Picking up flowers in the morning and evening

The tourists were all taking photos, and Feng Wuli also took photos of Wang Xilou and Po Nu.

In the past, there were many people here, so it was definitely not as relaxing as it is today. The scenery is indeed beautiful, but the scenery with so many people seems boring.

There were fewer tourists than usual during National Day today, probably thanks to Tuoponu.

The little beggar came over to look at it and said, "The photo is really beautiful. Can you marry me quickly?"

"??"

Is the topic jumping so big?

Wang Xilou went over to hold her, but Ponu grabbed Feng Wuli's arm and refused to let go.

"I can't wait any longer. At that time, I thought that I had hinted you like that and you were still pretending not to understand. I was really sad. You understand now. How about we sleep in the same room tonight?"

The little zombie gradually exerted strength and tried to shut her mouth. It seemed that the two Wang Xilou were wrestling with each other, but Wang Xilou was not as strong as Po Nu.

Feng Wuli understood: "Loss of self-control... can this happen?"

"Hurry up and stuff her into the shadow. Master, don't let this person go!"

"No, there are too many people here."

Wang Xilou hurriedly pulled her away, but Po Nu refused to let her go. He kept saying, "What are you doing? Don't you also think about those things? There is nothing to hide."

"Then let him kiss me. I want him to kiss me. Can you kiss me?"

Wang Xilou sighed helplessly and asked him to come over and kiss this guy.

Feng Wuli became a ruthless family machine. He looked at Po Nu, then at Wang Xilou, and gave her a kiss. The little beggar immediately held his hand and wouldn't let go.

"I like you so much, you are so kind."

"Can you let me sleep on the same bed as you tonight? I want to hold you to sleep."

"Really don't want it? Wang Xilou won't mind."

"Woooo, how about I pick up garbage to support you? I love you so much. I will try my best to pick up more garbage and sell it, and then I can make money to support you."

"I'll kiss you too. If you let me kiss you, I'll go back to the shadows, okay?"

Feng Wuli looked at Wang Xilou, whose face was getting darker, and tried not to show his smile so obviously, and nodded to Po Nu.

His lips encountered a soft touch like that of a little zombie, and then the other person entered his shadow.

Fortunately no one saw it at this time.

Only Wang Xilou and Feng Wuli were left on Sakura Avenue. He looked at the little zombie.

"It's so embarrassing." Wang Xilou said gloomily.

Feng Wuli held her hand, unable to hide his smile. He was hit on the shoulder, and the two of them intertwined their hands.

"Don't laugh at Master!"

Feng Wuli couldn't help but look at her lips: "What will happen if you smile?"

Wang Xilou looked at him in disbelief: "I find that you really disrespect Master more and more now."

The little apprentice suddenly stretched out his hand to fiddle with the cherry blossoms falling on her head. Wang Xilou pursed his lips and said nothing.

Sometimes it is better to disrespect her, and sometimes it is better to treat her as a little zombie, but she will not give up her identity as a master.

Although she liked this guy five hundred years ago, she raised him now. However, he has been sensible since he was a child. It seems that she didn't teach him anything. She was the one who raised him anyway.

The young apprentice must be under the master.

The two went to Jiming Temple and burned incense. They heard that seeking marriage was very effective. Feng Wuli did not go to seek marriage, and Wang Xilou did not go either.

The God of Marriage is not here, but raising deer in the zoo.

After this trip to Jiming Temple, the most beautiful thing is the Cherry Blossom Avenue, but the ancient temples above are very antique, and the flowers, trees and temples have the same colors as the Buddhist temples, dark green, tung yellow, white smoke, and red pillars.

Just the photo of the two standing together under the cherry blossom tree is beautiful enough.

When I returned to the hotel in the evening, Po Nu didn't come out. He probably felt embarrassed after recovering, or maybe he was looking for Suo Guan in there to play with.

The next day they went to the Wang family mansion in Wang Xilou's memory, which was completely unrecognizable now, and then to the village where Wang Xilou lived.

Now it has become a park, where children are playing and old people are doing morning exercises.

Perhaps among these people there is the blood of those in the past.

Or maybe not.

