This kind of bicycle shop has been around for more than ten years. When they arrived, the owner had just finished dinner with his wife and son. Yi
The boss, a bald local, asked Feng Wu ideal 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 style to choose."
"Oh." She put her hands in her pockets.
When she came over, Feng Wuli straightened her unturned collar.
He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Let's negotiate the price later." Yi
Wang Xilou suddenly became energetic.
She gave Feng Wuli a reassuring look, and then her whole demeanor changed. She suddenly became very casual, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to buy anything.
He had the aura of just having a meal and going out for a walk.
The boss introduced the car model to her. She looked at it and nodded, then started looking around and asking questions.
"Why doesn't this car have brakes?"
"It's a dead bike, it's for field use, but in recent years many young people are using it as a road bike."
"Oh, it's so unpleasant to be called Die Fei." Wang Xilou now looked very much like those wet market ladies. Yi
At first she just asked some questions about bicycles, and after a while she talked about the decoration of the store.
"Boss, what grade is your son in?"
"Third grade."
"You look really nutritious. This school uniform is for a twelve-year-old boy, right?"
The two actually started chatting, which Feng Wuli didn't expect.
Wang Xilou is well-behaved and lovable. She said that what she bought was not a bicycle but a worldly relationship.
"What happened to your hand? It's even bandaged." Yi
The boss sighed: "It was either 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 was heartbroken and felt the same way: "The news has reported it, the fire is so intense."
"At that time, it seemed that a few young people discovered the fire first and went door-to-door to knock on the door to remind him that he fell when he was going downstairs."
"Fortunately, everyone is fine."
"It's a pity that a few young people didn't run out. At that time, there was a young man who came to my place to change a tire with a motorcycle."
The boss finally sent the car back, but no one could live in that building.
Finally, I chose a non-mountain bike. It was very light, had gears, and had a green body. It was suitable for riding in the city. Yi
The original price was 2,400. If Feng Wuli bought it, he would probably take away 2,400. Wang Xilou's chat was worth 400. Feng Wuli asked the boss to add a back seat, and the labor cost was not charged to help install it.
Wang Xilou was very proud when she left. Feng Wuli said that when she smiled, she was successful.
She snatched Feng Wuli's new car like a little girl: "Master, ride the new one. You can ride that one out and ride back by yourself."
The two of them each pushed a bicycle and went out to the street. The energetic young men were still there.
Six people, five modified motorcycles, typical will-o'-the-wisp boys, smoking cigarettes, talking loudly, with six hairstyles and four pot lids inside.
His eyes were looking at the two people pushing bicycles passing by unscrupulously, showing no courtesy at all.
If you are an ordinary high school student, you will definitely walk over quietly to avoid getting into trouble. Some girls may just take a detour when they see it. Yi
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 did not provoke them, but they spoke first: "Xide Sheng, this car is good, how much did it cost?"
"two thousand."
"Two thousand is fine, and acquaintances will ask for two thousand and one." The pot lid was particularly familiar to him while he was smoking.
"My girlfriend negotiated the price."
"Do you want to smoke?" The pot lid held out a cigarette.
Feng Wuli dared to kill Wang Xilou if he dared to pick him up. He shook his head and left. Yi
As a result, another energetic young man stopped him and said, "Brother, you
This car is pretty good, 28 big bars, Phoenix brand, right? "
I don't know what made them laugh. The person who spoke shook his bangs and looked at the people next to him to find the same feeling, and they all laughed.
The laughter was rather harsh.
"I'm borrowing it for a ride. I've never ridden the 28-bar." A scratching street kid came over and asked Feng Wuli to borrow the bike: "I forgot where I parked my bike. I'll give it back to you when I find it!"
They have a bullying look and tone, as if they are asking for protection money and teasing their peers for fun.
The question is why do you suddenly have to embarrass yourself?
Feng Wuli glanced at Wang Xilou, and when he saw the expression on his master's face, he could guess what he was thinking. Yi
Those smug little eyes are saying that the master is really a beauty and a troublemaker.
What these energetic young men didn't expect was that this young man actually lent them his bicycle.
That 28-meter big bar was bought by Wang Xilou in the 1970s from the supply and marketing cooperative with a ticket. It has a sense of the times.
The young man named Liangzi rode away from Feng Wuli's bicycle, and several other motorcycles followed him. Racing in this old city with insufficient light showed no quality.
While driving the car late at night, he would cry like a ghost and make all kinds of weird noises.
