Chapter 139 Corridor of Memory

Company, in Director Yang's office.

"Hey, are you sure what you said is true?"

"What does Director Yang know?"

"You know who the best person in the world is at playing with memory, right?"

"You mean Lady Meng? But why would she do such a thing to a little girl?"

"I don't know, Lady Meng Po has always been mysterious, and even her legend is vague. Although the prototype is Meng Jiangnu, the story is basically made up. She stands on the edge of the True Spirit River, guarding memory and reincarnation. Someone

She said she was looking for someone, but no one knew who she was looking for."

Director Yang took a sip of tea and looked at the young man sitting opposite.

It is not difficult to make a person forget everything. It is a magical method to make the whole world forget about a person.

"Don't be too anxious. Mrs. Meng Po will not harm that friend for no reason. By the way, what is your friend's name?"

"Jiang Nao."

"The river of rivers?"

"Meng Jiangnu's ginger."

"When was the last time Mrs. Meng Po showed her signs in front of others?"

Feng Wuli shook his head.

"I'm going to check the company information."

He called a female secretary in a hip-hugging skirt, with a pear-shaped figure and gold-rimmed glasses. She was about thirty years old and looked very refreshing with short hair.

Feng Wuli watched them check the information, and finally discovered that the last time Mrs. Meng Po made a fuss was five hundred years ago.

The last time was eight hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, it appeared once along the Xiangjiang River.

Eight hundred years ago, it appeared in Jinling.

There are five immortals, Meng Po, Zao Lord, Qing Emperor, Aunt Mu, and the most mysterious one. There are almost no records left. I don’t know who the historical prototype of this person is. I can find rumors about him, or 500.

Years ago, Lord Meng Po met Lord Qingdi by the Xiangjiang River.

Listening to what the boy next to Qing Di said, Master Meng Po mentioned the immortal and called him sir.

Later, everyone also called the immortal who was no longer photographed in history as sir.

Among these human immortals, except Qing Emperor and Zao Lord who have a stable place, the other three are erratic.

"What are you going to do?" Director Yang asked him.

"If you want to get her memory back, at least it can't be like this. Those past memories shouldn't be played with at will. Neither the good nor the bad should be forgotten."

"Do you know how to find it?"

"The immortal who guards the memory and the eternal river of true spirits... The county is so lively recently, just catch a few monsters and ask them."

He left the company and was going back to the incense shop.

There are more and more monsters on the street that I have never seen before, and they all seem to be chasing something.

It is said that the mission issued by the immortal is to find the owner of Naihe Bridge. As long as you find the immortal, you can agree to a request.

There are still few practitioners, and more monsters come here. All kinds of monsters flock to Junsha, just because of such a rumor.

This is the charm of immortals.

He rode his bike and came to the street.

Not only humans were standing in front of the sidewalk, there were also big-headed monks over three meters tall with bare breasts, following the green light and the crowd; a large shadow clung to the outside of the tall office building; and a huge black goat stood on the street lamp nearby.

; The city rails blasted across the sky, leaving phantom images behind in each carriage. Standing on the top of the carriages was a one-legged man holding a cane and wearing a rag.

It's made a mess.

When I returned to the incense shop, I saw Wang Xilou playing mahjong with the aunts and uncles on the street. The light was dim under the street lamp, and a few flying insects were flying around in the light.

The cards of this little zombie are not placed together. In order to make it easier for you to see, three cards, three cards, and two cards are separated, as if you are building a house. Then sometimes you hesitate for a long time when playing a card, and you stretch your neck to look outside.

The cards that were played were constantly confirmed, and then hesitantly, and the cards that were held were put down and picked up again.

Others were not anxious and just laughed at her.

Finally, I fought out.

Got bullied.

Her face darkened, and the other three families were amused to see her like that.

"Hey, Xiaofeng is back. Xiaowang, why don't you go back and cook."

Wang Xilou said to his uncle, he immediately looked back and saw a young man in school uniform walking over.

"I'm back." She said with a smile in her eyes.

"Why did you come out to play mahjong?"

"hey-hey."

Feng Wuli handed her the egg-filled cake hanging on the front of the car: "I bought it when I came back."

Wang Xilou took it and felt that the child's pain was not in vain.

He glanced at her cards and felt that they were pieced together and beaten to pieces. No wonder they kept losing.

"Grandpa Zhao, can I take over?" he said with a smile.

"Hey! The two siblings are coming together."

Wang Xilou allocated half of the chairs for him to sit on, and watched his little apprentice help her fight back.

She wanted to type on a whiteboard, but Feng Wuli grabbed her hand back.

"Don't hit this."

She shrank her neck angrily, and held on to her hand without letting go. The light was dim at night, and she felt that these old street men must not be able to see it. She quietly passed her fingers under the mahjong table, and held the big hand instead.

He still pretended to be natural and discussed with Feng Wuli which card to choose.

She really likes the feeling of holding hands recently, as if holding hands is like being together forever, and she even wonders how there can be such a happy thing as holding hands.

This feeling of being enveloped is better than any sweet words.

After they left, the uncles were still talking.

"This little king must be in his thirties or forties, why does he still look like he is eighteen or twenty-two?"

"Oh, no, the two siblings look like they have turned into siblings."

The oldest woman in the Li family, who is almost eighty years old, said nothing. She took a fan and fanned it again and again. The moon tonight was like a line.

Maybe some people haven't forgotten, but just didn't think of it for a moment, but it's no longer important.

Feng Wuli pushed his bicycle home, and Wang Xilou sat behind him.

"In the past two days, there have been a lot more monsters in the city." She followed suit and said unreasonably.

"I'm all here because of that adult. Don't go too far to buy groceries. If you run into your former enemies, you'll be in trouble."

"How can master have so many enemies?"

She smiled: "Besides, Junsha is the territory of Lord Qingdi, so he will basically restrain himself."

Today, Wang Xilou is dressed as a completely modern girl. Under the cotton black hot pants, her legs are so white that they are greasy. They are not the kind of chopsticks, but the type of legs that Feng Wuli likes. Her calves are well-proportioned and she wears a very short black upper body.

A small vest with a white knitted sun protection shirt on top.

If I guessed correctly, Jiang Nao bought this for Wang Xilou a few days ago.

"Did you buy this dress yourself?" Feng Wuli asked.

"Didn't you buy it for Master?" She sat in the back seat and looked up and asked.

"That's it." Feng Wuli smiled and sighed.

"Actually, I like to see you wearing cheongsam. You don't have to dress up in this era, and many people wear cheongsam now."

"Yes, Master saw many people wearing those ancient clothes on the street, but they were a little different from those days."

"There are many modern redesigns, and your clothes were very old at that time. If you have worn them for more than ten years, they will look too new."

The two of them returned to the incense shop, and he parked his bicycle. Wanwan obediently swept the floor with a broom that was taller than her. She was still wearing her primary school uniform, and sweetly called out to Mr. Feng Wuli.

Yeji didn't know where she had gone.

Wang Xilou tied her hair into a high ponytail and prepared to cook.

No matter what happens outside, I always feel at ease when I come back here, especially when I see Wang Xilou cooking from behind.

So lovely;
To be continued...