The shading of the curtains is very good, it is a thickened model specially bought by the wind for his own zombies, and even during the day after it is closed, it can't see a little light, let alone just six o'clock now, and the sky is still dark.

The dark room is not real, perhaps it is for this reason that Wang Xilou did not twist at all, and sat on the edge of the bed and dressed generously.

After the loose and comfortable home clothes were put on their heads, they then pulled the corners of their clothes and pulled them down to cover the woman's perfect waist and purple underwear straps, and then pulled out the hair that was tucked into the clothes behind the back of the head with the back of his hand, shook his head, and made the hair on the back regular, took a wooden hairpin on the bedside table with his right hand, coiled the hair into a strand with both hands, and constantly wound it, and finally inserted the hairpin, leaving only a few strands of hair on the neck.

She got up, straightened her clothes, patted it, and was about to look back before going out, and saw that the little apprentice was still looking at her, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Why do you keep looking at Master?"

「…… The first time I saw you, well, seeing you like this, this feeling of watching you get out of bed, it's hard to say, it feels so good anyway."

"Didn't you see it when you were at your uncle's house?"

"You slept in your underwear."

"Master was a little embarrassed at that time."

"Excuse me?"

She pretended to sigh helplessly, "I've been studied by some archaeologist for one night, so what can I do if I'm embarrassed?"

「……」

The little zombie laughed, stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped him on the forehead a few times: "You sleep for a while, it's only six o'clock."

Feng Wuli is really sleepy, last night to the little zombie to send a whole night of spiritual power, some of the emptiness that has been drained, there is a feeling of all-night sleeper.

When I close my eyes, my mind is full of the back I just had.

I just can't sleep.

……

At half past six, the early morning of late autumn was cold, the sparse vehicles on the street seemed to be very wide, and there was only a street lamp far away, which could only expel a small piece of darkness under the street lamp, and the street lamp was white and miserable on the body, and the light was also cold.

The slave tightened the school uniform jacket on her body, pulled the chain to the neckline, and stood up the collar, her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her hands were shrunk into the sleeves, and she walked in the direction of the old street.

This dress is his junior high school uniform, which can't help but make the slave's heart feel a little warmer, it is by relying on the warmth in her heart that she feels that the wind is not so cold, and even fantasizes that maybe there will be his smell on this dress.

Unfortunately, she didn't, she could only tell herself through fantasies that the smell of wardrobe and laundry detergent was his.

She walked about a kilometer, during which she fell thirteen times, hit a telephone pole twice, and was startled by the cat that suddenly came out and almost fell into the construction site, but she didn't care at all, even if she was walking on the empty zebra crossing when she was hit by a driver who was tired of driving a big car and running a long distance and smashed it on the road pole, she also got up like a nobody, the other party looked frightened and worried, and waved her hand to send her to the hospital, but she just said viciously: This matter can't be solved without two hundred! As a result, the other party gave her five hundred, and after getting the money, she put her little hand in the pocket of her school uniform jacket, pulled the coat straight, and walked back, humming a song and thinking about how she was super god just now, and she was in a beautiful mood.

Get back to Lao Cai safely.

The white light in the east was thick, and the fog of the late autumn morning had not yet dissipated, and the slave took a deep breath of cold air from his nose into the entire respiratory tract, shivering cold.

The street lights next to her suddenly went out automatically, the girl at the intersection slowly raised her head, the sky of the old street was an intricate black cable, the iron box on the telephone pole, she exhaled with a fine white mist, the sky was in a process of slowly brightening, and it would be completely bright and transparent in another twenty minutes.

The sleepy-eyed neighbors of the old street opened the door and came out, wearing autumn pants, greeting in a lazy tone, going out to pour water and garbage, sanitation workers sitting on the side of the road eating steamed buns, the uncle in the white vest holding a small steel cannon drove out slowly, and there were children scolding early in the morning.

Some elderly people have begun to go out to buy groceries and carry a basket.

"Where did Xiao Wang go so early?" An old lady accosted her.

Slave

Almost a second into the state, smiled and replied, "Just went for a morning run, little ...... Aunt Su left so early?"

If there was a point where she and Wang Xilou could be distinguished in temperament just now, then now it has completely disappeared, even if the wind is unreasonable, she can't recognize it.

They share the identity of Wang Xilou and share all interpersonal relationships, because they are Wang Xilou.

"Harm, if you don't go early, you'll run out of good meat." Su Yi complained.

