On the last day of November, the cold air came.
It was very cold tonight, and the wind blew into the quilt. I made the bed again and replaced the mat.
In previous years, Wang Xilou had done these things. When Feng Wuli came to do it himself, he realized how troublesome it was. It was not difficult, but the trivial matters in life seemed endless. Even a steel bar would break if it was broken repeatedly.
But Wang Xilou has been working hard for more than ten years without complaint, as if he doesn't feel any hardship at all.
It's not that Feng Wuli didn't share the housework for her before, it's just that every time he picked up a broom, rag or other things, this woman would pounce on them and snatch them away, unwilling to let him do anything.
It's really speechless.
The cold in the south is so cold and humid that even inside the room there is a bone-deep chill. The only place that is really warm is under the quilt.
A certain little dumpling trembled and woke up in a daze. He found that he had slept stretched out outside the quilt at some point. No wonder his body was so cold.
Xiao Xilou rubbed his eyes and looked around blankly. The room was dark.
She slowly crawled to the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping face of the man in fascination. She could only see a little outline in the night, but just seeing the outline made her feel at ease. She didn't know how to describe this feeling, Xiao Xi Lou just thought it would be great if he could be like this every day from now on.
These two days have been a wonderful experience for her, coming to a place like a fairyland.
One of the stories her elder brother told her tonight was that Alice's sister went to a wonderland where there were talking rabbits, a scary queen, and the Cheshire cat that always appeared suddenly.
It turned out to be a dream in the end. It turned out to be a dream all along.
Xiao Xilou looked around blankly. The cold wind howled outside the window, but there was no wind at all in this house. The house where she lived with her father and mother was very cold in winter, and the quilt on the bed was hard and soft. It's thin, but because of my father and mother, Xiao Xilou still feels very warm. Even if she hears the rubble being blown down by the wind, even if her feet are purple from the cold, she still feels very warm. That warm mood, That's how Xiao Xilou felt when he heard the sound of wind outside the window and looked at the outline of Feng Wuli's sleeping face in front of him.
In the story of Sister Alice, there is such a dialogue——
"because I like you"
When Alice first came to Wonderland and was about to leave at the end, she said to the Mad Hatter:
"I like you"
The mad hatter asked her why
She said: "Because a crow looks like a writing desk."
The Mad Hatter asked: "Why does the crow look like a writing desk?"
Alice: "Because I like you"
Just as Alice was about to leave Wonderland, the Mad Hatter hurriedly asked
"Will you forget me?"
"No, because crows are like writing desks." Alice just left.
"You will forget me...", the Mad Hatter murmured as he looked at Alice's retreating figure.
He knew that people who drank the forgetfulness potion would never regain their memories of Wonderland.
Xiao Xilou held his arm, raised his head and asked, why does the crow look like a writing desk?
The eldest brother next to her leaned against the bedside, covered with a quilt, holding the book in his hand, pinched her face and told her that there is no reason why she likes someone, just like a crow likes a writing desk.
She nodded at that time, but she didn't understand at all.
In the dark room, Xiao Xilou looked around the room, and finally looked at the man who was breathing slowly. She thought, it was like a dream.
Xiao Xilou didn't know if she would forget him if she woke up.
Don't want to forget.
I don't want to wake up either.
She lifted up the quilt a little and got in. It was hot inside.
I accidentally stepped on someone and woke them up.
There were whispers in the quilt.
"Well, what are you doing again?"
"Xilou wants to sleep on you..." Xiao Xilou made a babyish sound.
"I'm so dead
, it’s uncomfortable to sleep on me. "
"Comfortable." She lay flat on someone's chest, her head touching Feng Wuli's chin.
"Is Xilou a clingy little girl? Why do you want to sleep on me?"
"Because a crow is like a writing desk."
Feng Wuli, who was half asleep and woke up, didn't react for a moment: "Why does the crow look like a writing desk?"
Xiao Xilou came up and kissed Feng Wuli on the face: "Because Xilou likes you."
"...Go to sleep, little clingy spirit."
"Xilou is a clingy little girl." She said cheerfully.
"No kicking the quilt."
"Xi Lou is a good boy and won't kick the quilt."
"Good children don't wet the bed."
