Xue Cheng stepped on the Longmen Bridge, as if talking to himself, and also seemed to introduce to the aliens: "This is the Dragon Gate, I wonder if the little fish in the river will jump over this bridge will become a dragon?"

The alien man turned his head down, looked at the bridge hole of the stone arch bridge and said, "Even if it doesn't become a dragon, it will become a refinement, you wait for me." As he spoke, he climbed over the railing of the bridge.

"Hey, don't ......" Xue Cheng thought that he was abandoned by his wife, and he couldn't think about it, and when he saw that the river was about to jump into the river to commit suicide, he hurriedly went to pull him, but he was still a step too late, his hand was empty, and he hurriedly held on to the railing to look down, but saw his figure flashing into a small bridge hole on the shoulder of the stone bridge.

It's good that he didn't jump into the river, Xue Cheng exhaled. The alien's thinking is really peculiar, how did he get into the bridge hole while walking?

Xue Cheng leaned on the railing of the bridge and looked up, looking at the sky and stars.

"Do you bring a knife or something?" the alien's voice came from under the bridge.

Not to mention, under the starry sky of the night, hearing his voice, like listening to the heavens, his voice is very good, and the Chinese language is more Chinese than the Chinese, and it is so full of beauty.

Xue Cheng took out his fruit knife from his bag and handed it to the railing of the bridge. The alien reached for the knife and retracted into the bridge.

How could an alien have slender and white fingers? Xue Cheng once again doubted the fact that he had seen with his own eyes.

Except for the occasional whizzing of cars with high beams on, the night was so quiet that the sound of carving stones was as creepy as a tomb robbery.

About a quarter of an hour, the sound of "tomb robbing" ended, and the alien emerged from the hole in the bridge, climbed over the railing, and returned to the bridge. In one hand he held a dirty stone and in the other he held a knife that had been broken in two.

"It's broken. He held the knife up in front of her.

It's finally broken, it's fate. This knife was given by her boyfriend when she was in college, and twenty years have passed, although the sea has not been mulberry, her boyfriend has become her ex-husband, and this knife has finally broken, and the last thing he left her is also broken.

Xue Cheng fell into a daze of memories, and the alien didn't see her speak or pick up the knife for a long time, thinking that she was angry, so he said, "This...... I'm sorry, I'll fix it for you. ”

His voice interrupted Xue Cheng's sluggish state.

"It's just a fruit knife, if it's broken, it's broken, throw it away. Xue Cheng turned and walked forward.

The alien followed: "This knife is very important to you, I'll fix it better to compensate you, okay?"

"No need. "Although this fruit knife is inconspicuous, it is also made of steel, and there are no machines and industrial means, how can he repair it? And he is a penniless alien, and he has no money to buy it.

"I'm serious," he held up the stone in his hand and shook it, "I dug up a piece of White Shadow, which is a good refining material, enough to make a small knife. ”

Is it still an alien from the world of Xianxia?

Xue Cheng felt like a dream for a while, could it be that he was too busy recently, his physical condition was not good, and he was hallucinating?

Walk across the Longmen Bridge and turn left, Xue Cheng has already crossed the road and turned over, and the alien is walking behind, still crossing the road. A car drove up on the bridge and honked its horn, apparently disgusted that aliens were blocking his way.

Xue Cheng turned around, and others could also see aliens, so it was definitely not her hallucination.

Walking west along the north bank of the Huai River, the wind blowing on the river was even colder, Xue Cheng hugged his arm, and the alien covered his windbreaker.

"Isn't it true that immortal cultivators are immune to cold and heat, and you still feel cold?" Xue Cheng asked with his head sideways.

"I'm ...... Mortal. "The alien is holding a rock in one hand and a knife broken in two in the other.

"Do mortals still refine weapons?" Xue Cheng simply sent a nerve and followed the aliens to crook the building. She has lived a serious and upward life for decades, and she has fallen into this situation, what else is there to scruple about.

The alien said abruptly: "Our people are special, although they are mortals, they can refine weapons. ”

Bloodline is a very important condition in Xiuzhen's novels, Xue Cheng sneered, she has been so confused for such a year, God is still joking with her, is it really not going to make her crazy? Or is this world so crazy in the first place?

Xue Cheng shook his head: "Okay, let's go, whether you are an alien or a homeless, I will take you in for one night first, and you will fend for yourself in the future, or return to your planet, you will talk about it tomorrow." ”

The alien stopped talking and silently followed Xue Cheng.

I walked along the river for about a thousand meters and arrived at Xue Cheng's residence.

This is an ordinary farmhouse courtyard on the outskirts of the city, the area is not small, about one acre, but the house is very old. This is not Xue Cheng's house, the owner of this house is an old lady in her seventies, a few years ago Xue Cheng worked as a nanny for the old lady for a period of time, and then the old lady's son abroad took the old lady to live abroad, and the old lady handed over the house to Xue Cheng to help take care of it before leaving.

Xue Cheng took out the key to open the door and let the aliens go in first, and she locked the door and walked towards the courtyard.

The huge yard, Xue Cheng naturally did not let it be deserted, not only planted a lot of vegetables, but also corn and other food crops. A small piece of chicken netting was also circled in the southwest of the yard to feed a few chickens.

Xue Cheng first led the alien into the room of the old lady's son of the landlady, found a few clothes for the old lady's son to wear, cleaned up briefly, and let him sleep in this room tonight.

After arranging the aliens, Xue Cheng went to the kitchen to boil water and prepare to wash. Tired physically and mentally, her bones are about to fall apart, she often wants to go to sleep without washing, but the habit of decades is really deep-rooted.

Forty years old, a watershed in life, physical strength is deteriorating, thinking back to the twenties, not to mention working all day, more than 30 hours in a row without getting off the operating table, I don't feel tired, and every operation is a perfect success.

Back then, huh!

Xue Cheng laughed bitterly at himself, he had become an unrepeatable old man, and the flowers had a reblooming day, and no one was young again.

The cold air blew through her thin clothes, and life was really like this, lonely and desolate.

Sometimes she thinks that if it is really like a novel, how good it would be to be reborn and travel again, and try her best to make up for all her regrets, but the reality is always a basin of cold water that cannot be poured endlessly, pouring people crystal clear and cold.

The next day, Xue Cheng was woken up by the chirping of chickens in the chicken pen as usual.

Opening his eyes, returning to reality, stretching his body, rubbing his sore cervical spine, and hammering his sore spine a few more times, Xue Cheng forced himself to get up from the bed.

I didn't wash my face, I went to feed the chickens first in my slippers, and by the way, I took the eggs laid yesterday.

The seven chickens were picked up from a garbage dump in a neighborhood last winter. At that time, they were still chicks, dyed green, yellow, and red, and discarded after being played with by the children of rich families.

After Xue Cheng picked them up, he put them in cardboard boxes, raised them by the fire, fed them water and millet, and survived and grew into a rooster and six hens.

The poor Xue Cheng had no money to buy food for them, so he could only get up early every day on the way to work, and by the way, pick up the food thrown away by other people's homes to feed them. They also reciprocate by laying eggs from time to time.

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