldn't hold it anymore, and his voice sounded like a kitten coquettishly saying: "Hubby, stop playing."

The affectionate Master is so charming. They have been married for more than 20 years. It is said that a middle-aged couple kisses and feels sick for many days. If other old couples are so tired in bed in the winter, they will be told how old they are. I don’t know. He was ashamed, but when he looked at the woman who was called his master, wife, and mother of his child, she was clearly as delicate as when he was married.

The two of them looked at each other, and Wang Xilou understood with one look. He took out his hand to take off his pajamas, and she put her bare hands on his pants. But just as the quilt started to rustle, there was a sound of a woman approaching from outside the door. Yelling, the sound of yelling was accompanied by the twisting of the door handle.

The girl outside the door obviously had no intention of leaving her parents a private space. She turned the door handle and made a few clanging noises. The door was locked, but this did not reassure them at all. There were two people on the bed. The movement froze, the master and the disciple looked at each other, Feng Wuli grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

The door was not opened, and Feng Xiaoluo walked directly in through the wall.

She glanced at the big quilt on the bed, and her intuition told her that the two people on the bed must be awake.

The slim girl perfectly inherited the advantages of her parents. She is tall and has outstanding appearance. When she was a child, she was more like the wind and unreasonable. She had a face like a salted fish and spit out irritating words from time to time. When she grew up, she slowly moved closer to her mother. In ancient times, Judging by everyone's standards of a lady, she is undoubtedly the daughter that the master and apprentice are proud of, but as she gets a little older, she gradually shows the characteristics of Chifu's mother.

His performance is to always keep a straight face.

In bed, both husband and wife were a little afraid of their daughter who was always in charge of this and that.

"It's almost time and I'm still sleeping." Her voice was cold, and just by listening to her voice, one could imagine all the beauty of a girl. It reminded people of the bell ringing after class, first love, the blackboard newspaper, and the waterfall of black hair on the front table, a series of youthful beauty. of words.

But there was no movement at all under the quilt.

Feng Xiaoluo opened the curtain and let the sunlight in. The dark room suddenly became bright, and the haze-like bright cold light shone on the wedding photos of her parents 20 years ago on the wall. Not only that, she also opened the window. , filling the entire room with the cold December wind.

She looked back and saw that there was still no movement on the earthbag-like quilt. The woman immediately frowned and walked over.

"dad!"

The wind is unreasonable and silent.

"mom?"

Wang Xilou also remained silent.

Feng Xiaoluo nodded, her left foot stepped on the right heel, and her right foot stepped on the left heel. Her small and delicate feet were wearing white boat socks without any pattern, and the white insteps were lovely and white. She knelt beside the bed and lifted her head. He opened the quilt a little and got in.

There was a flurry of excitement, but the couple was still driven up by their daughter on the bed.