But it's no longer important.

Eight hundred years have passed, and no trace has been left. Everything about Wang Xilou has been buried in history. People only know that he was a terrifying practitioner. No one will dig out his roots, but they are actually here.

But the root cannot be found.

Based on her memory, she pointed to the street over to Feng Wuli. There was a fishing gear shop there and a man was lying on a bamboo chair taking a nap.

"There is a delicious soup cake and noodle shop named Brother Zhang. Master likes to eat his soup cakes the most. It is very cold in winter. After eating it once, master wants to drink a bowl of hot soup cakes every morning.

, but the family was too poor to afford food, and then my parents gave birth to younger brothers. The poorer they were, the poorer they were, the more they wanted to have children, so they never ate it again... That soup cake is really delicious."

It was really delicious. Wang Xilou has never eaten any delicacies since then, but the taste is still unforgettable.

There are many people there every day, and it is also the liveliest corner. Even after so many years, Wang Xilou thinks of the soup cakes he wanted to eat but couldn't eat when he was a child. He is not nostalgic, but a little sad.

She knelt down and touched a piece of bluestone on the ground. It came from eight hundred years ago, just like her.

Feng Wuli also squatted down with her, but it was not sad. He seemed to hear the little zombie whispering something next to him. He didn't hear clearly and asked her what she was talking about.

"I said, master belongs only to you now."

"Hmm." Feng Wuli pursed his lips: "Me too."

Suddenly I wanted to hug her.

They were going back tonight. In the afternoon, the two of them met a monster wearing a huge straw hat under a willow tree by the river.

It was a monster that looked like a monk. He was wearing monk's robes and carrying a string of rosary beads. He was estimated to be more than two meters tall. He was sitting cross-legged and meditating under a willow tree, with a fishing rod standing next to him.

Wang Xilou knew this monster, and she went over to say hello with some joy.

"You know him?"

"His name is Seng Zheng. Jinling is so big. Master often returned to Jinling after he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality. He has been sitting there."

Unexpectedly, the only thing that escaped from my memory was a monster.

But after all, time for monsters is very slow, and it doesn't change much after many years.

There are many tourists around.

The monster heard someone calling him, turned around and saw two humans. He looked at it doubtfully, then smelled it, and smiled happily and said:

"It's Wang Xilou, long time no see."

It has indeed been a long time since we last seen each other, but its tone was like a reunion of classmates after graduation from college. It has been a few years and everyone has experienced a lot of things. Suddenly, they remembered their past experiences and couldn't help but sigh.

It's been a long time since I last saw someone with that kind of momentum.

The clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, I feel a little emotional, but that's all.

"Are you still fishing here?" Wang Xilou went over to look at his fish basket, but there was not a single fish in it.

A gentle breeze was blowing on the Qinhuai River, and the autumn breeze was blowing. The river surface was rippled, and the willow trees on the bank were fluttering. The monk was holding his hat and nodding.

"Would you like to watch me fish? I'll catch it soon."

Wang Xilou knew that he had been fishing for almost eight hundred years and had never caught a single fish.

Feng Wuli asked him what he used for fishing and why he hadn't caught a fish for so long. Monk just put the rope away.

There was actually an ingot of silver tied to the other end of the rope.

"Fish don't eat silver, people want silver. How can you use silver to fish?" Feng Wuli asked with a smile.

"Ah, it was Wang Xilou who said that if you want fish, you have to use silver to get it."

Feng Wuli looked at Wang Xilou, who stared with innocent eyes. She had forgotten about it, but monsters don't lie. She thought about it for a long time before she remembered it.

The first time he met this monster was by the river. The monk was standing by the river looking at the water.

The cold Wang Xilou passed by carrying a fish he bought from a fisherman.

"Excuse me, how can I get the fish?"

"Of course I got it with money."

"What is money?"

"Money is silver, silver like this."

"Is that something like this? Thank you."

The cool Wang Xilou waved his hand and left the river.

Later, every time Wang Xilou saw him by the river, he was fishing there. Wang Xilou thought he had given up buying fish with money, but he did not expect that he was fishing with money.
To be continued...