The sun was shining that day and the wind was gentle.

Wang Xilou looked at the man in front of her and thought to herself, no, I must hold this hand today. She has lived for three hundred years and has never held a man's hand. She thought that this girl is not bad at all. Our old Wang was just a flower in the village back then.

.

So she chased after him in two or three steps, insisting on giving her support, "It's better to support me. Practitioners are no different from ordinary people when they are old. The street is really busy today. It's not good for you to bump into or fall. Your body is not good for you."

It’s not like I don’t know, I still think I’m young.”

The man turned to look at her, thought for a moment, and then performed seven or eight consecutive backflips in front of her.

"good!"

"another one!"

Everyone in the nearby streets immediately applauded, cheered, and applauded this performance.

The masked man became unsteady after standing up. After taking a few steps back to regain his balance, he clasped his fists around and said boldly: "I was so embarrassed for a moment that I showed my shame to the villagers. I made a fool of myself."

Wang Xilou: "..."

When the man came closer, he sighed: "It's true that I can't accept old age. When I was young, I could turn twenty times without breathing, but now I can't turn seven or eight." But it was far from the point where I needed to be supported.

Well, he couldn't help but feel proud.

After making sure that he was standing firmly, the dry and strong hand let go.

His hands were full of wrinkles, old, and thin, while his own hands were delicate and white. When he held them, it was as if he could feel the beating heart of the other person. It was powerful and hot. He held her tightly like that, extremely firm.

Choosing himself freely, being affirmed, and being loved, Wang Xilou couldn't help but be lost in thought on the bustling streets.

"The smell of duck poop..."

"It's so sore, and my teeth are also frozen."

Feng Wuli took two cars, just like when he went out.

Feng Wuli didn't understand why she was angry, and how she wanted to stop being angry with herself.

She tilted her head and staggered. The man just told her to walk faster.

He remembered the words Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child, that a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. Looking at the angry Wang Xilou walking in front, he thought that this was really the case.

I saw a hand reaching out from the crowd. A man wearing the same bright red suit as her grabbed her hand in the bustling crowd and grabbed her when she almost fell.

She looked proud. This was the trophy she got after guarding the soy milk for three rounds.

Chi Fu sipped the drink in small sips, firstly because he was reluctant to finish it in one gulp, and secondly because he had a small desire to show off in front of Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou.

a few months later

Wang Xilou in the front was still walking in anger and minding his own business, leaving the masked man holding the rouge, candied haws, and hairpin sighing alone in the back.

Wang Xilou glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye and sighed in his heart.

"Relieve tiredness."

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we returned. Wang Xilou stopped by the vegetable market and walked around a few times. He passed by the area where farmers kept lively poultry in bamboo cages, and the sounds of various animals could be heard.

Continuously.

Feng Wuli handed it over and she took a sip. Her face suddenly shrank together, her neck shrunk, her teeth became sore, and Feng Wuli snickered inwardly.

She looked down at the soy milk in her small paper cup and drank it silently without saying a word.

She stopped and looked at a goose for a long time.

This girl wants to hold your hand!

This idiot!

"Try this, Master. This tastes delicious." She raised her cup to Feng Wuli's mouth, and her actions were like a cute little girl.

Then, under Feng Wuli's uncomprehending gaze, the young Master became angry for some reason and flew past him, leaving behind a graceful red figure and the unique fragrance of Wang Xilou.

Does he really not know what he wants? Wang Xilou looked at the mask that he had never taken off, thinking that this might not be the case.

"Don't make unreasonable associations with the name of a tea."

Wang Xilou's heart tightened, and he was forcing himself to say something inappropriate deep in his throat, but he heard the man use a voice that was full of vigor and vitality that was completely different from a year ago. It was an old, waning voice: "I

There isn’t much time left, so don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

When he returned, Chifu was holding a paper cup in his hand.

I guess I calculated correctly that the two little brats Chifu and Sokwan would not buy a soymilk machine. The one who distributed all the sample soy milk to the aunties in the first two rounds of sales was moved by Chifu's unyielding efforts and finally decided to do it.

I gave a glass to this cute little girl.

Feng Wuli scratched his head and remembered another sentence Wang Xilou taught him when he was a child. If the master and the apprentice are unhappy, the apprentice must first go to comfort the master.

"What is this?" She was curious. She inserted the straw and took a sip. It warmed her stomach. It was sweet and delicious.

Just when she was about to lower her posture and apologize to him, she was accidentally bumped on the shoulder by a crowd of people passing by, causing her body to become unstable and almost fell down.

hundreds of years later

When she returned to reality from the corridor of memory, she found herself looking at her hand in a daze again. The only difference this time was that her free hand was firmly grasped by another big hand.

With.

No matter what, we can't forget it.

Then she saw the master and apprentice each having a large drink.

I couldn't hold his hand, but the feeling of being held at that moment was always firmly engraved in my heart, the temperature, strength, and pulse of that hand.

He bought candied haws, a hairpin, and rouge that women love, but Wang Xilou had no intention of reconciling with him.

"Camellia light milk tea." Feng Wuli replied, snorting and inserting the straw.

A few years later

"and yours?"

"Master, drink yours."

The hands under the sleeves opened and closed, and finally clenched their fists.

She was stunned for a long time, her eyes fixed on the hands held by the two of them.

He felt that no one could understand. Who could understand the girl's thoughts?

What exactly does Master Master want?

When they arrived at the newly opened tea shop, Feng Wuli went in to get it. Wang Xilou was waiting outside the shop. She stood by the wall and kicked the corner for a while. After a while, she saw her little apprentice taking out two cups of something and handing them over.

I brought a cup over, and when she took it, she found that it was warm.

"OK."

She still couldn't hold the hand, and the man died of old age. After that, Wang Xilou would look at his own hand in a daze from time to time. Then it became a habit for her, and occasionally she would do nothing without thinking.

She just stared blankly at that greasy hand in spring, midsummer, afternoon, and under the moon. She didn't know how long this habit would last.

She just woke up and was speechless.

"Well, maybe on the second or third day of the Lunar New Year."

"Duck shit bergamot tea."

Just thinking that he didn't have much time left, Wang Xilou really didn't want to waste time sulking with him.

"Are we going back to my uncle's house to play this year?" Wang Xilou asked on the way back.

…

"What did you buy?" Feng Wuli asked, waiting outside the vegetable market.

Wang Xilou waved the whole goose in the plastic bag that had been plucked and bled: "Master will make you a braised goose tonight."

"I can't finish it." Feng Wuli muttered.
Chapter completed!