This kind of bicycle shop is more than ten years old, and the owner has just finished eating with his wife and son when they arrive. Lycoon

The boss is a bald local and asks what type of wind no ideal wants.

"It's suitable for girls to ride, just ride around the city."

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

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

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

When she came over, Feng unreasonably straightened her unturned collar.

He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Wait a minute." Lycoon

Wang Xilou was suddenly in high spirits.

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

It's just the aura of having just eaten and coming out for a walk.

The boss introduced the car model to her, she looked at it and nodded, and began to look east and west to ask.

"Why doesn't this car have brakes?"

"It's a dead fly, it's for the site, but in recent years, a lot of young people have used it as road bikes."

"Ouch, it's called Death Fly, how ugly." Wang Xilou is very much like those vegetable market aunts at this time. Lycoon

At first, she just asked about the bikes, and then she talked about the décor of the shop.

"Boss, your son, what grade is it?"

"Third grade."

"It's really nutritious, this school uniform, twelve small, right?"

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

Wang Xilou is well-behaved and likable, she said that she did not buy a bicycle, but a sophisticated person.

"How did you get this hand, and it's bandaged." Lycoon

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

"Ouch." Wang Xilou tugged at his heart and felt empathy: "The news has been reported, and the fire is burning so badly."

"At that time, it seemed that a few young people noticed the fire first, and went from house to door to knock on the door to remind him that he fell when he went downstairs by himself."

"It's good that people are fine."

"It's a pity that a few of the younger generations didn't run out, and there was a young man who had a motorcycle to change tires at my place."

The boss eventually sent the car back, but the building was no longer inhabited.

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

The original price is two thousand four, if you let Feng Wuli buy it is estimated that it is really two thousand four and take it away, Wang Xilou is worth four hundred for a meal, and Feng Wuli asked the boss to add a back seat, and the labor cost was not confiscated to help install it.

When she left, Wang Xilou was very proud, and Feng unreasonably said that she laughed and was a villain.

She snatched the unreasonable new car like a little girl: "Master rides a new one, you ride the new one, you ride it out and ride it back by yourself."

The two of them pushed a bicycle and went out on the street, and the spirit guys were still there.

Six people, five modified motorcycles, typical ghost fire teenagers, smoking cigarettes, talking loudly, hairstyle six inside four pot lids.

His eyes also looked at the two people who were pushing bicycles by unscrupulously, and he didn't know politeness at all.

If it is an ordinary high school student, it will definitely walk over silently to avoid causing trouble, and some girls' families may take a detour directly when they see it. Lycoon

These young people have nothing to do and don't know what to do, so they gather in a heap 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 lid of the pot with a cigarette is particularly self-cooked.

"My girlfriend is bargaining."

"To smoke or not to smoke?" A cigarette is handed to the lid.

Feng dared to kill Wang Xilou if he dared to take him unreasonably, he shook his head and was about to leave. Lycoon

Then another spiritual guy stopped him and said, "Dude, you

This car is good, 28 big bars, Phoenix, right?"

I don't know what kind of laughter they struck, but the person who spoke shook his bangs and looked at the person next to him to find the same feeling, and they all laughed.

The laughter was quite harsh.

"Borrowed to ride, I haven't ridden the twenty-eight bars." A street runner who scratched his ears and cheeks came over and asked Feng Wuunliang to borrow a bicycle to ride: "I forgot where my car stopped, I will return it to you when I find it!"

They look like they are bullying people, like asking people to collect protection money, and playing tricks on some 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. Lycoon

The smug little eyes are just saying, looking at the master, he is really a red face and a troubled person.

What a few spiritual guys didn't expect was that this teenager actually lent them a bicycle.

The 28 bars were bought by Wang Xilou in the 70s and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives with a ticket, which is very old.

The young man named Ryoko rode away on a bicycle that was unreasonable, and several other motorcycles followed him, racing in this poorly lit old town, and the quality was not there.

At night, the car is still crying and howling, and all kinds of strange screams are made.

The leader was a 28-bar car, which was kicked fast.

