Chapter 203 Are you Wang Xilou?

The old lady is very peaceful.

She thought she would be very excited, unable to control herself, and burst into tears, but nothing happened.

She just suddenly felt very tired.

Buried in Wang Xilou's arms, she, an old-timer who had reached her eighty-seventh birthday, could still lean on someone else's arms and call her "Ajie".

The two talked about old times.

The old lady asked the people in the yard to prepare dinner, and she wanted to talk to her sister.

Most people thought that the old lady was stupid, or could this little girl be called Ajie?

She didn't explain anything, and there was no cliche plot about whether you were cheated by this little girl, so everyone just went about their business.

There are also a few people who know a little bit, such as the old lady’s third daughter and Yao’er.

Now an old man in his fifties and sixties.

"Aunt Wang." An old Mediterranean man greeted Wang Xilou. This is Wang Sanxi's youngest son.

"Go, don't bother me while I reminisce with your Aunt Wang."

The old man sneered, went into the room and moved a chair for Wang Xilou, and asked Wang Xilou to sit next to his wife. Wang Xilou patted his shoulder and said with a smile that he was so big.

"Fifty-two." The old man chuckled.

The eyes of young people jumped when they saw this.

But neither the great-grandmother nor the fourth grandfather said anything.

They were whispering, and several young people approached the two siblings, but they were also confused and only talked about what they encountered when they went to the incense and candle shop.

Then they looked at the boy who was sitting in a corner, sitting at the table as if no one was around.

Feng Wuli had a hearty meal and sat at the young man's table. He didn't know anyone around him, but it didn't stop him from eating.

He thought it would be very high-end, with a Michelin chef performing and painting at the same time, and then everyone would be so hungry that they would take a few mouthfuls of air and pretend they were full, but in fact they were not.

At least I can eat enough, the food looks beautiful, and it’s not weird. The two tables are probably full of great-grandchildren. There are more than 20 people, and they are divided into a table of about 20 years old and a table of about ten years old.

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Feng Wuli sat at the same table with the child.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Boiling water and cabbage." The little girl with a bun next to her was very well-behaved and not afraid of food.

"Awesome." He had heard of it before, but this was his first time seeing it.

"If you want some soup, brother, let me help you."

"Does your family eat like this every meal?"

"No, we usually don't come to Grandma's place to eat, and today Grandpa Cao is cooking. In the past, Grandpa Cao only cooked when the Chinese New Year is approaching."

"Who is Grandpa Cao?"

"It's grandpa who cooks."

Feng Wuli probably understood that he was probably not the chef at home, but maybe someone hired from somewhere else.

The life of the rich!

He took a sip of the soup, but it didn't taste very good, but it didn't matter. I only ate expensive ones today, not the right ones.

Some people took the initiative to talk to Feng Wuli, and Feng Wuli was also very polite, but he would not take the initiative to start a conversation. He would just say something when asked, and would not answer anything he shouldn't.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening after dinner.

Wang Xilou said goodbye to Jiang Linger, and they booked a hotel.

The old lady held Wang Xilou's hand tightly, and the dead branch-like hand was in sharp contrast with Wang Xilou's delicate skin.

It started to snow in the sky, and the snow from the north was caught in the chaotic wind. It was not romantic at all, and it made people hurt.

"Let them send you off."

"No, I'm going for a walk with him. I don't feel comfortable around other people. I haven't been to the capital yet."

"Sister..."

"Come inside and sit, it's cold outside." Wang Xilou put on his hat and lowered it.

The old lady was sent to the front of the hospital.

"Sister, I will send it here."

Wang Xilou turned around and looked at the old man standing in the wind and snow. The old man was carrying him on his back and stopped following him.

"Just send it here."

The two said goodbye to the old lady.

Sixty years ago, it was she and Wang Sanxi who left under her farewell. Now she watched her sister say goodbye to her, but she was already old, but she was still young.

The old lady looked at the yard behind her. There was a large family in the yard. She turned around and walked away, running in the opposite direction to Wang Xilou in the snowy night.

They all know that after this farewell, they will probably never see each other again in this life.

The two left shallow footprints on the snow, heading in completely opposite directions. The footprints were covered by the subsequent snow, and the moonlight fell like a piece of silk to the stone brick alley paved with salt.

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The master and apprentice were walking on the streets of the capital,

"It turns out that Grandpa Wang Sanxi's company is called Ximu Group."

"What's wrong?"

"The real estate developer who relocated the old street belongs to the Westwood Group."

Wang Xilou slapped his palms and suddenly realized: "No wonder, the master said why the compensation is so high like the two fools!"

"Yes." Feng Wuli also felt that he had taken advantage.

"It should be Wang Sanxi's son who did it. He knows the master. When Wang Sanxi returned to the incense shop, he even came here."

Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Maybe they think you are an immortal."

It's actually just a zombie.

The little zombie was a little sad: "Hey! I should have told Ling'er just now that my sister is having a hard time and asked her to give us hundreds of thousands of flowers!"

Feng Wuli didn't know how to complain about the ambition of hundreds of thousands. Wang Xilou didn't know what to say if he knew that the meal just now probably cost more than hundreds of thousands.

A country bumpkin who has never seen money.

"You can go back and ask her now, and you won't have to go far."

"Well, forget it, Master will just tell you."

Wang Xilou put his pockets in his pockets and slapped Feng Wuli with his elbow: "You are not allowed to think like this. People's money does not come from strong winds. Make money honestly to support your master. Don't think about these crooked ways!"

"Let's go quickly, the snow is getting heavier and heavier."

Wang Xilou quickly followed.

The snow in the south is indeed incomparable to that in the north. The snow in the south is clear, light and beautiful, while the snow in the north has a beauty that will kill you.

But when the master and apprentice compared each other, they felt as cold as Junsha, which was amazing.

It's now more than ten degrees below zero, and it's probably the lowest temperature not only this year, but also in recent years. This year's temperature is very abnormal.

In the dark night, the heavy snow reduced the visibility to very low, and the snow on the road became thicker. The headlights on the roadside came from a distance, like an old man with a lantern emerging from the deep mountains and old forests, passing by the two of them and then disappearing.

Snow was falling under the street lights.

Feng Wuli took a car under the road pole and took the little zombie to Wangfujing. The hotel he booked was also there. The master and the apprentice stood by the street lamp with their hands folded, looking at the snow and waiting for the car to arrive.

Wang Xilou noticed that Feng Wuli was looking at the street lamp next to him seriously. He didn't know what he was thinking about, so he went over to look at it: "What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Wang Xilou leaned forward, tilted his head to look down at his face, and then looked at the street light: "Why are you staring at this pole?"

"It's nothing." Feng Wuli dismissed her casually, and then stopped looking at the pole.

This little apprentice!

Wang Xilou frowned. He always felt that this man had something to do but didn't want to tell him. He told him everything interesting he saw.

She felt that this was unfair to her.

The little zombie asked for details.

"No, I just heard that in the winter in the north, these roadside poles are sweet." He added: "I don't know if it's true, it's just what I heard."

"Sweet? How is that possible?!" Wang Xilou said he would not be fooled.

"Right, I don't think it's possible either."
To be continued...