not a monster

Chapter 127 Go Home For Me
He looked around, the person was still the person who came with him back then, but the smile had disappeared on his face, only numbness, skin and bones remained.

The scorching sun, without a little wind;

Everyone took a shovel and tapped the land one by one, working day and night.

Ding--

Ding--

Their eyes were all dead, as if there was only darkness left in the eye sockets.

This railway has been spreading to a long distance, and every time it is repaired for a certain distance, people around it will fall down.

They die without seeing their gold.

But they've long since given up thinking about gold;
They just want to go home.

Feng Wuli held the shovel in a daze for a long time, when suddenly a whip hit his back, it was a burning pain.

Behind him, a white man dressed in a gentleman pointed at him and scolded him for not working quickly. Feng Wuidean resisted, but found that he had no ability to fight back now, and silently endured everything that this person in his body had endured.

The compatriots around looked at him with empty eyes, not daring to say a word for him, because there were several white men with guns over there.

There is only the endless sound of shovels.

Ding--

Ding--

Ding--

The sound of the shovel was like silent cursing and endless wailing. The suppressed emotions were spreading, but they could only bring death.

All the dangerous road sections will be handed over to these pigs. Those who were beaten to death, those who were blown to death by unsafe low-quality explosives, were forced to work and fell to the ground and never got up again.

They had no wages because they had to repay the fare of the boat at that time, but they couldn't pay off the high debt until they died.

Finally when it was time to rest, a person next to him handed him a bottle of medicinal oil, and Feng Wuli took it in a daze: "Thank you."

"Hey! Let me paint it for you!"

"Oh, thank you bro."

A lot of simple tents were erected beside the railway, and the howling of wolves could be heard occasionally in the mountains, and the crackling of the bonfire shone on every numb face. It was windy at night, and it seemed that someone was howling in the wind, and another person probably died.

Someone asked Feng Wuli if there was anyone else in the family. Feng Wuli had medicated oil on his back, and he could bear the pain, but he still hissed.

Finally, someone no longer has a numb face, and he yelled out with a smile and said that the wind hurts for no reason.

Feng Wuidean thought for a while, thinking of the little boy by the harbor, and said: "There is a younger brother at home. It's been more than two years. I don't know if it's okay."

Everyone also talked about the situation at home. The moon tonight is very round and very big, as if it is close at hand.

Someone looked up at the moonlight overhead.

Yellow orange orange, shining brightly.

"I want to go back..."

Everyone looked up at the moon, everything was strange here, only the moon saw the same thing as the hometown.

In this land where they do not know how many compatriots are sleeping, countless pairs of eyes look up at the moon in the sky.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival again."

All the thoughts were buried by the endless sound of shovels.

In the 60s, in order to develop that country, Congress passed the Central Pacific Railway Act.

They wanted to build a railway running through the entire continent at the same time on the east and west sides, the Central Pacific Railway, which is now known as one of the seven industrial wonders.

In order to solve the labor problem, the Central Pacific Company made the decision to hire Chinese laborers.

Now Feng Wuli's identity is Liu Erxi, a Chinese who came here to build a railway after traveling across the ocean.

"You can leave after repairing."

"I'm really tired, I really want to take a rest."

"This damned white ghost treats us like animals!"

The railway running from east to west, built on both sides, will eventually meet one day, but it is covered with thousands of corpses.

The wind waved the shovel irrationally.

Although he is not haunted by spirits, he is strong and smart, and he will not be easily killed when he ignites low-quality gunpowder to blow up rocks. He silently robbed all the dirty work.

Although he already knew that this was a dream, but seeing the people next to him fall down one after another, his heart felt cold.

He has worked very hard.

He thought that this would at least save one person in his dream. Amid the sound of clanging shovels, it was the dream of countless wanderers eager to go home.

"Woooooooooooooo!"

At the moment when the train whistle sounded in this land, Feng Wuli's hands were worn out, and his back could no longer straighten.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. He saw that the clouds were changing. At that moment, he thought it was going to clear up. He looked around expectantly, but it turned out to be raining.

He was the only one left on the whole railway.

Those people thanked the Irish, thanked the Germans, thanked the natives, but did not thank them.

It's like deliberately forgetting their achievements and ignoring the biggest contributor to this railway.

It's just that they don't need thanks;
They just want to go home.

Feng Wuli looked around, as if he could still see their figures, but in the blink of an eye, there was nothing, leaving only a railway running through the east and west.

Feng Wuli's lips twitched for something that ran through this foreign continent alone.

"I'll go home for you."

……

This dream went on for a long, long time. When he woke up, he found that the corners of his eyes were wet, and his whole body felt unreal.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a little sad.

The dawn broke, and the curtains were tightly blocked, but the light from the gap still escaped a little, and the light that escaped became the light source of the whole room.

