"Don't move!" bamboo

The door of the head was patted.

I didn't move.

He dared to be angry, but he didn't dare to speak.

Wang Xilou stood on a stool, with a ruler in his left hand and a pencil in his right.

She measured her height, and she had to stick it in front of her, stand on the stool with her chest at the level of his face, and give him benefits if she was not careful.

Wind Unreasonable was attacked by a wave of facial cleansers.

There is also a very good smelling light fragrance, which he has only smelled on Wang Xilou. bamboo

"Stand up straight and stick to the back wall."

She drew a line with a pencil.

Feng left the door frame unreasonably, Wang Xilou took the tape measure and pulled it, let the slave hold one end, and hold the other end himself, and then measure the distance from the line to the ground.

"Shhh

"How tall?" Ranu asked.

"It's eighteen-two, you kid."

"Wow! The little apprentice is so tall!" bamboo

Feng Wuli took a can of Coke from the refrigerator and opened it with a snort, and Yahime pulled him on the leg of his pants and said that she wanted to drink it too, and he asked her to bring her bowl of drinking water over.

The kitten slid away.

Feng Wuli said, "Yes, last year's school physical examination was only in the early eights."

"I've heard that boys grow tall until they're twenty-two."

Wang Xilou nodded: "You have been eating a lot lately."

Feng unreasonably estimated that she had to weigh more than one hundred and fifty pounds now, and she couldn't carry herself anymore when she pressed on Wang Xilou's body.

"I'll measure it for you." bamboo

"Master, what is the good amount?"

Wang Xilou was pressed against the wall, saying that there was nothing to do, but he had already stood obediently, and Bai Shengsheng's feet were together, standing upright like a primary school student.

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The results came out, and it was only one meter fifty-nine.

She said that it was impossible, and said that it was definitely 1.6 meters!

I measured it several times, but it was only 1.59 meters.

「…… Anyway, Master is 1.6 meters, and this ruler is definitely not accurate." She began to deceive herself. bamboo

In fact, for the wind unreasonable, one meter six is also short.

The slave also shouted for measurance, but the result was also one meter fifty-nine, and Wang Xilou next to him was stabbed again.

Reluctant to be pulled over, Feng unreasonably bent over to measure her.

The little girl is only 1.45 meters.

Qi Yan was very proud, looking at the wind and smiling coldly, with a little pride at the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what she should be proud of.

One meter and one five. bamboo

In the end, Feng Wuli drew a twenty-centimeter-high line for Yehime, and told her that it was hers, and the cat didn't know what several people were doing, and she was shouting to see that everyone had a line.

On Sundays, the incense and candle shops are also doing well.

Feng didn't want to help, and was driven back to do his homework.

Ye Ji went in and out of his room, downstairs Wang Xilou and Lu Nu were busy, every time she wanted to come to find Feng Wulu to play, she saw him sitting in front of the window and writing, she rolled on the ground a few times, grabbed the air, or went out with her own doll, and after a while she came in again, came in and went out a dozen times, giving people the appearance that she was also busy.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and a path of light shone into the room, half of which fell on the wind-swept paper, and the tip of the pen bloomed with golden flowers when writing, and half illuminated the room.

Feng looked back unreasonably, and Yahime hadn't moved behind him for a long time. ….

The cat stood beside his bed, tilted its head, stood up, leaned down, and changed angles to see the dust in the path of light. bamboo

She wondered why there were so many little things flying around in it.

In fact, the room is full of these little flying dust, but the cat doesn't know what the Tyndall effect is.

The dust flew, swirled, and sank in the path of light, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the boy's room, and a cat stretched out its paws and probed into the Milky Way, carefully playing with the stars.

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't make any noise to you!" She was quick to respond.

"Come here and let me hold it."

"We can't let it be held unreasonably." bamboo

"Why?"

"My generation is very busy, my generation has my own things to be busy, and I don't have time to play with unreasonable play." She said crisply, "I can't play with Wuli until I'm done."

