"It's nice to be warm."

She lay down next to the little apprentice, and the steady breath of the boy next to her was extremely reassuring.

She took off her thick cotton socks in the dark under the quilt by the mountain-like stove, reached into the cotton slippers next to the bed, and took off the newly bought underwear because she was not used to it, so it took a while to take it off.

She leaned over, "Why did you fall asleep so early, and you still want to talk to you before you go to sleep."

"Did you really sleep? It's only half past ten."

"I must not have slept, you can take care of Master."

Feng sighed unreasonably and opened his eyes: "...... Say what?"

"Yikes! I really didn't sleep, I thought you were asleep."

Flipping under the quilt, he turned around, the two faced each other, Wang Xilou touched his nose with his nose, and then grinned.

"What are you going to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you before I go to sleep."

"I'm asleep and you're waking me up."

"It's only half past ten, and I'm still not a young man...... It's so cold outside, it's probably only three or four degrees."

"Hmm...... Don't stick your feet up, cold."

"Help Master cover it, you don't usually like to touch Master's feet."

"Whoever likes it, as if I have a strange fetish."

Feng Wuli is very speechless, he doesn't like to touch his feet, he just likes to touch Wang Xilou, whether it is his hands or feet, or his face and arms, he may sometimes have a little color, but he actually likes to touch this physical contact.

"Hehe, Master doesn't mind."

「…… I've found that you really look like a slave sometimes."

"That's all Master."

"She just kissed me, and I thought she was going to beat me."

"What? Where's the kiss?" Wang Xilou is a good player, and now she is a big woman who catches women.

"It's just a face...... Eh, don't stick your feet up, the quilt is getting in the wind."

"Which side?" She frowned and interrogated, as if it had nothing to do with her having been tinkering under the quilt.

「…… Left side."

"Good."

She leaned in and touched Feng Wuli to the right slightly.

"I'll give you a symmetry."

"......" naïve ghost, the wind is unreasonable, really speechless, and reaches out to wipe her saliva.

Under the quilt, a cold little foot grabbed his trouser leg and lifted it up, and then kept trying to drill his foot inside......

"I'm going to sleep, it's freezing, and my warm quilt is cold by you."

"Raise you so big, and warm the quilt for Master every day in the future."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

"Bold! How do you talk to Master?"

Today, Master Bo mouths, tomorrow Master Bo doesn't dare to think about anywhere.

They chatted with each other, under the quilt, the two got closer and closer, and his hands became not very honest, until Wang Xilou grabbed his hand out, he passed five fingers through the gap between her fingers, and the other hand also grabbed it, and finally both of them interlocked their fingers.

Then the body slowly descended, and replaced the great cause of the hand with something else.

Although it is not possible to pretend to be forced at the moment, archaeology itself is very interesting.

Wang Xilou was suddenly excited.

But both hands were gripped, and he was afraid that he would break the kick if he wanted to kick it away.

….

You rebel!

It probably took a while.

We talked for a while.

Then I don't know what time it is, Wang Xilou opened her eyes, looked up and saw that the little apprentice was indeed asleep, she gently reached out and pinched his earlobe, her anger disappeared, she grinned, and looked at the ceiling.

In the darkness, she reached out again and rubbed herself.

I still feel swollen now, why is this child working so hard, is it a lack of maternal love?

It seems that there is a real shortage.

She was a little melancholy.

This master deserves no dignity at all, it's really boring, let you deserve it.

Depressed.

……

At half past six o'clock in the morning on Monday, it was sunny, the temperature showed only 11 degrees, and the wind was unreasonable in the quilt to miss summer.

Although the weather is cold, Wang Xilou is an old lady, she has the common disease of the elderly, and she gets up before dawn at five o'clock every day, and she can't be idle at all.

In a short period of life when Feng Wuli used to worship Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou also got up early in the morning every day to practice a very strange thing in the yard, he asked her what this was for, and the little zombie said convincingly, this is a very popular thing recently, and everyone is practicing.

Later, Feng Wuli went to the third grade of primary school, and he already understood that this woman was practicing qigong, and it was not very popular recently, it was a qigong craze that suddenly rolled up in the eighties of the last century.

