The old lady was peaceful.

She thought she would be very excited, she would be uncontrollable, she would be in tears, but it didn't turn out.

She just suddenly felt very tired.

Buried in Wang Xilou's arms, she, an old man of the old era who has reached the age of eighty-seven, can still lean on someone else's arms and call out to Sister A.

The two reminisced.

The old lady asked the people in the yard to prepare dinner, and she wanted to talk to Sister A.

Most people think that the old lady is already stupid, or is this little girl called Ah Jie?

She didn't explain, and she didn't jump her face and say in a cliché plot, "Grandma, have you been deceived by this yellow-haired girl, and everyone is busy with their own affairs."

There are also a few people who know a little bit, such as the old lady's third daughter and her child.

Now he is also an old man in his fifties and sixties.

"Aunt Wang." An old man from the Mediterranean greeted Wang Xilou, this is Wang Sanxi'er.

"Go, don't bother me to catch up with your aunt."

The old man sneered, went into the house and moved a chair for Wang Xilou, and asked Wang Xilou to sit next to his grandmother, Wang Xilou patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile that it was so big.

"Fifty-two." The old man laughed.

This saw the corners of the young people's eyes jump.

But whether it was the grandmother or the fourth grandfather, he didn't say anything.

They were whispering, and a few young people found the two siblings, but they were also confused, and just said what they encountered when they went to the incense and candle shop.

Then they looked at the boy who was sitting in a corner with no one at the table.

Feng Wuli ate a very hearty meal, sitting at the young man's table, he didn't know anyone around him, but he didn't delay him from eating.

He thought it would be very high-end, with Michelin-starred chefs performing and painting at the same time, and then everyone was so hungry that they almost took two more breaths of air and thought they were full, but in fact they were not.

At least you can eat enough, the dishes look beautiful, and it won't be very strange, these two tables are probably great-grandchildren, full of more than 20 people, and divided into a table about 20 years old, and a table about 10 years old.

The wind is unreasonable to share a table with the child.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Boiling water cabbage." A little sister with a ball head next to her is very well-behaved and not afraid of life.

"Awesome." He'd heard it, but it was the first time he'd seen it.

"This one wants to drink soup, brother, I'll help you."

"Do you eat like this every meal?"

"No, we don't usually come to Grandma's place to eat, and Grandpa Cao cooks today, and Grandpa Cao used to cook when the Chinese New Year was approaching."

"Who is Grandpa Cao?"

"It's a grandfather who cooks."

Feng Wuli is probably clear, it shouldn't be the chef at home, maybe he was invited back from somewhere else.

The life of a rich man!

He took a sip of the soup and didn't taste how good it was, but it didn't matter, he only ate the expensive ones today, not the right ones.

Someone takes the initiative to talk to Feng unreasonably, and Feng Wuli is also very polite, but he will not take the initiative to provoke the conversation, and when people ask, he will say, and if he shouldn't answer, he won't answer.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening after eating.

Wang Xilou said goodbye to Jiang Ling'er, and they booked a hotel.

The old lady held Wang Xilou's hand tightly, and the withered branch-like hand was in stark contrast to Wang Xilou's delicate skin.

The sky began to snow, and the snow in the north was sandwiched in the chaotic wind, which was not romantic at all, and it hurt people.

"Let them send you."

"No, I'm going to hang out with him, and some people are still uncomfortable, and they haven't been to the capital yet."

"Sister ......"

"Come in and sit, it's cold outside." Wang Xilou put on his hat and pressed it down.

The old lady was sent to the front of the hospital.

"Sister, I'll send it here."

Wang Xilou turned around and looked at the old man standing in the wind and snow, the other party was carrying his back and no longer followed.

"Just send it here."

The two are old

Mrs. Farewell.

Sixty years ago, it was her and Wang Sanxi who left under her farewell, and now she is watching Sister A say goodbye to her, but she is already old, and she is still young.

The old lady looked at the courtyard behind her, there was still a large family in the courtyard, she turned around and walked, and ran away from Wang Xilou in the snowy night.

They all know that if they say goodbye this time, they will probably not see each other again in this life.

The two of them left shallow footprints in the snow, in the opposite direction, and the footprints were covered by the later snow, and the moonlight fell like a piece of silk down to the salt-covered brick alley.

……

The master and apprentice walked on the streets of the capital,

"It turns out that Grandpa Wang Sanxi's company is called Westwood Group."

"What's wrong?"

"The real estate developer who relocated Lao Cai is from the Westwood Group."

Wang Xilou slapped his palms and suddenly realized: "No wonder, the master said how to compensate so much like the second fool!"

"Yes." Feng Wuli also felt that he had taken advantage.

