A green bus stopped at the station outside the hospital, some people got off and some people got on, and when no one got on the bus, they slowly closed the door and started slowly.

Liu Qing's car was ringing, and the wind was unreasonable for a long time.

On the roof of his car sat a sadako.

A woman in white clothes and a disheveled hair sat on the roof of the car, her posture was arbitrary, shaking her white feet, no shoes, one hand propped up behind her back, pouting.

Look up at the night and lift a finger.

It just so happened that a butterfly stopped on her finger.

She looked at the little butterfly and laughed, just as she looked down to meet the wind and unreasonably.

The smile didn't disappear, it just shifted from her face to the face of the teenager in front of her.

The woman stiffened with fright, and the butterflies on her fingers flew away.

After a moment of stiffness, he rolled on the roof of the car, climbed into the driver's seat from the roof, and shrank in Liu Qing's arms.

Only then did Liu Qing notice that the butterfly that had been following him recently appeared again, this time stopping on his collar.

He smiled, and also saw the wind unreasonable who came behind his sister's back.

"Why did you come, slow to death." Liu Xiaoxiao complained, lying on the back of the wind unreasonably, and her legs swayed one after the other.

Liu Qing ignored her directly, the car door dripped, the wind opened the rear door unreasonably, and Liu Xiaoxiao got off his back and jumped in with one foot.

Feng Wuli also sat in.

"Brother Qing."

Liu Qing said with a smile, "Fortunately, your kid is here, there is a game that can't be left tonight, otherwise it will be even later." ”

"I thought Xiaoxiao finally broke her leg by you." He laughed.

Liu Qing also smiled: "It's okay if my leg is broken, give me an An'an point to stay in school this semester." ”

Liu Xiaoxiao looked confused: "Shouldn't I recuperate at home if my leg is broken?" ”

Feng Wuli and Liu Qing both chose to ignore her.

"Hey, are you talking?" No one paid attention to her, and she had to die of misgiving.

Feng Wuli glanced at the woman in white who was holding Liu Qing tightly, the other party was afraid and didn't dare to look at him, buried his head in Liu Qing's arms, and kept thinking in pieces: "Don't arrest me to go to the Yamen, don't arrest me to go to the Yamen......"

There is no one else who is instigated like this.

The wind is unreasonable and doesn't bother to pay attention to her.

The little monster with the fish lips.

Liu Qing sent him back to the incense candle shop, and asked about the college entrance examination, after entering the third year of high school, everyone around him was discussing this, even the uncle next door followed the trend and talked about it unreasonably, it was also learning and taking the college entrance examination, and he felt that the college entrance examination was as important as reincarnation.

Back at the incense shop, he went up to the second floor.

With a bang, the door of the shower room opened, and in an instant all the heat came out, Wang Xilou turned his back to the light and looked at him in a daze.

Probably because she felt that the wind was unreasonable and didn't come back, the house was full of women, she didn't even wrap a bath towel, just grabbed one hand to block the front, one hand grabbed the wet hair, the skin on her shoulders was white and greasy, standing in front of the bathroom barefoot, and there were droplets of water flowing down her thighs to the top of her feet.

After she was stunned for a second, she looked at the young man in front of her and snickered, "Stunned? ”

In fact, Wang Xilou is not particularly plump, after all, she was actually sixteen or seventeen years old before she died, and her body naturally does not change after death, but the clothes she wears on weekdays are either old-fashioned like an aunt or mature like an aunt.

It's just that after living together for so many years, situations like this, which can be a little awkward, must have happened a few times once in a while.

Feng Wuli calmly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to the bathroom.

Shut the door with a bang.

Through a door, the other party's voice became inauthentic.

"Wrap up a bath towel and come out."

Wang Xilou looked at the closed door, blinked his eyes, and sneered after reacting, and took the bath towel to see the scenery in the mirror white.

But inside is in good underwear.

She scratched her head and looked at herself in the mirror in a daze, looking stupid and not knowing what she was thinking.

