Chapter 222: Happy New Year
At first, the water temperature was very hot, and the water surface was white mist, and the three of them only dared to tap the water surface with their toes, curled up their toes and retreated.
He held one of the feet bare, wiped the instep of the foot, rubbed the gap between the toes, the water surface in the basin was broken and round, and the frolicking faces of the three people were also rippled in circles.
It's like the ladies in the boudoir in the past, laughing and playing in the water, making trouble with each other to relieve their boredom, and laughing like silver bells mixed with the sound of squirming water.
"Don't get water all over the place." Wang Xilou blamed.
"But this water is hot."
The slave is very skinny, occasionally puts his feet on his thighs, and even puts them directly on his shoulders, delicate and weak to say that the water is hot, and the ruler is a little shy, her feet are very small, or the little girl is pink and tender, and when she is grabbed and wiped by the wind unreasonably, she wants to shrink back a little, but she pretends to be calm.
Wang Xilou was very generous, and even took out his mobile phone to take a photo, and also posted a text on Moments, the good apprentice has grown up and knows how to honor the master/gratification/flowers/flowers
It didn't take long for it to be sent out and there was a whole bunch of comments.
Qingdi: Are you willing to let your life's roots work?
Below a bunch of copies and pastes the words of the Qingdi, the little zombie was a little annoyed and kicked the water.
Of course, there are some other comments.
Zao-kun: Come out and go head-on
Shengqing: Happy New Year
Xiangjun: My sister hasn't been here for a while
Tu Shan: Lord Wang, Wanwan's accommodation fee for next year has been hit in your card
Feng Wuli was very helpless, just looked up at the three girls and smiled Yan Yan, and forgave them for some rude actions.
Because of the excessive movement of the slave, he also got half of his body wet after washing, and after pouring the water, he took his clothes and went to the bath, yawning and seeing that the clock on the wall was already past eleven o'clock.
Probably tonight, the fireworks outside are non-stop, and the little girls in the house are especially excited, nesting on the sofa and watching the Spring Festival Gala on the TV.
Wang Xilou was holding her Qing Dynasty hand stove to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and the slave was styling her hairstyle, so she let it toss.
"It's still the first good-looking, and now the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse." Wang Xilou broke the banana and complained.
Lu Nu told her not to shake her head: "Yes, who is still watching the Spring Festival Gala now."
"How long does the first Spring Festival Gala take?"
"I don't remember that." Her intellect is allocated to exposure to new things.
"Eighty-three years." The ruler on the side was showing off the sugar orange, and his expression was a little reminiscing: "The year Dr. Lin passed away."
The two of them were in a trance.
This method of using the deceased years as a memorization method is her old job, and they also remembered it when they said this.
Speaking of Dr. Lin, the acquaintance was almost a hundred years ago.
When the Qing Emperor asked Wang Xilou to do something and go north to save someone, after she took the person to the hospital, she met Dr. Lin, who was still a little girl.
At that time, Dr. Lin was wearing a doctor's white clothes, and she also happened to see Wang Xilou carrying a person who didn't know life and death on his shoulder, and his face was blood coming over the wall outside the hospital.
"Doctor! Doctor, look at this man!"
"I, I'm from obstetrics and gynecology!"
The two little girls were in a hurry, Wang Xilou hurriedly asked what should be done, Dr. Lin said to send it to the hospital quickly, Wang Xilou hurriedly asked where it was. ….
"This is the hospital!"
"Then you save people!"
"I'm from obstetrics and gynecology!"
Doctor Lin felt that he was not such a reckless person, but when he saw Wang Xilou with a bloody face, he had to panic for everyone.
Fortunately, the man did not die.
After that, Wang Xilou ran to the hospital twice in three days, and met this little girl after coming and going.
She always reads books, swears not to get married in order to study medicine, she has a medical bag, and there is always money in the bag, just to help the poor people, Wang Xilou admires it, practicing medicine is stained with blood, and it is inevitable that it is easy to encounter uncleanness
Things, Wang Xilou left a tooth for her to wear to ward off evil spirits, she likes children, and told Wang Xilou that the people she meets on the street in the future may be delivered by her.
She said this with a smile, and turned her head to see the strange woman tilting her head to see the butterfly that landed on the tip of her nose.
Then he grinned at her: "Wait a minute, do you want to listen to the opera?"
"Okay." She smiled and agreed.
Later, the little girl's knowledge became bigger and bigger, and her fame became bigger and bigger, and it actually spread to the Xiangjiang River.
The girl's family is not married, why is she still called the mother of all babies.
Wang Xilou laughed silently, feeling that it was yesterday to accompany the little girl to the countryside to practice medicine.