Xiao Xilou uttered some meaningless syllables, probably trying to be cute and get away with it. Feng Wuli thought it was too cute, so he pulled her tender and smooth face and told her to go to sleep quickly.
"Xilou doesn't want to forget you."
"Then don't forget it."
"Will you always remember Xilou?"
"Will do."
"Will do."
The next day, it was dark.
Feng Wuli felt like there was something heavy lying on his body, which made him feel a little tight in his chest. His eyelids moved. When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face, looking down at him condescendingly, his face was very close. , hair spread on both sides.
He closed his eyes again and didn't bother to pay attention.
"Why are you lying on top of me? You're so heavy."
Then he immediately opened his eyes and found that the little zombie evolved and became a little zombie. Feng Wuli sighed:
"Keep looking at what the fuck."
"Because a crow is like a writing desk."
There was a smile in her eyes, and she was still watching her little apprentice's face closely, without any intention of getting off him.
Wang Xilou said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being discovered by others: "Little apprentice, let's elope."
Feng Wuli just laughed after hearing this.
"Hey, don't laugh." She was angry.
Feng Wuli began to notice the greasy snow on Wang Xilou's shoulders, and the skin under the collarbone pressing against his chest. She suddenly realized that Wang Xilou had changed back, and she would definitely not be able to wear the clothes Xiao Xilou was wearing.
So you can imagine what is going on under the quilt now.
Wang Xilou, who had been staring at his face without speaking, suddenly blushed. She quietly moved her body to the side, but her eyes looked at Feng Wuli teasingly, and she smiled.
"I didn't think about it early in the morning."
Feng Wuli was a little speechless: "It's normal for an adolescent male to react like that so early in the morning."
Wang Xilou raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands to pass through Feng Wuli's neck, brought his face very close, nose to nose, and said with a light smile: "Are you having bad thoughts about Master?"
She had just finished speaking, and there was actually another part to tease her little apprentice, but when she saw those blazing eyes, everything was stuck in her throat.
This was the first time Wang Xilou saw such an aggressive look in his young apprentice's eyes, as if he wanted to tear her skin and bones apart and swallow her whole body.
As a little zombie with high attack and low defense, Feng Wuli didn't even need sweet words. Just one look made her surrender.
The two looked at each other quietly, the distance gradually getting closer, and the little zombie slowly turned his face.
It's already dark outside, and this doesn't seem to be the moment that everyone is looking forward to. It's not the words to conquer each other after a quarrel, or the encouraging embrace of each other while waiting for rescue after being in danger. It's the prefix plot prepared for this moment in all stories. Not at all, it was just a hug after waking up, the hot breath spraying on the other person's face, the spring scenery that could not be concealed by the quilt, it was not even night, even the time was an autumn morning without any emotion.
But at this moment, one wants to get and the other wants to give, as if all the prefixes are not worth mentioning.
Wang Xilou stretched out a snow-like arm and silently covered the quilt on his back
Two heads.
Everything must be done naturally, and Feng Wuli never deliberately avoids this. Wang Xilou felt that this moment should have been five hundred years ago, but it is still not too late.
"..."
"..."
However, about three or four minutes passed under the quilt, and the rustling movement stopped, and muffled conversations could be heard vaguely, along with sounds like why this was happening and why it couldn't work.
Then a boy opened the quilt with a dark face. His upper body was muscular, but his face was full of depression, and he was extremely unhappy.
Next to her, Wang Xilou was still lying on the bed, lying flat on her back and looking at the person sitting upright next to her. She had a blush on her face, but she couldn't help but feel a little funny.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"...Get up, get up, it's Friday, I have to go back to school later."
"Master's body is at the level of an immortal, and the Corpse Immortal that Master cultivates is for body training. It would be difficult for other immortals to break through Master's defense, but I didn't expect this."
"Please stop talking..."
Although she herself was very depressed, the young apprentice's expression was so rare that she found it very interesting. After thinking about it, she asked tentatively: "How about letting Po Nu take the place of the master?"
Feng Wuli's face turned darker, and he looked glum, just like when he was a child, he wanted that book with the Digimon pattern cover and deliberately pretended not to know. He didn't say he wanted it either, but with that little expression on his face, how could Wang Xilou not Got it.