Feng Wuli rode the bicycle he bought tonight, with Wang Xilou behind him, and followed unhurriedly, thinking that he would return the car to himself when they were tired of playing. Lycoon

Perhaps because they were afraid of causing trouble, no one dared to reprimand these street slickers, so they let them disturb the people at night.

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

"Anyway, that girl is so beautiful!"

"Where are we going?"

"Ryoko, you're riding too slowly!"

Along the way, the spirit guys cried wolf.

But the streets are quiet, and the neighbors seem to have suffered from it for a long time, and they dare not beak for fear of causing trouble. Lycoon

A boy on a bicycle was far behind and carrying his girlfriend by.

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

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

It seemed that it was difficult for this zombie of traditional thinking to accept new ideas, and he had no choice but to give up.

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

It seems to be flowing in the air, especially a few pot lids, and while talking, you have to shake the bangs in front of you, and if you don't shake your head, it seems that you can't speak.

Feng asked unreasonably, "Aren't you riding?" Lycoon

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

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

A few people next to him laughed at him, saying that he had forgotten where the car was, so he craned his neck and laughed, and then rode into his favorite car.

"Gone, brothers!"

Ryoko said hello, the street rang out, the engine started and roared, and a few buzzes drove away.

The earth-shattering sound of engines was accompanied by loud shouts.

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

At least before the fire, there were neighbors who scolded every day.

Feng Wuli was driven by Wang Xilou to ride an old bicycle, and he proposed to buy a cake, after all, it was a birthday.

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

The two rode their bikes and drove home slowly.

"Let's make a few cans tonight."

"I won't drink it."

"Spicy Chicken Apprentice!" Lycoon

The wind rode unreasonably and silently, so that Wang Xilou couldn't catch up, so Master could only stand up and ride, shouting for him to slow down.

Trash zombies.

Feng Wuli thought that Wang Xilou was joking, but it turned out that this person really went to buy wine.

She doesn't drink heavily, occasionally drinks by herself, and in the winter she sucks a white tusk

The tube sucked and drank to keep warm.

She can't get drunk with zombies anyway.

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

"You should wear sweatpants, these pants are uncomfortable to ride." She turned the keychain and followed the wind unreasonably, standing next to the wind and unreasonably locking the car. Lycoon

"I'll buy you some new clothes, don't wear my old clothes all the time." It's like you can't open the pot at home.

"It's all new, don't wear it and waste it!"

Wang Xilou told him that when they used to be, a piece of clothing was passed down for three generations, and people still wore clothes, saying that they had never bought new clothes when they were children.

"It's not the Song Dynasty now."

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

Looking back unreasonably, it is the neon of high-rise buildings in the clouds of the modern city, and looking forward is a dazzling array of goods under the white lights of the supermarket.

Looking around is a small zombie from the Song Dynasty. Lycoon

He suddenly wondered, "By the way, you haven't said it for so many years, how old were you when you died?"

Wang Xilou choked and became distracted, and the wind was unreasonable and immediately felt tired, he seemed to have asked when he was a child, but he was all perfunctory.

"Why don't you speak?"

Wang Xilou pushed him into the supermarket, haha, "Why do you ask this, Master is now more than 800 years old...... Isn't it amazing!"

Now that Feng Wuli is unreasonable, it will naturally not be so easy for her to perfunctory.

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

"I don't think there's twenty, it's a little younger than twenty." Lycoon

"Don't ask...... Look!" She suddenly pointed over there and said to take him to play with the rice.

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

The little zombie tried her best to avoid the question, and the wind grabbed her hand unreasonably and didn't let her run around the supermarket, like catching a child running around in the supermarket.

"Nineteen, right?"

Wang Xilou didn't dare to look at him.

Feng raised an eyebrow unreasonably.

"Eighteen?" He guessed another number. Lycoon

「……」

"You can't only have seventeen, right?"

Thinking about it this way, in her time, Seventeen was already an older leftover girl.

As a result, the woman still did not give a positive answer.

"You don't have seventeen?"

How much more evil will he do?