"It should be Wang Sanxi's son, he knows Master, when Wang Sanxi returned to the incense and candle shop, he also came once."

Feng glanced at her unreasonably, "Maybe they think you're an immortal."

It's just a zombie, actually.

The little zombie was a little distressed: "Hey! I should have told Ling'er just now that my sister is having a difficult time, so let her give us more than 100,000 flowers!"

The wind is unreasonable and I don't know how to complain, with hundreds of thousands of ambitions, Wang Xilou must know that the meal just now is estimated to be more than 100,000, and he doesn't know what expression to have.

I haven't seen a dirt bun with money.

"You can go back and ask her now, and you haven't gone far."

"Well, forget it, Master will talk about it."

Wang Xilou stuck in his pocket and slapped the wind with his elbow for a reason: "You can't think like this, people's money is not blown by the wind, make money honestly to support the master, don't think about these crooked ways!"

"Let's go, the snow is getting heavier."

Wang Xilou hurriedly followed.

The snow in the south is indeed not comparable to the north, the snow in the south is light and beautiful, and the snow in the north has a kind of beauty that wants you to die.

But when the master and apprentice are compared, they feel as cold as Junsha, which is amazing.

Now it is more than ten degrees below zero, and it is estimated that it is not only this year, but also the lowest temperature in recent years, and the temperature is very abnormal this year.

In the dark night, the visibility of the goose feather snow is very low, the snow on the road is getting thicker, and the headlights on the side of the road come from afar, like an old man with a lantern emerging from the deep mountains and old forests, passing by the two and going away.

Snow is falling under the streetlights.

Feng Wuli took a car under the pole and took the little zombie to Wangfujing for a walk, the hotel he booked was also over there, and the master and apprentice waited for the car to come by watching the snow next to the street lamp with their hands.

Wang Xilou found that Feng Wuli was looking at the street lamp next to him very seriously, and he didn't know what to think, so he leaned over to look: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

Wang Xilou leaned forward, tilted his head sideways to look down at his face, and then looked at the street lamp: "Why have you been staring at this pole?"

"Nothing." Feng unreasonably perfunctory her, and then stopped looking at the pole.

This little apprentice!

Wang Xilou frowned, always feeling that this person had something to do and didn't want to tell him, and he told him anything interesting he saw.

She felt that it was unfair to her.

The little zombie gets to the bottom of it.

"No, I've heard that in the north in winter, these roadside poles are sweet." He added, "I don't know if it's true, I've just heard about it."

"Sweet? How is that possible?!" Wang Xilou said that he was not fooled.

"yes, I don't think it's possible."

The master and apprentice looked at the street lamp pole in a daze.

A few minutes passed.

The little zombie who didn't believe in evil went up and wiped the lamp pole.

Obviously it's not sweet, and the little apprentice has such a stupid time, she

I was about to laugh at the little apprentice for his lack of knowledge.

And then...... I can't pull my tongue out!

The wind was unreasonably busy taking pictures.

I took more than a dozen photos from different angles, and one one was too close, and I was kicked by a little zombie and sat on the ground with my ass.

He got up in silence.

"What? Master, what are you talking about? I can't hear clearly."

"Master, is this pole sweet? You reluctantly let go."

He was sincere, at least he seemed sincere.

"Hmm! Woooooo Wang Xilou looked anxious.

Feng Wuli was very puzzled, thinking if it was really sweet, otherwise why didn't the master let go, leaving a safe distance next to her (a distance she couldn't kick), and asked her what she felt, but she didn't say.

I definitely don't want to let myself taste it, this little zombie is stingy, and he doesn't share good things with him.

Feng Wuli looked at his phone, the car was coming.

In the past, he pinched Wang Xilou's tongue, Wang Xilou smashed his shoulder with an iron fist, and Feng took out the kettle in his bag unreasonably, the water in it was still hot, and slowly poured it a little.

……

"Didi ——!!"

The car bell rings.

When the driver came to the designated position, he saw a man lying on the snow next to the street lamp, and a woman sitting on her back and beating hard.

Now there are not many passers-by nearby, drifting in the heavy snow.

He panicked!

The master and apprentice finally got into the car, Feng Wuli tried his best to make himself look like he had just been beaten, Yun Danfeng chuckled and said to the driver, "Tail number 904, that's right, master."

"Huh! That's right!"

The master looked in the rearview mirror, both of them were Peugeot, so good-looking, and the scene of the murder scene on a snowy night just now didn't look very scary.

"Not a local, right?" The driver takes gear.

"From Shonan."

"I'll just say it! Shonan came over! Fellow pinch, I'm also Shonan silver!" Beipiao met a fellow countryman, and the driver was in a good mood, just his nine-song looping tone, and he was a native of Xiangnan when he heard it.