Ye Ji woke up early, was wrestling with her two polar bear dolls, and suddenly pounced on them.

Then began to pretend to bite fiercely.

There will also be a sneering sound, and the little buttocks will be twisted and twisted.

Probably because I watched the animal world yesterday and saw the majestic appearance of my cousin lion on the prairie, so I got up early this morning to practice.

What a hard worker!
But the polar bear doll was too different in size from her. She was a kitten who still couldn't perform many moves, so she suddenly turned into a beautiful girl with long black hair, pressing on the doll and continuing to bite fiercely.

Feng Wuli stared blankly.

"Turn back into a kitten."

Ye Ji was taken aback for a moment, turned her head to look, and found that she had woken up unreasonably, so she turned back into a little black cat with a bang.

The sound of the bang was dubbed in her own head.

Sometimes it's not a bang, but a thud thump, she thinks she's so cute.

Then he was hugged on his stomach.

She turned her head and found that Wudi Liuliu's eyes were watching a face approaching her, pressing it against her belly, rubbing it back and forth, making her itchy.

"Ha! You are so unreasonable that my stomach itch!"

Furry paws pressed against his face, trying to stop, but how strong can a small kitten be.

"Let me heal."

Ye Ji was amused by this, her calves fluttered, and she was sucked by Wuli all over her body. Although she didn't know what happened to Wuli today, she actually liked to follow the trend of Wuli. Played by myself.

After smoking the cat, Feng Wuli asked, "What was Xiao Ye doing just now?"

"My generation is practicing predation!" Her eyes were shining brightly.

"Well, how's the practice going?" He asked with a smile.

Feng Wuli hugged Ye Ji and asked, put on his slippers, went to the window and opened the curtain, the sun outside rolled in as if escaping.

Opposite the old street is an ordinary and ordinary scene. An elderly person has already returned from buying groceries, carrying soy milk and bread, which should be brought to the grandson at home. When the rolling aluminum door of the opposite door is pulled up, a middle-aged man comes out with a motorcycle. He sees Seeing the little fox in school uniform, carrying a small vegetable basket in his hand, he went out nervously, closed the door gently, looked around, thinking about the road to the vegetable market that Wang Xilou pointed out to her a few days ago, and what to do? When there is something to buy, she will pay special attention to all the sights on the road, like a deer jumping out of the forest.

A little fox maid.

"My generation is already able to hunt the largest carnivore on land!"

Feng Wuli glanced back at the polar bear, pretending to ask: "But isn't it your friend?"

"Emmm... no!"

She would also like to emphasize: "No!"

Feng Wuli carried her out of the room, and she was still trying to follow Feng Wuli to explain how she captured the polar bear just now, and her rhetoric was the same as Zhao Zhongxiang's teacher from Animal World yesterday, Feng Wuli could already act perfunctory as if he was listening carefully.

In the yard, Wang Xilou was messing around with something. She was wearing a Zen-like dark green ancient costume, a bit like Liu Shishi from the TV drama "A Plum Blossom". She was holding a Fuxiqin, a bow in one hand, and a piano in the other. On the rattan chair next to him, Erlang's legs were crossed. As soon as the feet were raised, they were stretched out into the sunlight outside the shade of the tree. They were stretched out and retracted as if they were constantly testing, and the jade feet entered the edge of the shade and sunlight. In and out, the morning sun caressed her back and forth.

The tree moves with the wind, the shadow moves with the tree, and the foot moves with the heart;

The song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", Feng Wuli can only comment on one sentence, it sounds good;

Cow chews peony.

"Why are you pulling your erhu again?"

"...Take it out and take care of it. Let's take a look at it by the way. What do you want to hear?" She seemed to be interested.

"Qilixiang, can you pull it?"

Wang Xilou raised her eyebrows, tried it, Xiqin's unique voice creaked, and she stopped again: "You wait for Master to learn first, and I'll see what's going on."

After Feng Wuli went downstairs, he found that the woody flowers in the yard had lost a lot.

Woody flowers have a long flowering period and can bloom for more than half a year, but now they are not as beautiful as in April and May, and need to be pruned, and Rosaceae flowers in the wild are not very harmful to insects, and they will cause insects when planted by themselves. Recently, Feng Wuli discovered With the appearance of the saw blade in the yard, maybe other flowers will be hushed, and these are all manipulated by him.

The weather is very good today, the sky looks like the color drawn in the anime, which is rare in the real world, and there are no clouds, but the blue is very comfortable. Half of the square sky in the yard is given to the leaves of the jujube tree. Blue, half green.

Looking back, I can see the woman sitting under the tree, pulling the erhu with her legs crossed, and a kitten watching her pull.

Suddenly feel relieved a lot.

　This is not a knife, really not a knife

　　
　
(End of this chapter)