not a monster

Feng Wuli had two choices in front of him: sleep with Wang Xilou in his ancestral house, or share a bed with Po Nu in the girls' dormitory. Two faces appeared in his mind, one was his handsome face, and the other was his handsome face. Zhang was Po Nu's pretty and cute face, and he almost made a cross on his face without hesitation.

The second uncle's house has been empty all year round, and it is troublesome to clean. The 'girls dormitory' is actually the room of the two cousins. It has two beds. Feng Wuli, Po Nu and Chifu share one bed, and the cousin and her classmates share one bed.

The few girls talked a lot and talked about everything, especially Chen Jiaojiao, who kept asking Feng Wuli about his love experience. She seemed to think that the love between beautiful couples was full of drama and stories, but Feng Wuli recalled that he and Wang Xi In the building, no one seems to be talking about love with blushing and heartbeat.

"Then what do you like about your cousin?"

This meant he had to talk a lot. Feng Wuli listed a lot of his advantages without a red face, and made his cousin and Chen Jiaojiao eat a lot of dog food.

Po Nu interrupted: "Don't talk about her all the time. Let's talk about Xiaoqin. Are you having sex with that man?"

"Nowhere! It's all your nonsense!"

"Yes! I reported that every time our team does sanitation, they both have to take out the garbage together, and they go there for a long time!"

"what!?"

"Cousin, you have to talk about her. You don't even know that there was a girl in our grade who was in the dormitory with her boyfriend..."

Po Nu liked this kind of exciting topic, and quickly exchanged places with Feng Wuli, who was sleeping outside. He just wished he didn't have the melon seeds in his hand: "Tell me in detail."

Feng Wuli was squeezed inside by her buttocks, and there were two experienced guys, Chen Jiaojiao and Po Nu. The scale of the conversation was beyond his imagination. They were all gossips about some female high school students.

He looked at Chifu who was sleeping at the foot of the wall and playing with his mobile phone: "What are you looking at?"

"..." Chifu raised his eyes and glanced at him, not wanting to answer him, so he turned his back and huddled in the corner.

"Just talk to me. Why are you turning your back?"

Chifu began to take out the headphones in his pocket. He bought wired headphones from a roadside mobile phone store. They were inferior goods that cost more than ten yuan each. After taking them out, he plugged them in and stuffed them into his ears. Feng Wuli quickly snatched one, and Chifu glared at him. .

What a nuisance!

"Don't disturb me, I fell asleep while listening."

"Whatever you listen to, I will listen too."

"Listen to a novel for a while, you don't like it."

"Listen together, each with headphones."

Chifu felt that this person was really annoying, "Don't laugh at me."

"Why are you kidding me?" Feng Wuli felt confused.

"You also said that the novel I was reading was childish, and Ponu said that. After she said that, she wanted to grab my headphones and listen to it with me."

"How can I be as bad as her? Let me see what you are looking at, the evil king is chasing his wife..." Feng Wuli frowned.

The earphones began to play the gentle voice of a school belle listening to a novel: "Don't you always want to go?" His Highness Jin Wang's lips were full of pills, his eyes were evil and charming, "My bet has been withdrawn, and yours is not ready to be withdrawn." Already..."

Feng Wuli's frown deepened. He looked at Chifu's little face and listened very seriously. He felt that it was not easy to evaluate the little girl's aesthetics.

Po Nu and the two girls were really able to chat, from Tiannan to Haibei. After a while, Chifu fell asleep next to him, and he was also sleepy. The night in the mountain village was very quiet. Because of the quietness, he could hear all kinds of people saying no. The named bugs are chirping, and occasionally you can hear the cuckooing of birds. It is already very hot in the city without turning on the air conditioner in October, but the mountain village has its own coolness.

Early the next morning, Feng Wuli found that he was holding a disheveled Po slave on his left and a shrunken Chifu on his right. Without the tools to commit a crime, he didn't think it was a blessing at all, so he took both of them. Pull it off, put it on and go out.

