On Saturday, April 16, the weather was sunny.

The weather in Junsha was already very hot in April, and the flowers in the yard were blooming a little and losing a little.

Wang Xilou and Lunu played backgammon in the courtyard.

They wore the same clothes, looked the same, spoke in the same voice, and even some small movements such as scratching their butts and picking their feet when playing chess were exactly the same.

Yahime was stunned for a moment.

"Hey, this doesn't count, I didn't even see it just now."

"Why are you so bad!"

"You didn't just die!"

"Did I have a white son just now?"

"I didn't take you!"

"Forget it, hurry up."

"Oh, don't make a noise with me, I just thought of where to go!"

The black cat jumped on the table, tilted his head sideways, and looked at the black and white dots on the chessboard with a small face, and then looked at Wang Xilou on the left, and then at Wang Xilou on the right.

Yahime was just a cat, and she couldn't understand what the two were doing.

They are all fools.

Coming to this conclusion, Yeji jumped down and hurriedly ran out to the front desk to find Feng Wuli: "Unreasonable, Wang Xilou has become stupid!" ”

"Really?"

"That's right! She and the slave have become stupid! Yahime meowed, dancing and spinning in circles, trying to explain to the boy at the counter what she had just seen.

"That's not right." Feng unreasonably explained: "They didn't become stupid, they were stupid." ”

"Hah! Yes, they are stupid! "The black cat was happy.

Feng Wuli got up to clean up the incense and candle shop, counted the incense candles and ingots, tore off the faded price code, re-wrote and pasted it.

The black cat next to him kept bothering him.

Treat his feet as prey, suddenly pounce on them, and so on.

Feng Wuli is always worried that he will step on this cat.

Someone came to the incense candle shop, and when Feng looked up unreasonably, he was still an acquaintance.

"Aunt Deng?"

"Hey! Little wind, it's all so high! ”

"Are you here to find Wang Xilou?"

Aunt Deng is a middle-aged woman in her forties, who married into a family on this side of the old street more than ten years ago, and has a good chat with Wang Xilou, who is also of this age, but she has already moved to another place with the demolition compensation.

One of the good sisters of Wang Xilou.

This identity is very big, after all, Wang Xilou's good sisters always have to change every few decades, and her earliest good sisters are estimated to be figures in the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Yes, yes! Is your sister here? ”

Feng pursed his lips unreasonably.

He didn't like the title of brother and sister.

But it can't be done for the time being.

He shouted inside: "Wang Xilou, someone is looking for you." ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The curtain was lifted, and out came a woman with delicate eyebrows, more than ten years have passed, her posture is pictured in the cardamom girl moment, the wind is unreasonable in the yard planted countless flowers, those flowers have bloomed and failed in hundreds of years, this woman is the most beautiful flower planted by the boy, the flower of eternity.

"Ouch! Sister Deng! What are you doing here! It's just that as soon as she opened her mouth, the temperament of the market aunt instantly suppressed the cardamom girl's appearance.

Feng Wuli was very sad, and felt that his girlfriend really couldn't do it, so he had to comfort himself that his age would hurt people.

"Come and sit down!"

"Oh, I won't sit down, just have a holiday in the factory, just went out to do that hair care and passed by here, come and have a look."

Wang Xilou doesn't do hair care or nursing, and she only has three kinds of cosmetics, a lipstick that is some years old, a box of BB cream, and a bottle of Liushen Flower Water, so I don't know much about Aunt Deng.

Aunt Deng looked at Wang Xilou from top to bottom, and her face was satisfied: "Xiao Wang is in his thirties, and his skin is still the same as that of a teenager!" ”

Wang Xilou was a little embarrassed, hehe smiled, looked at Xiang Feng and shouted unreasonably: "I can't take the university exam yet, go back and read!" ”

The wind is unreasonable: "......"

He silently retreated to the courtyard.

Aunt Deng familiarly went over and took Wang Xilou's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaolou, it's not that I'm too talkative, but you'll be forty in a few years, are you really not in a hurry at all?" ”

"What's the hurry?" Wang Xilou looked confused.

Aunt Deng gave her a blank look.

Wang Xilou scratched his head, and said with an indifferent face: "Harm, what do you think you want to say, Sister Deng, don't worry about it." ”

"You still feel young now, and in a few years, you will be old, and when you see other people's children and grandchildren running around the streets, you will feel desolate, who will support you then?"

She rolled her eyes: "Unreasonable to raise me." ”

"Do you really want Xiaofeng to provide for you? He agreed, would he be happy to find a daughter-in-law in the future? ”

"Alas, it's a big deal to go to a nursing home." She was being nagged with a headache.

Aunt Deng hated iron and steel: "How can a woman not marry." ”

I'm married, I wanted to marry five hundred years ago, isn't that stinky boy pretending to be stupid, she didn't marry herself!

Wang Xilou snorted haha, perfunctory Sister Deng.

But Sister Deng came prepared: "I'll tell you, I told people this time, I'm just in my early forties, I've been busy with work and haven't thought about starting a family, and now I've opened a teahouse......

Wang Xilou felt a headache.

If it had been two hundred years ago, she would have wanted to demolish the other party's teahouse so that the person could work with peace of mind again.

"Okay, okay."

"Look again."

"No, I don't care!"

"That's right, that's right."

finally sent Sister Deng away.

Feng Wuli came out of the courtyard and asked her if she drank milk tea, he was going to call a takeout to deliver it, Wang Xilou immediately leaned his head over.

Then he also talked about Sister Deng asking her to go on a blind date just now.

Feng Wuli was lighting milk tea, and when he heard the words, he suddenly asked, "Wang Xilou, why do you like me?" ”

Wang Xilou, who was still painting and chattering, was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the problem was, but feeling inexplicable.

"Why do you ask?"

"No, I suddenly want to see how you answer."

Wang Xilou raised his eyebrows.

If you hadn't encountered the wind and unreasonable, what would your life be like?

She tried hard to imagine that maybe she would really become a walking corpse in the end because of her cold feelings, maybe she would be burned to ashes by the stove fire when the stove gentleman came to trouble her, or maybe she would be attacked by decent people because she was ominous and became a murderous cold-blooded zombie.

But now, none of those are her.

The unreasonable appearance of the wind was the hand that broke through the river and stretched out to her when she was drowning.

"I don't know." She felt hypocritical, and her face was a little dry: "Then why do you like Master?" ”

"I don't know." He also felt hypocritical.

"It's just that if I don't have that kind of affection for you when I grow up, even if I know that we had that kind of communication five hundred years ago, I still just regard you as a beloved teacher...... What will happen to you? ”

"What's this?"

Wang Xilou smiled, she seemed to have such an idea for a long time, so she answered easily:

"If that's the case, Master will look at you for the college entrance examination, college, graduation, work, maybe you met the girl you like very early, Master will support you to pursue her, maybe you don't know how to chase girls, Master will give you advice, and then watch you get married and have children, if you don't dislike Master, I will go over to bring you a baby, I think the level of bringing a baby is still very high, after all, you are brought up by me, so you should not refuse."

Feng Wuli always felt that she had really seriously thought about this possible future in the past, and it was really hard to imagine what kind of mood she was in to conceive.

(End of chapter)