She seemed to have a little emotion, as if she was blaming herself for ignoring her just now.

But he still jumped up, lay on his lap, and stepped on a lot of feet to find a suitable position for his stomach, ready to sleep.

But as soon as there was something going on under the old street outside the window, the cat immediately raised its head again, jumped on the table and leaned out of the window.

She Yahime-sama wants to see who is talking down there, who is passing by, and what is going on!

I watched it very attentively. bamboo

Especially when someone was arguing below, she just held her hands by the window without blinking her eyes.

"Saya is a very gossipy cat." The wind laughed at her unreasonably.

"What's gossip?" She asked, turning her head.

「…… It's just very powerful."

"Yes, my generation is very gossipy, my generation is super gossip."

Feng Wuli smiled even more happily.

"Rub my belly." bamboo

"Okay."

She lay on her back on the table, her four paws upward, her tail covering her shyness, revealing her shaggy belly, and she showed a look of satisfaction when the wind rubbed her belly unreasonably.

After a while, there was a purring sound, and there seemed to be a fan inside the cat, which buzzed when it snored.

The afternoon sun shone on her belly, and her belly bulged and bulged, and occasionally a gust of wind outside the window ruffled a few hairs.

He continued to do his homework.

When she was tired of writing, she took the tip of the pen and gently poked the cat sleeping next to her, poked her bulging and soft belly, pinched her claws, and picked the cat's chin, she slept very deeply.

At four o'clock, he quietly left, washed his face and woke up his mind, and found that his beard had grown a little more in the mirror. bamboo

"Where's the handsome guy looking in the mirror?"

Wang Xilou came up with a plate of cut mangoes and teased him: "Eat some fruit."

"It looks like the beard has grown again."

She nodded and admitted, "It's a little, it's always pierced to Master."

Feng ignored her unreasonably, picked up a piece of mango with his hand and stuffed it in his mouth, "It's a little sour."

"No, it won't."

"Have you ever tasted it?" bamboo

"Just cut it for the eldest young master."

He pinched a piece and fed it to her, and Wang Xilou also squinted his eyes in sourness.

Feng unreasonably said that she must be greedy for cheapness.

"I always buy cheap fruits, and my family is not out of money, and the money is not saved, can I eat this fruit so sour?"

After a few meals, Wang Xilou silently ate the fruit alone. ….

Seeing that she didn't speak, eating the fruit that she disliked when she was cut and served alone, it was a bit unreasonable to be unreasonable.

This woman easily makes him feel guilty. bamboo

He occasionally feels that he is a little too pampered and arrogant.

Feng Wuli knows that he is not a perfect good man, now he may even be a 'good man, very reluctant, he is too young, too childish, he is awkward, self-esteem, always thinks that he is right, he actually doesn't know how to care about people, love people.

He has a lot of shortcomings, the two have quarreled many times, and he doesn't dare to say whether he inadvertently injured Wang Xilou.

After living for so many years, can Wang Xilou still be considered a human being? Maybe she has been a monster for a long time, and the idea of a monster is simple when it sounds good, but it is paranoid and tendonish when it is not good. She is not normal, her love is selfish to paranoia, Feng unreasonably got her, mastered her, her love can be squandered by him, and it doesn't matter if he tramples on her.

Maybe one day I said myself, Wang Xilou, the heart of a zombie really can't beat, let me see your heart, Wang Xilou really took it out and put it on his own

In front of him, he smiled silly and said, look! Master's heart, look good!

But that's not right, it's deformed love.

Feng didn't speak unreasonably, just ate this tooth-sore mango with her. bamboo

Wang Xilou shouted that he would scold that person tomorrow for daring to sell such a sour fruit to her.

"Call me, I'll scold with you." He was so sore that he was so sore.

Wang Xilou giggled, and was easily amused.

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The mountains are full of pine nuts