At first, the water temperature was very hot and white mist shrouded the surface. The three of them only dared to tap the water with their toes and curled their toes back. Feng Wuli grabbed their feet and put them in one by one, eliciting three cooing sounds, which was considered a small revenge.
The beauty touched her feet and stepped on the waves. The insteps of the three people were submerged in the water. He held one of the feet, wiped the instep, and rubbed the gaps between the toes. The water in the basin was broken and round, and the faces of the three people playing in the water were reflected in the water. With ripples in circles.
Just like the ladies in the boudoir in the past, they were laughing and playing in the water, making fun of each other to relieve their boredom, and laughter like silver bells was mixed with the sound of the water.
"Ponu, please don't spread water everywhere." Wang Xilou scolded.
"But this water is hot."
Po Nu is very naughty, and occasionally puts her feet on his thighs, or even puts her feet directly on his shoulders. She is delicate and weak, saying that the water is hot, and Chi Fu is a little shy. Her feet are very small, and they are still pink and tender like a little girl, and the wind is unreasonable. When I grabbed it and wiped it, I felt a little unnatural and wanted to shrink back, but I pretended to be calm.
Wang Xilou, on the other hand, was generous and generous. He even took out his cell phone to take a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments with the text, "The good disciple has grown up and knows how to honor the master/Glad/Flowers/Flowers"
Soon after I posted it, there were a lot of comments.
Qingdi: You are actually willing to let your lifeblood work?
There were a bunch of people copying and pasting Qingdi's words. The little zombie was a little annoyed and kicked the water.
Of course there are other comments.
Zaojun: Come out and challenge
Shengqing: Happy New Year
Xiangjun: My sister hasn’t sat here for a while.
Tu Shan: Mr. Wang, Wanwan’s accommodation expenses for next year have been credited to your card.
Feng Wuli was helpless. He just raised his head and looked at the three girls laughing and talking to Yan Yan, and then he forgave them for their rude behavior.
Because Po Nu was hyperactive, half of his body was wet after washing. After pouring the water, he took his clothes and went to take a shower. He yawned and saw that it was past eleven o'clock on the wall clock.
Probably because there were fireworks going on outside tonight, the little girls in the house were particularly excited. They sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Wang Xilou held her Qing Dynasty hand stove and watched the Spring Festival Gala. Po Nu was styling her hair, and she just let him do whatever he wanted.
"It was still good the first time, but now the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse." Wang Xilou broke off a banana and complained.
Po Nu asked her to stop shaking her head: "Yeah, who is watching the Spring Festival Gala now?"
"How long ago was the first Spring Festival Gala held?"
"How can I remember this?" Her intelligence was allocated to getting in touch with new things.
"Eighty-three years." Chifu was showing off Tang Ju on the side, looking somewhat reminiscing: "The year Dr. Lin passed away."
The two people over there were in a trance.
This method of remembering each old friend's death is her specialty. When Chifu said this, they also thought about it.
Speaking of Dr. Lin, we met almost a hundred years ago.
Back then, Emperor Qing asked Wang Xilou to do something and go north to save someone. After she took the person to the hospital, she met Dr. Lin, who was still a little girl.
At that time, Dr. Lin was wearing a doctor's white coat, and she happened to see Wang Xilou climbing over the wall from outside the hospital with a man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on his shoulders and his face was covered in blood.
"Doctor! Look, doctor, this man is going to be a coward!"
"I, I'm an obstetrician and gynecologist!"
The two little girls were in a hurry. Wang Xilou hurriedly asked what should be done. Doctor Lin said that they should be sent to the hospital quickly. Wang Xilou hurriedly asked where this place was. ….
"This is the hospital!"
"Then hurry up and save people!"
"I'm an obstetrician and gynecologist!"
Doctor Lin felt that he was not such a reckless person, but seeing Wang Xilou with blood on his face would have made anyone panic.
Fortunately no one died.
After that, Wang Xilou ran to the hospital every two days and got to know this little girl.
She always read books and swore not to get married in order to study medicine. She had a medical bag with money always in it, just to help poor people. Wang Xilou admired her very much. The practice of medicine was stained with blood, so it was easy to encounter unclean people.
Wang Xilou left a tooth for her to wear to ward off evil spirits. She liked children and told Wang Xilou that she might deliver babies to people she met on the street in the future.
She said this with a smile, and turned around to see the strange woman raising her head to look at the butterfly that landed on the tip of her nose.
Then he grinned at her and said, "Waiting for the treatment, do you want to listen to some opera?"
"Okay." She agreed with a smile.
Later, the little girl's knowledge became more and more popular, and her reputation became more and more famous. It actually spread to the Xiangjiang River.
The girls are all unmarried, so why are they called the Mother of All Babies?
