A girl looked at the decorated flower house on the other side of the road. She looked at it for about ten minutes, looking like she had seen a ghost.
She took out her phone and looked at it. It was already half past eleven, and she was feeling hungry, but her phone kept showing that it was not in the service area. It had been like this since this morning.
There were scenes that were both familiar and unfamiliar nearby. She looked around, then lowered her head and looked at her side again.
…
It rained at noon and the temperature dropped a bit. When the rain stopped, he put the sign out again. Because he had been in the store all morning, he told the foreman at lunch that he would invite some of the masters to have a meal together.
The foreman did not shirk, he wiped his sweat and nodded, and said to several masters: "Stop ordering takeout. The boss invites everyone to dinner."
Several of the masters were dirty, and those in their decades looked a little shy when they smiled.
The sky in the city cleared after a sudden rain, and the stagnant water on the road reflected the office buildings, wires, and treetops. Feng Wuli walked in front along the road, followed by a few migrant workers.
"The boss opened his own shop. I thought it belonged to an elder in your family." The foreman was already familiar with him.
"I opened it with my girlfriend. She used to have an incense and candle shop in the west of the city, but it has been demolished now."
"Are you a college student?"
"I'll be a freshman next month."
"You are so young and promising." He praised, and said that his son is a sophomore this year, and he still asks him for living expenses every month, and you have opened a store.
"You will be very successful if you go to college."
Who doesn’t like to hear compliments? Even the foreman laughed.
"Boss, what are you going to eat?" a chef asked with a smile.
"We're all hungry." The workers said loudly with smiles on their faces.
Someone nearby saw such a swarming group of migrant workers and their voices were loud, so they stood farther away intentionally or unintentionally, but it was useless no matter how far they stood, the sun was scorching everyone equally.
The summer is unbearably long.
The traffic lights on the roadside changed, and the crowds met and crossed at the zebra crossing. Feng Wuli saw a girl on the opposite side staring at him. He noticed the sight. After noticing the sight, he didn't care. He just glanced at it and ignored it.
As a result, after taking one glance, he took another look.
One look after another.
The foreman also saw Feng Wuli and a girl on the roadside looking at each other. He felt that the boss seemed to be a bit of a philanderer and wanted to persuade him, but he was understanding and understood.
But your girlfriend can carry the air compressor with one hand.
He was worried about Feng Wuli's future.
The girl on the side of the road was wearing sports-style green shorts, revealing her slender, white legs in the summer. She was wearing white sneakers from a brand that Feng Wuli couldn't recognize. She was wearing a large sun protection jacket, with the chain of the jacket halfway unzipped. Revealing underneath was a gray sports vest.
He had short hair, wore a peaked cap with his pockets in his pockets. He had no intention of crossing the road and just kept staring at him.
The other party seemed to be hesitating, then made a big decision and came over to greet Feng Wuli: "Is this Mr. Feng Wuli?"
Her face was strange and awkward, as if she was uncomfortable with the title Mr. Feng Wuli. It looked like a question, but her tone was without question, and she obviously knew him.
He stopped. In fact, he was also very interested in this girl who suddenly appeared on the roadside. Since everything is composed of spirits, each human spirit is unique, but there is a great connection with blood.
Therefore, in the eyes of some monsters, humans who are related by blood all look very similar, and direct blood relatives are even the same person in their eyes.
Feng Wuli took a quick look and found that this girl actually had a similar 'taste' to him. Maybe she was a relative of his?
"It's me, who are you?" he asked.
A few chefs nearby were walking and noticed that the boss was down. They turned around and saw that he was chatting with a girl on the side of the road.
She looked at the uncles next to her and said mysteriously and unreasonably in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do you believe... do you believe in time and space travel?"
"..."
"That's right, that's the wormhole."
She understood the pictures and explained, making gestures, putting one hand in the air, making a circle with her index finger and thumb, and the index finger of the other hand passed through the circle:
"For example, a person originally lived twenty years ago, and suddenly one day passed through a wormhole, and then ran back twenty years in the future!"
Feng Wuli felt a heavy sense of déjà vu due to her not very smart appearance.
"...So magical?" Feng Wuli felt that he couldn't keep up with the girl's imagination, but he knew about time and space travel.
"Yes, it's amazing!"
"Are you trying to say that you traveled through time in the past?"
"No, I'm here from the future." She looked serious.
Feng Wuli twitched his lips: "What year is it?"
The conversation continued naturally and magically. Several masters nearby watched the two whispering, not knowing what they were talking about.
"Boss, we'll be waiting for you in the shade in front of you."
Feng Wuli waved his hand and said yes, indicating that he would be there soon.
