not a monster

Chapter 253 Master is only 16 years old? ([-]-character chapter)

This kind of bicycle shop is more than ten years old. When they arrived, the boss had just finished eating with his wife and son.

The boss, a bald local, asked Feng Wuxiang what type he wanted.

"It's suitable for girls to ride. It's just a ride in the city."

"Yes!" The boss led him to the other side.

"Wang Xilou, what are you doing standing at the door, come over and see what model you can choose."

"Oh." She put her hands in her pockets.

When she came over, Feng Wuli adjusted her unturned collar.

He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Let's bargain later."

Wang Xilou suddenly became energetic.

She gave Feng Wuli a reassuring look, and then her whole aura changed, she suddenly became very casual, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to buy things.

Just an aura that just had a meal and came out for a stroll.

The boss introduced the model to her, she looked at it and nodded, then began to look around and ask questions.

"Why doesn't this car have brakes!"

"It's a dead fly, and it's for the venue, but in recent years, many young people use it as a road bike."

"Oh, it's called Sifei, how ugly it sounds." Wang Xilou looked very much like those aunts in the vegetable market at this time.

At first she just asked some questions about bicycles, but after a while she talked about the decoration of the store.

"Boss, your son, what grade is he in?"

"Third grade."

"You look really nutritious, this school uniform, right?"

The two actually chatted, Feng Wuli didn't expect it.

Wang Xilou is well-behaved and likable. She said that what she bought was not a bicycle, but a sophistication.

"What did you do with this hand? It's even bandaged."

The boss sighed: "It wasn't because there was a big fire in the community over there a few days ago, or it was his classmate's house, and he was there at the time."

"Ouch." Wang Xilou raised his heart, empathizing with him: "The news has been reported, and the fire is burning so badly."

"At that time, it seemed that a few young people were the first to notice the fire, and knocked on doors from door to door to remind him that he had fallen when he went downstairs."

"Fortunately, people are fine."

"It's a pity that some young people didn't come out. At that time, there was a young man who had a motorcycle with me to change tires."

The boss finally sent the car back, but the building was no longer liveable.

In the end, I chose a non-mountain bike, which is very light, has shift gears, and has a green body, which is suitable for riding in the city.

The original price was two thousand and four. If Feng Wuli bought it, it would be two thousand and four and took it away. Wang Xilou's chatter was worth four hundred. Feng Wuli asked the boss to add a back seat, and the labor cost was also confiscated to help install it.

When Wang Xilou was leaving, Feng Wuli said that she laughed like a villain.

Like a little girl, she snatched away Feng Wuli's new bike: "Master rides the new one, you ride that one out and ride back by yourself."

The two of them pushed a bicycle and went out to the street. Those spirited guys were still there.

Six people, five modified motorcycles, typical ghost boys, smoking, talking loudly, with six hairstyles and four pot lids.

His eyes were also unscrupulously looking at the two people passing by pushing their bicycles, and they didn't know how to be polite at all.

If it was an ordinary high school student, they would definitely walk over silently to avoid trouble. Some girls might just bypass it when they saw it.

These young people have nothing to do and don't know what to do. They gather together all day long to pass the time.

Feng Wuli didn't provoke them, but they spoke first: "Xi Desheng, this car is good, how much does it cost?"

"two thousand."

"Two thousand lines, acquaintances need two thousand one." The smoking pot cover is particularly familiar.

"My girlfriend negotiated the price."

"Do you want to smoke?" The lid of the pot offered a cigarette.

Feng Wuli dared to kill Wang Xilou if he dared to pick him up, he shook his head and was about to leave.

In the end, another spirited guy stopped him and said, "Brother, your car is not bad, [-] big bars, Phoenix brand?"

I don't know what they were laughing at, the person who spoke flicked his bangs to look at the people next to him to find the same feeling, and they all laughed.

The laughter was harsh.

"Let's borrow a bike, I've never ridden a [-] bar before." A street skater scratching his head came over and asked Feng Wuli to borrow a bike: "I forgot where I parked my car, and I'll return it to you when I find it!"

They have a bullying appearance and tone, as if asking someone to collect protection money, and playing tricks on some of their peers for fun.

The question is why do you suddenly have to embarrass yourself.

Feng Wuli took a look at Wang Xilou, saw the expression on Master's face, and he could guess what was going on in his heart.

That smug little look was saying, seeing Master is really a beauty and a troublemaker.

Unexpectedly, this boy actually lent them his bicycle.

That two-eighth bar was bought by Wang Xilou in the 70s, and he bought it at the supply and marketing agency with a ticket. It has a sense of age.

The young man named Liangzi rode Feng Wuli's bicycle, and several other motorists followed him, racing in this old city with insufficient light, the quality is not good.

At night, the car was speeding and howling ghosts and wolves, making all kinds of strange noises.

