After Wang Xilou listened to what this man said, he was in a very chaotic state.
In fact, she didn't feel much the same way. Listening to the other party's words was more like listening to a story told by a storyteller in a teahouse, except that this time the protagonist in the story was herself.
This made her feel panicked and overwhelmed.
But this is called 'takeaway' pig's trotter rice...it's delicious.
Wait until a little girl with a fox tail comes back from outside, wait until a talking cat walks around in front of her at night, wait until the incandescent lamp snaps and lights up the dark room in the lake, wait until she takes a full bite They are all meaty 'crooked wheat'...
She just gradually realized it.
It seems like I really can't go back.
The little girl sat neatly on the sofa, her shoulders twitching, and she cried softly.
Feng Wuli didn't know what was going on, so he quickly went over to ask her.
Wang Xilou sobbed and said, "My father and mother are both gone. I can't go home."
He could only sigh, not knowing what to say, and sat next to her to accompany her.
Wanwan and Ye Ji were at a loss. They didn't know what happened to Wang Xilou today. Feng Wuli asked them to play and he would just take care of them.
She cried for a long time, until she was very hungry. After all, she had just eaten two bites of food, but now she was too embarrassed to continue eating.
"The rice is a bit cold, do you want me to heat it up for you?"
"No, no need."
"Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat." Wang Xilou blushed and picked up the takeaway and continued to eat.
It's been a long time since she's eaten such delicious meat. People here eat pig's trotters casually. Is this the world eight hundred years from now?
"Disciple, disciple?" she asked the man next to her who was playing with the luminous magic weapon.
"What's wrong?"
"Master, I'm a little thirsty. Can I have a glass of water?"
"I'll pour it for you."
"Thank you, disciple."
Feng Wuli felt that there was something wrong with this man. Even if he didn't remember it, he still wanted to recognize him as his master.
After she had eaten and drank enough, Wanwan took the initiative to clean up the garbage, and Feng Wuli showed Master the modern equipment at home.
For example, a light that lights up when pressed and dims when pressed again.
"Did you just press here just now?"
"right."
"Aw..." She nodded in understanding.
Then she went over and learned how to operate it. Watching the lights go on and off, it felt even more magical. It was so fun. Hey, when she saw the disciple next to her looking at her, she coughed twice and stopped playing.
Show her a few more rooms.
Talk about who usually lives in which room.
She asked curiously: "Disciple, why are there two pillows on Master's bed?"
"Because I sleep here sometimes."
"??"
"right."
She held her hands in front of her, shrank to one side, and looked at him with a horrified look on her face: "Didn't you say that we, we are master and disciple?"
"...Ashamed."
Wang Xilou's face was filled with panic and disbelief.
Feng Wuli explained that they still had that kind of relationship. They had made a lifelong commitment before marriage, and now they were waiting for him to come back and get married to her after he got the honors.
She felt dizzy after hearing this. How could she be her apprentice one second and her husband-in-law the next.
When introducing other things later, she deliberately kept a distance from Feng Wureason.
Feng Wuli didn't care either.
Soon Wang Xilou was attracted by other things.
"Disciple, what is this?"
"This is television, an entertainment device for entertainment."
"Disciple, what is that?"
"A clock tells the time."
"Disciple, disciple, disciple?"
Feng Wuli was speechless.
She is really obsessed with emphasizing the relationship between apprentice and apprentice, which is probably due to her personality. It turns out that this woman really likes to play the role of master and apprentice.
"Disciple?"
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"I want to go to the hut for my teacher's sake..." She said shyly.
Feng Wuli took her to the bathroom and taught her how to flush and take out the paper towels. He also told her that these Vinda paper towels, which were silkier than the Bujuan she had at home, were not valuable and could be used as she pleased. Wang Xilou's ears turned red after hearing this. Red, I only dare to look at my toes.
"understand?"
"I understand." She nodded repeatedly with a well-behaved look on her face.
Feng Wuli found this Wang Xilou weirdo interesting: "Okay, then I'm going out."
"Um."
When the bathroom door closed, Wang Xilou looked at himself in the mirror.
It's a little different from the one I saw in the water tank this morning. My skin is smoother and fairer.
Eight hundred years later...
The bathroom rustled for a while, and there was a sound of flushing. Then the door was opened. The little girl looked towards the living room and saw that the person was still there, so she walked over consciously, like a little maid.
He asked: "Would you like to go for a walk?"
"Now, now? But it's dark outside." Wang Xilou always tightened her heartstrings and did not dare to relax. However, after spending a long time together, she could sense the man's kindness.
If the other party hadn't lied to her, she had really just forgotten now. She had really lived for eight hundred years, really accepted him as her apprentice, and had really made a lifelong commitment to him... She blushed as she thought about it. .
"Now is not your era. There are many people who go out for a walk after dinner in the evening. It is not as dangerous as your time."
"Really?"
"Yes, and we usually go out for a walk at night."
"Why?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Because I usually go to school during the day, and you don't like to go out during the day. You don't like the feeling of being in the sun for a long time."
Wang Xilou was convinced.
She subconsciously didn't want to refuse this man's request.
It was around seven o'clock in the evening in Junsha, and this eight-hundred-year-old woman was once again shocked. Everything in front of her was unheard of. The city was brightly lit as if it were on fire, and the lights were shining brightly.
She just felt like she was in a fairyland, and the prosperity of the city gave her a dreamlike and unreal feeling.
"Do you want to hold hands?" Feng Wuli asked.
Wang Xilou shook his head like a rattle and put his hands behind his back.
She always felt that she was still a young lady, and even if she and he were privately engaged for life, how could they hold hands on the street.
Feng Wuli didn't force himself. He told her to go this way, and she followed him closely.
There are many old people enjoying the cool air outside their houses in the summer evenings in Laojie. When they see Wang Xilou, they all say hello with a smile.
Everyone around here seems to know me.
He whispered next to them who they were so that she could respond to other people's greetings.
Although she already believed what the people around her said, she became more and more confused when that fact was reflected in every aspect. It felt like the whole world was telling her that your past was a dream. This is the real you now, and then force her to accept the reality of it all.
But she really couldn't think of anything.
She only felt that she was still a young girl waiting to be married in Lao Niuping, thinking about going out to sell the handmade products she made tomorrow to earn some dowry.
This, this is too sudden.
This was the only way she could think of describing it.
It was so sudden.
She felt deeply powerless.
(End of chapter)
