The old lady is very peaceful.
She thought she would be excited, unable to control herself, and burst into tears, but nothing happened.
She just suddenly felt very tired.
Buried in Wang Xilou's arms, she, an old-timer who had reached her eighty-seventh birthday, could still lean on someone else's arms and call her "Ajie".
The two talked about old times.
The old lady asked the people in the yard to prepare dinner, and she wanted to talk to Sister A.
Most people thought that the old lady was stupid, or could this little girl be called Ajie?
She didn't explain, and there was no cliche plot to say, "Tai Nai, have you been deceived by this yellow-haired girl?" So everyone just went about their business.
There are also a few people who know a little bit, such as the old lady's third daughter and Yao'er.
Now an old man in his fifties and sixties.
"Aunt Wang." An old Mediterranean man greeted Wang Xilou. This was Wang Sanxi Yao'er.
"Go, don't bother me while I reminisce with your Aunt Wang."
The old man sneered, went into the room and moved a chair for Wang Xilou, and asked Wang Xilou to sit next to his wife. Wang Xilou patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile that he was so old.
"Fifty-two." The old man chuckled.
The young people's eyes twitched when they saw this.
But neither the great-grandmother nor the fourth grandfather said anything.
They were whispering, and several young people approached the two siblings, but they were also confused and only talked about what they encountered when they went to the incense and candle shop.
Then they looked at the boy who was sitting in a corner as if no one was around.
Feng Wuli had a very sumptuous meal and sat at the young man's table. He didn't know anyone around him, but it didn't stop him from eating.
He thought it would be very high-end, with a Michelin chef performing and painting at the same time, and then everyone would be so hungry that they would take a few mouthfuls of air and pretend they were full, but in fact they were not.
At least it was enough to eat, and the food looked beautiful, so it wouldn’t be weird. The two tables were probably full of great-grandchildren, and there were more than 20 people there. There were one table for about 20 years old, and another table for about ten years old. .
Feng Wuli sat at the same table with the child.
"What kind of dish is this?"
"Boiling water and cabbage." The little girl with a round head next to her was very well-behaved and not afraid of strangers.
"Awesome." He had heard of it before, but this was his first time seeing it.
"If you want some soup, brother, let me help you."
"Does your family eat like this every meal?"
"No, we don't usually come to Grandma's place to eat, and today Grandpa Cao is cooking. In the past, Grandpa Cao only cooked when the Chinese New Year is approaching."
"Who is Grandpa Cao?"
"It's grandpa who cooks."
Feng Wuli probably understood that he was not the chef at home, but maybe someone hired from somewhere else.
The life of the rich!
He took a sip of the soup, but it didn't taste very good, but it didn't matter. I only ate expensive ones today, not the right ones.
Some people took the initiative to talk to Feng Wuli, and Feng Wuli was also very polite, but he would not take the initiative to start a conversation. He would just answer when asked, and would not answer anything he shouldn't.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening after dinner.
Wang Xilou said goodbye to Jiang Linger, and they booked a hotel.
The old lady held Wang Xilou's hand tightly. The dead branch-like hand was in sharp contrast with Wang Xilou's delicate skin.
It started to snow in the sky. The snow in the north was caught in the chaotic wind. It was not romantic at all and it made people feel painful.
"Let them send you off."
"No, I'm going for a walk with him. I don't feel comfortable around other people. I haven't been to the capital yet."
"Sister..."
"Come inside and sit, it's cold outside." Wang Xilou put on his hat and lowered it.
The old lady was sent to the hospital.
"Sister, I will send it here."
Wang Xilou turned around and looked at the old man standing in the wind and snow. The old man was carrying him on his back and stopped following him.
"Just send it here."
The two of them and the old
Madam farewell.
Sixty years ago, it was she and Wang Sanxi who left under her farewell. Now she watched her sister say goodbye to her, but she was already old, but she was still young.
The old lady looked at the yard behind her. There was a large family in the yard. She turned around and walked away, running away from Wang Xilou in the snowy night.
They all know that after this separation, they will probably never see each other again in this life.
The two left shallow footprints on the snow, heading in completely opposite directions. The footprints were covered by the subsequent snow, and the moonlight fell like a piece of silk to the stone brick alley paved with salt.
…
The master and apprentice were walking on the streets of the capital,
"It turns out that Grandpa Wang Sanxi's company is called Ximu Group."
"What's wrong?"
"The real estate developer who relocated the old street belongs to the Westwood Group."
Wang Xilou slapped his palms and suddenly realized: "No wonder, the master said why the compensation is so high like the two fools!"
"Yes." Feng Wuli also felt that he had taken advantage.
"It should be Wang Sanxi's son who did it. He knows the master. When Wang Sanxi returned to the incense shop, he even came here."
Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Maybe they think you are an immortal."
It's actually just a zombie.
The little zombie was a little sad: "Hey! I should have told Ling'er just now that my sister is having a hard time and asked her to give us hundreds of thousands of dollars!"
Feng Wuli didn't know how to complain about the ambition of hundreds of thousands. Wang Xilou didn't know what to say if he knew that the meal just now probably cost more than hundreds of thousands.
A bumpkin who has never seen money.
"You can go back and ask her now, and you won't have to go far."
"Well, let's forget it. Master will just tell you."
Wang Xilou put his pockets in his pockets and slapped Feng Wuli with his elbow: "You are not allowed to think like this. People's money does not come from strong winds. Make money honestly to support your master. Don't think about these crooked ways!"
"Let's go quickly, the snow is getting heavier and heavier."
Wang Xilou quickly followed.
The snow in the south is indeed incomparable to that in the north. The snow in the south is clear, light and beautiful, while the snow in the north has a beauty that will kill you.
But when the master and apprentice compared each other, they felt as cold as Junsha, which was amazing.
It is now more than ten degrees below zero, which is probably the lowest temperature not only this year, but also in recent years. This year's temperature is very abnormal.
In the dark night, the heavy snow reduced the visibility to very low, and the snow on the road became thicker. The headlights on the roadside came from a distance, like an old man with a lantern emerging from the deep mountains and old forests, passing by the two of them and then disappearing.
Snow was falling under the street lights.
Feng Wuli took a car under the road pole and took the little zombie to Wangfujing. The hotel he booked was also there. The master and the apprentice stood by the street lamp with their hands folded, looking at the snow and waiting for the car to arrive.
Wang Xilou noticed that Feng Wuli was looking at the street lamp next to him seriously. He didn't know what he was thinking about, so he went over to look at it: "What are you looking at?"
"nothing."
Wang Xilou leaned forward, tilted his head to look down at his face, and then looked at the street light: "Why are you staring at this pole?"
"It's nothing." Feng Wuli dismissed her casually, and then stopped looking at the pole.
This little apprentice!
Wang Xilou frowned. He always felt that this man had something to do but didn't want to tell him. He told him everything interesting he saw.
She felt that this was unfair to her.
The little zombie asked for details.
"No, I just heard that during the winter in the north, these roadside poles are sweet." He added, "I don't know if it's true, it's just what I heard."
"Sweet? How is that possible?!" Wang Xilou said he would not be fooled.
"Right, I don't think it's possible either."
The master and apprentice looked at the street lamp pole in a daze.
A few minutes passed.
The little zombie who didn't believe in evil went up and wiped the street lamp pole.
It's obviously not sweet, but the little apprentice can be so stupid sometimes, she
He was about to laugh at his young apprentice for his lack of knowledge.
Then...the tongue couldn't be pulled out!
Feng Wuli was busy taking pictures.
I took more than a dozen photos from different angles. One of them was too close, and the little zombie kicked me and made me sit down on the ground.
He stood up silently.
"What? Master, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly."
"Master, is this pole very sweet? You let go without even giving up."
He was sincere, at least he seemed sincere.
"Ugh! Woohoo!!" Wang Xilou looked anxious.
Feng Wuli was very confused, wondering if it was really sweet. Otherwise, why wouldn't the master let go? He kept a safe distance from the side (a distance that she couldn't kick) and asked her how she felt, but she didn't say anything.
He definitely didn't want to let himself taste it. This little zombie was so stingy that he wouldn't share any good things with him.
Feng Wuli looked at his phone. The car was coming soon.
He went over and pinched Wang Xilou's tongue. Wang Xilou hit him on the shoulder with an iron fist. Feng Wuli took out the kettle from his bag. The water in it was still hot and he slowly poured a little bit on it.
…
"Didi——!!"
The car bell rings.
The driver came to the designated location and saw a man lying on the snow next to the street light, and a woman sitting on her back and punching her hard. It didn't look like she was joking!
There are not many passers-by around here now, and there is heavy snow.
He panicked a lot!
The master and apprentice finally got into the car. Feng Wuli tried his best not to look like he had just been beaten. Yun Danfeng chuckled and said to the driver: "The tail number is 904, that's right, master."
"Hey! Yes!"
The master looked in the rearview mirror and saw that both of them were handsome and good-looking, and the scene of the murder on a snowy night didn't look too scary.
"You're not a local, are you?" The driver put the car into gear and started.
"Coming from Shonan."
"That's what I'm telling you! I'm from Shonan! I'm a fellow from Shonan, too!" The driver was in a good mood when he met a fellow from Beipiao. His nine-melody tune made him think he was from Shonan.