Why do you think that the things that were popular in the eighties have been very popular recently, at that time, it was no longer strange that Feng Wuli was unreasonable, but he said very euphemistically, these are all fake, Wang Xilou, don't practice, paused, and added, you are a cultivator, you are very embarrassed to be like this.

When she heard the shame, she really stopped practicing.

But I still can't be idle.

Later, Feng Wuli found out that she often got up early in the morning, slapped the tree in the yard with her arm, and said that it was good for her health.

At that time, the mansion that Feng Wuli worshiped Wang Xilou had already fallen apart, and realized that this was a very stupid woman.

In order to prevent the jujube trees at home from being damaged by her, Feng Wuli stopped her again.

Recently, she began to be interested in practicing yoga, so she asked Feng Wuli to buy her the yoga pad on the Internet, as well as yoga clothes, and practiced her yoga movements in the living room early in the morning while waiting for the sun to rise.

Anyway, if you can't sit still, you're an old lady who loves to toss.

Feng Wuli wanted to say that it was useless to practice this, but thinking that she had some interests and hobbies, he chose to support her.

Definitely not to see the little zombie wearing a yoga costume to practice yoga.

Definitely not.

After inking for a while, it was ten o'clock at six, and I pushed the door out and saw Wang Xilou wearing a high ponytail and a Yu uniform.

She knelt forward with one leg and one leg against the yoga pad, the soles of her white and tender feet were facing the sky, but her upper body was bent backwards, showing her body curves.

The wind scratched his head unreasonably, the floor reflected the light from the balcony, the angle just enough to catch his eyes, the morning air was dry and cold.

"Awake?" She glanced at it.

"Woke up early."

He quietly admired it for a while, the little zombie had a few non-standard movements, and Feng Wuli planned to step forward and personally instruct him.

Then he was beaten.

Wang Xilou got up, moved his joints, and exhaled: "Wash up quickly, I'll change my clothes and go down to make breakfast."

….

"Oh."

When brushing his teeth, a trumpet Wang Xilou with messy hair and wearing a cow's pajamas appeared, and she saw the wind unreasonably occupying the sink, frowning and standing at the door looking at him.

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Food is transformed into spiritual power.

This point is very scientific, whether it is Wang Xilou or a few shadows, the difference between it and humans is that it maintains the energy type of the body's activities, and it is no different from humans in this regard.

Wanwan also woke up, yawning and greeting him, Lu Nu and Yeji seemed to have played late last night, and they were still asleep, Wang Xilou dressed up and went down to make breakfast.

After breakfast, he read a book for a while and rode his bike back to school.

Their seats had already changed, and Feng left the first row unreasonably, and went to the back by the window.

The seats in the class are selected by themselves, and the selection of seats has progressed according to the ranking, and the wind is unreasonable recently, and he has been killing from twenty or thirty in the class all the way to the third in the grade.

The same table is still Jiang's classmate.

She likes to sit in the first row because she is short-sighted and doesn't like to wear glasses, and now she sits in the back with him like a husband and wife, so she has to put on a pair of black glasses again, and now the weather is cold, she wears a down inside, the fat winter school uniform is bulging, and she wears a scarf around her neck.

"Senpai, early."

Jiang Hao glanced at him angrily, raised his buttocks, and lifted the chair to get out of the way and let him in.

"It's so early today." The little girl's voice was light, and she was in a good mood because she had been reunited after a long absence from a weekend.

"It's not too early, it's time to go down and raise the flag...... The chairs are all frozen."

"Buy a mat."

Jiang laughed, holding a glass water bottle with a cloth bag on the outside, she would pour the water after class, and then fill it with new hot water, so that it could warm up the class.

Feng Wuli glanced at Jiang Hao's cushion, the black one was not girly at all, she put her feet on the chair pole, and the whole person shrunk up to look small and cute.

"Do you have any recommendations?"

She said softly, "Just search Taobao directly, it's all about the same."

"I look good at your mat."

"I'll send you the link tonight."

"Okay."

He paused, and then asked, "Just fill in the school address, I haven't tried to send it to the school, should I go to the gymnasium to pick it up then?"

….

Jiang Hao bit the meat in his lower lip, "Why don't I buy it for you, and help you get it back by the way when you study in the *** room at night."

"It's okay, I'll send you the money."

Feng Wuli felt that his skin was getting thicker and thicker, and he felt that this mode of getting along was a little familiar.

