Who is not a fairy?

He Xu saw Yan Feng at a glance.

Yan Feng should have arrived in a hurry and was still wearing a police uniform, but despite his haste, he was still tall and full of energy.

When He Xu looked at him, he looked back, his eyes met, Yan Feng didn't feel embarrassed at all, and even curled the corners of his mouth, he looked like an authentic police ruffian.

Chen Yangcheng didn't notice this scene. As soon as he came in, he was slammed with "boss" a lot. He coughed slightly, obviously uncomfortable: "Let me introduce our new member to everyone, He Xu, everyone should be fine." He is very familiar, he is the famous 'Seed Cake Pan'an' in Liming City."

His tone was soft, and before he finished speaking, there were already rustling voices in the crowd, blurting out the words "Seed Cake Pan An", the voice was like boiling water, boiling to the peak, a crowd Everyone chattered and discussed, Chen Yangcheng opened his mouth, but couldn't find a place to insert it.

He Xu looked at Yan Feng, he thought he would come out to stop him, but Yan Feng put his trouser pockets in his pocket, looking like he had nothing to do with him, just when Chen Yangcheng's face was flushed, suddenly there was a sound of a cane hitting the ground sound.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk".

The voice was not loud, and even the people in front couldn't hear it unless they listened carefully, but as the people behind became quiet, the silence swept through the crowd like a wave, and the people around gave way spontaneously, a thin old man Leaning on crutches, he walked to the front.

Although he was on crutches, his steps were not slow and steady. He Xu noticed that his eyes were very bright, like an old and vicious eagle.

Song Yu whispered behind him: "This is the god of electricity, Mr. Yang Yongzhang."

He Xu asked: "Which Yong? Which Chapter?"

Song Yu quickly glanced at old man Yang: "The mediocrity of mediocrity, the chapters of the article."

The mediocre makes its own way.

Seeing Yang Yongzhang standing still beside Chen Yangcheng, he knocked the ground with his crutches again.

That sound was really: dull and long.

The old man glanced around, and then said: "Newcomers are here, everyone is excited, it is understandable. But don't get too excited and forget what day it is today!" The "God Killer" was rampant and slaughtered his compatriots. Two people died tragically, and three people died. Suffering, now is not the time to celebrate! As long as the 'God Slayer' is not eliminated, we cannot relax our vigilance! Do you understand?!"

He Xu chewed the old man's name in his mouth, and listened to the half-spoken speech in his ears, and felt that the old man was not young, and he might be a member of a family.

After Yang Yongzhang finished publishing, he turned to Chen Yangcheng again, his amiability was not lacking in majesty: "Xiao Chen, come here."

Chen Yangcheng nodded: "Mr. Yang is right. The situation is severe now. I will ask Mr. Yan to strengthen security management, but the most important thing is that everyone must have a sense of prevention and not let down their vigilance. The compatriots who died in the accident feel deeply sad, and hope that the injured can recover soon. If you have any blessings, please tell me, and I will convey them on your behalf." He paused, "That's all, you'White Pigeon Group "Welcome to the newcomers, the 'Eagle Group' come with me."

Song Yu added in time later: "The 'Flying Birds' are divided into two groups, one is the 'White Pigeon Group', which is mainly responsible for daily order and supervision, and the group leader is Mr. Yang Lao; the other is the 'Eagle Group', which is responsible for maintenance For law and order, the team leader is Yan Feng, the god of police.”

In short, the "White Pigeon Group" is doing the work of the aunts of the neighborhood committee and the Chaoyang people; the "Eagle Group" is doing the work of the police.

He Xu had no opinion on this classification, but he squinted at the steady Yang Yongzhang and thought: This power structure is really interesting.

The old man stood there, and he should have gone over to say hello, but he took two steps forward, as if he suddenly sensed something was wrong, and glanced back at Song Yu who was standing there: "You don't come ?”

I haven't seen each other for a few days. Seeing Song Yu sticking to him tightly, Song Yu may not feel it, but He Xu knows it very well, but he is always willing to pretend to be deaf. He looked at Song Yu curiously, and Song Yu looked at him for two seconds, enduring He couldn't help but tilt his head: "I'll wait for you here."

He Xu glanced at Yang Yongzhang again, and saw that he was looking at this side, the folds between his brows were as deep as the Mariana Trench, and he understood, as the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, not to mention that this old man has a heart-to-heart look at him. The sky is high, suddenly there is a young man with the same ability as him, it's no wonder he has a good face.

He Xu came forward to say hello, Yang Yongzhang talked with him for a few words, but he couldn't hold back after all, he turned the corner and asked what was his relationship with Song Yu, He Xu laughed and left.

As soon as he stepped back, he was about to talk to Song Yu, but he saw Modin's smug face popping out from nowhere, boldly dragging him to the table by one arm.

The room is very big, and there is a big round table near the wall, which is full of hot dishes. There are people standing around the table, headed by a beaming aunt: "The boss told me on the road: You have not yet It's a pity that I'm in a hurry to eat, so I can make something casually, and my daughter can eat it alive."

Song Yu whispered in his ear: "This is the god of housekeeping, Fan Xiaokou, we call her Aunt Fan."

