Saturday, April 16, was a sunny day.
The weather in Junsha in April has been very hot, and some of the flowers in the yard have bloomed and some have faded.
Wang Xilou and Po Nu were playing backgammon in the yard.
They wore the same clothes, looked the same, spoke in the same voice, and even made the same little moves when playing chess, such as scratching their buttocks and picking their feet.
Ye Ji was stunned for a moment.
"Hey, this doesn't count, I didn't even see it just now."
"Why are you so lazy!"
"You just sucked it up!"
"Did I just have a white guy?"
"I didn't take it from you!"
"Forget it, forget it, hurry up."
"Hey, don't bother me, I just thought of where to go!"
The black cat jumped on the table, tilted his head, and looked carefully at the black and white dots on the chessboard, then looked at Wang Xilou on the left, and then at Wang Xilou on the right.
Ye Ji is just a cat, she can't understand what these two people are doing.
They are all fools.
Coming to this conclusion, Ye Ji jumped down and hurried out to the front desk to find Feng Wuli: "Wuli, Wang Xilou has become stupid!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! She and Po Nu have become stupid!" Yeji kept meowing, dancing and spinning in circles, trying to explain to the boy at the counter what she had just seen.
"No." Feng Wuli explained: "They have not become stupid, they are stupid to begin with."
"Ha! Yes, they are stupid to begin with!" Black Cat was very happy.
Feng Wuli stood up and cleaned up the incense and candle shop, counted the incense candles and ingots, tore off the faded price tags, rewritten them and pasted them on.
The black cat next to him kept disturbing him.
Think of his feet as prey and pounce on him.
Feng Wuli was always worried that he would step on the cat.
Someone came to the incense and candle shop. Feng Wuli looked up and saw that he was an acquaintance.
"Aunt Deng?"
"Hey! Xiaofeng, you're so tall!"
"Are you here to see Wang Xilou?"
Aunt Deng is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She married into a family here in the old street more than ten years ago. She gets along well with Wang Xilou, who is also in the same age group, but she has long since moved to the house with demolition compensation. Went somewhere else.
One of Wang Xilou's good sisters.
This status is quite senior. After all, Wang Xilou's good sisters have to be replaced every few decades, and her earliest good sisters are probably from the Southern Song Dynasty.
"Yes! Is your sister here?"
Feng Wuli pursed his lips.
He didn't like the title of brother and sister.
But there is nothing we can do for the time being.
He shouted inside: "Wang Xilou, someone is looking for you."
"I'm coming!"
The curtain opened, and a woman with delicate features walked out. More than ten years later, her appearance was frozen in the image of a cardamom girl. Feng Wuli planted countless flowers in the yard, and those flowers bloomed over hundreds of years. Again, this woman is the most beautiful flower planted by that boy, the flower of eternity.
"Ouch! Sister Deng! Why are you here!" As soon as she opened her mouth, her aura of a market lady instantly suppressed the beauty of the cardamom girl.
Feng Wuli was very sad, feeling that his girlfriend was really helpless, so he had to comfort himself that age would hurt people.
"Come and sit down!"
"Oh, I won't sit down anymore. The factory is on holiday. I just went out to do some hair care and passed by here. Come and take a look."
Wang Xilou doesn't do hair care or skin care. She only has three cosmetics, an old lipstick, a box of BB cream, and a bottle of Liushen toilet water, so I don't really understand what Aunt Deng said.
Aunt Deng looked at Wang Xilou from top to bottom, with a look of satisfaction on her face: "Little Wang is already in his thirties, but his skin is still the same as that of a teenager!"
Wang Xilou was a little embarrassed, he chuckled, looked at Feng Wuli and shouted: "Is it time to take the college entrance examination? Go back and read!"
Feng Wuli: "..."
He silently retreated to the courtyard.
Aunt Deng familiarly went over to hold Wang Xilou's hand and asked in a low voice: "Xiaolou, it's not that I'm talking too much, but you will be forty in a few years. Are you really not in a hurry?"
"What are you anxious about?" Wang Xilou looked confused.
Aunt Deng rolled her eyes.
Wang Xilou scratched his head and said with an indifferent expression: "Haha, I thought you were going to say something. Sister Deng, please stop worrying so much."
"You still feel young now. In a few years, you will be old. When you see other people's children and grandchildren running around the streets, you will feel miserable. Who will support you then?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "It's unreasonable to support me."
"Do you really want Xiaofeng to provide for you in your old age? If he agrees, will he be happy to find a wife in the future?"
"Oh, at worst, I'll go to a nursing home." She had a headache from being talked about.
Aunt Deng hated the fact that iron cannot become steel: "How can a woman not marry?"
I want to get married. I wanted to get married five hundred years ago. Isn’t that brat pretending to be stupid? She didn’t marry herself out!
Wang Xilou laughed and treated Sister Deng perfunctorily.
But Sister Deng came prepared: "Let me tell you, I have made arrangements with everyone this time. I am just in my early forties. I have been busy with work and never thought about starting a family. Now I have opened a teahouse..."
Wang Xilou felt a headache.
Two hundred years ago, she would have wanted to demolish the other party's teahouse so that he could work peacefully again.
"Okay, okay, okay."
"Look again."
"Harm, I don't care!"
"That's right, that's right."
Sister Deng was finally sent away.
Feng Wuli came out of the yard and asked her if she wanted to drink milk tea. He planned to order takeout, and Wang Xilou immediately put his head over.
Then she also talked about what Sister Deng asked her to go on a blind date just now.
Feng Wuli was lighting milk tea. Hearing this, he suddenly asked: "Wang Xilou, why do you like me?"
Wang Xilou, who was still talking vividly and ramblingly, was stunned. He didn't understand what the problem was and just felt baffled.
"Why do you ask?"
"No, I suddenly wanted to see how you would answer."
Wang Xilou raised his eyebrows.
What would my life be like if I hadn't met Feng Wuli?
She tried hard to imagine that maybe she would become a walking corpse in the end because of her cold feelings, maybe she would be burned to ashes by the stove fire when the Lord Zao came to trouble her, or maybe she would be attacked by a group of decent people for unknown reasons. He became a murderous, cold-blooded zombie.
But now, those are not her.
The appearance of Feng Wuli was the hand that broke through the river and stretched out to her when she was drowning.
"I don't know." She felt pretentious and her face was a little dry: "Then why do you like Master?"
"I don't know either." He also felt pretentious.
"It's just that if I don't have that kind of feeling for you when I grow up, even if I know that we had such communication five hundred years ago, I still only regard you as my beloved teacher... What will you do?"
"What's this?"
Wang Xilou smiled. She seemed to have had such an idea for a long time, so she answered easily:
"If this is the case, Master will watch you take the college entrance examination, go to university, graduate, and work. Maybe you met the girl you like very early, and Master will support you to pursue her. Maybe you don't know how to chase girls, and Master will give you some advice. You make suggestions, and then watch you get married and have children. If you don’t dislike Master, I will go over and take care of your baby. I think my level of taking care of a baby is quite high. After all, I brought you up, so you should Will not refuse."
Feng Wuli always felt that she had really thought about this possible future seriously in the past, and it was really hard to imagine what kind of mood she had in imagining it.
(End of chapter)