The leader was a [-] big bar, which was pedaled very fast.

Feng Wuli rode the bicycle he bought tonight, with Wang Xilou behind him, and followed at a leisurely pace, thinking that he would return the bicycle to himself when they were tired from playing.

Perhaps it was because they were afraid of getting into trouble, and no one dared to reprimand these street thugs, so they let them scream and disturb the people at night.

"This kid is a fool, dare to follow."

"By the way, that girl is really beautiful!"

"where are we going?"

"Ryoko, you ride too slowly!"

Along the way, the spirited boys cried like ghosts and howled like wolves.

The streets are quiet, and the neighbors seem to have suffered from it a long time ago, and they dare not speak out for fear of trouble.

Behind him was a boy riding a bicycle carrying his girlfriend.

Feng Wuli said that he also wanted to perm his hair after graduating from high school, just a textured one would do.

Wang Xilou said that he would break his legs if he dared to burn them.

It seems that it is very difficult for this traditional thinking zombie to accept new ideas, so he has no choice but to give up.

The group of spirited guys raced to the front of a charred building, and waited for the master and apprentice in front, talking loudly in a circle just like before.

It looks sloppy, especially the pot lids, and they have to shake their front bangs while talking, as if they can't speak without shaking their heads.

Feng Wuli asked: "Don't you ride?"

"Thanks buddy, I found my car." He flicked his bangs and spoke, as if he couldn't speak without flicking his bangs.

The pot cover named Ryoko pointed to a parked locomotive over there.

A few people next to him laughed at him, saying that they had forgotten where to put the car, so he shrank his neck and laughed, and then rode on his favorite car.

"Let's go brothers!"

Liangzi greeted her, and the street sounded as the engine started and roared, and drove away with a few buzzes.

The sound of the engine shaking the sky, accompanied by loud shouts.

Still no one came to scold them for disturbing the people.

At least before the fire, neighbors would yell at each other every day.

Feng Wuli was driven by Wang Xilou to ride an old bicycle. He suggested to buy a cake, after all, it was his birthday.

"If you want to eat, just say so."

The two rode bicycles and drove home slowly together.

"Tonight, our master and apprentice will make a few cans."

"I don't know how to drink."

"Spicy Chicken Apprentice!"

Feng Wuli rode fast silently, making it impossible for Wang Xilou to catch up, so Master could only stand up and ride, yelling at him to slow down.

Garbage zombies.

Feng Wuli thought that Wang Xilou was joking, but he actually went to buy wine.

She doesn't drink too much, and occasionally has a drink by herself. In winter, she would take a bottle of white straw and drink it to keep warm.

Anyway, zombies can't get drunk.

The two rode their bicycles to the entrance of the supermarket. Feng Wuli said that there was no need to lock it, but Wang Xilou insisted on locking it, because she was afraid that someone would steal her new bicycle.

"You should wear sweatpants. It's uncomfortable to ride in these pants." She turned the keychain and said unreasonably, standing by the side and waiting for the wind to lock the car unreasonably.

"I'll buy you some new clothes, don't keep wearing my old clothes."

"It's all new, it's a waste if you don't wear it!"

Wang Xilou told him that in their time, a piece of clothing was handed down to three generations, and the clothes were still there. He said that he never bought new clothes when he was a child.

"It's not the Song Dynasty now."

She scratched her head: "But the master is from the Song Dynasty."

Feng Wuli looked back and saw the neon lights of high-rise buildings in the modern city, and looked forward to the dazzling array of products under the white lights of the supermarket.

Looking around is a little zombie from the Song Dynasty.

He was suddenly curious: "By the way, you haven't said it for so many years. How old were you when you died?"

Wang Xilou choked and became hesitant, Feng Wuli immediately felt tricky, he seemed to have asked the question when he was a child, but was perfunctory.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Wang Xilou pushed him into the supermarket, laughing: "Why do you ask this, Master is actually more than 800 years old now...it's amazing!"

Now Feng Wuli naturally wouldn't let her get away with it so easily.

"Eight hundred years old, no matter how you ask, it is eight hundred years old!"

"I feel that there is no such thing as twenty, it should be a little smaller than twenty."

"Don't ask...Look!" She suddenly pointed over there, saying to take him to play rice.

It can be seen that she is flustered, and Wang Xilou will forget the fact that the little apprentice has grown up when he is flustered.

The little zombie tried his best to avoid this question, Feng Wuli grabbed her hand and refused to let her run around in the supermarket, like catching a kid running around in the supermarket.

"19 years old, have you got it?"

Wang Xilou dared not look at him.

Feng raised his eyebrows unreasonably.

"Eighteen?" He guessed another number.

"..."

"You're not only seventeen, are you?"

Thinking about it this way, in her time, Shi Qi was already an older leftover woman.

