Company, in Director Yang’s office.
"Hey, are you sure what you said is true?"
"What does Director Yang know?"
"You know who the best person in the world is at playing with memory, right?"
"You mean Mrs. Meng? But why would she do such a thing to a little girl?"
"I don't know, Lady Meng Po has always been mysterious, and even her legend is vague. Although the prototype is Meng Jiangnu, the story is basically made up. She stands on the edge of the True Spirit River, guarding memory and reincarnation. Someone She said she was looking for someone, but no one knew who she was looking for."
Director Yang took a sip of tea and looked at the young man sitting opposite.
It is not difficult to make a person forget everything. It is a magical method to make the whole world forget about a person.
"Don't be too anxious. Mrs. Meng Po will not harm your friend for no reason. By the way, what is your friend's name?"
"Jiang Nao."
"Jiang of rivers?"
"Meng Jiangnu's ginger."
"When was the last time Mrs. Meng Po showed her signs in front of others?"
Feng Wuli shook his head.
"I'm going to check the company information."
He called a female secretary in a hip-hugging skirt, with a pear-shaped figure and gold-rimmed glasses. She was about thirty years old and looked refreshing with short hair.
Feng Wuli watched them check the information, and finally discovered that the last time Mrs. Meng Po made a fuss was five hundred years ago.
The last time was eight hundred years ago.
Five hundred years ago, it appeared once along the Xiangjiang River.
Eight hundred years ago, it appeared in Jinling.
There are five immortals, Meng Po, Zao Lord, Qing Emperor, Aunt Mu, and the most mysterious one. There are almost no records left. It is not known who the historical prototype of this person is. If you can find rumors about him, it is still five hundred. Years ago, Lady Mengpo met Lord Qingdi by the Xiangjiang River.
After hearing what the boy next to Qing Di said, Master Meng Po mentioned the immortal and called him sir.
Later, everyone also called the immortal who was no longer pictured in history as sir.
Among these human immortals, except Qing Emperor and Zao Lord who have a stable place, the other three are erratic.
"What are you going to do?" Director Yang asked him.
"If you want to get her memory back, at least it can't be like this. Those past memories shouldn't be played with at will. Neither the good nor the bad should be forgotten."
"Do you know how to find it?"
"The immortal who guards the memory and the eternal river of true spirits... The county has been so lively recently, just catch a few monsters and ask them."
He left the company and prepared to return to the incense shop.
There are more and more monsters on the street that I haven't seen before, and they all seem to be chasing something.
The mission is said to be issued by the immortal, to find the owner of Naihe Bridge. As long as you find the immortal, you can agree to a request.
There are still few practitioners, and more monsters come here. All kinds of monsters flock to Junsha, just because of such a rumor.
This is the charm of immortals.
He rode his bike and came to the street.
Not only humans were standing in front of the sidewalk, there were also big-headed monks more than three meters tall with bare breasts, following the green light and the crowd; a large shadow clung to the outside of the tall office building; and a huge black goat stood on the street lamp nearby. ; The city rails blasted across the sky, leaving phantom images behind in each carriage. Standing on the top of the carriages was a one-legged man holding a cane and wearing a rag.
It was a mess.
When I returned to the incense shop, I saw Wang Xilou playing mahjong with the aunts and uncles on the street. The light was dim under the street lamp, and a few flying insects were flying around in the light.
The cards of this little zombie are not placed together. In order to make it easier for you to see, three cards, three cards, and two cards are separated, as if you are building a house. Then sometimes you hesitate for a long time when playing a card, and you stretch your neck to look outside. The cards that were played were constantly confirmed, and then hesitantly, and the cards that were held were put down and picked up again.
The others were not in a hurry and just laughed at her.
Finally, I fought out.
Got bullied.
Her face darkened, and the other three families were amused to see her like that.
"Hey, Xiaofeng is back. Xiao Wang, why don't you go back and cook."
Said the uncle, Wang Xilou immediately looked back and saw a young man in school uniform walking over.
"I'm back." She said with a smile in her eyes.
"Why did you come out to play mahjong?"
"hey-hey."
Feng Wuli handed her the egg-filled cake hanging on the front of the car: "I bought it when I came back."
Wang Xilou took it and felt that the child's pain was not in vain.
