Feng Wuli went up to boil water and make tea. The TV was on in the living room on the second floor, and only Wanwan was sitting on the sofa to watch it.

Po Nu was playing with Ye Ji with the cat-playing stick. When he saw Feng Wuli coming up, he followed Feng Wuli to the left and right.

Ye Ji was squeezed away by Po Nu, and the little cat was not convinced.

"Don't squeeze me."

"It's unreasonable, she pushed me away!"

"Get out of the way!"

The silly cat was squeezed away time and time again, and angrily turned back into a beautiful girl with long black hair, and then started their childish game of fighting over Feng Wuli with Po Slave.

Until Yeji realized how strong this woman was, then the fight between women turned into a verbal dispute.

It's still a turn-based game. Yeji said she could follow the trend and be unreasonable. Ponu refused to give up and said she could do it too. Yeji lost her temper and said you can't. The more Ponu said, the more he became more and more enthusiastic, and the more he said it.

More and more outrageous.

Feng Wuli sat on the sofa and waited for the water to boil. Hearing the words, he stopped him and said, "Po slave, don't say these things to ruin Xiaoye."

Yeji rushed over and said that she also wanted to have sex with Wuli. Feng Wuli looked at Ponu angrily, hugged Yeji who turned into a kitten, squeezed the little meat ball and touched her belly.

Po Nu on the side was so angry that the stupid cat had its little paws around Feng Wuli's neck, tilted its head and raised the corners of its mouth at her.

Po Nu's face was very ugly for a while.

Feng Wuli suddenly realized why Wang Xilou had no patience with Ye Ji.

It turns out that the little zombie is jealous, and has been jealous since he was a child?

It's just not as obvious as Po Nu.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

The water boiled, Feng Wuli made a pot of tea and prepared to go downstairs to the yard.

"Grandma Li, let's have some tea."

Granny Li smiled and nodded, saying okay. The teacup was placed on the stone table, and white mist curled up slowly.

The sky was dark tonight, without stars or moon, and the yard was a little dark. The two of them were talking in the yard.

Wang Xilou has a gentle voice, while Granny Li speaks very slowly. Sometimes she thinks for a long time and then speaks as soon as she remembers.

She called Wang Xilou Sister Wang because she remembered that more than seventy years ago, a very beautiful and gentle woman also lived here.

That person was also called Wang Xilou, and she was the woman in front of her now.

Over seventy years, three or four generations.

She told Wang Xilou about the people and things here after Wang Xilou left.

Speaking of his later marriage, he married a boy who was very naughty at the time. He lived in poverty in his early years, but now he is doing pretty well.

In the past, those boys all liked Sister Wang, and many of them claimed that they would do big things in the future, be very capable, and then come back to marry Wang Xilou as their wife.

That woman who is as gentle and beautiful as a ray of moonlight in this alley.

Later, a few of them really became more capable, but fewer came back. There were some who returned home in fine clothes thirty or forty years ago. They came back for a look, then left again, and never came back again.

Perhaps you have forgotten this place;

Or maybe he died outside.

Listening to Grandma Li reminiscing about her childhood days, Wang Xilou also remembered a lot of things. Life was difficult at that time and these little devils were sallow and skinny.

She led a large group of little ghosts to catch bamboo rats, pheasants, and sparrows in the back mountains. She taught them how to make simple traps to catch hares and dig bamboo shoots.

Wang Xilou walked in front, followed by a large group of chirping people, wiping their noses, carrying a two-year-old brother on his back, and a little black dog. Grandma Li was young and wanted to go home halfway through, so she cried in the mountains.

Got up.

Wang Xilou smiled and picked her up.

In her memory, Granny Li always thinks of a woman's face, smiling and telling her not to cry, with the sunlight in the forest falling on her face.

She could not clearly see the woman's face in her memory. The other person kissed her on the forehead and gave her a date, and she stopped crying.

Now looking at Wang Xilou, she remembered those things, and the woman in her memory also had a face.

A large group of people walked away and dispersed. Now, from the group of children who chased chickens and dogs away, Granny Li is still here.

Wang Xilou looked at her and smiled.

Granny Li asked how old Feng Wuli was.

"My eighteenth birthday has passed, I am in my senior year of high school, and I will go to college next year."

"So big." Granny Li was in a daze.

I still remember the way Feng Wuli was a short little boy, running all over the streets and alleys just like they did when they were children.

Today she was just walking around and catching up on old times.

Wang Xilou smiled and said that if he didn't study hard, he wouldn't be able to get into a good university. He also asked him if he had finished his homework.

Feng Wuli rolled his eyes at her, and his tone was perfunctory. Wang Xilou became a little unhappy.

There are outsiders here, don't you know how to respect Master?

Grandma Li was smiling there.

"No, Xiaofeng is a good boy."

"I'm not good at all. I was as stubborn as a cow when I was a child."

Granny Li didn't drink the tea after it was left on the table for a long time. She didn't ask Wang Xilou why he was immortal. When people reach her age, they no longer have the drive to get answers to any questions. People say that the older generation has poor acceptance ability.

, but if young people knew that Wang Xilou was like this eighty years ago, the reaction would probably be as violent as pouring water into a frying pan, while Granny Li was very calm.

She was just thinking;

Autumn has arrived again.

"Sister Wang."

"Here I am."

"The tea has gone cold, it's time for me to go."

"Um."

In my memory, there was a vast expanse of white, and the door to the backyard of the incense and candle shop opened.

Several little heads popped out of the courtyard door outside, and one naughty one even climbed onto the wall and stretched out his head.

She walked a few steps and looked back. Wang Xilou was sitting under the jujube tree in the courtyard. She looked annoyed, chuckled, and told them that there were no jujubes to eat today, but she could take you to the mountains to catch some rabbits, bamboo rats, etc.

Like, do you want to follow?

The little monkey-like guys were immediately excited.

Someone called her by her nickname;

It had been a long time since I heard her nickname, so the man asked her to catch up quickly.

Granny Li walked over, her steps gradually becoming lighter, her stooped figure slowly straightened, but her stature gradually shrank, and she ran towards them.

A large group of people, lively and lively.

The clouds and mist in the sky also dispersed at this time, and a small half-moon happened to fall on the tea cup filled with tea.

The tea has gone cold, and so has the moonlight.

Feng Wuli poured the cold tea on the ground and added a new cup of tea. The little zombie watched him sitting next to her drinking tea. The other party hesitated for a while and extended his hand to her.

He pinched her face.

"??"

Wang Xilou looked confused, "Do you think that Master can't deal with you now that he can't defeat you?"

"Isn't it sad?"

The little zombie sneered, "Master is hundreds of years old, why are you sad?"

"My eyes are red." He said contemptuously.

"Master, I'm really not sad. Hey, I'm just feeling a little sad. What do you know?"

"You can cry if you want. Why are you pretending to be in front of me?"

"..." Wang Xilou felt that there was something wrong with this little apprentice, so he didn't care about it and said, "Give Master your hand."

"Master, respect yourself." He said seriously.

Wang Xilou gave him a slap in the face, pulled his hand over and held it.

Feng Wuli had another way to distinguish Po Nu and Wang Xilou. Even if Po Nu imitated Wang Xilou's gentle and gentle tone, he still wouldn't be able to beat him.

The little zombie's fingers went through and grabbed the other person's hand, but Feng Wuli deliberately refused to hold her hand loosely. The little zombie raised his head and glanced at him, with a strong sense of threat. Under the other's lustful power, Feng Wuli had no choice but to fight back.

Hold the little zombie’s smooth and cool hands.
To be continued...