The curtains have very good light-blocking properties. They are thickened ones that Feng Wuli bought specially for his zombies. After they are closed, even during the day, no light can come through, not to mention that it is just six o'clock and the sky is still dark.
The dark room was not clearly visible. Perhaps for this reason, Wang Xilou did not hesitate at all and sat on the edge of the bed to get dressed.
After putting the loose and comfortable home clothes on her head, she then pulled the corners of the clothes down to completely cover the woman's perfect waist and purple bra straps. She then used the back of her hand to pull out the hair that was tucked into the clothes and shook it. Head, make the hair on the back regular, take a wooden hairpin on the bedside table with your right hand, twist the hair into a bun with both hands, keep twisting it, and finally insert the hairpin, leaving only a few hair strands at the neck.
She stood up, straightened her clothes, patted them, and looked back before going out. She couldn't help but feel funny when she saw that her little apprentice was still looking directly at her.
"Why are you looking at Master all the time?"
"...It's the first time I've seen you, well, seeing you like this, this feeling of watching you get up, it's hard to describe, but it feels really good anyway."
"Didn't I meet you when I was at my uncle's house?"
"You always wore underwear to bed at that time."
"Master was a little embarrassed at that time."
"Are you embarrassed now?"
She pretended to sigh helplessly: "I've been studied by an archaeologist all night, so what can I do if I'm sorry?"
"..."
The little zombie laughed out loud, stretched out a finger, and tapped his forehead a few times: "You can sleep a little longer, it's only six o'clock."
Feng Wuli was really sleepy. Last night, he sent spiritual power to the little zombie all night, and he felt a bit drained of emptiness, feeling like he had stayed up all night for two or three nights.
Close your eyes, all you can think about is that back.
I just couldn't sleep.
…
At half past six, it was a cold late autumn morning. The sparse traffic on the street made the road very wide. There was only one streetlight far away, which could only drive away a small patch of darkness under the streetlight. The white light of the streetlight shone on me, and the light felt cold. .
Po Nu tightened the tight school uniform jacket, pulled the chain to the collar, and raised the collar. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her hands were tucked into the sleeves, and she walked towards the old street.
This clothes is his junior high school uniform, which can't help but make Po Nu feel a little warmer in her heart. The warmth in her heart makes her feel that the wind is not so cold anymore, and she even fantasizes that maybe there are some of his clothes on these clothes. smell.
Unfortunately, it didn't. She could only tell herself through fantasy that the smell mixed with the smell of wardrobe and laundry detergent was his smell.
She walked about a kilometer, during which she fell thirteen times, hit a telephone pole twice, and was startled by a cat that suddenly jumped out and almost fell into the construction site, but she didn't care at all, even if it was While walking on a deserted zebra crossing, she was hit by a driver who was driving a long distance due to fatigue and was hit by a driver who drove a large car and hit her on a road pole. She got up as if nothing was wrong. The driver looked frightened and worried and waved his hand when he wanted to take her to the hospital. , just said viciously: This matter can't be solved for even two hundred dollars! In the end, the other party gave her five hundred. After getting the money, she put her little hands in the pockets of her school uniform jacket, pulled the jacket straight, and walked back leisurely, humming a song and thinking about how amazing she was, and her mood. So beautiful.
Return to Lao Cai safely.
The white light in the east was dim, and the fog in the late autumn morning had not yet dissipated. Ponu took a deep breath of cold air from his nose and entered his entire respiratory tract, and shivered.
The street light next to her suddenly turned off automatically. The girl at the intersection slowly raised her head. The sky on the old street was filled with intricate black cables and iron boxes on the telephone poles. She exhaled a thin white mist, and the sky slowly changed. During the lighting process, it will be completely bright and transparent in about twenty minutes.
Neighbors on the old street came out sleepily, wearing long johns and saying hello in a lazy tone. They went out to take out water and garbage. Sanitation workers sat on the roadside eating steamed buns. An old man in a white vest held a small steel cannon and fired it loudly. Going out slowly, there are still people scolding the children early in the morning.
Some elderly people have already begun to go out to buy groceries, carrying a basket.
"Where did Xiao Wang go so early?" An old lady spoke to her.
Po slave
She entered the state in almost a second and replied with a smile: "I just went for a morning run, little... Aunt Su set off so early?"
If there was any difference in temperament between her and Wang Xilou just now, it has completely disappeared now. Even if Feng Wuli came, he would not be able to recognize it.
They share the identity of Wang Xilou and all the interpersonal relationships, because they are Wang Xilou.