"yes, I'll go back and change my clothes and get ready to go."

"Then we'll have to hurry."

"I'll turn on the battery."

"Yes."

He took out the key and went back to the incense shop, but the door opened by itself.

The two Wang Xilou met at the door, Lu Nu blinked, grinned, hugged Wang Xilou's waist, and put the weight of the whole person on her.

"I'm so tired." She let out a cloudy breath.

"Going out all night again."

Wang Xilou patted her head angrily, turned around and went back to the house.

The slave hugged her waist and stepped back.

"Don't hold me, you're so heavy."

「？？」

Wang Xilou took an extra pendant on his body and went back to the yard to make breakfast: "Eat breakfast? Or do you want to go back to rest in the shadows?"

"Eat! There are still fish balls in the refrigerator, is it impossible?"

「…… Let go."

If the slave hugged Wang Xilou's waist, it would hinder "herself" work, so she changed to wrap her hands around Wang Xilou's neck from behind, and the whole person hung on her back, with her head resting on her shoulder, watching her go to the well to fetch water, boil water, cut green onions, and take two cakes of noodles.

The two kept talking, and the slave chattered a little, saying what he had encountered, who he had met, and a boy had been added to WeChat, if it bothered you, you should not pay attention, Wang Xilou would occasionally take a sentence or two, asking if she wanted to get an identity, and the slave shook his head again and again and said no.

"I forgot if I added salt, you taste it."

"Why don't you taste it yourself?"

"It's all because you keep talking to me, I forgot."

"Shhhh......h Plus."

"Don't stick to me, go over there and sit there."

"Your hair is a little loose, I'll tie it back for you."

「……」

This picture is rather strange, but inexplicably warm.

Upstairs, while wearing a school uniform jacket, Feng Wuluo, who was about to go downstairs, saw the scene of the yard from the window, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then went downstairs.

Wang Xilou, who was about to fetch another bucket of water in the courtyard, turned around and looked up, and the slave was still hanging behind her and looked up the same, looking at him with two identical faces, laughing at the same time.

The morning fog just dispersed, and the yard at this time drifted away like a cloud blocking the sunlight of the playground at noon in summer, and the brightness bar continued to pull from the lowest to the highest, and this morning quickly became bright.

The bucket entered the bottom of the well and plopped, and there was a splash of water, and the bucket and the wall of the well collided back and forth to make a cooing sound.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Good morning, little apprentice."

"The slave is back...... I can't sleep when I wake up, so go back to school early to see if I have any homework left unwritten."

Wang Xilou muttered in a low voice, "What are you calling a little apprentice, your memory is not as good as that from twelve years ago to now."

"Heh, you actually accepted him as an apprentice, did you want to accept him as an apprentice at that time? I'm embarrassed to debunk you, I know what you think, wait for me to substitute what I think...... Oh yes, instilled in me from a young age that you want to marry me when you grow up, and then ......."

"Shut up, eat your breakfast!"

"Little apprentice, she murdered me!"

Feng Wuli silently brought a bowl of noodles to the courtyard and sat down.

Quarreling with himself, how can he persuade him.

The slave also took a bowl of noodles and sat next to Feng Wuli.

"How about the little apprentice? Is it delicious, I made it?" Lu Nu asked expectantly, and consciously attributed Wang Xilou's credit to himself.

Wang Xilou also

I didn't care, I looked in the mirror in the kitchen, and the hair that Lu Nu gave her was quite good-looking, a pinch to the back of her head, clean and gentle and generous.

Master is so good-looking.

Take a photo and send it to Moments.

What a move.

Feng Wuli glanced at the kitchen, the little zombie has changed from a post-50s lady to a post-70s aunt, and has begun to be interested in some things that middle-aged women like.

It's a trend that she's jumping up to.

The circle of friends she posted was so hilarious, and the slave complained a few days ago that she sent a colorful silk scarf to take pictures.

As a result, Wang Xilou took her mobile phone the next day and asked the wind unreasonable, what color is good to buy, she thinks it looks good to take a picture with a silk scarf fluttering in the wind.

Feng was unreasonably silent for a long time, and picked a purple one for her, Wang Xilou Tuhi is not a day or two, girlfriends are like aunts, little girls don't have old sisters-in-law who will hurt people.

The little zombie glanced back at the two of them.

"You two hurry up and eat, I'm going to wash the dishes."

The two shrank their heads and quickened their eating.

