Who calls this thing a god?

It was a cloudy day, dark clouds and mist shrouded the city, and it was raining after a while.

Wet hair and clothes, sticking to the body limply, wandering in the crowds, more like an innocent disaster.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Qi You arrived at the North Railway Station. He stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing a clean sweater and jeans, and looked no different from ordinary college students.

The red light from the station's display screen was reflected on his side face, rubbing into his clear eyes.

The slightly cold electronic sound sounded again, reminding that the next bus is about to leave, and passengers who have not checked the ticket should pay attention to the time.

Qiyou held Shen Xuan's forged Yaozu ID card and train ticket in his pocket, pulled on his mask with the other hand, and glanced calmly at the bright red subtitles on the display.

Back to the Office of the Chief of Bureau Nine two hours ago.

The red thread untied from his fingers, like a fish wagging its tail, and got into his sleeve.

Qiyou lowered his sleeves to cover his wrists, and said expressionlessly, "You knew that Lu Chan was Shen Hegui, why didn't you tell him."

Shen Xuan, who was sitting across from him, clasped his palms together to gather and dismantle, and for a moment looked as if he had aged by more than twenty years.

He sighed deeply, and said with a wry smile: "Master Kuan Youshen, why should he go through the past again. I don't want...he hates me anymore. Can you understand me?"

Although Qiyou didn't hate him, he didn't pity him either.

He casually stuffed the mobile phone, ID card and train ticket handed in front of him into his pocket, and said without changing his expression, "Try to delay Lu Chan for a while longer."

Last night, both of them intentionally charged the "battery" enough, which can last for about two days, but Lu Chan came back today and found the little princess running away halfway, so he couldn't help but kill him on the spot.

Qiyou took out his original mobile phone, removed the SIM card neatly, put it on the table together with the mobile phone and pushed it in front of Shen Xuan, "Please deposit it."

He didn't intend to spend too much time talking with others, he lowered his eyes halfway after saying this, and turned around to leave.

Shen Xuan straightened his back unconsciously, watching him leave with an old and helpless look in his eyes.

With a long sigh, he said respectfully:

"Congratulations, Lord God, I wish you all the best in this journey—"

The crowd in the station was bustling with people, most of them were carrying large and small parcels, looking hurried and walking in a hurry.

Middle-aged and elderly people in their 50s and [-]s are more aggressive than some young people.

Qiyou was bumped on the shoulder by a pedestrian, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look over.

The person who hit someone was probably on the same train as him. He was carrying two bulging luggage bags. He first threw one of them on his shoulder, and then the other onto his other hand.

The man moved his left hand that was congested with blood, and said with a sneer, "Oh my god, I'm sorry, little brother."

Qi You: "..."

"Hey mom, are you taking this car too?"

The man looks like he should be in his 40s or [-]s. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth reach to the ears, which can be said to be quite familiar.

It was the first time for Qi You to be approached by someone, and subconsciously wanted to look in the mirror to see his insulated face.

He didn't answer, and the man didn't think it was boring. Instead, he grinned and said, "That's great, where do you sit, brother? I'll take No. 55. If we are next to each other, I brought a roast chicken. It's delicious." Woolen cloth."

Qiyou: "..." It's best not to sit together.

He said blankly, "It can't be that coincidental."

As he spoke, he pulled out his ticket from his pocket with his backhand.

"No. 56" in black and bold.

Qiyou: "..." Fuck.

He stuffed the ticket back without changing his face, and walked back resolutely.

"Hey, hey, big brother won't go this time, it's already checked, why are you going!"

"..." Don't do anything, I refund the ticket, and I walk to the destination.

There are three seats on the train, and Qiyou sits in the middle, like a panting tombstone.

In his heart, he secretly added another sum to Shen Xuan who booked the ticket.

Sitting on the right is a [-]-year-old lady, and on the left by the window is the uncle with a northeast accent.

Qiyou pulled a donkey face and wanted to return to the temple on the spot.

The train was still crowded, and most of the people sitting and standing were indescribably tired.

Some people stretched their necks and talked with their heads on their heads. The children couldn't stop crying, and the parents coaxed them helplessly and dotingly.

There was also a child in the seat opposite to Qiyou, but it was still very young, being held in the arms of a woman and sucking her thumb, looking curiously at the carriage with black bean-like eyes.

He didn't like children and looked away after only one glance.

The old woman in her [-]s next to him was holding a smart phone, and her eyes behind the reading glasses had to be blurred into a slit to barely read the words on the phone.

She sighed softly, and tremblingly stretched out the mobile phone to Qiyou's side: "Young man...help me find out why I have no sound here? Is it broken..."

Qi You was at a loss at first, then stunned.

He wondered if his factory-set shielding system was really broken.

Neither is he reaching out, nor is he not reaching out.

Fortunately, the Northeast uncle next to him was very familiar. He said with a smile, "Hey, aunt, what are you doing? Here, I'll show you."

The old lady didn't hear what he said before, but only heard the following sentence "Let's take a look", she glanced at him gratefully, handed the mobile phone to his hand, and muttered, "I'm getting old, the more I can't keep up with the times, and I can't read the words clearly. This mobile phone was bought by my son."

The uncle checked the display signs on her mobile phone page with ease, and said enthusiastically, "Then you are going to your son's house this time?"

"Yeah, I'm going to hug my grandson."

The old lady's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile, and her mouth was a little bit closed, revealing her silver-rimmed teeth.

"That's great, that's great."

Qiyou sat between them like a paralyzed chick, but the uncle wanted to take him with him when he was chatting, "Hey, bro, are you back to school yet?"

"..." I really don't know where I go to school.