"It's not much, just the money for a bottle of milk tea." She meant something, and she stole a glance at him, but the damn Chaoyang came in from the window and shook her eyes.

However, she still saw his side face, the sun crossed him with a layer of gold edges, the young man was like jade, his smile was gentle, her face was a little red, most likely not because of the cold weather.

"Then I'll charge your lunch card at noon, and by the way, I'll charge your meal card fifty." Someone didn't hear what she meant when she said 'the money for a cup of milk tea.'

"......" Jiang Hao silently took out the meal card and put it on the table, pressing his fingertips red from the cold on the top of the meal card, and pushed it horizontally all the way to Feng Wuli's side.

She saw that Feng was laughing unreasonably, and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

"You look like those rich women, handing cards to the little white faces who are raised."

Jiang Hao sneered, she wanted to make some jokes that crossed the line in this atmosphere, for example, how about Miss Ben take care of you, or how much is a little handsome guy a night, Miss Ben wants to pay a month, but when the words came to her mouth, there were only two chuckles like silver bells.

A gentle slap on his shoulder, as a friend.

Suddenly there was a noise in front, and the people in the front row were scolding because those people always opened the door and did not close it, and the wind was blowing in the winter when the door was not closed, and the first row was going to turn into ice, and the flag-raising bell rang in the middle of the noise.

"I'm going down to raise the flag."

"It's cold."

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

As the class got up and left, the tables and chairs rang and the two buildings taught

The school building is flooding out of blue and white people.

"Is the letter coming?"

Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard someone speak just now.

The crowded and noisy corridors, the crowds that stuffed the stairs, the students in thick clothes, the buzzing voices, the sound of footsteps like waves, and the march of the hallway sound players lifted the building.

In such a noisy environment, he shouldn't be able to hear a word so clearly.

Feng Wuli glanced back, then turned around and followed the crowd downstairs.

He suddenly remembered that the school was haunted.

Distracted when going down the stairs.

It feels like every school will have one or two campus legends, and it's normal for them to be related to ghosts.

Like what, in the middle of the night, the piano will sound when no one is in the music classroom, or rather, the skeleton of the teaching materials in the biology class, and I ran out at night, and the girl who died playing with the pen fairy in the girls' dormitory, and so on.

He scratched his chin and went down to raise the flag.

Now that the end of the semester is approaching, I basically teach half a class and then study half a class on my own.

During self-study, the teacher sits in the classroom and goes out to ask questions when there are questions.

When feeding the cat at noon, a little girl came over, and at first glance she thought she had made a mistake.

"Why are you here?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I'm working nearby, so I'm taking a break at noon."

"It's close to here, it's nearby anyway, and I don't have anywhere to go at noon, so I'll come and have a look."

….

"You're still working?"

"I handed out flyers on the streets, they didn't have to look at my age or show my ID, and my salary was paid...... I'm not that brainless guy from the slave."

"Don't say that about her."

Ruler sneered, "Heh, this is speaking for her?"

Feng Wuli's face was a little embarrassed, and he opened the topic: "How did you get in, did the security guard actually let you in, over the wall?"

He looked at him with an idiot expression, "Have you forgotten what my spirit entanglement is?"

Feng was choked unreasonably, and suddenly remembered that she was entangled in her cognition, and it was estimated that the security uncle who walked to the door regarded her as a teacher, or a family member of a teacher who lived in the school, and she was not considered a principal to welcome her in.

It's just that then Feng Wuli thought of another question: "Since you have such a convenient spiritual entanglement, why do you still have to work to make money, and you have to go so hard to find jobs that won't be asked."

Qi Yan frowned and looked at him, "Why are you like this, can you use the spirit entanglement casually, and it is also a thing that harms others and benefits yourself, as long as it may cause trouble to others, I will never do it."

"Then you used it on the doorman."

The little girl frowned.

Feng Wuli obediently chose to shut up.

Obviously a little girl who is a junior high school student, I don't know why I feel so much unreasonable oppression to the wind, it's really a murderous Lori, but she seems to have inherited Wang Xilou's justice and kindness.

Just then, someone came over to talk.

"Hey, senior, it's really you...... Why is there a little girl, your sister?"

The mountains are full of pine nuts