Hearing the sound of dripping water walking along the way, Wang Xilou raised his head and glanced at him, surprised: "You went swimming in the Xiangjiang River again?"
"No, I went for a walk with Youhuang. She was too tall and I couldn't hold an umbrella for her, so we just got wet in the rain for a while."
"She loves you so much, how can she be willing to let you get wet?"
"Seems a little angry."
Wang Xilou put down the needlework in his hand and sighed helplessly. His bare feet made a thumping sound on the wooden floor. He brought a towel over and wiped Feng Wuli's face.
She wiped Feng Wuli's face as she had done when she was a child, pressing the back of Feng Wuli's head with one hand and rubbing the towel against his face with the other.
Just like wiping the table, Wang Xilou chuckled when he saw Feng Wuli looking like he wanted to resist but was suppressed, "Wipe it yourself and go take a shower quickly."
and then went back to her needlework.
Feng Wuli put on a towel and went over to take a look.
Wang Xilou has beautiful hands and good craftsmanship. He holds clothes in one hand and a needle in the other.
The needle goes through, and then it is pulled out, and the arm is raised until all the threads are pulled out, and the action is repeated again. It is just a monotonous repetition, but looking at this scene in a daze can unexpectedly give me a lot of peace, like watching it in winter. The fire is crackling, and the ice cubes are heard clinking against the wall of the cup in summer.
After watching for a while, he ran to take a bath for half a minute, then came out to the yard and sat and watched.
"The craftsmanship is pretty good."
Wang Xilou glanced at him suspiciously, "Why are you sticking to Master?"
Feng Wuli was speechless, "...If your clothes get damaged, just buy new ones."
"That's a lot of money!"
"I make a lot of money, even working for the company."
"Didn't you use the money to buy a house?"
She moved her hands for a moment and asked with a smile: "You said when you were a child that even if you get married, you will take Master to live there. You must keep your word."
Feng Wuli was too lazy to pay attention to her.
"It won't be long before the old street will be demolished. Master will have no place to live by then. Hey, actually we are fine. What kind of subsidies are there? Those monsters in the deep mountains and old forests will be driven out in the final development of the scenic spot. It’s really miserable, I still have to buy a ticket when I go home.”
"You've lived here for hundreds of years, you don't want to leave it, right?"
"That's not true!"
"At that time, let's find a similar place, move everything there, and then continue to open your incense and candle shop."
"This feeling is good!"
"Why are you still so poor after living so long?"
"You dislike Master for being poor?" Wang Xilou glared at him.
"Just ask."
She didn't stop sewing, thinking about it and said:
"When I first regained consciousness, Master was indeed wealthy for a while. Later, many of the things Master wanted could not be achieved with money, so he didn't think money was such a good thing. As long as it was enough, Master didn't need it. too much."
"What do you want?" Feng Wuli was curious.
"You ask this all of a sudden, how should I answer?"
Wang Xilou thought for a while and then said: "For example, the master wants the apprentice to call him master, but no matter how rich he is, he seems to be unable to do so."
After saying that, she looked over eagerly.
This little zombie is amazing.
"What you said does make sense."
Feng Wuli admitted her point of view.
Wang Xilou snorted angrily, stretched out his foot and kicked Feng Wuli's calf.
The two sat for a while, and the sky slowly turned dark.
Feng Wuli had some thoughts in his mind.
A woman who lived more than 800 years ago is now mending clothes for herself, which will make her despise history and laugh at the incompetence of time.
Wang Xilou's work was finally finished.
She is good at her crafts and won't have any drama like pricking her finger, and even if she does prick her finger, it will be fine.
There is no way to break through the defense.
Lifting it up for Feng Wuli to look at, the opening showed no trace of needlework at all.
"Isn't it great?"
Feng Wuli said perfunctorily, "It's amazing."
"Where are Ye Ji and Wanwan? Why haven't I seen them since I came back?"
"Oh, the three of us were playing hide-and-seek, and now I'm the ghost."
"..."
"How could you do this?" Feng Wuli felt unworthy for Ye Ji and Little Fox.
"Oh, they are so annoying. They have been making noises. They have been quiet all afternoon now. I wonder where the cat is."
She put her hands behind her back and tied the rope of her apron, with a sly smug look in her eyes: "I'm probably still complacent that I can't find them."
Three childish ghosts.
Feng Wuli shook his head, walked back to the front counter, sat down, and turned on the computer.
I took a look at the progress of Little Zombie’s National War, and it’s already reached foggy weather.
Feng Wuli felt that foggy weather was the most difficult, even more difficult than the rooftop.
This is simply a big mountain in Wang Xilou’s national battle. No wonder I didn’t post it in front of the computer when I came back today.
I guess I can't get through this.
When he started to choose plants, Wang Xilou had just finished cooking and came out of the yard, wiped his hands and came over to watch him play.
"Why did you choose this? It's a waste of a square."
"You didn't choose the clover. If you didn't choose the clover, you wouldn't be able to see the zombies and you wouldn't be able to fight them."
"This big nut is so expensive, how could you choose it?"
She kept saying that Feng Wuli would never win;
vowed;
At this time, a customer came. She looked at the screen reluctantly and went over to ask the customer what he wanted to buy.
When he came back, Feng Wuli was already drinking water as if nothing had happened.
The little zombie's eyes widened innocently.
what happened?
Can you win this?
"Why don't you go to the store to buy those props, and you didn't buy a pond cleaning truck? Your grid must be expanded, right? How can seven grids be enough for you?"
"That fool's stuff is so expensive. Eight grids cost five thousand gold coins." Wang Xilou was a little reluctant.
Feng Wuli looked at her gold coins.
One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...
"How did you get 250,000 gold coins?"
"Just play occasionally."
Feng Wuli clicked a few times and bought ten grids directly, and then bought a pond cleaning truck.
Wang Xilou looked pained next to him.
The gold coins she had worked so hard to save were going to be squandered by her little apprentice!
I don’t feel sorry for my son!
"I won't buy it, I won't buy it. I don't like those plants."
"This foxtail grass is very powerful."
"You have a game of your own, why are you playing with Master?"
Feng Wuli was kicked out of his seat, and the little zombie frowned, a little angry.
Then a game started.
Hey, ten grids, she was extravagant and chose ten plants, and suddenly she felt richer, oh, there are also cars in my water.
Feng Wuli watched from the side as she clumsily started to grow sunshine mushrooms, "This game is very old and not fun anymore."
"Yeah?"
Wang Xilou was confused, "Didn't you have a lot of fun a while ago?"
Feng Wuli pursed his lips.
Sitting down to play with her, the master and apprentice occasionally bickered.
What happened a while ago was when I was in the second grade of elementary school.
