not a monster

Chapter 129 Happy Mid-Autumn Festival
Just as Feng Wuli was about to explain, the little boy ran over and took his hand, leaned back, and pulled him into the picture of the southern ancient town.

He followed suit and said unreasonably that he had waited for him for a long time.

"I..." Feng Wuli just wanted to explain, but he didn't say it.

The little boy's memory is incomplete.

After all, the past time has been too long, and it is already a great thing that he can still exist in this state.

His eyes are empty, there are no eyeballs inside, he cannot see Feng Wuli, and he even forgets the fact that he is dead.

But he only remembered one thing, and that was waiting for his brother to come back.

This almost became an obsession, traveling through a hundred years of history, until Feng Wuli came and came to this small village again.

"What? Brother, what did you just say?"

The young man was very excited and had endless words to talk to him, Feng Wuli really couldn't say that he was not his brother.

He shook his head, smiled and said nothing.

Ask how he has been over the years.

"You're finally back. My sister was so angry when she heard that you went outside and left on a boat, but wait a moment and kneel down, admit your mistake, and my sister won't blame you!"

There were still other people in the village. Occasionally, an old man sitting in the village would give Feng an unreasonable look, and he would just listen to the boy in silence, trying not to behave too strangely.

"Where are you taking me now?" Feng Wuli asked him.

The little boy seemed to wake up.

Looking at the surroundings, I have a vague impression, but everything has already changed.

Where is his home?

How did it become like this here?
He looked left and right, and the more he looked, the stranger he looked.

Seeing him standing there alone, Feng Wuli couldn't bear it, smiled and went over to hold his hand: "Brother, will you take me home?"

The boy came back to his senses, looked at him, his eyes were still empty, he laughed when he heard Feng Wuli's words, and nodded emphatically!
One big and one small held hands and walked in the alleys of this mossy old village.

Occasionally seeing some scenes from his childhood memories, the little boy would wake up some memories, laughing and following the trend, saying unreasonably how they were here at that time.

Feng Wuli just smiled gently.

"Why did that banyan tree suddenly become so tall? At that time, my sister got angry and chased here. Brother, you climbed on the tree. I couldn't climb up. I was grabbed and beaten by my sister. When I cried so badly, you just laughed on the tree. !"

"That, that! Brother, do you still remember that the big yellow dog in Brother Huzi's family is very fierce, we will be frightened every time, and every time we take advantage of it to eat, we knock over its bowl with stones. "

There was a breeze, and the ancient town had ripples, the pond rippled continuously, the branches of willows hung to one side, and the fallen leaves on the ground blew past the soles of the two of them.

The boy held Feng Wuli's hand, and there was a steady stream of things he wanted to say. Some things are still remembered even after more than 100 years.

Those stone steps, blue tiles, white walls, back alleys, old trees, how can there be nothing to talk about.

The more he talked, the brighter the boy's empty eyes became, and the more things he remembered, gradually seemed to be a little confused, and the things he said became less and less.

Feng was unreasonable and not in a hurry, and when he thought about it slowly, he saw people talking and laughing in the yard over there.

It was a family of four I just saw at the entrance of the village, no, it is a family of six now.

There are two more gray-haired old people. The yard is full of home-cooked dishes, steaming like white smoke. The two old people look at the two grandchildren happily. The woman is serving the dishes, and the man goes to help and is scolded Just said don't touch those, the family is happy.

Also, after all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It turned out that it was already evening, he walked around with the boy, and looked up to see a bright moon.

"Boy, what's the matter?"

The people in the yard looked at Feng Wuli standing alone outside the yard. It was getting late, and the wind carried the smell of autumn.

Feng Wuli replied with a smile: "No, I came here to find a distant relative, but I couldn't find it, so I'm going back."

The old man saw that he looked like a bad guy, and he didn't look like a bad guy: "It's so late, haven't you eaten? Come and eat together!"

"It's not funny." Feng Wureason refused such polite words with a smile.

"Add the right chopsticks!"

"No, no, no, go back, the family is waiting."

Rural people are still very enthusiastic, which is rarely encountered in cities.

Feng Wuli took the young man's hand, looking for the direction of the home in the memory corridor, and walked away slowly.

"Well, my brother hasn't come back yet."

The boy next to him suddenly said this, Feng Wuli knew that he must have remembered, remembered that this was not two years later but more than 100 years later, and remembered that he himself had long since passed away.

He hummed lightly, wanting to say something, and the two of them gradually walked to a house made of blue stone bricks, which was their son's home, and they kept it unexpectedly.

There is actually a locust tree in the house.

Weeds have grown inside and outside the house, moss has grown on the walls, a corner of the roof has caved in, and there is an old smell inside.

"No matter how tired I was, when I came back here, I felt that there was nothing to worry about. I felt that the roof here was so high that it would collapse one day. I felt that my sister would always cook here. Fan Xiang, there will be brother’s laughter, I used to think they would always have it, but suddenly it will disappear.”

He let go of Feng Wuli's hand, walked over, put his hand in front of the door, the moonlight shined through his body, and stayed in front of this dilapidated house.

"Your brother, he really wants to come back, really really wants to come back..."

Feng Wuli said softly, the boy looked at him, smiled and shook his head.

"is back."

Feng Wuli didn't understand what he said, but saw the young man suddenly looked up, and he also looked up, looking at the jade plate that had just risen from the top of the tree in the air.

Tonight's moon is close at hand, and under the moon are thousands of lights.

The boy under the locust tree looked at the moon, Feng Wuli followed his gaze, at first he couldn't understand what he meant when he said he had come back.

Suddenly, there was a whistle that shook the sky.

"Ugh-!!"

From fantasy to reality!

That was the roar on another continent 100 years ago, and it actually sounded here after 100 years!
"Woooo-!!"

A figure of a train appeared in the sky. He came from the west and rushed into the night sky, leaving a black shadow under the moonlight.

From the window of the train, countless familiar faces poked out, talking and laughing as they looked at the scenery of their homeland below.

In this piece of land, all the cultivators and monsters raised their heads at the same time, looking at this vision tonight.

With such a big movement, the company didn't make a move.

But come to think of it.

It's just a wanderer returning home during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(End of this chapter)