Chapter 144 Wang Xilou’s first time

Shi is already very old. The little girl is carved in pink and jade, sitting on a bench and swinging her short legs. The tree behind her is sprouting, blooming, and falling leaves year after year.

Hearing the chirping of cicadas, the little girl turned around and looked behind her.

She looked around and saw nothing. Compared with her moving and unable to sit still, Shi beside her looked even more depressed.

He saw Feng Wuli in the distance, and Feng Wuli heard what he said, smiled, and waved.

But to the ears of others, it might just be the noisy chirping of cicadas.

The little girl looked at the tree, at the branches, and then got under the bench. She kept looking for something, but finally couldn't find it, so she sat back on the chair obediently.

The cicada chirping disappeared.

In fact, the person she was looking for was sitting next to her the whole time.

She instantly turned her head and looked behind her, as if someone was playing hide and seek with her, but there was nothing behind her.

The little girl was thinking about how to meet Mr. Cicada.

She knew that there was a monster living here, but it was not a bad monster, but a good monster.

That bad dog chased her that day, but Mr. Cicada chased it away for her. The two-month cakes she gave to Mr. Cicada, the bunny keychain, and the pen and notebook she gave him a few days ago were all taken away by Mr. Cicada.

Got it.

The little girl leaned back on the chair, looked up at the sky, and blew air with her mouth open, looking innocent and innocent.

A woman came over, the little girl's mother, and waved to the little girl on the bench.

"I'm back, come here quickly."

"Mother!"

The little girl ran over happily, took the woman's hand, and then looked back at the empty bench, a little depressed: "I didn't meet Mr. Cicada today either."

The woman pursed her lips. Summer was almost over. How could the cicada survive the summer? She said softly:

"Autumn is here, Mr. Cicada is going back, and you won't be able to see it until next year."

The woman took the little girl's hand and went back. The little girl turned back three times with each step, reluctantly looking at the empty bench under the tree.

"Mr. Cicada, are we friends?"

She shouted very loudly, as if she didn't care. Children are always very persistent in some inexplicable things. The woman smiled, touched her head, and pulled her away.

It's a pity that no one will answer her, because just now, Shi has left.

The cicada chirping just now was the last farewell between friends.

What Shi just said is:

See you next year.

Can we see you next year?

Shi doesn’t know.

I don’t know if the other party understood his farewell.

If I come here again next year, if I still remember, I want to ask you what autumn is like.

He turned into a wisp of breeze, rolled up a few leaves, shook the branches on the roadside, chased away the wild cats on the roadside, and childishly stole a balloon from the balloon vendor on the roadside.

The balloon floated in the city with the wind, swaying across the treetops. The glass of the office building reflected the sky. A balloon floated past. It flew too high and then fell down. It appeared in front of a mother and daughter walking on the street.

forward.

The little girl stared blankly at the balloon, which suddenly burst in front of her.

There was a soft snap.

Amidst the sound of the balloon bursting, she seemed to hear someone say this.

"See you next year"

Looking back, there was nothing under the bench. She took her mother's hand and left, unable to help but look back.

Feng Wuli also left and went back to the incense shop.

See you next year.

Back at the incense and candle shop, a customer happened to arrive.

Businesses like making incense and candles can basically only be found in places like old streets. If you want to open a shop on the street outside and sell incense and candles, you will lose money.

In fact, in recent years, the business of the incense and candle shop has been getting worse and worse. I usually just buy some candles, incense and the like to add incense to the sacred cabinet.

Wang Xilou thought about whether to do some other business.

Feng Wuli dismissed it.

Anyway, this place will be demolished within a few years, so there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Wang Xilou likes to squat on the computer chair at the counter. Watching her little apprentice greeting the customers and leaving, she frowns:

"To be honest, when the time comes to move to another place, the master has no education and doesn't know what to do to make money... I can't keep selling teeth. It's very embarrassing."

Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Why do you want to make money?"

"How can we support ourselves without making money?" she said matter-of-factly.

Feng Wuli suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

"Why are you thinking so much? You, an old lady who has lived for eight hundred years, are still worried about starving to death in modern times. If you have no money, I will make it."

"That's not possible, I am the master."

She frowned: "Don't call me old lady."

"Then you go make a movie, make a zombie movie, and act in your true colors. If others say you don't look like a zombie, just show your two fangs and scare them to death."

Feng Wuli pushed her away and sat in front of the computer, squeezing the little zombie to the side.

Wang Xilou patted him angrily. The little apprentice's muscles were really strong and hard, so she patted him several more times. There was a "bang bang" sound, and Feng Wuli turned around and gave her a speechless look. She was stunned for a while.

Silly fun.

The lights inside the incense and candle shop are dim, and occasionally people pass by on the old street outside.

"I suddenly want to take a sip of your blood and taste it."

"I will do justice for heaven and destroy this zombie like you."

He started a game.

"Master has been a zombie for eight hundred years and has never sucked human blood once. He has also bought live chickens and live cattle from farmers before, but that's it. Look at this neck and these blood vessels, tsk tsk."

Feng Wuli was playing on the computer, so she leaned close to Feng Wuli's neck, touched it with her cold fingers, felt the blood vessels through the skin, and even swallowed her saliva.

Feng Wuli always felt that what the other person was looking at was not a person, but a big crispy chicken steak.

He turned to look at her in confusion: "Aren't you the kind of zombie that doesn't suck blood?"

"There are no zombies that don't suck blood. What you're saying is to make the wolf eat fruit instead of meat."

"Will blood-sucking have any bad effects on you? Will it make you more bloodthirsty or addictive?"

"You're already addicted even if you don't smoke."

She smiled and said, "It's natural for zombies to suck blood, just like plants. It can't be stopped. It's just that Master has been suppressing it for eight hundred years."

"Suck me."

He looked at the game that was on the screen and chose this game: "You didn't tell me earlier. If you had told me earlier, I would have let you suck it. What is there to tolerate?"

Wang Xilou chuckled and stopped talking. She watched him play games. Although she couldn't understand, she liked how she couldn't understand her little apprentice playing games. She kept asking various questions, and then waited for Feng Wuli to explain the process to her.

.

Even though I answered the question, she still didn't understand it.

"Why don't you smoke anymore?"

"Master feels sorry for those who are reluctant to give up."

"Well, it's fine if you suck a little, just donate blood. Donating blood in moderation is good for your body."

"Is there such a thing?" Wang Xilou obviously didn't believe it.

Feng Wuli's screen turned gray, she cut out and searched it on Baidu. Wang Xilou saw that donating blood in moderation is really good for the body.

"Really?"

She was already swallowing like crazy. She kept talking about blood sucking today, just like she kept talking about barbecue late at night.

"Hurry up, I won't suck you after the game is resurrected."

"Taste it, taste it."

It always felt like the little zombie rubbed its hands like a fly, pursed its lips and leaned in, looked at its neck and swallowed saliva, changed its position several times, and slowly moved closer.

Feng Wuli felt soft lips on his neck. This position was too ambiguous, and then he felt his neck being stabbed by two things.
To be continued...