"2042, today is the summer vacation. I went for a morning run downstairs in the community this morning. I planned to buy breakfast and help in the store after running. Then I passed the corner of the T2 building. I felt sweat falling into my eyes, so I rubbed it, and then After that, I continued running, and then when I left the community, I felt something was wrong, and then everything was wrong all the way, and then my mother was not in the store, and I saw that the store was being renovated!"
She was a little anxious, but she was still very organized and spoke a little fast, so Feng Wuli could probably understand it.
There are only two words in his mind right now - evil!
"what's your name?"
"Feng Ling'er."
"What a coincidence, my surname is also Feng."
"What should we do, Dad?!" She was so anxious that she was sweating and grabbed Feng Wuli's arm.
Who is your dad? Who am I? I just graduated from high school. How could I have such an old daughter? ?
Why are you messing around on the street? !
"You, let go first."
The foreman over there looked over and saw two people moving and moving on the sidewalk over there, as if they were "scuffled" together. They couldn't hear what the two people were saying even though they were far away, and they felt worried.
This young man is good at everything, but there are many girls around him, which is not good.
The foreman looked worried.
Your girlfriend can carry the air compressor with one hand.
After a while, they saw Feng Wuli coming this way, followed by the beautiful girl, but the girl had a frown on her face, and the boss's expression also became strange.
"Let's go eat first. Everyone is hungry. There is a private kitchen right in front. I ate it once and it tasted very good."
"We are big guys, we can eat whatever we want haha."
Feng Wuli smiled: "I've already ordered a table of food, so it should be about right if I walk over now."
"It's a waste of money."
"This is my relative's child."
"Oh!" Upon hearing this, several people looked back and forth at the faces of Feng Ling'er and Feng Wuli: "No wonder they are so similar!"
Feng Wuli felt that his mind was in a mess, and he had a numb expression on his face: "Is it that similar?"
"It looks so similar! Especially the eyes!"
Feng Ling'er was a little shy. Standing behind Feng Wuli, she heard her father's friends discussing her, so she responded with a shy but polite smile.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, the heat from my body was blown away, and the cold air from the air conditioner felt very comfortable on my body.
Feng Wuli reported his mobile phone number and name, and led the masters into a private room, followed closely by a little tail.
His attitude towards life has always been like this.
That’s it for now, let’s eat first.
He asked this girl who claimed to be his daughter. She was a born practitioner. She was born with a spiritual entanglement that would last for eternity, but it was a weakened version. This was the first time she was in this situation.
"Things like spiritual entanglement... are very complicated, especially if it involves a trillion years of eternal tribulation, it might cause convulsions."
"Uh-huh!"
"Go back later...find your mother to see what's going on."
"good!"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Your mother is Wang Xilou, right?"
"yes!"
Suddenly such a big girl appeared, and it seemed that it was really happening. Feng Wuli felt a little dizzy: "I don't know if you are dreaming or I am dreaming."
When she smiled, she looked exactly like Wang Xilou: "I rarely see you having such a headache, Dad."
"What should I say? What do you think of me?"
Feng Wuli had no sense of empathy. Instead of chatting with his daughter, he always felt like the sister next door in his heart.
Feng Ling'er said: "She's lazy and cunning, and she often cheats me out of my pocket money."
"..."
This girl is very well-behaved and diligent. As soon as she sits down, she helps boil water and make tea, and also helps wash the dishes. She is very similar to Wang Xilou, a hard-working woman who can't sit still.
Feng Wuli still had a toothache on his face.
The dishes were served one after another, and he had to greet the decoration masters from time to time. Feng Ling'er sat quietly next to him, and Feng Wuli would refill his cup when there was no more tea.
After the meal was past one o'clock, everyone got up and went back.
Feng Wuli also said goodbye to the foremen and took this cheap girl back.
He still found it incredible.
He glanced back at the girl with a naive look on her face. When she saw Feng Wuli looking back at her, she smiled stupidly at him. She was a replica of Wang Xilou.
"Dad, you are young and quite handsome."
"..."
"But why are you so weak? Now, I feel like I can't even defeat you."
"..."
"Dad, do you want to drink milk tea?"
As a quasi-college student, when a female high school student suddenly appears and follows you, calling you "Daddy", Feng Wuli's heart doesn't know why.
Moreover, her Junsha accent is exactly the same as Wang Xilou's, and her Hunan girl's aura gives people the feeling of being raised by a country grandma.
Po Nu was fighting a wolf in front of the TV when he suddenly heard the door open.
"Oh! Are you back? So early today?"
As she said this, she turned around and saw a young girl behind Feng Wuli, who was holding a cup of milk tea.