In the end, the woman still didn't give a positive answer.

"You're not even seventeen?"

Then how much crime did he do?
"Eighteen to eighteen! Don't talk nonsense! No, it's eight hundred... You don't care what year Master died!"

Someone nearby looked at the young couple strangely, but they probably thought they were discussing some novel or movie, and they were not surprised by what they said.

Wang Xilou apologized for disturbing others.

In the end, Feng Wuli couldn't figure out how old Wang Xilou was before he died. He guessed that he might not have reached eighteen... He was a little upset.

That is to say, before she was fully developed back then, she could no longer see her feet when she lowered her head. This would give her a few years to develop, and Feng Wudao dared not even think about it.

"Why did you come to buy wine all of a sudden." He forced his brain to stop thinking about this, and just pretended that she was over 800 years old.

"Master's birthday is today, Master is happy!" She obviously forgot about it two hours ago.

She said, as if by magic, she took out a 50 yuan voucher from the supermarket from her pocket, which can be used when it reaches [-] yuan, and the deactivation time is these two days.

"Master won it by playing mahjong!"

Feng Wuli felt that she was extremely proud now.

Wang Xilou's 840 seventh birthday was celebrated by Feng Wuli with her. The gift is that she will use this consumption coupon today, and her apprentice will pay her.

In the end, Wang Xilou just bought a bunch of daily necessities, tissue paper, cooking oil, a new bath towel, and a new pair of size 33 flip-flops.

There are also a few snacks she likes to eat, all of which are cheap.

There was also a dozen beers, she said she was in a good mood, and the two of them would drink a few cans for their birthday.

Feng Wuli took a pack of hard fruit candies.

When checking out, Wang Xilou coughed twice, pretending to go to get the small balloons in front of the supermarket counter, trying to make fun of the wind.

"140 eight."

"Why is it so expensive, I only have a bag of sugar."

"Sorry, I thought you were together." The salesman apologized.

"No, I don't know her."

Wang Xilou was stunned beside him.

He really paid and left.

Before taking two steps, he was dragged back by the master to pay the money.

There wasn't much traffic, the salesperson couldn't help laughing at the young couple, and the customers next to him also smiled like aunts.

She hung two bags of things on the left and right of the bicycle, and said with a smile: "Go home!"

Feng Wuli also laughed, "Go home."

The two rode bicycles and walked slowly towards the old street. A row of street lights elongated, shortened, and elongated the shadows of the two of them, repeating the cycle.

Sometimes when encountering an uphill, the wind is unreasonable and unhurried, but she has to stand up and pedal hard to keep up.

There was no one in the old town at night, and she had to show her little apprentice that she could ride with both hands open, keeping her balance with open arms. Feng Wuli had been expecting her to fall, but unfortunately it didn't happen.

When you get tired from riding, grab Feng Wuli's arm and let him lead you forward.

All dangerous driving.

Wang Xilou has a lot to say like a bird, but it is easy to get out of breath while talking while exercising, especially on this section of the road that often goes downhill and uphill, and the spicy chicken zombie quickly becomes out of breath, and then Start to scold how the urban planning is designed.

Feng Wuli also talked about the school, he said: "The exam is so difficult, there are always a few questions that I can't do."

This is not a topic that Wang Xilou can touch on. From Feng Wuli's kindergarten to the second grade of elementary school, she gave advice and advice, and she was all-powerful in front of Feng Wuli. She has already started to struggle when she reached the third grade.

"Study hard, and then you will be admitted to a good university." She said dryly.

"What if I want to take an exam in another province?" He asked, "Or go abroad or something like that."

"...If you want to take the exam, just take the exam."

"Oh."

It suddenly became silent, and the air became quiet, only the shadows changed back and forth.

Feng Wuli glanced at this person quietly, it was rare to see her face troubled.

After about three or four street lights.

"Can I bring Master?" She shrank her neck and asked weakly.

Before Feng Wuli had time to say anything, she explained by herself:
"It's definitely not that Master is reluctant to leave you. You will definitely come back during the winter and summer vacations, right? Even though you have grown up and never left Master's side, Master is afraid that you will not be used to eating in other places, and no one will take care of you when the time comes. Master believes that you can also take care of yourself, but in other provinces..."

"It may be abroad. If you study abroad, you may not come back for several years." He stabbed her at the right time.

"Ah yes, come back from studying abroad. If you go abroad, you won't be in China..."

She made a mess, Feng Wuli didn't stop smiling, but he was bad because he wanted to see the little zombie racking his brains to explain a hundred reasons why he would bring his master with him if he went to other provinces to take the exam abroad.

No one would take Master away like a package and carry it with him, this zombie is really out of his mind.

"Take Master with you wherever you go! Do you hear that!" She tried to see her.

　This chapter is great!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)