"You're here on vacation, aren't you? I'm unlucky, it's snowing and cold these days, and it's been so cold this year."

"It's okay, there's no fear of the cold when you come out to play in the winter." The wind is unreasonable to hook Wang Xilou's small hand.

Being slapped for a moment, he shrank back stupidly.

The little zombie took out his mobile phone to play with the match, and the scarf was pulled up to block his nose, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The driver talked all the way, told the master and apprentice where it was fun, and asked them where they were in Shonan, and asked if they had been where they were, Feng Wuli is not a person who talks a lot, he basically won't take the initiative to provoke a topic with others, but when he talks to him, he can also make the other party not feel that he is perfunctory, and the two chatted all the way in Shonan dialect.

He guessed that the driver wanted to hear the dialect of his hometown.

He had already taken the little zombie's hand, soft and glutinous, pinching and playing like a small toy: "Will you go back for the New Year this year, master?"

The driver, who kept talking, paused for a long time this time, the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, the road was blocked, and the taxis and private cars in front and behind kept honking, so he scratched his head and smiled, and said with a smile in the hometown dialect that he had spoken for the first half of his life:

"I can earn a little more during the New Year, so I won't go back this year, next year, I'll go back next year."

After getting out of the car, the wind unreasonably watched the white Santana drive into the world of black and white, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.

Under the heavy snow, the sound of cars continued.

This is just a very ordinary scene, the lights of thousands of homes, weaving the night of the capital.

"Where is this?"

The little zombie shrunk his neck, there are a lot of magnificent buildings here, both Chinese and Western, under the snowy night, the yellow atmosphere lights hit the stone building, and the buildings in the church seem to be filming movie scenes.

There are also a lot of people, and so many people come out in the winter.

Feng unreasonably wrapped her scarf, straightened her hat, and swept the snow off her shoulders and head, he felt now

Like a cute nesting doll in Wang Xilou.

"Wangfujing Street, I can't finish shopping tonight, but you can go to a few very popular places, I'll take you to check in, and tomorrow I will go to Badaling to see the Great Wall." The wind is unreasonably arranged.

Wang Xilou was happy, and followed the little apprentice stupidly.

The two of them went shopping and eating, and the price was not as expensive as they imagined, but Wang Xilou was still very distressed about money, and he was afraid that the little apprentice would spend it excessively.

There are many time-honored shops here, Wang Xilou likes it very much, she seems to like all the old things very much, old buildings, old streets, old clothes, she sees those things that do not belong to this era, and her memory will go back to the past.

I miss it a lot.

Time has left them with her in this era, and the old people are withering one by one, and she can only see the old things, and suddenly realize that those are all things of the past.

When she turned around, she saw the little apprentice following behind her.

Seeing the flowers being sold over there, there were many couples who stopped buying flowers and left, their eyes flashed, they looked at the little apprentice who drank milk tea, and pretended to say casually: "Look over there, there are still people selling flowers when it's so cold."

"Don't buy it."

「？？」

"What flowers?"

"Whatever." She didn't care, "Just pick whatever you want."

"I don't want to buy it, go back."

"Send me flowers!"

Feng Wuli didn't know what other couples were like, anyway, he felt annoyed, there were so many flowers at home, what more flowers did this little zombie need when he was old.

Feng Wuli bought a carnation for her to hold, and she took it happily, but she didn't smell it lightly like other girls, just like the aunt who went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and grabbed the flowers in her hands, not like holding flowers, but more like taking a handful of green onions.

But the smile in his eyes was full, the same as the other girls who got the flowers, and when he looked up at him with smiling eyes, Feng Wuli's heart was quickly filled.

The two took a lot of photos along the way.

The little zombie's dress is out of place here, looking like a native girl from the countryside, but the smile on her face is very infectious, innocent, sincere, and taken like an old photo of the seventies and eighties of the last century.

"Master's silk scarf didn't take it." She was a little remorseful, but she still thought it was nice to take pictures with those silk scarves.

But at this moment, two men in suits approached each other.

Feng Wuli was immediately alert, because they were all cultivators, and they were coming for them.

The man in the suit did not smile, and walked straight to the street master and apprentice, without hiding his intentions at all.

Both of them are tall and big, the contours of the faces walking in front are like knives, combing the big back, the sword eyebrows in front are starry, and the back is a bald man with a full face.

It is surrounded by the bustling Wangfujing Street.

Feng frowned unreasonably, and the two of them walked up to him about a meter or more-

"We are company people, and we met for the first time...... Lord Wang Xilou."

「……」

"She's Wang Xilou." Feng Wuli pointed at the woman beside him.

「……」

「……」

"Oh."

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