The fish balls and poached eggs in his bowl were sandwiched by the wind unreasonably, "Do you want to drink water, little apprentice?" Shall I pour water for you?"

"No need, you can eat quickly, she will scold you again in a minute."

"When she scolds me, she scolds herself."

Wang Xilou: "......"

"How can I eat it until the corners of my mouth are oily."

"Really, can the little apprentice help me wipe it?"

Feng unreasonably smiled and took out a piece of paper from her schoolbag, carefully wiped it for her, and let him do it in a daze, getting too close to feel the other party's temperature and touch, so close that she could touch it as soon as she raised her hand.

"I'm done eating, I'll go first, do you want to go into the shadows to rest or go back to sleep and rest?"

Only then did the slave come to his senses.

She leaned forward and slowly hugged him, and gently kissed him on the face with the corner of her mouth that had just been wiped clean by the wind, and then became a shadow of him.

Feng got up unreasonably to get the bicycle, said a word to the little zombie and went out.

Wang Xilou looked at the remaining half of the noodles in the slave, sat down to eat, and after eating, he took two bowls back to the kitchen to wash, and was ready to go up and wake Wanwan up.

……

Just after seven o'clock, the door of the school gate is full of birds, and the golden sunshine at this point only has color, no temperature.

There was no doubt that he was the first to arrive in the classroom, earlier than the top students in the dormitory, which made him feel that he was really hard.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Feng unreasonably went to fetch water, went to the toilet, washed his face, cleaned up the drawers, and the school wake-up bell rang at seven o'clock, and he was shocked to find that he would also have time to tie the spirit.

Honestly take out this exercise book.

The first person in the class appeared.

A playful girl from the very athletic department, a future classmate of Miyagi from Japan, the relationship between the two is quite good.

She seemed surprised that the wind was unreasonable, but she still greeted, "Morning."

"Early."

Feng Wuli just lowered his head and looked at the scroll again, and another one entered the front door.

Sports Committee member of the University of People's Republic of China, Comrade Lu Zhisheng.

He was also surprised that Feng Wuli was there, but he also said hello: "It's so early."

"It's early."

He didn't say hello to Miyagi Mirai, or neither of them said hello, it's all so weird.

「……」

Feng Wuli sat at the front of the classroom, and the two goods were behind him, one on the left and one on the right.

He had a feeling that the two of them had agreed to come back together early, that is, when there was no one, but because he was there, they didn't say anything.

Wind unreasonably, feeling like he shouldn't be here.

Maybe in a few minutes, more and more students will come back, but these few minutes are so tormenting.

If they chatted and said a few words, it would be nothing, the problem was that these two people had so many topics in the past, and they were actually here at this time

There was silence behind him.

Finally, they spoke, but Feng Wuli only felt regret that he hadn't gone out just now.

Miyagi Miyagi's cold female voice broke the silence: "Knock it out? Or are you born?"

The refill of the wind unreasonable mechanical pencil snapped and snapped.

The second bell rang, the bell on the blackboard in the classroom covered everything, and the unreasonable classmates calmed down in the more than ten seconds of bells.

There are more than 4,000 students in this school, and each of them has his own youthful pains and beauty, which are all unique to him, worth recalling, maybe not very happy, even a little bad, but still shining days.

In the next five minutes, Feng Wuli sat in front as a passerby, attending the end of the two youths behind.

Both of them are school figures, and Feng Wuli can't help but wonder if the two of them are the protagonists, will it be a very interesting youth romance.

Miyagi Miyagi's tone was indifferent, as if it didn't matter anything, Lu Zhisheng's voice was low, not as straightforward as in the past.

The book says that the young man with green mountains and green waters, always followed by a little girl, the beginning of the story is beautiful, but the last scene of the ending is in front of a stone on the edge of the cliff, with two swords and a pot of wine.

One after another, people entered the classroom, and the school gradually became mockery.

The little beauty at the same table was surprised to see him arrive so early, and greeted him with a smile.

"Why is it so early today, shouldn't you be late for the first class at half past eight?"

"I'd rather be late next time." Feng Wuli's expression was a little heavy.

Jiang Hao thought he was weird, pulled out a chair and sat down, his legs together, wearing clean white round-toed cloth shoes today, and the white cotton socks with bare feet had a bear pattern.

Feng Wuli's gaze has been on her feet, and for Jiang Hao, who has been paying attention to his movements, the gaze is a little hot, and she doesn't know where to put her feet for a while.

"Your shoelaces are loose."

She glanced down.

「…… Thank you."