not a monster

Chapter 78 Waiting
After taking Jiang Nao back to school, he rode his bike back to the old street. There is not enough light on the old street. It is much darker than the cities outside, and it looks a lot gloomier. Outsiders who come to Junsha for tourism will never go here. In the past, all the students who passed by were college students, or the old residents of the old street.

Several old sister-in-laws and retired cadres held a mahjong table outside the old street. Under the streetlights, they drank melon seeds and fanned big sunflower fans. Sometimes a few small children came to look for their grandparents.

It's windy at night, and it's nice to enjoy the cool here. The old man playing mahjong is vulgar, but kind.

When he sees the wind returning unreasonably, he will cry twice.

It's like calling a dog.

The wind responded with an unreasonable smile.

An old man with a big vest and beach pants stopped him, "Oh, that little wind, I went back to my hometown a few days ago and got two baskets of longan. I'll ask Ah Zhen to send some to your sister and brother tomorrow!"

"What's the use of being so polite..."

The old man in the vest didn't even look at him, he took the big sunflower fan and put on a stance of expelling;

Like chasing a dog.

Feng Wuli smiled helplessly, "Thank you in advance, Grandpa Zhao."

"Go back and read, you're in the third year of high school and you go to play everywhere."

"I haven't seen the West Tower come out to play mahjong these days."

"Xiao Wang loses money, that kind of grievance."

As a child, you may have seen a group of old people in Wangxilou, but now they ruthlessly take a little zombie as a joke.

Really lost.

It's not a big fight, a dime or two, and it's less than ten yuan a night to lose.

The sound of mahjong and laughter is gone, the lights on the old street are dim and yellow, and the road is narrow, but you will feel at ease when you see the lights on at home.

Where there are lights, there are people.

I was covered in dust and sweat. When I got home, I wanted to take a shower first, but I heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom;

The little zombie inside was also humming an unknown tune.

Help her to turn off the light, ignore her whimpering inside, take out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, and see the little fox watching the family ethics drama in the living room with a worried face. With a sweet cry, Master Feng Wuli is back.

And Ye Ji has already rushed up.

A black elf held his feet and looked up at him, winking;

"Unreasonable, hurry up and smell it, Wang Xilou washed my generation with Xiangxiang tonight, is my generation Xiangxiang?"

Where is there such a test?

The wind is unreasonably sucking pussy directly.

The kitten giggled, the last time she was played badly, she collapsed into a puddle of water on the sofa, her little chest undulating, and she was dizzy.

Satisfied, Feng Wuli went back to his room to read a book, and went to take a bath at ten o'clock.

Suddenly his lights were turned off.

This little zombie is so childish.

It was windy and rainy outside on Sunday, and he was studying at home for a day.

It was raining heavily and it was impossible to get out of the house. Wang Xilou took out the flying chess. There were little foxes in the house, and the chess pieces of all four colors could take off.

"My generation takes off!"

"It's my time, it's my time."

"I ate Lord Feng Wuli's plane!"

They also have game penalties.

The person who wins the most can impose a penalty on the person who loses the most.

Unreasonable wind wins the most, and Wang Xilou loses the most;
"My shoulders are a little sore..."

"Don't go too far, I'm a master!"

"Don't play if you can't afford to lose..."

Then Feng Wuli enjoyed the little zombie's shoulder rubbing service for half an hour, and Wang Xilou rubbed his shoulders with a dissatisfied face.

Spiritual and physical double enjoyment.

The little zombie's fingers are cool and soft, with moderate strength.

Listening to the sound of the rain, watching the animal world on TV, holding a cat in his arms, a fox lying at his feet, and the zombie master rubbing his shoulders comfortably behind him.

Feng Wuli suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

The life of the decadent and decadent landlord class!
Half an hour passed, and he was still a little unsure.

"Next time Master wins, let you wash Master's feet!"

The wind has a thoughtless look on his face.

High school holidays, so unpretentious.

It rained all day yesterday, and the ground was wet on Monday morning, with water hanging everywhere, the air was full of water vapor, and the sparrows on the telephone poles shook off their bodies. Half gone.

The clouds in the sky are shaped like torn flowers, scattered in the clear sky, which is a bit beautiful.

The weather was fine, so he was in a good mood.

When cycling past an old square, I saw a strange figure under the old tree on the roadside.

It was a monster similar to a Tupo rat, with a furry and chubby body, but it was three meters tall, and Feng Wuli knew him.

He was hiding behind the old tree, clinging to the trunk with his back to Feng Wuli, and sticking out his head to peek in the direction of the square.

There are many elderly people in the square, walking slowly.

Or a young man in a sports suit running with a bluetooth headset, bringing a gust of wind.

The old man held a radio and played a loud opera, while a little girl was feeding the pigeons, laughing and feeding the pigeons.

There were a lot of people under the trees, and there was a lot of traffic on the side of the road, but this huge monster was not found.

A drop of water from the tree fell on the monster's head, he raised his hand to wipe it, and suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Xuanzhong, are you still waiting?"

The giant monster named Xuanzhong turned around and looked, and saw that it was a young man passing by on a bicycle, his big eyes narrowed into a line and looked very distressed, after thinking about it for a long time, he sniffed, "Ah, It's Master Feng Wuli."

His voice was arrogant, but a little happy, and then became decadent:

"I haven't waited yet, that guy Chigu is always late. A few days ago, he clearly agreed to meet in front of this square monument."

Feng Wuli laughed, "Why don't you wait in front of the monument over there, didn't you say you made an appointment to meet in front of the monument in the square?"

"No, Lord Feng Wuli, I'm going to hide here, and when Chigu arrives, I'll secretly scare him hehe!"

"That's it."

Feng Wuli looked at no one nearby, and quietly handed him an apple, which he planned to eat at noon at school.

"Thank you so much, Master Feng Wuli."

He took it with a sigh, then wiped the apple on his body, and took a big bite.

Happy to swing.

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye, Master Feng Wuli!"

His three-meter-tall body sat on the flower base, eating apples in small bites, and a pigeon fell in front of him, tilting his head to look at him.

Looking left and right, he broke off a small piece of apple and threw it to the pigeon, and said in a loud voice:

"Eat, eat, and go meet your good friends after eating."

The pigeon took the apple, Doudouyan revealed his innocence, and flew away without looking back.

He began to wait again, with a huge body, sitting obediently on the street where people come and go;
From time to time, look back at the monument in the square.

Not yet.

It's a bad habit to be late;
Just wait a little longer.

He sat quietly under the tree.

The wind unreasonably rode away.

At that time, he was also startled by this huge monster, but compared with the huge size of the other party, his heart was clumsy and kind.

That monster and a friend had made an appointment to meet in front of the stone tablet not long ago, but the other party seemed to be late.

He waited here before the other party came, because he had no sense of time, and he didn't know how long he had waited.

He waited there for probably 50 years.

(End of this chapter)