He glanced at her cards and felt that they were pieced together and beaten to pieces. No wonder they kept losing.
"Grandpa Zhao, can I take over?" he said with a smile.
"Hey! Two siblings, come together."
Wang Xilou allocated half of the chairs for him to sit on, and watched his little apprentice help her fight back.
She wanted to type a whiteboard, but Feng Wuli grabbed her hand back.
"Don't hit this."
She shrank her neck angrily, and held on to her hand without letting go. The light was dim at night, and she felt that these old street men must not be able to see it. She quietly passed under the mahjong table and held the big hand. He also pretended to be natural and discussed with Feng Wuli which card to choose.
She really likes the feeling of holding hands recently, as if holding hands is like being together forever. She even wonders how there can be such a happy thing as holding hands.
This feeling of being wrapped is better than any sweet words.
After they left, the uncles were still talking.
"This little king must be in his thirties or forties, why does he still look like he is eighteen or twenty-two?"
"Oh, no, the two siblings look like they have turned into siblings."
The oldest woman in the Li family, who is almost eighty years old, said nothing. She held a fan and fanned it. The moon was a line tonight.
Maybe some people haven't forgotten, but just didn't think of it for a moment, but it's no longer important.
Feng Wuli pushed his bicycle home, and Wang Xilou sat behind his car.
"In the past two days, there have been a lot more monsters in the city." She followed suit and said unreasonably.
"It's all because of that adult. Don't go too far to buy groceries. It will be troublesome if you meet your former enemies."
"How can master have so many enemies?"
She smiled: "Besides, Junsha is the territory of Lord Qingdi, so he will basically restrain himself."
Today, Wang Xilou is dressed as a completely modern girl. Under the cotton black hot pants, she has a pair of legs that are so white that they are greasy. They are not the kind of chopsticks, but the type of legs that Feng Wuli likes. Her calves are well-proportioned and she wears a very short black upper body. A small vest with a white knitted sun protection shirt on top.
If I guessed correctly, Jiang Nao bought this for Wang Xilou a few days ago.
"Did you buy this dress yourself?" Feng Wuli asked.
"Didn't you buy it for Master?" She sat in the back seat and looked up and asked.
"That's it." Feng Wuli sighed with a smile.
"Actually, I like to see you wearing cheongsam. You don't have to dress up in this era, and many people wear cheongsam now."
"Yes, Master saw many people wearing those ancient clothes on the street, but they were a little different from those days."
"There are many modern redesigns, and your clothes were very old at that time. If you have worn them for more than ten years, they will look too new."
The two returned to the incense shop, and he parked his bicycle. Wanwan obediently swept the floor with a broom that was taller than her. She was still wearing her primary school uniform and called out to Mr. Feng Wuli sweetly.
Yeji didn't know where she had gone.
Wang Xilou tied up his hair in a high ponytail and prepared to cook.
No matter what happens outside, I always feel at ease when I come back here, especially when I see Wang Xilou cooking from behind.
So lovely;
like;
After dinner, Wang Xilou took a shower and washed some clothes that cannot be machine washed in the shower room, such as the family's underwear and socks.
Feng Wuli walked over and saw Wang Xilou sitting there washing clothes. He looked at the scene of the woman scrubbing and washing. This feeling of daily necessities was wonderful, so he watched it for a while.
Wang Xilou felt someone behind him and turned back in confusion: "What are you standing there for?"
"Thanks a lot."
Wang Xilou frowned: "That's inexplicable."
Feng Wuli pursed his lips, feeling a bit pretentious. The little zombie had been washing and cooking for him for more than ten years.
"An old lady who has lived for more than 800 years is washing my socks here. I'm afraid that my life will be shortened if I wear them."
"I'm washing my man's socks, is there a problem?"
"Hey." Feng Wuli pretended to be disgusted.
"Go out and help the little fox with her homework when you have time. She is joining the class and can't keep up with the progress."
Wang Xilou washed the clothes again and said with a smile: "I found out why you like to watch me work so much. It was the same five hundred years ago. You would make trouble while I was doing laundry and cooking."
"There wasn't much entertainment at that time."
Feng Wuli picked up a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator and went to the shower room to feed them.