"You came here to play during the holidays, right? You're unlucky. It's been snowing and freezing these days. It's been very cold this year."
"It's okay, you won't be afraid of the cold if you go out to play in the winter." Feng Wuli went to hook Wang Xilou's little hand.
After being patted, he shrank back angrily.
The little zombie took out his mobile phone to play Xiaomi. The scarf was pulled up to cover his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
The driver talked all the way, talking to the master and apprentice about interesting places, and asked them where in southern Hunan they were from, and asked if they had been to any place. Feng Wuli was not a talkative person, and he basically would not take the initiative to start a topic with others, but When talking to him, he also made the other party not feel that he was perfunctory. The two of them chatted all the way in Shonan dialect.
He guessed that the driver wanted to hear his hometown dialect.
He had already taken one of the little zombie's hands, which was soft and waxy, and was playing with it like a little toy: "Will you go back to celebrate the New Year this year, Master?"
The driver, who had been talking non-stop, paused for a long time this time. It was snowing harder and harder outside, and the roads were blocked. Taxis and private cars in front and behind kept honking their horns. Then he scratched his head and laughed, speaking in the native dialect he had spoken for the first half of his life. He smiled and said:
"I can earn more during the Chinese New Year, so I won't go back this year. Next year, I'll go back and see."
After getting out of the car, Feng Wuli watched the white Santana drive into the world of black above and white below, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.
Under the heavy snow, the sound of cars kept honking.
This is just a very ordinary scene, thousands of lights, weaving the night of the capital.
"Where is this place?"
The little zombie shrank his neck. There were many magnificent buildings here, both Chinese and Western. Under the snowy night, the yellow ambient lights shone on the stone buildings, and the church buildings looked like scenes from a movie.
There are a lot of people, and there are so many people coming out in the middle of winter.
Feng Wuli tied the scarf around her, straightened her hat, and swept away the snow on her shoulders and head. He felt that now
Like a cute matryoshka doll in Wangxi Tower.
"Wangfujing Street, you won't be able to finish shopping tonight, but you can go to a few popular places. I'll take you to check in, and go to Badaling to see the Great Wall tomorrow." Feng Wulian made the arrangement clearly.
Wang Xilou was cheerful and followed his little apprentice foolishly.
The two of them went shopping and ate. The prices were not as expensive as expected, but Wang Xilou still cared about money and was afraid that his apprentice would spend too much.
Wang Xilou likes many time-honored shops here. She seems to like all old things, old buildings, old streets, and old clothes. When she sees things that do not belong to this era, her memory will return to the past. .
Very missed.
Time kept them in this era with her, and old friends faded away one by one. Only when she saw the old things, she suddenly realized that those were things in the past.
When she turned around, she saw her little apprentice following her.
When I saw flowers being sold over there, there were many couples who stopped to buy flowers and then left. With a twinkling look in their eyes, they looked at the young apprentice drinking milk tea and said casually, "Look over there, it's so cold and there are still people selling flowers."
"Not buying."
"??"
"What flowers do you want?"
"Whatever." She said nonchalantly, "You can just pick whatever you want."
"I don't want to buy it, just go back."
"Send me flowers!"
Feng Wuli didn't know what other couples were like. Anyway, he found it annoying. There were so many flowers at home, so what kind of flowers would this little zombie need when he was old?
Feng Wuli bought a carnation for her to hold. She happily took it, but she didn't smell it gently like other girls. She was like an aunt who went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. She grabbed the flower in her hand instead of holding it. Flowers are more like a handful of green onions.
But her eyes were full of smiles, just like other girls who got flowers. When she looked up at him with a smile, Feng Wuli's heart was quickly filled.
The two took many photos along the way.
The little zombie's outfit is out of place here, looking like a girl from the countryside, but the smile on her face is very contagious, innocent and sincere, and it looks like an old photo from the 1970s and 1980s.
"I didn't take Master's silk scarf." She felt a little regretful, but she still thought it looked good to take pictures with those silk scarves.
But at this moment, two men in suits walked towards him.
Feng Wuli was immediately alert, because they were all practitioners and they were coming towards them.
The man in the suit walked straight towards the master and apprentice on the street without a smile, without concealing his intention at all.
Both of them are tall and tall. The one in front has a face that is as sharp as a knife, with a slicked back hair, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes in the front, while the one in the back is a bald man with a sinewy face. The two of them have a pair of black leather shoes that are well polished. Bright, crunching in the snow.
Surrounded by the bustling Wangfujing Street.
Feng Wuli frowned, and the two men walked about one meter in front of him——
"We are from the company, and we are meeting for the first time... Mr. Wang Xilou."
"..."
"She is Wang Xilou." Feng Wuli pointed at the woman beside him.
"..."
"..."
"oh."
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