After many years, Wang Xilou was very sad to learn the news of the death of the deceased, and he traveled thousands of miles to mourn overnight.
I heard that she also delivered six babies before she died, which really made Wang Xilou speechless, and when she retrieved the tooth, she heard the voice of the little girl in her ears.
"Get the forceps and ......."
History is the hymn of heroes, Wang Xilou, as an undercurrent under the long river of history, sometimes envy the clusters of waves on the river, but when she heard her friend's voice again, she knew that she couldn't become them.
"Go all the way."
……
Then again, Wang Xilou discussed that the current Spring Festival Gala is indeed not as good as in previous years, and it is not even as good as the first one.
"At that time, the audience called to watch the on-demand broadcast."
Wang Xilou complained: "It's not like these now, you have to be reasonable to perform a sketch, who wants to listen to the preaching during the Chinese New Year."
Lu Nu changed her hairstyle, "I don't have a TV at home at that time, I remember."
"I watched it at the Qingdi house, he installed a new TV but he was very angry, and he invited many people over on the night of the thirtieth night of the Chinese New Year's Eve."
Wang Xilou also used his home phone to call and let Teacher Li Guyi perform on demand.
Teacher Li Guyi sang nine songs that night, and one of the culprits was Wang Xilou.
Qi Yan showed off a few sugar oranges and swallowed melon seeds, and poured himself a glass of orange juice with melon seeds, looking at himself on the side.
"Wanwan, here you go."
"Thank you!"
Qi Yan was in a good mood, and poured herself another glass, taking a few big bites, she ate slowly but did not stop.
People have seven emotions and six desires, and each shadow is the embodiment of her heart.
Gluttony, playfulness, fun, laziness, Wang Xilou is not a perfect person, she has many small shortcomings, and they are all scattered for all the shadows to inherit one by one.
The little ruler is a little greedy, but she has a strong personality, and she is especially embarrassed in front of the wind unreasonable, in fact, in the eyes of the wind unreasonable, the greedy little ruler is very cute. ….
"I'm done washing, and the shower room is still hot, so hurry up." The bathroom door opened, and the wind came out with his hair wiped unreasonably.
Wang Xilou greeted: "Come and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
"Don't look, I'm ready to go to bed."
Wang Xilou frowned: "You are a young man, you go to bed so early every day."
Feng Wuli gave him a blank look: "It's almost twelve o'clock."
Compared with those young people who only started their nightlife at twelve o'clock, the wind is unreasonable and really well-behaved, Wang Xilou sighed, or he taught himself well.
Maybe a few girls were really excited tonight, and Feng Wuli was woken up several times, but they didn't sleep well anyway.
There was a lot of noise.
I opened my eyes for the last time, went out and drove the slave and the ruler back to sleep, and dragged the little zombie back to the room.
Wang Xilou tossed and turned in the quilt, took out his mobile phone to fight the landlord, and occasionally came over to pull his eyes and nose.
He opened his eyes and sighed helplessly, "It's almost three o'clock."
"Master can't sleep."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"I'm going back to your hometown the day after tomorrow."
"Haven't you been?"
"It's different!"
She frowned, she lost all the beans of the landlord, and picked up the mobile phone that Feng unreasonably put on the bedside: "The nature is different."
"Stop playing, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy."
Wang Xilou put down his mobile phone, rolled under the quilt again, rolled directly into someone's arms, and said with a smile, "Tell Master a story and go to sleep."
The wind is unreasonable and pretends to sleep directly.
"Hurry up, when you were a child, Master told you stories every night to put you to sleep."
The wind turned around and carried her back.
"Tell me!" She shook his back, and the whole person pressed up, condescending to not let him move.
I can't stand the unreasonable wind.
"Does the little girl who sells nuclear bombs listen?"
"Be serious!"
"Once upon a time there was a little zombie ......"
After receiving a punch in the shoulder, Feng pursed his lips unreasonably, looking at a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, he felt that no one was more annoying than Wang Xilou.
After a little thought, he said, "In the year 1491 of the Haiyuan calendar, there was a man named Wang Luffy who went to sea with a wooden barrel, and he had a dream, that is, to become the king of the pirates......
Wang Minxue asked, "Why did you want to go to Shanghai to be the king of thieves?"
"Don't interrupt me."
"Uh-huh! Tell me!"
「……」
How this story is told, the wind is unreasonable, and he doesn't remember whether he coaxed Wang Xilou to sleep.
Anyway, I slept soundly.
In a daze, I felt something imprint on my lips.
He rolled over and went back to sleep.
A chuckle rang out in the dark room.
"Happy New Year, little apprentice."
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The mountains are full of pine nuts