Po Nu blinked his eyes, raised his brows and said: "I'm going to talk about you now. Even if Wang Xilou and I are very accommodating to you, we can't bring a girl back so blatantly. I can't pretend to be someone else. You know, forget it this time, don’t let me catch you next time.”
This man was full of dirty talk, and Feng Wuli's face turned dark.
He felt that he could not bear the pain of toothache alone.
"Go and meet my mother."
Feng Ling'er, a Po slave's mother, shouted so naturally that she called Po slave into a trap. Seeing her reaction, Feng Wuli suddenly felt comfortable.
Unlike Feng Wuli and the others, in Feng Ling'er's perception, they are his parents... and split bodies of his mother.
So you won't feel any awkwardness when calling people.
It's just that it feels very novel.
The way her father looked when he was young, the way the family looked like twenty years ago, this house is not what it was like before she and her sister.
There are no certificates posted on the wall, there is no fish tank on the balcony, there are no marks marking her and her sister’s heights on the corners, there are no shoes for her and her sister in the shoe cabinet, and there is no rosewood coffee table set by dad behind the TV. There are no tattered embroidery paintings from my mother on the walls.
There are also things that are still there more than twenty years later. Whenever she sees the appearance of these things that are so old that their functions have been lost or their functions are unclear and have been reduced to decorations twenty years later, but now they are very new, she will be surprised.
It turns out that this router can really play games.
The room they slept in is still a utility room and there is no bed.
She looked at all this with novelty, feeling both strange and familiar at the same time.
After the initial shock, Po Nu was holding her daughter in her arms, and then called Wang Xilou, who was out repairing the battery car, to come back quickly.
When Wang Xilou came back, he was also surprised, but she actually accepted it much more easily than Feng Wuli: "Are you Ling'er or Xiaoluo?"
"Ling'er."
Feng Wuli raised his eyebrows: "You know?"
"I know a little bit." She nodded in recognition.
"How did you know?"
Wang Xilou rolled his eyes at him: "Master is also an immortal after all."
"Why didn't I know you still had this ability?"
She smiled and shook her head. Every time she looked like this, Feng Wuli knew that she was trying to show off again. As expected, he saw an inscrutable look on her face and said: "A true immortal should have the ability to be omniscient and omnipotent. What do you think?" Master only knows brute force? After becoming an immortal, Master has a lot of things called 'premonitions'. He can see into the future and see through the past. I can't say, but where is the fate of my body, where does it extend, and where does it come from? It's still rough. Know a thing or two.”
It sounds lofty and lofty, like a saint in apotheosis, but a saint does not end easily, while a real immortal cannot escape even if he senses something, and is already in disaster.
The Immortal was far from being as simple as he imagined.
Wang Xilou waved his hand: "Come here and let me take a look."
Feng Ling'er walked over with a well-behaved look on her face.
"How did you come here?"
"I don't know. I went for a morning jog this morning. As I was running, I didn't know how I got here." She felt a little uneasy: "Mom, will I not be able to go back?"
Wang Xilou had been calm just now, but her mother's heart skipped a beat after hearing this sound. As an immortal, she used a layer of cloth to wrap up all the important things that had been with her before she became an immortal. The things she treasured from now on would not Even if it is reduced by one millimeter, it will not be increased by one cent.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that there was something more inside.
She rarely thought about it seriously and came up with the answer: "Someone sent you here."
"Huh? Who?"
"have no idea."
"You don't know either?"
Wang Xilou looked strange: "Why do I have to know?"
"Then, how do I go back?"
"You'll be back in a few days. You have...the aura of your father. Will he be very powerful in the future?"
"Awesome, he is——"
Unable to speak, there was a busy tone.
Feng Ling'er said again: "——"
"Needless to say, the rules don't allow you to say it."
"oh."
"Your father will get you back. Just stay here for the next two days."
"Will he come?"
Wang Xilou thought for a moment, and she knew much more about these matters of cultivation than Feng Wuli: "If you can't get through it, even the ancient gods don't have the ability to travel through time and space at will. Every time you travel through time and space, it's not because you have this ability." Only with the ability can you travel, but because you first have the result of going back to the past, then there is the beginning of your morning run in the future and the beginning of this end in the past."
"Oh~" She suddenly realized that the ability to travel through time and space is a key, but without the keyhole of the drawer, just having the key is meaningless.
As for how the keyholes and drawers came about, it feels like they are on another level.
Feng Wuli was not used to this kind of brainy Wang Xilou. Seeing that they all seemed to understand, he turned to look at Po Nu. Seeing that Po Nu was still confused, he nodded with a deep expression.
Pretend that you understand too.
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It’s updated on time, and it’s still 4,000 words. It doesn’t matter if you try your best to praise me.
(End of chapter)