There was a faint morning light outside, and it was not yet dawn. My aunt was already busy working early in the morning. There was still fog in the early morning. When she saw him, she asked with a smile: "You got up so early?"

"Well, morning, aunt."

"Why don't you comb your hair..." My aunt gave him a confused look, and then saw him preparing to go to the ancestral home. She smiled knowingly and went there early in the morning. The relationship between the two was really good. Ridiculously so.

She teased him and said, "When are you going to get married?" "Well...well, it's still early." Feng Wuli was a little embarrassed.

"It's getting late, you're already twenty, you're all at this age. I got married when I was eighteen."

"I used to get married at a younger age."

"I'm not urging you, but it seems like it's almost done depending on whether you're married or not. It doesn't make any difference, so I'll just ask you what you think."

The aunt sighed and said: "Wuli, this child has been sad since he was a child, but he is also sensible... Forget it, why am I telling you this? You must know better than me. Just say that when he first returned to the village, that child liked someone alone. Sitting under the banyan tree, no one talked to him, and other children in the village were unwilling to play with him. He sat there all day long. At that time, I thought this child could not be raised, but now he has grown so big in the blink of an eye. ”

Feng Wuli had nothing to say and looked at the old banyan tree over there.

He didn't suffer as a child, but the adults suffered.

He just smiled and echoed his aunt's words, "Yeah, he's already so big."

The door of the ancestral house was pushed open. Wang Xilou was still lying on the bed with his back stretched out. This was the room where Su Xiaoxin used to live. Feng Wuli lay next to her, changed into his own body, sat up, and looked at the room where he was still breathing. Master, who was asleep, leaned down, bit the corner of his mouth, and kissed her.

Wang Xilou felt that a pig was gnawing at him. He woke up with a squeak and glanced at a big face in front of him. It took him a few seconds to react. He reached down and dug out. Sure enough, his treasure was gone.

She said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why did you change back? Master hasn't had enough fun yet."

"You were obviously not like this when we first met. Why are you acting like a little girl now?"

"What first time?"

Wang Xilou had just woken up and was still a little confused. She felt a hand pass through her lower waist and lift her up a little. She put her hands on the shoulders of the man in front of her, looked straight at the face close at hand, and raised her head. He tilted his neck and wanted to get closer: "I want to kiss you."

"I haven't even brushed my teeth, so there's no point in kissing me." Feng Wuli refused, "It was the first time you came to Suji."

"Oh haha."

He said angrily: "Why are you giggling?"

"I thought of something funny."

"My aunt just told me that she didn't think I could even feed me when I was a child."

Wang Xilou put his hand on his face and rubbed the skin on his face: "Isn't this well-raised, tall and handsome...Why are you staring at me all the time?"

"Shall we have a baby?"

"Cough cough!"

Wang Xilou was startled, then raised his eyebrows: "Hurry up, it's almost dawn." He put his hands on his pants.

"No, I mean to have a child with you."

Wang Xilou made a movement with his hands and looked at him suspiciously: "Seriously?"

"if not."

"Yes, but it seems that Master can't give birth yet."

"So we have to think of a solution from now on. When we return to Junsha, we will ask Master Qingdi."

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PS: Many people are talking about resurrection. Does it count? It doesn’t count. This book has gone through several twists and turns and has been interrupted. It’s really stressful to write it again. If I don’t talk about it now, I probably won’t get much money. It's purely for love. The most important thing is that Songzi continues to write about himself. It's also a big problem. The passion for this book and the desire to create have dropped to the bottom (the desire to open a new book is quite strong), so it's not so much To live, it would be better to say that Songzi was trying to finish the story, at least to give him an ending.

Of course, it won’t end like this. Songzi’s current plan is to write another 150 words or so. (In fact, million words is also the goal he set for himself when he started the book. The next one will be longer, and he will write million words). There may be many pitfalls that cannot be filled in, but at least there is a complete ending, as a normal ending to a daily article. (End of chapter)