not a monster

Chapter 223 Happy New Year
At first the water temperature was very hot, and the water surface was shrouded in white mist. The three of them only dared to lightly touch the water surface with their toes, and retreated with their toes curled up.

The beauty touched her feet, stepped on the waves, and the back of the three people's feet submerged in the water. He held one of the ankles, wiped the back of the foot, and rubbed the gap between the toes. There are circles of ripples.

Just like the girls in the old boudoir, they were full of laughter and playing in the water, arguing with each other to relieve boredom, and the silver bell-like laughter was mixed with the rustling water.

"Po slave, don't get water everywhere." Wang Xilou blamed.

"But this water is hot jio."

Po Nu is very skinny, and occasionally put her feet on his thighs, or even put them directly on his shoulders. She is delicate and weak, saying that the water is hot, and Chi Fu is a little shy. When I grabbed and wiped it, I was a little unnatural and wanted to shrink back, but I pretended to be calm.

Wang Xilou, on the other hand, was generous and generous. He even took out his mobile phone to take a photo and posted a text on Moments. The good apprentice has grown up and knows how to respect Master/Consolation/Flowers/Flowers
There were a lot of comments within a short time after it was sent out.

Emperor Qing: Are you willing to let your lifeblood work?
There are a bunch of people who copied and pasted Qingdi's words below, and the little zombie kicked the water a little annoyed.

Of course there are other comments too.

Mr. Kitchen: Come out and single out

Shengqing: Happy New Year

Mr. Xiang: My sister hasn't come here for a while.

Mrs. Tu Shan: Mr. Wang, Wanwan’s accommodation fee for next year has already been credited to your card
Feng Wuli was very helpless, he just looked up at the three girls laughing at Yan Yan, and forgave them some rude actions.

Because Po Nu was too active, he also got half of his body wet after washing. He poured out the water and took his clothes to take a bath. He yawned and saw that it was past eleven o'clock on the wall clock.

Probably because the fireworks were going off outside tonight, the little girls in the room were especially excited, nestling on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala with the TV on.

Wang Xilou was holding her hand stove from the Qing Dynasty to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and the slave was styling her hairstyle, so she let him torment her.

"It was the first time it was good, but now the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse." Wang Xilou broke a banana and complained.

Po Nu told her not to shake her head: "Yes, who still watches the Spring Festival Gala now."

"How long ago was the first Spring Festival Gala?"

"I don't even remember that." Her intelligence was allocated to getting in touch with new things.

"In [-]." Chifu beside him was showing off sugar oranges, with a look of nostalgia: "The year Doctor Lin passed away."

The two people over there were in a trance.

This method of using the time of death of each deceased as a record is her old skill, and they also remembered it when Chifu said so.

Speaking of Dr. Lin, we met almost 100 years ago.

Back then, Emperor Qing asked Wang Xilou to do something and go north to rescue someone. After she took the man to the hospital, she met Dr. Lin who was still a little girl.

At that time, Dr. Lin was wearing a doctor's white coat, and she happened to see Wang Xilou, who was carrying a man who didn't know his life or death on his shoulders, and his face was bloody, coming over the wall from the outside of the hospital.

"Doctor! Look at the doctor, this man is going to be ugly!"

"I, I'm in the obstetrics and gynecology department!"

The two little girls were in a hurry, Wang Xilou hurriedly asked what should be done, Doctor Lin said hurry up to the hospital, Wang Xilou hurriedly asked where this is.

"This is the hospital!"

"Then save someone quickly!"

"I'm an obstetrician!"

Dr. Lin felt that he was not such a reckless person, but seeing Wang Xilou with blood all over his face, everyone would panic.

Fortunately, no one died.

After that, Wang Xilou ran to the hospital every three days and got to know this little girl.

She always reads books and swore not to get married in order to study medicine. She has a medical bag with money in it all the time, just to help the poor. Wang Xilou left a tooth for her to wear to ward off evil spirits. She likes children, and told Wang Xilou that she might be the one who midwifes the people she meets on the street in the future.

She said this with a smile, and turned her head to see that strange woman raised her head, looking at the butterfly on the tip of her nose.

Then he grinned at her: "Wait for me to see the doctor later, do you want to go and listen to opera?"

"Okay." She also agreed with a smile.

Later, the little girl became more and more knowledgeable and famous, and it spread to the Xiangjiang River.

The girls are from every family, and they are not yet married, so why are they still called the mother of ten thousand infants?

Wang Xilou smiled and said nothing, feeling that it was only yesterday that he accompanied that little girl to the countryside to practice medicine.

