not a monster

It was a sunny day and the wind was gentle.

Wang Xilou looked at the man in front of him and thought to himself, this hand must be held today, and she has lived for three hundred years and has never held a man's hand. She thought that this girl is not bad, our old Wang was still a flower in the village back then. up.

So she chased after her in two or three steps, insisting on supporting her, "Let's just support her. Practitioners are no different from ordinary people when they get old. The street is really lively today, and it's not good to fall. It’s not that I don’t know, I still think I’m young.”

The man turned his head to look at her, thought for a while, and then performed seven or eight consecutive backflips in front of her.

"it is good!"

"another one!"

Immediately, all the nearby streets applauded, cheered, and applauded for this release.

The masked man was unsteady after standing, and after taking a few steps back to stand still, he clasped his fists around and said boldly: "It's a moment of skill, and I'm making a fool of myself to the villagers, I'm making a fool of myself."

Wang Xilou: "..."

When the man approached, he sighed and said: "It's true that you can't accept your old age. When you were young, you can turn twenty without panting, but now you can turn seven or eight." But it is far from the point where you have to support Well, he couldn't help but gloat.

Then, under Feng's unreasonable and puzzled gaze, the young master became angry for some reason, and passed him away, leaving behind a graceful red figure and the unique fragrance of Wang Xilou.

He remembered a sentence Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child, the heart of a woman is the needle in the sea, and looking at Wang Xilou who was walking in front of him, he felt that this was really the case.

Feng Wuli scratched his head, remembering another sentence Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child, if the master and the disciples are unhappy, the disciples should go to coax the master first.

He bought candied haws, hairpins, and rouge that women love, but Wang Xilou didn't intend to reconcile with him.

Feng Wuli didn't understand why she was angry and how she wanted to stop being angry.

He felt that it was impossible for anyone to understand, who could understand the girl's thoughts?

Wang Xilou in front was still full of anger and walked on his own, leaving the masked man holding rouge, candied haws, and hairpins to sigh alone behind.

What exactly does Master want?

This girl wants to hold your hand!
This nerd!

Wang Xilou glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, and sighed inwardly.

Just thinking that he didn't have much time left, Wang Xilou really didn't want to waste time sulking with him.

Just when she was about to lower her posture and apologize to him, she didn't notice it for a moment, and was hit on the shoulder by the passing crowd, and she was unstable and almost fell down.

A hand was stretched out from the crowd, and a man in the same bright red outfit as her grabbed her hand in the bustling crowd, grabbing himself who was about to fall.

She was in a daze for a long time, her eyes were on the hands they were holding.

His hands are wrinkled, old, and thin, while his own is delicate and greasy. When he holds his hand, he seems to be able to feel the beating heart of the other party. It is powerful and hot, and he holds himself firmly like that, extremely firm. Consciously choosing himself, being affirmed, and loved, Wang Xilou couldn't help but be lost in the busy streets of the city.

After making sure that he was standing firmly, the dry and strong hand was released.

Wang Xilou's heart tightened, and he was forcing himself to say something inappropriate deep in his throat, but he heard the man's voice, which was full of vigor and vitality, completely different from a year ago, it was an old and dying voice: "I There is not much time left, so don't be angry anymore, okay?"

She just woke up, speechless.

The hand under the sleeve opened and closed, and finally clenched into a fist.

Does he really not know what he wants?Wang Xilou looked at the mask that had never been taken off, thinking it might not be the case.

I couldn't hold his hand, but the feeling of being held at that moment was firmly engraved in my heart, the temperature, strength, and pulse of that hand.

No matter how you can't forget it.

She still couldn't hold that hand, and the man died of old age. After that, Wang Xilou would look at his hand in a daze from time to time, and then it became a habit of hers, occasionally doing nothing and thinking about it. Just staring blankly at that greasy white hand, spring day, midsummer, afternoon, moonlight, she doesn't know how long this habit will last.

a few months later

A few years later

hundreds of years later
When she returned to reality from the corridor of memory, she found herself staring at her hand in a daze again, only this time it was different from the past hundreds of years, her empty hand was tightly held by another big hand with.

She tilted her head and was staggered, the man just said to walk faster.

When she arrived at the newly opened Chabaidao, Feng Wuli went in to get it, while Wang Xilou waited outside the shop. She stood by the wall and kicked the corner for a while, and after a while, she saw the little apprentice come out with two cups, and handed them to him. A cup came over, and she found it was warm after taking it.

"What is this?" She was curious, inserted a straw and took a sip. It warmed her stomach, and it was sweet and delicious.

"Camellia light milk tea." Feng Wuli replied, and inserted the straw with a snort.

"And yours?"

"Duck droppings bergamot tea."

"The smell of duck droppings..."

"The name of a kind of tea, don't make unreasonable associations."

"Master, drink yours."

Feng Wuli handed it over, and she took a sip, her face suddenly shrunk together, her neck shrunk, her teeth were sore, Feng Wuli secretly laughed.

"It's sour, and my teeth are still frozen."

"Relieve the tiredness."

"Taste Master's, Master's is delicious." She raised her cup to Feng Wuli's mouth, a series of actions were like a cute little girl.

When he returned, Chifu was holding a paper cup in his hand.

She looked smug, this was the trophy she got after guarding the soy milk for three rounds.

It is estimated that Chifu and Suoguan will not buy a soymilk maker. The first two rounds of sales gave the sample soymilk to those aunts. He was moved by Chifu’s unyielding efforts. Divided a cup for this lovely little girl.

Chifu took small sips to drink, firstly because he was not willing to finish it in one gulp, and secondly because he wanted to show off in front of Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou.

Then she saw the master and apprentice each having a large drink.

Looking down at the soy milk in her small paper cup, she finished it silently without saying a word.

Feng Wuli hit two cars, the same as when going out.

"Are we going back to uncle's house to play this year?" Wang Xilou asked on the way back.

"Well, maybe on the second or third day of the Chinese New Year."

"Row."

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we went back. Wang Xilou stopped by the vegetable market on the way, and walked around a few times, passing by the areas where the farmers used bamboo cages to keep the poultry alive. endlessly.

She stopped and looked at a goose for a long time.

……

"What did you buy?" Feng, who was waiting outside the vegetable market, asked unreasonably.

Wang Xilou picked up the whole goose that had been plucked and bled in a plastic bag: "Master will make you a braised goose tonight."

"I can't finish eating." Feng Wuli muttered.

"It just fits in the refrigerator." I bought a new refrigerator today.