The leader was a 28-inch big bumper, which was kicked very fast.
Feng Wuli rode the bicycle he bought tonight, with Wang Xilou riding behind him, and followed slowly, thinking that he would return the bicycle to him when they were tired of playing. Yi
Perhaps they were afraid of causing trouble, but no one dared to scold these street gangsters, so they were allowed to make noises and disturb the people late at night.
"This guy must be a fool. He still dares to follow me."
"That girl is so pretty!"
"where are we going?"
"Ryoko, you ride too slowly!"
Along the way, the spirited boys were crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.
The streets are quiet, and the neighbors seem to have been suffering from it for a long time and dare not say anything for fear of causing trouble. Yi
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.
Wang Xilou said he would break his legs if he dared to burn them.
It seems difficult to get this traditional thinking zombie to accept new ideas, so he has no choice but to give up.
The group of spirited young men drove to a burned-out building and waited for the master and apprentice in front. They formed a circle and talked loudly as before.
He looks arrogant, especially the pot lids, and he shakes his bangs in front of him while talking, as if he can't speak without shaking his head.
Feng Wuli asked: "Aren't you going to ride anymore?" Yi
"Thanks, buddy, I found my car." He shook his bangs as he spoke, as if he couldn't speak without his bangs.
The pot lid named Liangzi pointed to a parked motorcycle over there.
A few people nearby laughed at him, saying that they had forgotten where to put the car, so he winced and laughed, and then got on his favorite car.
"Let's go, brothers!"
Ryoko said hello, and the engine started roaring in the street and drove away with a few hums.
The roar of the engine was accompanied by loud shouts.
Still no one came to scold them for disturbing the people. Yi
At least before the fire, the neighbors were yelling at each other every day.
Feng Wuli was chased by Wang Xilou to ride an old bicycle. He suggested that he go buy a cake because it was his birthday after all.
"If you want to eat, just say so."
The two of them rode bicycles and hurried home slowly together.
"Tonight, master and apprentice, we will prepare a few cans."
"I don't know how to drink."
"Hot chicken apprentice!"
Feng Wuli silently rode faster, making Wang Xilou unable to catch up. Master could only stand up and ride, yelling at him to slow down.
Garbage zombies.
Feng Wuli thought Wang Xilou was joking, but in the end, the man actually went to buy wine.
She doesn't drink alcohol, and occasionally drinks by herself. In winter, she takes a bottle of white wine and sucks it into the root.
He drank from the pipe to keep warm.
She couldn't get drunk as a zombie anyway.
The two rode their bicycles to the entrance of the supermarket. Feng Wuli said there was no need to lock it, but Wang Xilou insisted on locking it because she was afraid that people would steal her new bicycle.
"You should wear sweatpants, these pants are uncomfortable for riding." She turned the keychain and said to Feng Wuli, standing nearby waiting for Feng Wuli to lock the car. Yi
"I'll buy you some new clothes. Don't wear my old clothes all the time." It's like there's no boiling water in the house.
"They are all new, what a waste if you don't wear them!"
Wang Xilou told him that in their time, a piece of clothing was passed down for three generations, and the clothes were still there. He said that he had never bought new clothes when he was a child.
"It's not the Song Dynasty now."
She scratched her head and said, "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. Looking forward, he saw the dazzling array of products under the white lights of the supermarket.
Looking around, I saw a little zombie from the Song Dynasty. Yi
He was suddenly curious: "By the way, you haven't said anything for so many years. How old were you when you died?"
Wang Xilou choked and became hesitant. Feng Wuli immediately felt that something was fishy. He seemed to have asked about it when he was a child, but he was ignored.
"Why don't you speak?"
Wang Xilou pushed him into the supermarket and shouted, "Why are you asking? Master is actually over 800 years old now...he's awesome!"
Now Feng Wuli would naturally not let her get through it so easily.
"Eight hundred years old, no matter how you ask, you are still eight hundred years old!"
"I feel it's not right to be twenty, it should be a little smaller than twenty." Yi
"Stop asking...look!" She suddenly pointed there and said she would take him to play with rice.
It can be seen that she is very flustered. When Wang Xilou is flustered, he will forget the fact that his little apprentice has grown up.
The little zombie tried his best to avoid this question. Feng Wuli grabbed her hand to stop her from running around in the supermarket, as if he had caught a child running around in the supermarket.
"Nineteen years old, right?"
Wang Xilou didn't dare to look at him.
Feng Wuli raised his eyebrows.
