The ghost that has been floating in this land for three hundred years has returned to that flower shop.

She came back with the strange man who always wore a mask.

The two seem to have returned to a peaceful life,

"Don't bother with Zao-kun."

Feng Wuli said to her: "Zao Jun said that he owed someone a favor, and you don't know which enemy asked him to kill you." ”

There is no hatred between the two, and now the cause and effect are concluded on the spot, on the spot, although this fruit is borne by Feng Unreasonable for her.

Wang Xilou was silent for a while, "If I face the stove monarch and die without life, it is your spiritual power that is too huge to prompt the corpse bones to freeze and survive in his stove fire." ”

"Now that you have no grudge against Zaojun, let's expose it, and don't take the initiative to provoke him in the future."

Wang Xilou looked at him, looked at the mask quietly, and then nodded calmly: "Since you say so, then I will listen to you." ”

Feng Wuli also looked at her quietly, looking at her face like water, and sighed for a long time.

Where will you listen to me.

"By the way, am I a lifesaver for you now?" He said suddenly.

Wang Xilou thought about it, and what the other party said was true.

He can't beat himself is true, but his spiritual power is dozens of times that of himself, so he urged the corpse bone freeze with all his strength and was seriously injured in the stove fire.

"Then I have a request, should you grant me?"

She looked at the mask and felt that the face down there was bad, but she couldn't hate it.

"What a request." She asked with a smile.

"Go learn to sing a song for me, it's boring here, it's good to hear you sing a song."

"A life-saving grace, that's all?"

"Your kindness to me, I won't frown when I enter the sea of fire of the stove king thousands of times." He spoke briskly.

"It's something I don't know again."

"You'll find out later."

She looked at this guy's back, her tone was also mysterious, she couldn't hold back her anger, she actually ignored the girl's reserve, raised her foot and kicked him with her embroidered shoes.

"What are you kicking me for?"

"If you want to kick, kick it, do you have an opinion?"

"Don't dare...... Can I ask for one more request? ”

"Hugh's insatiable greed!"

The two went home to go home, and they didn't die, so they went to the vegetable market street tonight, picked good vegetables and meat, and chose two pots of good wine.

That night, they were in the courtyard, cloudless, and the Milky Way was shining.

The two of them were wearing single clothes, pushing cups and changing lamps, and it was the first time for Wang Xilou to get along with a person so carelessly, this sense of reassurance.

This guy really can't get a drop of wine, just a few glasses of stomach, just sleep peacefully on the side, hands on his stomach, breathing slowly.

He was really seriously injured, and Wang Xilou was distressed.

When it was windy in the courtyard at night, she got up, put her hand on his mask, and put it down again after a long time.

Silently cleaned up the yard, went to his house and brought him a quilt and gently covered it, there were many mosquitoes in the yard, so I drove him away from time to time.

Confused, the wind is unreasonable, as if he heard Wang Xilou humming again, like seeing the little zombie nesting on the sofa, holding his legs and watching TV, and laughing funny when he saw it.

Squinted, but saw Wang Xilou sitting in the courtyard, singing softly.

It's not on the key.

After all, it's the first time I've sung it.

He laughed out loud, and naturally he was discovered, and Wang Xilou glared at him in annoyance.

"Begging for a beating!"

"Spare your life."

"I won't sing anymore."

"That's a big loss......" he said with a smile.

Autumn is coming, and they can wear several autumn clothes made by Wang Xilou.

"How's it going, does it look good?"

"It's my craft."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, Feng Wuli asked her if she could make moon cakes, Wang Xilou couldn't, and the two went to Aunt Lin's house next door to see how moon cakes were made.

After learning to go back to do it, Wang Xilou was always clumsy, with a few handfuls of flour on his face, like a flower cat, Feng Wuli laughed at her unreasonably, so she grabbed a handful of flour paste on Feng Wuli's face.

"Come, let me tell you, how to take care of these flowers, you said that you open a flower shop, how to live is all done by me."

The two squatted in the courtyard, and Wang Xilou turned his face sideways, watching him talk eloquently.

Winter is coming, his black hair is all gray, his body is no longer straight, and he still looks tough.

"Don't keep a zombie face, smile more."

Still begging like that.

Wang Xilou rolled his eyes at him, unwilling to deal with him, so he came over to annoy himself again.

I'm working, he's there with so many hands and feet, and he can't be idle, it's really annoying.

She had just prepared tomorrow's morning, but was hurriedly pulled out again, and she wiped her hand on her skirt, "I'm working, you can make trouble for me." ”

"Come out and see Kong Ming's lantern."

Out of the courtyard gate, countless fires rose into the sky at night, illuminating the night sky and the faces of the two, and the two looked at each other and laughed through their masks.

The two of them sat in front of the door, watching the pedestrians rushing outside, this winter seemed to be much colder than usual, it had begun to snow, and the ground outside was covered with a layer of silver.

The snow falling on Feng Wuli's head is not colorful, but it is obvious when it falls on Wang Xilou's head, he helped remove the snow on her head, and Wang Xilou also swept his shoulders for him.

She smiled and said softly: "You can't walk anywhere, do I still have to feed you, it's like a big man." ”

It was freezing outside, but the figure walking alone on Jiangnan Road seemed to be getting farther and farther away, no longer with a cold face, but with the temperature of a person.

"That's a problem for you."

I haven't tried to feed Wang Xilou yet, not to mention that I'm really looking forward to it.

The two supported each other and survived this cold winter.

Spring has arrived, and the doors of the flower shop are open.

"Squeak-" The door opened.

Walking out of a gentle woman unique to Jiangnan, she gathered the hair around her ears, smiled and greeted the neighbors, and took a broom from the yard to sweep the snow in front of the door aside.

It's going to be a good year.

She always has a gentle smile on her face, and she treats everyone as gently as water.

Exhaled, white mist came out of her mouth, she returned to the yard after sweeping the snow in front of the door, looked at the scene in the yard, and was stunned for a long time.

He sat on a chaise longue, quietly basking in the sun, his body as good as a withered tree, and the mask still on his face.

She said angrily: "If you don't call me when you go out of the room, you won't be able to fall down." ”

"It's not that exaggerated."

"You are now in the same body as a centenarian, and you were seriously injured half a year ago, and you know how much it hurts to walk a step."

Feng Wuli just smiled, looking at Wang Xilou who was talking endlessly, he often couldn't tell now, whether this was five hundred years ago or five hundred years later.

Wang Xilou gave him a blank look.

It was cold, his body was weak, and it was so cold that it would be uncomfortable, so Wang Xilou went to the house and brought him a blanket to cover his body and stayed by his side.

The two sat in the yard, basking in the sun.

Feng Wuli grabbed her hand and asked her if she would be sad if she was going to die of old age.

There was silence for a long time;

Two spring swallows flew on the courtyard wall, pecking at each other's wings and chattering non-stop.

She placed his old palm on her face.

"I'm not allowed to say that, I'm going to die of mispleasure."

The mask looked at the woman in front of him unreasonably, and was stunned for a long time.

The emaciated woman I met for the first time a year ago, the woman who always had a cold face, the woman who walked alone through Jiangnan with an umbrella, and said not to follow me again.

It melted away with this year's winter snow.

The lonely and chilly Wang Xilou gradually coincided with the one in front of him and the Wang Xilou five hundred years later.

The sun was shining warmly on me.

That's right.

He seemed to know what Nameless meant by letting himself find her.