"Damn it, if you didn't go earlier, all the good meat would have been bought." Su Yi complained.
"Yes, I'm going back to change clothes and get ready."
"Then we have to hurry up."
"I'll turn on the battery."
"I want it."
I took out the key and returned to the incense shop, but the door opened by itself.
The two Wang Xilou met at the door. Po Nu blinked, grinned, and hugged Wang Xilou around her waist, placing his entire weight on her.
"I'm so tired." She exhaled.
"Going out to play all night again."
Wang Xilou slapped her on the head angrily, turned around and went back to the house.
Po Nu hugged her waist and backed away.
"Don't hold me, you're so heavy."
"??"
Wang Xilou pretended that he had an extra pendant on his body and went back to the yard to make breakfast: "Do you want to have breakfast? Or should you go back to rest in the shadows?"
"Eat! There seems to be fish balls in the refrigerator, isn't that possible?"
"……open."
If Po Nu hugged Wang Xilou's waist, it would hinder "her" work, so she instead put her hands around Wang Xilou's neck from behind, hanging her whole body on her back, resting her head on her shoulders and watching her go to the well. Get some water, boil it, cut onions, and get two cakes of noodles.
The two of them kept talking. Po Nu was chattering a little bit, talking about what he met and who he saw. He added a boy on WeChat. If it bothers you, just ignore it. Wang Xilou would occasionally say a word or two, asking if he wanted to Don't give her an identity. Po Nu shook his head and said that he didn't want it.
"I forgot whether I added salt. Just taste it."
"Why don't you taste it yourself?"
"It's all because you kept talking to me that I forgot."
"His Liu...added."
"Don't stick to me, go over there and sit down."
"Your hair is a little loose, let me tie it up again for you."
"..."
This scene is quite strange, but inexplicably warm.
Feng Wuli, who was upstairs wearing his school uniform and preparing to go downstairs, saw the scene in the yard from the window, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and then went downstairs.
Wang Xilou, who was preparing to fetch another bucket of water in the yard, turned around and looked up. Po Nu, who was still hanging behind her, also looked up. Two identical faces looked at him and smiled at the same time.
The morning fog happened to disperse. At this time, the yard was like a cloud that blocked the sunshine on the playground at noon in summer. The brightness bar was continuously pulled from the lowest to the highest. This morning quickly became bright and bright.
The bucket entered the bottom of the well with a splash, water splashed, and the bucket collided back and forth with the well wall, making a gurgling sound.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"Good morning, little apprentice."
"Po Nu is back... I woke up and couldn't sleep. Go back to school early to see if there is any unwritten homework."
Wang Xilou muttered in a low voice: "Why do you call me little apprentice? Your memory does not range from twelve years ago to now."
"Oh, you actually accepted him as your apprentice. Did you want to accept him as your apprentice at that time? I'm embarrassed to expose you. I know what you think. Let me explain what I think... Oh, yes, since childhood Instill the idea that you want to marry me when you grow up, and then..."
"Shut up and eat your breakfast!"
"My little apprentice, she is cruel to me!"
Feng Wuli silently took a bowl of noodles to the yard and sat down.
He was quarreling with himself, how could he break up the quarrel?
Po Nu also brought a bowl of noodles and sat next to Feng Wuli.
"How's it going, little apprentice? Is it delicious? I made it?" Po Nu asked expectantly, consciously giving Wang Xilou's credit to himself.
Wang Xilou also
She didn't care, and looked in the mirror in the kitchen. The hair that Po Nu had tied up for her looked pretty good, pinned at the back of her head, clean, neat, gentle and generous.
Master is so beautiful.
Take a photo and send it to Moments.
Make some moves.
Feng Wuli glanced at the kitchen and saw that the little zombie had changed its direction from an old lady born in the 1950s to an aunt born in the 1970s, and began to be interested in some things that middle-aged women like.
It's a trend she's jumping on board.
The posts she posted on WeChat were so cool that Po Nu even complained about her lack of a colorful silk scarf a few days ago to take photos.
As a result, Wang Xilou used her mobile phone the next day to ask Feng Wuli what color to buy. She thought it would be nice to take a picture with a silk scarf fluttering in the wind.
Feng Wuli was silent for a long time and picked out a purple pair for her. Wang Xilou had been in high spirits for more than a day or two. If your girlfriend is like an aunt, just be an aunt. A little girl is not as caring as an old sister-in-law.
The little zombie looked back at the two of them.
"You two hurry up and eat, I have to wash the dishes."
The two shrunk their heads and speeded up their eating.
