The ghost that has been wandering in this land for three hundred years has returned to the flower shop.
Coming back with her was the strange man who always wore a mask.
The two of them seemed to have returned to a peaceful life.
"Don't bother Mr. Zao."
Feng Wuli said to her: "Zao Lord said that he owed someone a favor, and you don't know which enemy asked him to kill you."
There was no hatred between the two, and now the cause and effect were settled on the spot, even though Feng Wuli had to bear the consequences for her.
Wang Xilou was silent for a while, "If I were to face the Kitchen Lord, I would die without rebirth. It is your spiritual power that is so great that you can activate the corpse bone freeze and survive his kitchen fire."
"Now that you and Zao Lord have no grudges, let's just let it go. Don't take the initiative to provoke him in the future."
Wang Xilou looked at him, looked at the mask quietly, and then nodded calmly: "Since you said so, then I will listen to you."
Feng Wuli also looked at her quietly. Seeing that her face was watery, he sighed after a long time.
How can you listen to me?
"By the way, am I saving your life now?" he said suddenly.
Wang Xilou thought about it and realized that what the other party said was true.
It's true that he couldn't beat him, but his spiritual power was dozens of times his own. He was so seriously injured in the kitchen fire even though he used all his strength to activate the corpse bone freeze. If the kitchen master came after him, he would probably be ruined.
"Then I have a request. Should you agree to it?"
She looked at the mask and always felt that the face underneath was evil, but she couldn't dislike it.
"What request?" she asked with a smile.
"Go and learn to sing a song for me. It's so boring here. It would be nice to hear you sing a song."
"Life-saving grace, just that?"
"The kindness you have shown me, I will never frown even if I enter Zao Lord's sea of fire thousands of times." He said in a brisk tone.
"It's something I don't know about again."
"You'll find out later."
She looked at the guy's back, her tone was mysterious, and she couldn't hold back her anger. She actually ignored the girl's restraint and kicked him with her embroidered shoe.
"Kick me for what?"
"I can kick it if I want. Do you have any objections?"
"I don't dare...can I have one more request?"
"Hugh is so greedy!"
The two of them returned home and survived the disaster. They went to the vegetable market tonight and picked out good vegetables and meat, as well as two jugs of good wine.
That night, they were in the courtyard, there were no clouds in the sky, and the Milky Way was bright.
The two of them wore single clothes and exchanged cups. It was the first time for Wang Xilou to get along with someone without any worries. This feeling of peace of mind.
This guy really couldn't drink alcohol, so he just drank a few drinks and fell asleep peacefully on his side, with his hand on his stomach and his breathing calm.
He was really seriously injured, and Wang Xilou was heartbroken.
It was windy in the yard at night. She stood up, put her hand on his mask, and put it down again after a long time.
I tidied up the yard silently, went to his house, brought him a quilt, and covered him lightly. There were many mosquitoes in the yard, so I would drive them away from him from time to time.
Drowsily, Feng Wuli seemed to hear Wang Xilou humming music again, as if he saw the little zombie sitting on the sofa, hugging his legs and watching TV, and laughing happily when he saw something interesting.
Narrowing his eyes, he saw Wang Xilou sitting in the yard, singing softly.
None of it is in tune.
After all, this is my first time singing.
He laughed out loud and was naturally discovered. Wang Xilou glared at him angrily.
"Begging for a beating!"
"Spare my life."
"I won't sing anymore."
"What a big loss..." he said with a smile.
Autumn is here, and they can wear several autumn clothes made by Wang Xilou.
"How are you dressed? Does it look good?"
"It's my craftsmanship that's good."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Feng Wuli asked her if she knew how to make mooncakes. Wang Xilou didn't, so they went to Mrs. Lin's house next door to see how mooncakes were made.
After learning how to do it, she went back to do it. Wang Xilou was always clumsy and had some flour on his face, like a tabby cat. Feng Wuli laughed at her, so she grabbed a handful of flour and put it on Feng Wuli's face.
"Come on, I'll tell you how to take care of these flowers. You can tell me how to take care of these flowers. I'll do all the work in the flower shop."
The two of them squatted in the yard, Wang Xilou turned his face sideways, watching him talk.
Winter has arrived, and his black hair has turned gray, and his body is no longer upright, but he still looks strong.
"Stop looking like a zombie all the time, smile more."
Still asking for beatings like that.
Wang Xilou rolled his eyes at him and refused to pay attention to him, so he came to bother him again.
While I was working, he was busy with his hands and feet and couldn't take any time off. It was really annoying.
She had just prepared tomorrow's breakfast when she was hurriedly pulled out. She wiped her hands on her skirt and said, "I'm working and you just make trouble for me."
"Come out and watch the Kongming Lanterns."
After leaving the courtyard, countless firelights rose into the sky at night, illuminating the night sky and their faces. The two looked at each other and laughed through their masks.
The two of them sat in front of the door and watched the people rushing outside. This winter seemed to be much colder than previous years. It had already begun to snow, and the ground outside was covered with a layer of silvery white.
The snow falling on Feng Wuli's head was not noticeable, but it was obvious when it fell on Wang Xilou's head. He helped to remove the snow from her head, and Wang Xilou also swept his shoulders for him.
She smiled and said softly: "Whenever you can no longer walk, do I still have to feed you? You are really like a big boss."
It was freezing outside, but the figure walking alone on Jiangnan Road seemed to be getting farther and farther away. His face was no longer cold, but had the warmth of a human being.
"That's troublesome for you."
I haven’t tried having Wang Xilou feed me yet, so I’m really looking forward to it.
The two supported each other through the cold winter.
Spring has arrived and the flower shop doors are open.
"Creak-" the door opened.
A gentle woman unique to the south of the Yangtze River walked out. She brushed her hair around her ears, greeted her neighbors with a smile, and took a broom from the yard to sweep the snow aside in front of her door.
The wind and snow herald a good year, and this year will be a good one.
She always had a gentle smile on her face, and she was as gentle as water to everyone.
Exhaling, with white mist coming out of her mouth, she finished sweeping the snow in front of the door and returned to the yard. She stared at the scene in the yard and was stunned for a long time.
He was sitting on a lounge chair, quietly basking in the sun. His figure looked haggard, and the mask was still on his face.
She said angrily: "If you don't call me when you leave the room, you will be in trouble if you fall."
"It's not that exaggerated."
"You are now as healthy as a centenarian. You were seriously injured half a year ago. You need to know how much pain you have to take every step of the way."
Feng Wuli just laughed and looked at Wang Xilou who talked endlessly. He often couldn't tell whether this was five hundred years ago or five hundred years later.
Wang Xilou rolled his eyes at him.
It was cold and he was weak and would feel uncomfortable in the cold. Wang Xilou went to the house to get a blanket to cover him and stay by his side.
The two of them were sitting in the yard, basking in the sun.
Feng Wuli grabbed her hand and asked her if she would be sad if she was going to die of old age.
There was a long silence;
Two spring swallows flew over the courtyard wall, pecking each other's wings and chattering non-stop.
She placed his old palms on her face.
"Don't say this anymore, it will make you die."
Under the mask, Feng Wuli looked at the woman in front of him and was stunned for a long time.
The thin woman she met for the first time a year ago, the woman who always had a cold face, the woman who walked alone across the Yangtze River with an umbrella and said not to follow her again.
It melted away with this year’s winter snow.
The lonely, cold Wang Xilou gradually overlapped with the Wang Xilou in front of me and the Wang Xilou five hundred years later.
The sun shines warmly on me.
That's it.
He seemed to know what Wuming meant by letting him find her.