"Eighteen to eighteen! Don't talk nonsense! No, it's eight hundred...... You don't care what year Master died!" Lycoon

Someone next to him looked at the young couple strangely, but probably thought it was a movie, and he was not surprised by what they said.

Wang Xilou was a little apologetic for disturbing others.

In the end, Feng Wuli didn't know how old Wang Xilou was before he died, and he guessed that it might not be eighteen...... He's kind of bad.

In other words, she was not fully developed back then, and she could not see her feet when she lowered her head, which would give her a few years of development, and she didn't dare to think about it.

"Why did you suddenly come to buy alcohol?" He forcibly stopped thinking about this in his brain, as if she were over 800 years old.

"Master's birthday today, Master is happy!" She had forgotten about it just two hours ago.

As she spoke, as if by magic, she took out a fifty yuan voucher from her pocket for the supermarket, which could be used for a full hundred, and the deactivation time was two days. Lycoon

"Master won it back by playing mahjong!"

Feng Wuli felt that she was very proud now.

Wang Xilou's 847-year-old birthday was spent by Feng Wuli with her, and the gift was that she was going to use this consumption voucher today, and the apprentice paid for her.

As a result, Wang Xilou just bought a bunch of daily necessities, toilet paper, cooking oil, a new bath towel, and a new pair of 33-yard flip-flops.

There are also a few small snacks that she likes to eat, all of which are bargains.

There was also a dozen beers, and she said that she was in a good mood, and that they had a few cans for their birthday.

Feng Wuli took a packet of fruit hard candy. Lycoon

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

"One hundred and forty-eight."

"Why is it so expensive, I'll just have a packet of sugar."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were all together." The salesman apologizes.

"No, I don't know her."

Wang Xilou looked stunned beside him.

He actually paid and was leaving. Lycoon

I didn't take two steps before I was dragged back by Master and paid for it.

There was not much traffic, and the salesman couldn't help but smile when he looked at the little couple, and a few guests next to him also smiled.

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

Feng Wuli laughed unreasonably, "Go home."

The two rode bicycles and walked slowly towards the old street, and a row of street lamps stretched their shadows, shortened, lengthened, and repeatedly.

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 is no one in the old city at night, and she has to show the little apprentice that she can ride with her hands open, open her hands to maintain balance, and the wind has been expecting her to fall unreasonably, but unfortunately it was not staged. Lycoon

When he was tired of riding, he grabbed Feng Wuli's arm and let him carry him forward.

It's all dangerous driving.

Wang Xilou has endless words like a finch, but it is easy to breathe while talking while exercising, especially this road often goes downhill and uphill, and the spicy chicken zombie quickly becomes out of breath, and then begins to scold the urban planning how to design the road.

Feng Wuli also talked about 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 cover, Feng Wuli kindergarten to the second grade of primary school she gave advice, in front of Feng Wuli in front of the storm, she has begun to struggle when she rises to the third grade.

"Study hard, and when the time comes, you will be admitted to a good university." She said dryly.

"What if I want to take the provincial exam?" He asked, "Or go abroad or something." Lycoon

「…… If you want to, you can take the test."

"Oh."

Suddenly there was silence, the air became quiet, only the shadows kept moving closer and closer.

Feng Wuli glanced at this person quietly, and it was rare to see her with a tangled face.

About three or four times the street lights.

"Can you bring Master with you?" She asked weakly with her neck curled.

Before Feng Wuli could say anything, she explained it herself: Yi

"That's definitely not that Master is reluctant to leave you, you will definitely come back during the winter and summer vacations, right, even if you grow so old and haven't left Master's side, Master is afraid that you won't be used to eating in other places, and no one will take care of you at that time, although Master believes that you can also take care of yourself, but ...... in other provinces."

"It may be abroad, and if you study abroad, it may take several years to come back." He stabbed her at the right time.

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

She talked in a mess, and she didn't stop smiling when she was unreasonable, but he was bad, just to see the little zombie rack his brains to explain that if he went to another province and abroad, he would have a hundred reasons to bring the master with him.

How can anyone pack and take the 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! Did you hear that?" She tried to see the dagger.

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