Early the next morning, the sky was gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain.
It was already after nine o'clock when Feng Wuli woke up. Wang Xilou happened to be wearing a yoga suit, rolled up the yoga mat and put it under his arm when he entered the room.
In other words, Feng Wuli was awakened by the sound of her entering the room.
She wore a high ponytail and a hair tie on her forehead. She looked neat and tidy. She stood barefoot at the door. With the light and wind at her back, she could not see clearly. The lines drawn by the morning sun could be seen. Although A little short, but this is a very nutritious woman.
"Are you awake? Go down and have breakfast, the noodles are too full."
It was a bit noisy outside, with the occasional sound of firecrackers. When he woke up, his mind was still in a state of confusion, and he slowly remembered that today was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
In recent years, incense, candles, firecrackers and fireworks have been banned, but people here on the old street are more superstitious than other places, so they have to let them off at the risk of being caught.
This is worthy of consideration. After all, a zombie has lived here for more than five hundred years. Wang Xilou’s influence on this area is like spring rain and autumn wind. It has been silently buried deep in this soil for a long time. Everything has been passed down orally from the older generation. In the words of the explanation, there is an unclear figure of a woman who always lingers in history.
Before the low-rise houses in this area were replaced by high-rise buildings, the customs, ghost culture, and belief atmosphere were stronger than elsewhere.
They will start worshiping the land, the kitchen god, and the four directions from the New Year's Eve.
In the further suburbs, there are many villages that have sprung up next to the tributaries of the Xiangjiang River and some small streams. Those villages are even worse. They usually go to the riverside altar to worship three gods during the New Year and festivals.
The first one is to worship the Dragon King to pray for good weather in the coming year. The second one is to worship the Earth God to pray for the earth to moisten all things and have a good harvest. The third one is to worship a female official. This female official has no specific name. Maybe the one worshiped by this village is called Wang Sanniang, and the next village is called Wang. Sister.
The Dragon King and the Earth God are quite different from each other, not to mention that they are unified across the country, and the latter is a local characteristic. Many mountain spirits, water monsters, and virtuous monsters will be worshiped in shrines in some places.
There will be incense for people to worship. Wang Xilou told him in the past that incense is a drug and she dare not touch it. Only that *** in the north dares to play with such things.
And those faithful men and women who are serious about worshiping God probably never imagined that Wang Sanniang or Sister Wang, who is a deity on the social altar, had just finished yoga at this time, and silently felt what was said on the Internet that after doing yoga, her ears and eyes would be clear. Ming, the limbs generate strength, the chest generates yin and yang qi, regulating the whole body, and then the heaven, earth and man become one...
She didn't feel anything after feeling it for a long time. Wang Xilou was very good at self-suggestion and felt that she had faintly touched that realm.
When qigong was popular in the 1980s and 1990s, she was so confident in practicing qigong. Later, when she couldn't practice it, she went to the masters in the newspapers for advice.
As a result, someone was almost beaten to death.
After a few years of idleness, I started practicing again. Although it still had no merit, it was just to kill time.
At this time, Wang Xilou put down the yoga mat. He just grabbed the corner of his clothes and lifted it up, revealing his white and tender belly and two ribs. When he was about to lift it to the lower hemisphere, he suddenly stopped, frowning and looking at the bedside, looking straight at himself. of someone.
"Aren't you going out yet?"
"Lie down for a while." He lay back and looked at the ceiling, as if there was something interesting there.
….
"Master wants to change clothes."
Feng Wuli reached out and took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, turned his back to the door and started playing. He said nothing, showing by his actions that he was looking at his mobile phone and would not watch her change clothes.
"Can't you get up?"
"..." I can't hear it.
"...I'll count to three." Her voice became stronger.
Although it's not that I haven't been seen before, it's a matter of attitude. I haven't even gotten married yet, and I know I'm fooling around every day.
She is still a young lady.
At least it has to be done half-heartedly.
When Feng Wuli was kicked out of the room, Po Nuli happened to come out of the room wearing slippers and nightgown, sleepily saying good morning to Feng Wuli.
"What time did you go to bed last night?" Feng Wuli fiddled with a piece of her hair that was sticking up high.
"Eight o'clock." Her voice was soft and delicate.
Feng Wuli looked at the wall clock, it was now half past nine.
"Where are Wanwan and the others, why are no one here?"
"Chifu took them to the flower market this morning to watch the lion dance and wandering gods."
"Why don't you follow?" Feng Wuli noticed that her hair was messy and used his fingers as a comb to straighten her hair, like moving a big dog that couldn't wake up.
"The sky was gloomy at that time, and I said it was going to rain so I wouldn't go, but I didn't expect it wouldn't start raining now when I woke up."
Po Nu hit the snake with a stick and leaned in Feng Wuli's arms, saying that he was so tired and sleepy and needed a good morning kiss to wake up the beautiful New Year's Day.
After thinking for a while, she said, "Why are you standing at the door alone?"
