The sun was just right that day and the wind was gentle.
Wang Xilou looked at the man in front of her and thought to herself, no, I must hold this hand today. She has lived for three hundred years and has never held a man's hand. She thought that this girl is not bad at all. Our old Wang was just a flower in the village back then. .
So she chased after him in two or three steps, insisting on giving her support, "It's better to support me. Practitioners are no different from ordinary people when they are old. The street is really busy today. It's not good for you to bump into or fall. Your body is not good for you." It’s not like I don’t know, I still think I’m young.”
The man turned to look at her, thought for a moment, and then performed seven or eight consecutive backflips in front of her.
"good!"
"another one!"
Everyone in the nearby streets immediately applauded, cheered, and applauded this performance.
The masked man became unsteady after standing up. After taking a few steps back to regain his balance, he clasped his fists around and said boldly, "I've been embarrassed for a moment. I've made a fool of myself to the villagers. I've made a fool of myself."
Wang Xilou: "..."
When the man came closer, he sighed: "It's true that you can't accept old age. When you were young, you could do twenty reps without breathing, but now you can't do seven or eight reps." But it was far from the point where he needed to be supported. Well, he couldn't help but feel proud.
Then under Feng Wuli's uncomprehending gaze, the young Master became angry for some reason and flew past him, leaving behind a graceful red figure and the unique fragrance of Wang Xilou.
He remembered the words Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child, that a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. Looking at the angry Wang Xilou walking in front, he thought that this was really the case.
Feng Wuli scratched his head and remembered another sentence Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child. If the master and the apprentice were unhappy, the apprentice would have to go to comfort the master first.
He bought candied haws, a hairpin, and rouge that women love, but Wang Xilou had no intention of reconciling with him.
Feng Wuli didn't understand why she was angry, and how she wanted to stop being angry with herself.
He felt that no one could understand. Who could understand the girl's thoughts?
Wang Xilou in front was still arrogant and walking alone, leaving the masked man holding the rouge, candied haws, and hairpin sighing alone in the back.
What exactly does Master Master want?
This girl wants to hold your hand!
This idiot!
Wang Xilou glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye and sighed in his heart.
Just thinking that he didn't have much time left, Wang Xilou really didn't want to waste time sulking with him.
Just when she was about to lower her posture and apologize to him, she was accidentally bumped on the shoulder by the crowd passing by, causing her body to become unstable and almost fell down.
I saw a hand reaching out from the crowd. A man wearing the same bright red suit as her grabbed her hand in the bustling crowd and grabbed her when she almost fell.
She was stunned for a long time, her eyes fixed on the hands held by the two of them.
His hands were full of wrinkles, old, and thin, while his own hands were delicate and white. When he held them, it was like he could feel the beating heart of the other person. It was powerful and hot. He held her tightly like that, extremely firm. Choosing himself, being affirmed, and being loved, Wang Xilou couldn't help but be lost in the busy streets of the city.
After making sure that he was standing firmly, the dry and strong hand let go.
Wang Xilou's heart tightened, and he was forcing himself to say something inappropriate deep in his throat, but he heard the man's voice was completely different from the one full of vigor and vitality a year ago. It was an old, waning voice: "I There’s not much time left, so don’t be angry anymore, okay?”
She just woke up and was speechless.
The hands under the sleeves opened and closed, and finally clenched into fists.
Does he really not know what he wants? Wang Xilou looked at the mask that he had never taken off, and thought that might not be the case.
I couldn't hold his hand, but the feeling of being held at that moment was always firmly engraved in my heart, the temperature, strength, and pulse of that hand.
No matter what, we can't forget it.
She still couldn't hold that hand, that
The man died of old age. After that, Wang Xilou would look at his own hand in a daze from time to time. Then it became a habit of hers for some reason. Occasionally, she would not do anything or think about it, but just stare blankly at the white hand. Hands, spring, midsummer, afternoon, moonlight, she didn't know how long this habit would last.
a few months later
A few years later
hundreds of years later
When she returned to reality from the corridor of memory, she found herself looking at her hand in a daze again. The only difference this time was that her free hand was firmly grasped by another big hand. With.
She tilted her head and staggered. The man just said to walk faster.
When they arrived at the newly opened tea shop, Feng Wuli went in to get it. Wang Xilou was waiting outside the shop. She stood by the wall and kicked the corner for a while. After a while, she saw her little apprentice coming out with two cups of stuff and handing them over. She brought a glass over, and when she took it she found that it was warm.
"What is this?" She was curious. She inserted the straw and took a sip. It warmed her stomach. It was sweet and delicious.
"Camellia light milk tea." Feng Wuli replied, snorting and inserting the straw.
"and yours?"
"Duck shit bergamot tea."
"Duck shit smells..."
"Don't make any unreasonable associations with the name of a tea."
"Master, drink yours."
Feng Wuli handed it over and she took a sip. Her face suddenly shrank together, her neck was shrinking, and her teeth were sore. Feng Wuli snickered inwardly.
"It's so sore, and my teeth are frozen."
"Relieve tiredness."
"Try this, Master. This tastes delicious." She raised her cup to Feng Wuli's mouth, and her actions were like a cute little girl.
When he returned, Chifugi was holding a paper cup in his hand.
She looked proud. This was the trophy she got after guarding the soy milk for three rounds.
I guess I figured out that the two little brats, Chifu and Soseki, wouldn't buy a soymilk machine. The one who distributed all the sample soymilk to the aunties in the first two rounds of sales was moved by Chifu's unyielding efforts, and finally decided to do it. I gave a glass to this cute little girl.
Chi Fu sipped the drink in small sips. Firstly, he was reluctant to finish it in one gulp, and secondly, he had a small desire to show off in front of Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou.
Then she saw the master and apprentice each having a large drink.
Looking down at the soy milk in her small paper cup, she drank it silently without saying a word.
Feng Wuli drove two cars, just like when he went out.
"Are we going back to my uncle's house to play this year?" Wang Xilou asked on the way back.
"Well, maybe on the second or third day of the Lunar New Year."
"OK."
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we returned. Wang Xilou stopped by the vegetable market and walked around a few times. He passed by an area where farmers kept lively poultry in bamboo strip cages, and the sounds of various animals could be heard. Continuously.
She stopped and looked at a goose for a long time.
…
"What did you buy?" Feng Wuli asked, waiting outside the market.
Wang Xilou waved the whole goose in the plastic bag that had been plucked and bled: "Master will make you a braised goose tonight."
"You can't finish it." Feng Wuli muttered.
"Just big enough for the refrigerator." I bought a new refrigerator today.