With a wooden face, he hummed perfunctorily for a long time.

"Then you... are you going to college this year?" The uncle said with a smile, "My son is about to graduate from high school, hey, which college are you in, okay?"

Qi You: "... Hogwarts College."

Uncle: "..."

He quietly moved his mobile phone to the window, "Oh, that's pretty good."

The old lady didn't know about Harry Potter, and naturally she didn't know about "Hogwarts", so she asked the man with a smile, "Then you are..."

"Oh, I'm going back to my hometown." The uncle bared his teeth and smiled, "The Chinese New Year's wages were paid a few days ago. The unscrupulous boss is shameless. No wonder the daughter-in-law ran away with the contractor. She deserved it."

Granny: "..."

He fiddled with it a few times and then handed the phone back: "Here, it's done."

"thanks……"

"Hey, thanks a chicken...ah no."

The uncle coughed: "I mean, you're welcome. Why are you hugging your grandson at this time, aunt?"

The old lady said with a dull face: "My ex-daughter-in-law ran away with the contractor."

Uncle: "..."

Qiyou: "..." Hey.

He suppressed the smile on the corner of his lips, lowered his head and fiddled with the mobile phone that Shen Xuan had prepared in advance.

He wants this to pass the time, after all he has no other contacts except Lu Chan.

... He didn't want to involve Lu Chan in this matter, the bond between Su Youzong and him had already been broken when Shen He returned to his body and died.

The sound of a child crying sounded across from him.

Qi You looked up subconsciously, and the young and gentle woman patted the swaddle skillfully, with a gentle expression on her face.

She sang Jiangnan tunes in a low voice, like the moonlight shining into her heart, lingering and melodious.

"Baby don't cry, don't cry, we're almost there," the woman said, "Let's go see Dad, okay?"

The eyes of the three people on the opposite side were all on her, and the woman had no time to take care of it, she just raised her head hastily and smiled.

The old lady leaned forward and said anxiously, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry?" The uncle was stunned, bent down and took out an oiled paper bag from the bulging backpack at his feet like panning for gold, put it on the table and tore a big hole a few times, revealing the oily roast meat: " Roast chicken, eat roast chicken."

woman:"……"

She said dumbfoundingly, "Thank you, but the baby is only one year old, so he can't eat it."

"Oh, I'm stupid." The uncle laughed loudly and patted his forehead.

"I have hot water here," the old lady said, "I don't have milk powder, I'll make some for the children."

The woman skillfully took out the milk powder package and water cup from the bag at hand, and poured some hot water for preparation.

The uncle watched her series of movements eagerly, and suddenly said, "Oh my god, I miss my wife."

woman:"……"

The uncle said: "Oh Mom, that's not what I meant, big sister, don't think too much about it."

He touched the corners of his lips embarrassingly, and said with a smile: "When we first had a child, her mother was poor at home. I worked outside to earn money, and my wife took care of the children at home. She had to work hard all over the house, alas , it’s really hard for her to follow me, she looks so beautiful..."

This man spoke quickly and straightly, with a straight tongue, but when he mentioned his family, his eyes were filled with straightforward love, which was heavy.

Qiyou looked at him sideways, and saw that the man suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, his fingertips stretched into his pocket to hold the paper towel, and just about to take it out, the man suddenly reached out and tore a large piece of roast chicken, with a loud and forceful sound : "Come on, Tie Zi, eat chicken legs."

Qiyou: "..." Who's mother is your iron son.

He resolutely stuffed the tissue deep into his pocket.

"Come on, eat it, it's delicious." The uncle handed the oily piece of meat to him, and his eyes were shining.

Qiyou turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

Uncle: "..."

He stretched out his arms straight in front of the old lady, "Auntie, eat chicken."

Granny: "..."

She pushed away the man's hand, took out a plain white handkerchief and wiped the oil on the side of her face, and forced a smile: "I won't eat."

"Eat it, it's delicious." The uncle stretched out his hand again.

The hospitality is hard to come by, the old lady pinched the chicken leg and took a bite, her expression changed: "This one, my son used to like to eat this kind of cooked food very much!"

"Haha, is it?" The uncle tore another piece and handed it to the woman: "Big sister, come and eat."

"Ah... thank you." The woman took it carefully, and the child in her arms smacked her thumb and looked at her curiously.

"Baby, you are still young, I will feed you when you grow up."

The uncle grinned happily. He tore off a small piece this time, and tentatively handed it to Qiyou: "Brother, would you like some? It's delicious."

Qiyou paused for a moment, his eyes glanced at the uncle's expectant smiling face, the woman's delicate face and the old lady's nostalgic eyes, he hesitated and reached out his hand to take it, greasy his fingertips, sticky and annoying.

"……thanks."

"Hey, thank you for the chicken... Cough, you're welcome." The uncle chewed the roast chicken, looked at the mountains passing by outside the window, his eyes fixed, and suddenly said: "In a dozen hours, I will be able to I saw my wife, hehe."

Speaking of the end of the journey, the old lady couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and said in a raised voice, "I will get off the bus in a few hours, and my son will drive to pick me up."

The woman smiled and kissed the child's forehead, "Baby, in half a day, we will see Dad. Do you miss him?"

Listening to their few words, Qiyou chewed the chicken silently, but there was a heavy light in his eyes.

They all have people they want to meet, and this journey will not be lonely.

The god of the shrine has finally stepped into the dust, and he is more like a believer in the world.

作者有话要说：我今天满课，才从实验室回来……啊……累飞了。感谢在2020-09-2417:16:04~2020-09-2517:24:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Sang Yu 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of upper shape;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!