"Tick"

A drop of water dripped from the faucet, and the crisp sound in the narrow shower room pulled her back from her crankiness, and then she hurriedly wrapped a bath towel and pushed the door out.

The TV was on in the living room, and the wind was unreasonably teasing a black cat and a red fox, and the voice was a little noisy.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel and went back to her room, putting on a pair of gray shorts and a small loose white tank top, and came out with slippers on.

Feng Wuli sat on the couch and threw out a hairball, and the two rushed out like an arrow, and brought it back to him.

This kind of game the little fox likes the most, the tail is wagging non-stop, and the wind is unreasonable and occasionally makes some feints to deceive her, she was tricked out, and found that there was none, so she ran back again.

"Lord Unreasonable Wind, don't tease Wanwan!"

The tone couldn't tell whether it was coquettish or annoyed.

"Wanwan shout to me, Da Chuxing, Chen Shengwang."

The fox's little head tilted, "Da Chuxing, King Chen Sheng?" ”

The wind was unreasonable, and the little fox didn't know what he was happy about, staring at the ball of yarn that was thrown out, and his body subconsciously rushed out again.

Yehime was originally dismissive, but when she saw that Feng Wuli was playing so well with the little fox, she was a little sour, and her little paws stepped on the edge of the sofa, and her eyes automatically tracked the ball of yarn.

Feng smiled unreasonably and beckoned her to play with her.

She snorted, "It's not that you want to play with unreasonable, it's just that you have begged my generation, and my generation reluctantly agreed to you." ”

Feng Wuli threw another furball, and she rushed faster than anyone else.

"It's me!"

Wang Xilou was stunned for a moment, and sat there wiping his hair, but his hair was too long, and he would definitely not be able to wipe it by wiping it alone.

"Go get a hair dryer and blow it."

Feng Wuli threw the ball out and watched the two of them run happily.

"The hair dryer seems to be broken, and the wind blowing out is not hot, so I will go out and buy a new one tomorrow."

"It didn't take long, did it?"

Feng got up from the sofa unreasonably, went to the balcony and brought a black hair dryer in, plugged in the power behind the sofa, and the wind blowing out was really not hot, so he pulled out the charging cable again.

The little fox came back with a ball of thread in her mouth, and Yehime was also meowing on the side, and the wind squatted down with a smile and took the ball of yarn from her mouth.

"Wanwan, Xiaoye, how about we have a fun time?"

As soon as they heard that it was fun, the two little cute eyes were full of little stars, and they looked up eager to try.

Then Feng Wuli walked to the balcony, leaned back, threw the ball of yarn with all his might, turned into a meteor, and disappeared into the night.

And they agreed.

Whoosh, two figures rushed out of the door.

Feng Wuli went into the room where the little fox lived now and found a screwdriver, and dismantled the hair dryer, and as soon as he opened it, he understood what was going on.

"The heating resistance wire is loose, it must be that you usually throw it around, and I will screw it back now."

"I just throw it around? Everything in the house was cleaned up by the master. "This man really came with his mouth open, and whoever threw it around.

With a serious face, he looked at the pile of small parts in his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Wang Xilou's wet hair was draped to the side, and she sat on the sofa with one leg erect, her chin on her knee, her hands propped on the instep, and her toes unconsciously clutched.

Just like that, he looked at his busy figure with his head down.

There was only the sound of the TV in the living room, and occasionally the screwdriver put down by the other party would break the peace, and the sound of the door on the first floor being pushed open and closed came up.

It was very cold that winter, and the masked man was too busy in the yard to stop, so he chopped a pile of firewood for her, saying that it could be burned for more than a year, and replaced the old roof tiles in the house with new ones, and then sat in the yard, holding a pile of wood and bamboo, and said that he would make her a few sets of new furniture.

Wang Xilou was also like this at that time, watching him sit there and tinkering, she looked at him all afternoon, and he didn't notice it all afternoon.

With a click, the electric fan was installed, and he got up and handed it over: "Okay, it should be able to blow hot air now." ”

"Huh? Oh. ”

"Take it and blow it."

"Hmm." She took it in silence.