"Eighteen?" He guessed another number. Yi
"..."
"You're not only seventeen, are you?"
Thinking about it this way, in her time, Seventeen was already an older leftover girl.
As a result, the woman still didn't give a positive answer.
"You're not even seventeen?"
How many sins will he commit?
"Eighteen, eighteen! Stop talking nonsense! No, it's obviously 800... You don't care when the master died!" Yi
Someone nearby looked at the young couple strangely, but they probably thought they were discussing some movie, and they were not surprised by the content of their conversation.
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 been eighteen... He felt a little bad.
In other words, before she was fully developed, she could no longer see her feet when she lowered her head. It would take several years for her to develop, which Feng Wuliang didn't even dare to think about.
"Why did you suddenly come to buy wine?" He forced his brain to stop thinking about this and just pretended that she was over 800 years old.
"Master is happy today for his birthday!" She had forgotten about it just two hours ago.
She said, as if by magic, she took out a fifty-yuan supermarket voucher from her pocket, which could be used if it reached one hundred yuan, and would be inactive for the next two days. Yi
"Master won it by playing mahjong!"
Feng Wuli felt that she was extremely proud now.
Wang Xilou's eight hundred and forty-seventh birthday was celebrated by Feng Wuli with her. As a gift, she wanted to use this consumption coupon today, and her apprentice paid for it.
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 several 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 for her birthday, the master and the apprentice had a few cans.
Feng Wuli took a pack of fruit candies. Yi
When checking out, Wang Xilou coughed twice and pretended to go to get the small balloon in front of the supermarket counter, hoping to make fun of him.
"One hundred and forty-eight."
"Why is it so expensive? I just want a bag of candy."
"Sorry, I thought you were together." The salesperson apologized.
"No, I don't know her."
Wang Xilou looked confused next to him.
He actually paid and left. Yi
He didn't take two steps before he was caught by Master and brought back to pay.
There wasn't much traffic, so the salesperson couldn't help laughing when he saw the young couple, and several customers nearby also had aunty smiles on their faces.
She had two big bags hanging on one side of her bicycle and said with a smile, "Go home!"
Feng Wuli also smiled, "Go home."
The two of them rode bicycles and walked slowly toward the old street. A row of street lights stretched their shadows, shortened, and lengthened, over and over again.
Sometimes when she encounters an uphill slope, the wind is unreasonable and slow, but she has to stand up and push hard to keep up.
There was no one in the old city at night, so she had to show her apprentice that she could ride with her hands free and keep her balance with open hands. Feng Wuli had been expecting her to fall, but unfortunately it didn't happen. Yi
When he got tired of riding, he grabbed Feng Wuli's arm and let him lead him forward.
It's all about dangerous driving.
Wang Xilou had endless things to say like a sparrow, but it was easy to get out of breath while talking while exercising. Especially this section of the road often went downhill and uphill. The hot chicken zombie soon became out of breath, and then Start scolding the city planning for how it is designed.
Feng Wuli also talked about school. He said, "The exam is so difficult. There are always a few questions that I can't solve."
This is not a topic that Wang Xilou can touch upon. From kindergarten to the second grade of elementary school, she made suggestions and dominated Feng Wuli. She was already struggling when she reached the third grade.
"Study hard and get into a good university when the time comes." She said dryly.
"What if I want to take the exam from another province?" He asked, "Or take the exam abroad or something like that." Yi
"...If you want to take the exam, just take it."
"oh."
Suddenly it became silent, the air became quiet, only the shadows came and went, got closer and changed.
Feng Wuli glanced at this person quietly, and it was rare to see her looking confused.
I passed the street lights probably three or four times.
"Can I take Master with me?" she asked weakly, shrinking her neck.
Before Feng Wuli could say anything, she explained by herself: Yi
"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, you have not left Master's side. Master is afraid that you will not be used to eating abroad and there will be no one to take care of you. Although it is Master believes that you can take care of yourself, but from other provinces..."
"It may be abroad. If you study abroad, it may take several years before you come back." He stabbed her at the right time.
"Ah, yes, you come back from studying abroad. If you go abroad, you won't be in the country..."
She made a mess, and Feng Wuli never stopped smiling, but he was bad because he wanted to see the little zombie racking his brains to explain the hundred reasons why he would take the master with him if he wanted to take the exam in other provinces and go abroad.
How could anyone pack up Master like a package and carry it with him? This zombie has really lost his mind.
"Take Master with you wherever you go! Do you hear me?" She saw him.
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