It was so sudden. She told herself many times that this was a dream. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, she woke up from the dream. But every time she opened her eyes, everything she saw told her that the past was just a dream.
It seems like the world has become blurry.
Only the man beside him became clearer and clearer, so clear that it was dazzling.
He also seemed anxious and irritable this afternoon. After she said she was a little scared, he immediately calmed down.
A bit clumsy, like a little kid, but you can tell that he cares about himself.
"Disciple, disciple..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
She said in a weak voice: "I want to go back."
"Then go back."
"...Forget it, let's walk some more. Let's go for a walk over there."
"Yeah, that's fine. There's a shopping mall over there. There are a lot of people at night and it's very lively. Just treat it as a night market. I remember there was a night market in the Southern Song Dynasty, right? It's called Wa City. I don't know if you've ever been there. If so, If you are really afraid, just tell me, I will take you to a place with few people, and if you have any ideas, just tell me."
He suddenly smiled and said, "You used to yell at me, but you suddenly turned into such a coward. I'm really not used to it."
"Disciple..."
"What's wrong?"
"Hold, hold hands?" she asked weakly.
"OK."
The other party's generous and warm palm wrapped her little hand forcefully, and she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if the two had held hands countless times.
…
After getting through the initial disbelief, what was left was the shock that was almost numb. Instead of adapting to the scenes in front of her, she became sluggish in the continuous shocking scenes.
After exceeding the threshold for a long time, she no longer felt anything like the dense stimulation.
The clothes of a man eight hundred years later were so bold. That skirt couldn't even cover his buttocks. Her apprentice was still staring at that man... He was not allowed to look!
How was this building built? Oh, it’s too high. It’s almost reaching the sky.
It turns out that what was swishing back and forth on the road was a modern carriage, and there was no horse pulling it in front. Could it be that the horse was stuck inside?
She would follow wherever the people around her led her.
Feng Wuli glanced at her and knew that Master Master's mind was already full of question marks, and if she continued to think about it, her brain would be burned out.
He whispered in her ear: "There are no horses in that modern carriage. It relies on other things to drive the wheels. You don't need to understand how it moves. You don't need to understand many things here. Just know it. ”
Wang Xilou was shocked: "How do you know what I am thinking?"
Feng Wuli sighed and rubbed her head. The little girl's face suddenly turned red and she whispered softly: "I, I am the master, and you are the apprentice."
How come there are disciples who have such disrespect for their master!
But she didn't dare to resist.
Weak, pitiful and helpless.
And when he was treated like this, in addition to subconsciously wanting to resist his unfilial behavior, there was actually a trace of sweetness in his heart.
Really terrible!
They were walking in front of a roadside stall in the night market. Wang Xilou was instantly attracted by the gadgets on the stall, those beautiful girl's clips, those combs, and those beautiful hair ropes.
Feng Wuli picked up a fluffy hair rope: "How much does this cost, boss?"
"Ten dollars."
"I scanned you."
"thank you."
She watched him hand the hair tie to her.
Wang Xilou took it blankly, wondering how he knew he liked this thing.
"Would you like to tie it up for you?"
"Huh? Okay, okay."
"turn around."
Wang Xilou feels that she looks like a little daughter-in-law now.
She quietly looked at the people around her. She didn't know why, but she couldn't remember anything, but the more she looked at them, the happier she became.
They were obviously master and apprentice, so why did they have a private life? Her heart was beating fast, she secretly looked at the man next to her several times, and she swallowed several times. She was almost to death from the thoughts that popped up in her head from time to time. Fortunately, the night breeze was still cool tonight, so the shame that was about to boil didn't burn the people around me.
"Would you like milk tea?" Her precious disciple suddenly asked.
Phew, what precious disciple, Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou, what on earth have you been thinking about all day long!
"What is milk tea?" She didn't speak as openly as usual. Now she became soft-spoken, lowered her eyebrows, and looked like a tamed cat next to him.
Feng Wuli had told her many times that she didn't need to be so respectful to him, but it was obviously to no avail and he was helpless.
"It's a kind of drink, sweet, ice-cold, made with milk and tea. There are also fruit tea and lemon tea, which are tea made from fruits, or juice."
"Will it be expensive?"
"We're pretty rich."
"Then, then..." She was embarrassed to say that she wanted to drink, so she hesitated. Feng Wuli had already taken her to buy two cups of cheese peach, inserted a straw into her, and taught her how to drink.
"So sweet!"
She narrowed her eyes and looked up at him with a smile.
Feng Wuli suddenly felt that now that there was no need to worry about her safety, Wang Xilou was quite funny like this.
So I took her to the pedestrian street, where almost all kinds of women's clothing were available.
"Disciple, what are we doing here?" She held cheese and Taotao in both hands and sipped it with a look of confusion on her face.
"Buy some summer clothes."
"Where are the clothes I wore before becoming a teacher?" she asked curiously.
"You are usually reluctant to spend money. You rarely buy clothes for yourself. You always wear my old clothes."
He looked at Wang Xilou's current outfit, his junior high school blue school uniform trousers, paired with baggy white short-sleeves that had been washed until the print was almost worn away, and a sports coat on top.
Just like the school girls in the mountains who have no money to buy clothes.
"Disciple, disciple." She tried to dissuade her in a low voice: "As a teacher, I am not willing to spend money now..." As long as you can wear them, there is no need to buy new ones.
"But now you have to listen to me."
"Oh." Wang Xilou lowered his head weakly.
She suddenly realized that maybe when she got along with this person in the past, she seemed to be in a really strong position.
But it's really impossible for her to be tough now.
She suddenly wanted to know how she got along with her disciple in the past?
The clerk came to talk to her. She was a young woman. She glanced at the young couple and knew who the main consumer was. She walked up to the little girl who was holding a cheese peach and winking.
Wang Xilou subconsciously hid behind his little apprentice. He was so tall that he could cover her whole body.
The clerk was stunned, and when he saw the man, he asked, "Do you have any stockings?"
"There are stockings, what style do you want?"
Feng Wuli said seriously: "Black silk."
"What thickness do you want?"
He said calmly: "Ultra thin."
"I also have a gradient here. This blue-black gradient is really nice. Look at these mid-calf white socks, which are liked by many little girls. Also, look at this flesh-colored one that goes well with clothes."
"Let's all have one." He looked at the little girl behind him and smiled dotingly.
Wang Xilou was so moved.
"OK!"
"Is there anything to wear with these stockings?"
"Yes, let's see what style you want."
Feng Wuli chose a black off-the-shoulder dress that covered the hips, an OL business outfit with a white coat and black skirt, and a girly plaid skirt that covered her thighs.
Wang Xilou didn't understand, so he just drank the drink in his hand obediently, looking like he was obediently listening to his apprentice. He felt that his precious apprentice was really filial, and even bought her clothes. She used to wear old clothes, and it took a long time for her to buy them. New clothes.
She was so moved in her heart.
(End of chapter)