She covered her neck with the quilt, then stretched out her little head and tender shoulders. She thought for a while, with a smile in her eyes: "Maybe Master can help you in other ways?"
But that day, Wang Xilou still bought him the book with the Digimon cover.
Feng Wuli's expression was very exciting for a moment.
Then there was silence.
Wang Xilou slowly frowned as time passed.
"I can't blame you, and of course I can't blame the master. Well, there should still be a solution. I heard that there is a spirit entangling in Penglai that can control every inch of the body. Master, go and ask if you can learn it, and learn it specifically. This feels weird, but Master will definitely learn it carefully."
"...Don't talk at this time."
"oh."
Today's morning is ordinary but special for Feng Wuli.
He didn't react until Wang Xilou asked him to get a tissue to wipe her hands.
He stood up and took out a few tissues. He watched the little zombie wipe his white hands carefully, and even put his hand under his nose with curiosity and smelled it. The expression on his face became extremely complicated. Feng Wuli stood aside and was already stupid. .
She crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it under the bed for now.
"Get out quickly, Master still needs to put on clothes, so I won't show you."
Feng Wuli was still looking at Wang Xilou's hand.
He thought her hands were indeed beautiful, much prettier than the hand models on the Internet, but once he realized what this hand had just done, he felt panicked in his heart.
He whispered: "I just saw it."
"go out!"
"Why are you so loud..."
He went out dejectedly, and when he closed the door, he looked at the red ears of the little zombie and realized that he was probably not the only one who was feeling panicked.
Classmate Feng Wuli also felt lighter.
After he finished washing, Wang Xilou also pushed out the door. He was wearing a white knitted sweater with a lotus-colored warm jacket underneath. Feng Wuli had worn at least five or six pieces based on how bulky she was. A pair of casual trousers, with a section of green autumn trousers exposed on the left leg of the trousers, a pair of cotton slippers on the feet, a pair of gray socks with some fluff on the ankles, and a pair of similar ones on the neck that are ugly but look very hot. Fleece red scarf.
The average temperature today was probably only seven or eight degrees, so she looked extremely cold, and overall, she was dressed like an old lady in the village.
The little zombie shouldn't be afraid of cold, but she also has the ability to sense cold and warmth, and a specific body temperature is required to maintain the body's activities.
Thirty-six degrees is the most suitable body temperature for the body to fully function. In recent years, she has discovered that maintaining the body temperature at around 30 degrees is the most energy-saving. If the temperature is lower, the joints will become stiff and become He can only stretch his arms and jump around like a zombie in a zombie movie.
Just like the human body maintains temperature balance by eating, Wang Xilou maintains temperature balance by consuming spiritual energy.
Thirty degrees is the most appropriate energy-saving mode that combines the consumption of spiritual power and the impact on the body's mobility.
In winter, in order to reduce the consumption of spiritual energy, she almost always wears very thick clothes, as if she is very afraid of the cold. When it is the coldest, she even wraps herself into a ball. She also likes to sleep next to the heater and hold a hot water bottle at night. Cover yourself with several layers of quilts to avoid losing heat.
But she shouldn’t need to cover herself with multiple layers of quilts this year, because she has a Little Disciple brand warm pillow.
"Can you please wear better clothes? Your long johns are all exposed."
The old lady glared at Feng Ruiruan, gave him a small slap, and then took a small step to wash her hands with a sanitary napkin.
After washing for a while, you should smell it, and then squeeze some hand sanitizer to wash.
"..."
"Lord Feng Wuli, good morning."
The door opened, and a cute little vixen came out yawning, with one ear raised and the other folded, and its tail behind it began to sway unconsciously after seeing Feng Wuli.
"Wanwan got up late."
"Because the weather suddenly became very cold." Wanwan shrank her neck pitifully.
"Winter is coming."
Wanwan stretched herself and entered the shower room to brush her teeth. When she saw Wang Xilou still washing his hands, she asked innocently, "Wang Xilou, why are you washing your hands all the time?"
"...My hands are a little dirty."
Wanwan took her toothbrush and mouthwash cup, tilted her head, swept her tail back and forth behind her, and said doubtfully:
"Wanwan didn't see that your hands were dirty. Did you touch something unclean?"
"Well, it's not unclean." Wang Xilou looked a little embarrassed.