Years later, when Wang Xilou learned of the news of his deceased's death, he was also extremely sad, and traveled thousands of miles overnight to pay his respects.

It was said that she had delivered six babies before she died, which really made Wang Xilou unable to explain it. When she retrieved the tooth, she heard the little girl's voice next to her ear.

"Get the forceps quickly..."

History is the hymn of heroes. Wang Xilou, as an undercurrent under the long river of history, sometimes envies the waves on the river, but when she heard the voices of her friends again, she knew that she would not be able to become them.

"farewell."

……

Then again, Wang Xilou discussed that the current Spring Festival Gala is indeed not as good as the previous years, even the first one.

"At the first session, the audience called and ordered the show."

Wang Xilou complained: "It's not like what it is now. You have to be reasonable when you play a sketch. Who wants to listen to preaching after the Chinese New Year?"

Po Nu changed her hairstyle one by one, "I remember when there was no TV at home."

"I watched it at Emperor Qing's house. He was very proud of installing a new TV. He invited a lot of people over on the eve of the New Year's Eve."

Wang Xilou also used his home phone to call, and asked Mr. Li Guyi to perform.

Teacher Li Guyi sang nine songs that night, and one of the culprits was Wang Xilou.

Chifu dazzled a few tangerines and licked melon seeds, and poured himself a glass of orange juice while licking melon seeds, watching Wanwan look at herself.

"Wanwan, here you are."

"Thank you Chifu!"

Chi Fu was in a good mood, poured herself another glass, and took a few big gulps. She ate slowly but didn't stop.

People have the seven emotions and six desires, and every shadow is the embodiment of her heart.

Eating, playing, having fun, and being lazy, Wang Xilou is not a perfect person. She has many small flaws on her body, and they are scattered for all shadows to inherit one by one.

Little Chifu is a bit gluttonous, but she has a strong personality, and she is especially embarrassed in front of Feng Wuli. In fact, in Feng Wuli's view, the gluttonous little Chifu is very cute.

"I'm done washing, and the shower room is still hot, hurry up." The bathroom door opened, and the wind came out wiping his hair unreasonably.

Wang Xilou greeted: "Come and watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"Don't look, I'm going to sleep."

Wang Xilou frowned: "You are a young man, you go to bed so early every day."

Feng Wuli gave a blank look: "It's almost twelve o'clock."

Compared with those young people whose nightlife starts at twelve o'clock, Feng Wuli is really very obedient, Wang Xilou feels that he is better at teaching himself.

Maybe the girls were a little excited tonight. Feng Wuli was woken up several times, but he didn't sleep well anyway.

The noise came and went.

Opening his eyes for the last time, he went out to drive Ponu and Chifuquan back to sleep, and dragged the little zombie back to the room.

Wang Xilou tossed and turned under the covers, took out his mobile phone to fight the landlord, and occasionally leaned over to pick his eyes and nose.

He opened his eyes and sighed helplessly: "It's almost three o'clock."

"Master can't sleep."

"Why can't you sleep?"

"I'm going back to your hometown the day after tomorrow."

"Didn't you go there?"

"It's different!" She frowned, she lost all her beans in the fight against landlords, and then picked up the phone that Feng Wuli put beside the bed: "The nature is different."

"Stop playing, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Wang Xilou put down his mobile phone, rolled under the quilt again, and rolled directly into someone's arms, and said with a smile, "Tell Master a story and go to sleep."

Feng Wuli pretended to sleep directly.

"Hurry up, when you were young, your master told stories every night to lull you to sleep."

Feng Wuli turned his back on her.

"Speak quickly!" She shook his back and pressed her whole body on top of him, condescending to prevent him from moving.

Feng Wuli couldn't bear it.

"Do you listen to the little girl who sells nuclear bombs?"

"Seriously!"

"Once upon a time there was a little zombie..."

After being punched on the shoulder, Feng Wuli pursed his lips, looking at a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, he felt that no one was more annoying than Wang Xilou.

After thinking for a while, he said, "In 1491 of the lunar calendar, there was a man named Wang Lufei who went out to sea with a wooden barrel. He had a dream, that is to become the Pirate King..."

Wang's classmate Min Xuehao asked: "Why do you want to go to Shanghai to become the king of thieves?"

"Don't interrupt me."

"Hmm! Tell me!"

"..."

Feng Wuli didn't know how the story was told, and he didn't remember whether he coaxed Wang Xilou to sleep.

Anyway, I slept soundly.

In a daze, I felt something imprinted on my lips.

He turned over and went back to sleep.

A chuckle sounded in the dark room.

"Happy New Year, little apprentice."

(End of this chapter)