Pinch a grape and put it to Wang Xilou's mouth. The little zombie will automatically open its mouth, and Feng Wuli stuffs the grape into her mouth.
Occasionally they would touch cool and soft lips, and both of them felt strange in their hearts, but they both pretended that nothing happened.
She frowned and swallowed vaguely, "Master is washing clothes, go out and play quickly, don't tease me."
Feng Wuli stuffed another grape into it, and she had no choice but to eat another one.
She couldn't speak while eating. She could only wash her clothes, then raised her head while chewing and glared at him fiercely.
But how could the little zombie think that it looked vicious? Every time Feng Wuli swallowed it and was about to speak, he would stuff another one in her mouth.
She didn't want to eat it at first, but when faced with being fed by her little apprentice, who could refuse it?
"Five hundred years ago, I suddenly miss what happened back then."
"I told you not to mess with Zao Lord, but you just don't listen to me."
"There are also Mr. Yang, Master Shang, Fushang Liu, Miss Jiang and others."
Wang Xilou pressed down his clothes and poured out the water in the basin. He looked at him doubtfully and said, "Wait a minute, who is Miss Jiang?"
Feng Wuli looked at her doubtfully and fed the last grape into her mouth.
Can't?
…
The next day as promised, he went to school with his mind a little confused. When he entered the classroom, he suddenly froze.
Because there was a person sitting next to his desk, but that was not Jiang Nao, but a classmate from another class.
He walked over blankly, said hello, and asked her why she was sitting next to him.
"What are you talking about, haven't I been sitting here all the time?"
"Where's Jiang Nao? Where's the transfer student yesterday? She's my deskmate, right?"
The classmate glanced at him doubtfully: "Jiang Nao? Who is he?"
Feng Wuli's pupils dilated.
Today, Jiang Nao was forgotten once again, and even more completely than yesterday. Even under unknown rules, even the desk she used to occupy was completely occupied by someone else.
So where is she now?
He suddenly became nervous.
At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet.
Because Sister Shang brought in a particularly beautiful girl. She had a calm and quiet temperament, like a young lady in a purdah.
Feng Wuli looked at her straightly, but he didn't care about anything outside him.
Including him.
Sister Shang would like to introduce to everyone that a new classmate is here today.
applaud;
Self introduction;
When get out of class was over, Feng Wuli went to find her and said to her, "I had a dream. We should have met in the dream."
The girl with a calm face looked at him: "I have no plans to fall in love for the time being."
She saw this boy suddenly looking at her and smiling, but for some reason, that smile made her feel at ease.
"I know, you told me about it in that dream."
She didn't want to pay attention to the other party saying such incomprehensible words, but her personality was such that she could pay attention to it or ignore it, and it didn't matter.
"Really? What kind of dream was that?"
The boy told her that it was a very good dream. In the dream, they were friends and had known each other a long time ago...
The morning sunlight came in from the window and hit half of the boy's face, giving it a golden sheen.
This is a very strange man, as if he is holding a shovel and smashing the high wall he has surrounded himself with.
She felt that she didn't need to interact with anyone and just stayed within the high wall, but the sound of the other party's shovel was too noisy and vigorous, and she always felt like something was going to be smashed to pieces.
Looking at his face, she always felt as if she had forgotten something important.
She couldn't help but secretly stare at him, silently looking at his back, something bursting out of her heart.
It rained at noon, and the other party asked her to go to the canteen with her on the pretext that she didn't bring an umbrella. During lunch break, she took her to feed the cats. She met a girl who was very good at drawing in the botanical garden and even painted her a picture. He told her that he wanted a beautiful girl to accompany him to the playground, but somehow he agreed.
She couldn't help but look at the boy next to her, carefully watching secretly when the other person didn't notice.
"See you tomorrow."
The other party smiled and said goodbye to her, and she suddenly felt a little hopeful.
She wasn't cold, she just didn't care. She could laugh or not, so she responded with a light smile.
"Well, see you tomorrow."
Thursday morning;
"Okay, let's welcome our new classmate...um, what's his name?"
Seeing that the woman next to her had forgotten her name again, she was about to say her name when a boy below suddenly raised his hand and stood up.
"Jiang Nao, her name is Jiang Nao."
She looked at this boy she had never seen before and felt like crying for no reason.