Wang Xilou smiled and said nothing, feeling that it was only yesterday that he accompanied that little girl to the countryside to practice medicine.
Years later, when Wang Xilou heard the news of his old friend's death, he was extremely sad and traveled thousands of miles overnight to pay his respects.
It was said that she delivered six babies before her death, which really left Wang Xilou speechless. When she retrieved the tooth, she heard the little girl's voice in her ears.
"Hurry and get the forceps..."
History is the hymn of heroes. As an undercurrent under the long river of history, Wang Xilou sometimes envied the clusters of waves on the river. But when she heard the voices of her friends again, she knew that she could not become them.
"farewell."
…
Then again, Wang Xilou discussed that the current Spring Festival Gala is indeed not as good as those in previous years, or even the first one.
"At the time of the first show, viewers called to watch on demand."
Wang Xilou complained: "It's not like these days, where you have to be reasonable in a skit. Who wants to listen to preaching during the Chinese New Year?"
Po Nu changed her hairstyle one by one, "I remember there was no TV at home at that time."
"I watched it at Qingdi's house. He was very proud of the new TV he installed. He invited many people over on New Year's Eve."
Wang Xilou also used his home phone to call and ask Teacher Li Guyi to perform on demand.
Teacher Li Guyi sang nine songs that night, and one of the culprits was Wang Xilou.
Chifu showed off a few sugar oranges and ate melon seeds. While munching on the melon seeds, he poured himself a glass of orange juice and looked at Wanwan looking at him.
"Wanwan, here you go."
"Thank you, Shichifu!"
Chifu was in a good mood and poured herself another glass, taking several big gulps. She ate slowly but without stopping.
People have seven emotions and six desires, and every shadow is the embodiment of her heart.
Greedy, playful, happy, and lazy, Wang Xilou is not a perfect person. She has many small flaws, and they are spread out for all her shadows to inherit one by one.
Little Chifu is a bit greedy, but she has a strong personality and is particularly embarrassed in front of Feng Wuli. In fact, in Feng Wuli's view, the gluttonous little Chifu is very cute. ….
"I've finished washing. The shower room is still hot. Hurry up." The bathroom door opened and Feng Wuli came out wiping his hair.
Wang Xilou greeted: "Come and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
"Don't look, I'm getting ready to sleep."
Wang Xilou frowned: "You are a young man who goes to bed so early every day."
Feng Wuli rolled his eyes: "It's almost twelve o'clock."
Compared with those young people whose night life started at twelve o'clock, Feng Wuli was really well-behaved. Wang Xilou said with emotion that he was the best at teaching him.
Maybe the girls were really excited tonight. Feng Wuli was woken up several times, but he didn't sleep well anyway.
There was a lot of noise.
Opening his eyes for the last time, he went out and drove Ponu and Chifu back to sleep, dragging the little zombie back to his room.
Wang Xilou tossed and turned in bed, took out his mobile phone to fight with the landlord, and occasionally came over to prick his eyes and nose.
He opened his eyes and sighed helplessly: "It's almost three o'clock."
"Master can't sleep."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"I'm going back to your hometown the day after tomorrow."
"Haven't you been there before?"
"This is different!"
She frowned. She had lost all her beans in the Landlord fight, and picked up Feng Wuli's cell phone on the bedside: "The nature is different."
"Stop playing and go to sleep. I'm so sleepy."
Wang Xilou put down his cell phone, rolled around under the quilt again, and rolled directly into someone's arms. He said with a smile, "Tell Master a story and then go to sleep."
Feng Wuli pretended to be asleep.
"Come on, your master told you stories every night to put you to sleep when you were little."
Feng Wuli turned his back on her.
"Speak quickly!" She shook his back and pressed down on him, condescendingly preventing him from moving.
Feng Wuli couldn't bear it.
"Do you listen to the little girl selling nuclear bombs?"
"Seriously!"
"Once upon a time there was a little zombie..."
After receiving a punch on the shoulder, Feng Wuli pursed his lips. Looking at a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness, he felt that no one was more annoying than Wang Xilou.
After thinking for a while, he said: "In the year 1491 of the Hainan calendar, a man named Wang Lufei went to sea with a wooden barrel. He had a dream, that is, to become the Pirate King..."
Classmate Wang Minxue asked, "Why do you want to go to Shanghai to become the king of thieves?"
"Don't interrupt me."
"Yeah! Tell me!"
"..."
Feng Wuli didn't know how the story went, and he didn't remember whether he put Wang Xilou to sleep.
Anyway, I slept soundly.
Drowsily, I felt something imprinted on my lips.
He turned over and went back to sleep.
A chuckle echoed in the dark room.
"Happy New Year, little apprentice."
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The mountains are full of pine nuts
