Feng Wuli walked over. The group of little monsters, only a little higher than his knees, all looked over.
He originally wanted to go over and ask the child if he wanted to go out and return to the human world, but he didn't know how to bring up the topic.
"Your name is Xiaobai?" Feng Wuli squatted down and asked gently.
The child named Xiaobai nodded while stroking the heavy lion dance head.
"Xiaobai, are you happy here?"
The other party nodded again, and this time even his movements showed excitement. It could be seen that the other party was indeed very happy.
"That's it."
Feng Wuli smiled, said nothing, stood up and prepared to leave, when the paper-faced woman saw him off.
Feng Wuli listened to the laughter continuing behind him, and various strange monsters passed by him on the roadside.
If you ignore these monsters with weird behaviors and strange paintings, this place is still quite good.
At least every monster is happy.
The woman suddenly smiled and asked, "Master Wang Xilou, do you want to take Xiaobai back to the human world?"
Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I am not qualified to care about these things."
"All the monsters here know Xiaobai, and everyone thinks it's time for him to go back."
"There's no place he can go back to."
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Feng Wuli. The smiling face on the paper disappeared. After a while, it reappeared, and she slowly said:
"Perhaps monsters and humans shouldn't get married."
He was noncommittal.
After exiting the tunnel, it was dark again outside. He just wanted to turn back into a shadow and go back to the city center among the passing cars. After thinking about it, he gave up the idea.
A woman's hand stretched out from his shadow, and Feng Wuli handed the mask on her face to her.
With my pocket in my pocket, I walked on the road in the wilderness.
It seems that since taking over Wang Xilou's inhuman power, he has become more and more unscrupulous. Those abnormal abilities should be used less in the normal world.
After walking for a long time, he came across a bus stop. After all, it was in the suburbs, and there was no one there. Feng Wuli sat there and waited for a long time, waiting for the last bus, and then returned to the city.
He held his cell phone and found that Jiang Nao had sent him several WeChat messages, telling him that he didn't know a question.
Open Yuanfudao, select the picture, suddenly realize it, switch back to the WeChat interface, and start talking about the topic.
The noise of the city slowly poured into my ears.
The bus shook for a while, and the valve made a snort as it deflated. Feng Wuli followed a few people out of the bus. There were scattered figures under the street lights. Bicycles and small batteries occasionally drove past on the sidewalk, which seemed a bit crowded. The red light changed. Green, the crowds blocking both sides of the intersection began to merge, and Feng Wuli stood in his pocket and mingled among them.
The night wind in the city carries a hint of coolness, and there is a taste of autumn in the air.
There is still some distance from the old street here. Feng Wuli was just about to buy a shared bicycle and ride back, but he saw a middle-aged uncle lying on the roadside, with a bunch of beer bottles next to it, some that had been used and some that had not been used. .
I don’t know who was so kind, but maybe they were afraid that people would catch cold while lying on the ground, so they even covered their bodies with shared bicycles.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Feng Wuli lifted the shared bicycle with one hand and shook the man in suit lying on the ground.
He smelled of alcohol.
"belch!"
The uncle looked drunk and kept saying that he was fine and that one of his leather shoes was gone.
"Would you like to call your family?"
When the drunkard in a suit heard this, he immediately cried and complained, saying that his wife ran away, his daughter still didn't follow him, and he had been busy with the company until now, so he came here to have a drink.
"Home, the house is empty, why are you going back?"
"Uncle, it's not easy for you either."
Feng Wuli inherited Wang Xilou's gentleness and kindness, and it was hard for him to just pat his butt and leave when encountering such a thing. He just listened to the man in a suit complaining and said comforting words from time to time.
The street lights here are dim and a little out of the way, and not many people would pass by here. The man in the suit said that he often comes here to drink, just to keep his mind clean.
The more he talked, the worse he got. Then he took another sip of wine and said that this was a rare place for him to relax.
As a middle-aged man, things in his heart are blocked up and if he doesn't vent them out, he will really go crazy. Especially for a social animal like him, he must always relax himself, otherwise he will get sick sooner or later.
Feng Wuli particularly agreed.
Then when the other person said he wanted to relax and took off his head, he helped him put his head back on.
"Uncle, forget it at night, it's scary." He advised.
The uncle was stunned for a moment drunkenly, and sighed: "Yes, yes."
Then move the reversed head back to the front.
For a person like him, he looks at his wife's face when he goes home, his boss's face at work, and his friends when socializing. Now he wants to completely release himself, but he doesn't just release it.
Contemporary middle-aged people really live worse than a dog. They are under too much pressure but have no way to relieve their pressure.
The two of them sat on the roadside. Feng Wuli listened to him sighing and felt that it was really difficult for people to reach middle age.
Housing mortgage, water and electricity, providing for children to go to school, providing for parents in old age, not having to live with illness, and not having time to die.
He said that he really missed his time when he was young, as if he could run fast enough and no worries would catch up with him.
Feng Wuli listened to the man in the suit talking about his school days. He was different from the useless person he is now. He was still a young football player.
He was still a little shy when talking about this, but it seemed that it was indeed a past he was proud of and cherished.
“I really want to go back and play football on the field, but I can’t go back,” he lamented.
"You can go if you want. Uncle, it's not like you can't run now."
As soon as Feng Wuli said this, the drunken man in the suit suddenly became excited, stood up regardless, and said, "Let's take a look at my uncle's demeanor when he was young."
But he suddenly remembered that he didn't have football now.
Feng Wuli looked at his head thoughtfully.
The two really hit it off, went to a nearby junior high school, climbed over the wall, and went to the football field.
The man in the suit ran on the grass with great joy, took off his head and kicked it into the net from half court.
That careless figure is indeed handsome.
Feng Wuli also laughed, went over to tell the uncle to let him come, and then also kicked the opponent's head into the net.
The two of them were demonstrating back and forth on this possibly unstandardized football field, with one defending and the other shooting. The head that usually carries all the worries of a middle-aged social animal is no different from a football.
The middle-aged man was extremely excited, and Feng Wuli also played with some enthusiasm.
"Hey, what a great shot!"
"It's me! It's me."
"Pretty boy, I'll teach you what a banana ball is... Damn it, my head flew out."
"I'll pick it up. I'll pick it up."
No matter how strange a middle-aged person's way of relaxing is, it doesn't matter.