Not to mention, He Xu was really hungry, the noodles are easy to digest, not to mention that he had such a thrilling fight, he was not polite, he yelled "Hello, auntie" sweetly, and sat down to eat.

He not only ate by himself, but also sat down with Song Yu. Song Yu was not used to being watched by so many people, but He Xu had already stuffed the chopsticks into his hand, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the food.

The corners of He Xu's eyes were naturally smiling, and his face was very pleasing, especially the hearts of the female compatriots in the "White Pigeon Group". The five unlucky people who attacked were thrown out of the sky by everyone.

He Xu drank a lot, although he didn't talk nonsense, but his face was already red. Seeing him like this, Chen Yangcheng only asked him to record his irises, and asked Modin to drive him home.

The briquette spirit held back all night, and jumped out as soon as he got home, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then criticized He Xu: "You smell so bad of alcohol," and then praised the fresh milk, "It's still delicious .”

As he spoke, he opened the refrigerator and soaked himself in fresh milk.

He Xu leaned against the wall in a daze for a while, then suddenly tapped on the wall with his fingers: "Help me warm a cup of milk."

The briquette spirit looked indifferent: "Go by yourself!"

Seeing that He Xu seemed really tired later, he reluctantly heated up the milk and stuffed the cup into his hand.

When He Xu saw the milk, he was not in a hurry to drink it, but held it with both hands, rubbing the wall of the cup with his fingertips, the flush on his face had faded, it was just a kind of anemia paleness.

The coal ball spirit couldn't help but jumped up and slammed into his chest lightly: "What's wrong with you today? Do you want to cry? Let me find a basin for you to catch it?"

He Xu came back to his senses, smiled, and flicked the blob spirit on the forehead with his fingers: "If you talk too cheap, I'll throw you out."

The coal ball spirit got up from the ground and rolled all the way back to He Xu's feet: "What's wrong with you?"

He Xu was fine, he just felt a little... confused.

Have you ever seen a bee before? When I was young, I was skinny. If you put a bee in a glass jar, it would keep bumping its head against the glass.

It has such a small brain and is so stupid, of course humans are smarter than it, knowing that there is an invisible thing that separates it from the world, and that thing is called glass.

It is not just glass that may separate people.

Wankun Street is the leading food street in Liming City, and it is still noisy at this point. He Xu can hear the sound of food stalls late at night: some are drinking and blowing bottles, some are flirting with Xiaomi, some are scolding the sky and scolding their old ladies, There are also heroes who slapped the table in anger, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight...

He didn't feel noisy, nor did he feel at ease, he just felt that he seemed to be listening to a very realistic drama, so lifelike, it wasn't real after all.

He slowly slid down from the wall and sat on the ground, thinking coldly and bitterly: What are these things?

Birds, Godslayers, Fire Seeds, Coal Ball Spirits, what are these various gods?

Why did he, a conscientious little commoner, an ordinary person with no ambitions, and a simple materialist, do these things?

He Xu moved his lips suddenly, his voice was suppressed extremely low, almost in his throat: "...do you think I'm human?"

The coal ball spirit obviously didn't hear clearly, and tilted his head to look at him: "What?"

He Xu smiled: "It's nothing, I'm going to sleep."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank the milk in one gulp.

Behind him was the briquette spirit who was so angry that he jumped, scolding him for chewing peonies and being a waste of everything.

He Xu's last thought before going to bed at that time was: what he said at the time that Song Yu was "not human" was too much, and he had to apologize to him next time we meet.

What he didn't expect was that the next meeting would come so soon.

That night he was a little drunk, and after sleeping for more than three hours, he couldn't fall asleep anymore. After tossing and turning for a while, he decided to get up. Seeing that it was still early, he called the owner of the pork shop and told the pork shop owner that he was going to get the meat by himself. Delivered to your door.

Carrying the pork and walking back, He Xu had a sudden idea to change the road. There was a whole field of sweet-scented osmanthus trees on that road, which should be in full bloom at this time, shining golden.

That's where he saw Song Yu.

There is a rain shelter in the park. Song Yu is squatting outside the pavilion. From his messy hair, crumpled clothes, and things placed in the pavilion, it can be confirmed that he sleeps in the pavilion at night.

Song Yu didn't see He Xu, he was feeding a stray dog ​​with his back turned to him.

First he took an enamel basin, poured some water into it, and then took a large enamel basin, filled a basin full of dog food, then he picked up the instant noodles that were put aside, which still tasted like braised beef. I buried myself in eating with relish.

At this time, there was already a glimmer of light in the sky, and the morning light was like a straight sword, cutting through thorns and thorns all the way. Only when it fell on a man and a dog, did the shadows of the two heroes remain.

He Xu couldn't help laughing.

It seems that wherever that person is, there is always light.

Song Yu turned his head abruptly, and the first time he met He Xu, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he murmured, "Mr. He."

He Xu didn't say anything.

Song Yu thought he didn't hear it, so his voice became louder: "Mr. He."

He Xu still didn't say anything.

Song Yu was so embarrassed at this time that he wanted to find a hole in the ground and forget it. He Xu couldn't help sighing when he saw him embarrassed, thinking that he had nothing to do, so he just said something, and he didn't know him. It's a mallet.

When he was about to answer, Song Yu suddenly changed his mouth and called, "He Xu."

The eyes are shining.