"Wang Xilou is changing clothes inside." He also wanted to change into pajamas and pants, but his clothes were still inside. He had just left in a hurry and hadn't taken them yet.
"She kicked you out?"
"Well."
"That's unreasonable!"
Po Nu immediately defended him: "If she doesn't show it to you, I will give it to you. Come back to the room with me!" Whatever Wang Xilou can give, I, Po Nu, can do the same!
"..."
"I can also give you a sense of participation!" What Wang Xilou cannot give, I, Po Slave, can also give you!
"..."
"Do you have the confidence to help me put on my underwear?"
Feng Wuli wanted to refuse, and he did, but he was too kind to refuse. Just as he was about to agree, Chifu, who had taken Wanwan and Ye Ji out to visit the flower market, had already returned.
She went upstairs holding a bouquet of flowers and frowned at the two of them: "What are you two doing so early in the morning?"
"I'm going to brush my teeth."
"Why does Wang Xilou take so long to change clothes? My clothes are still inside."
The two of them followed the good and the good.
"Good morning, Mr. Feng Wuli!" Wanwan was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand and a black cat on her head.
"Where did you buy the flowers?"
"There are many people selling flowers on the street. This was given to us by a flower fairy selling flowers." Wanwan was looking for a vase in a hurry.
"No wonder, there are very few platycodon flowers blooming so beautifully this season."
"That's what Chifugi said back then!"
"I'll get you a vase to keep. The flowers planted by the flower fairy will bloom for a long time."
The morning noodles were already cooked, and Feng Wuli sat in the yard and ate while looking at his phone.
The sky is gray and foggy, and the air is so humid that it can squeeze out water. The temperature has dropped again today, probably only two or three degrees.
After going to bed last night, many groups were chatting up to 99+ in the early morning. Feng Wuli didn’t like Shui Group. If you scroll down, you can see a lot of red dots.
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He looked at them one by one and answered them one by one.
Su Xiaoxin gave him a five hundred red envelope, and Director Yang gave him a two hundred red envelope, as well as the monsters and practitioners he knew living in Junsha.
Feng Wuli accepted them one by one, and responded with different words depending on the relationship.
There are also those who simply wish the New Year without giving any red envelopes.
Jiang Nao actually sent him a red envelope, 88. She probably had been weighing the size of the red envelope for a long time, but in fact, 88 yuan was about the same among classmates.
Feng Wuli took it and returned a hundred.
Feng Wuli: Happy New Year
It's rare that he doesn't reply immediately, he must be busy. After all, in a big family, there must be many relatives and rules, unlike me, who sleeps until almost ten o'clock on the first day of the new year.
By the time Wang Xilou came downstairs wearing thick clothes, Feng Wuli had already put away the bowl and looked up at Wang Xilou who had his hands in his pockets.
The skin on her face was exposed all over her body, and her face was pink and tender because of the cold, making her look very young.
"Happy New Year." Feng Wuli said.
"Um?"
Wang Xilou was stunned: "Happy New Year, it's another year, you've already lost 19 cents and 20 cents.
I brought you back and you are still so young..."
Feng Wuli reminded her: "Master, happy New Year."
She hummed twice and walked up to Feng Wuli to look up at the young apprentice. She reached out and grabbed his nose in annoyance and took out a red envelope from her pocket.
"Since you behaved well last year, Master will give you a big red envelope."
Just as Feng Wuli was about to take it, the red envelope was put away again.
She raised it high and pretended to be fierce: "You have to say something nice, or I won't give it to you!"
It’s an old trick every year. When I was a kid, I wasn’t tall enough and couldn’t reach it when I jumped. I pinched my trousers unreasonably, looked up, and tried my best to say blessings.
Now he just feels funny. This person couldn't beat him several years ago. Why doesn't he have a long memory?
Wang Xilou only felt his body light up. He was picked up by his little apprentice under his arms, his feet could not even touch the ground. Then he was placed on the table in the yard and sat down.
But when she was sitting on the table, she was still not as tall as the person in front of her. She could only raise her head blankly and look at the man who was lowering his head.
She wanted to say, you just finished eating the noodles and your mouth is still greasy, so don't kiss Master, but as you are celebrating the New Year, you will forgive this rebellious disciple for his treason.
The hand holding the red envelope gradually loosened, and her eyes were confused. She didn't know when it was taken away. A few drops of water fell on her face. Seeing that it was about to rain, the two separated.
Wang Xilou pursed his lips, probably out of shyness, and deliberately changed the topic: "Well! You haven't said a few nice words yet!"
"Go back to the house quickly, it's drizzling." He squeezed the red envelope he grabbed. It should be three or four hundred yuan.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xilou snorted from behind, and Feng Wuli turned around and wondered if this person was stupid for kissing him, and what he was enjoying inexplicably.
But he saw Wang Xilou clasping his fists at him: "It turns out to be Your Excellency Mao Maoyu. I'm disrespectful. I'm Wang Xilou."
Stupid zombie.
The mountains are full of pine nuts