Po Nu gave Feng Wuli the fish balls and poached eggs in his bowl, "Do you want some water, little apprentice? Do you want me to pour you some water?"
"No need, Po Nu, please eat quickly, she will scold you again later."
"When she scolds me, she scolds herself."
Wang Xilou: "..."
"Why do you eat so much that the corners of your mouth are oily?"
"Really, little apprentice, can you help me wipe it?"
Feng Wuli smiled and took out a piece of tissue paper from his schoolbag and wiped it carefully for her. Po Nu just let him do it in a daze, getting so close that she could feel the other person's temperature and touch, so close that she lifted her You can touch it with your hands.
"After eating, I'm leaving first. Do you want to rest in the shadows or go back to sleep?"
Only then did Po Nu come back to his senses.
She leaned forward and slowly hugged him, gently kissed his face with the corner of her mouth that Feng Wuli had just wiped clean, and then became his shadow.
Feng Wuli got up to get his bicycle, told the little zombie and went out.
Wang Xilou looked at Po Nu's remaining half of the noodles and sat down to eat. After eating, he took two bowls back to the kitchen to wash, and was about to go up and wake Wanwan up.
…
It was just after seven o'clock, and the school gate was deserted. The golden sunshine at this spot had only color but no temperature.
There was no doubt that he was the first to arrive in the classroom, earlier than the top students in the dormitory, which made him feel like he was really working hard.
Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, Feng Wuli went to get some water, went to the toilet, washed his face, and tidied his drawers. When the school bell rang at 7:10, he was shocked to find that he could also time the spirit. .
Honestly, take out this exercise book.
The first person in the class showed up.
A very sporty and playful girl, Mirai Miyagi's classmate from Japan, the two of them have a pretty good relationship.
She seemed surprised that Feng Wuli was there, but she still said hello: "Good morning."
"morning."
Just as Feng Wuli lowered his head to read the paper again, another one came through the front door.
Comrade Lu Zhisheng, the sports committee member of Rengao Ma University.
He was also surprised that Feng Wuli was actually there, but he also said hello: "It's so early."
"Get up early."
He didn't say hello to Miyagi Mirai, or in other words, neither of them said hello, it was all so weird.
"..."
Feng Wuli sat at the front of the classroom, with the two guys behind him on the left and right.
He had a feeling that the two people had agreed to come back together early, at a time when no one was around, but because he was there, they both tacitly agreed not to say anything.
Feng Wuli felt that he shouldn't be here.
Maybe in a few minutes, more and more students will come back, but these few minutes have been so painful.
If they chatted and said a few words, that would be fine. The problem was that these two people had so many topics to talk about in the past, but now they were talking about it.
There was silence behind him.
Finally, they spoke, but Feng Wuli only felt regretful about why he didn't go out just now.
Miyagi Mirai's cold female voice broke the calm: "Abort it? Or give birth to it?"
The refill of Feng Wuli's mechanical pencil snapped.
The bell rang for the second time, and the bell on the classroom blackboard covered everything up. Feng Wuli calmed down during the dozen seconds of ringing.
There are more than 4,000 students in this school, and everyone has their own pain and beauty of youth. Those are all unique to themselves and worth recalling. They may not be perfect, or even a little bad, but they are still shining days.
In the next five minutes, Feng Wuli sat in front and, as a passerby, attended the end of the two young people behind.
Both of them were popular figures in the school, and Feng Wuli couldn't help but wonder if it would be an interesting youth romance if the two of them were the protagonists.
Miyagi Mirai's tone was nonchalant, as if nothing mattered, while Lu Zhisheng's voice was low and not as straightforward as in the past.
The book talks about a young man with clear mountains and clear waters, and a little girl always following him by his side. The beginning of the story is beautiful, but the last scene at the end shows two swords and a jug of wine in front of a rock on the edge of the cliff.
People entered the classroom one after another, and the school gradually became chaotic.
The pretty girl at the same table was surprised to see him arriving so early, and greeted him with a smile.
"Why is it so early today? Shouldn't you be almost late for the first class at 8:30?"
"I'd rather be late next time." Feng Wuli's expression was a little heavy.
Jiang Nao thought he was weird, so he pulled out a chair and sat down with his legs together. Today he was wearing clean white round-toe cloth shoes, and the white cotton socks on his bare feet had a bear pattern.
Feng Wuli's gaze was always on her feet. For Jiang Nao, who had been paying attention to his movements, his gaze was a bit hot. She didn't know where to put her feet for a while.
"Your shoelaces are loose."
She glanced down.
"……Thanks."
