When the school bell rang in the afternoon, Feng Wuli packed up his bag and left the classroom.

I asked for leave twice, but now it's better. The crazy guy didn't have to study at night until he was caught.

It was still a bit hot in the summer evening. Feng Wuli went to get his bicycle, and the cart went out of the school gate against the people going to the canteen.

The sun was setting, and the playground and school roads were dyed the color of old photos by the setting sun. The shadows of people and bicycles were getting longer and longer. Someone was passing by him with a basketball and hitting it on the ground. There was also a young couple in school uniforms who said:

He was talking about something interesting, but he didn't speak when he got close, he just looked at each other with a smile in his eyes; there were faculty members and children on the track shouting something; a football rolled towards him, and he heard several people on the playground.

Someone called him handsome guy from a distance.

Probably asking him to help kick the ball back.

He gestured OK to them, put down his bicycle, stopped the ball, and kicked the ball.

This angle is almost parallel to the net.

The ball flew in an arc in the air.

Perfect access to the network!

It was quiet for about two seconds.

Two seconds later, the whole world was cheering, probably for the goal kick, or for their worthless youth.

Feng Wuli felt that if this sentence was written on the composition, Mother Su would definitely give it high marks next time.

He is so confident every time.

When I walked out of the school gate, I saw a little fox sitting on the head of a stone lion.

She was still wearing the straw hat, with her hands behind her body and her short legs swaying, watching the students coming in and out below. People were busy, but no one noticed her.

Feng Wuli looked around until there was no one around.

"What are you doing sitting up there?"

"It was you who asked me to wait for you outside."

"Forget it, come down quickly."

"oh."

She moved her butt and was about to jump off when she looked at Feng Wuli who was looking up at her. She stretched out her hand to hold down her skirt before jumping down.

"I'm disappointed that I didn't see it. When you see a beauty like me, you have to restrain yourself!"

"I saw it. It's a children's style. It's very cute."

"Are you a pervert?!"

"No matter how you look at it, you look more like..."

Feng Wuli pushed the cart, and she followed the boy, holding her big water bottle. If Feng Wuli took one step, she would take three steps.

"Come up."

"You want me to sit on this?"

"You can run after me."

The little fox quickly sat up on his side, with the big kettle on his lap, and put his hands around Feng Wuli's waist, but his hands were too short, and he couldn't reach it even if his face was pressed against Feng Wuli's back.

"Thank you for your hard work." She said seriously.

Feng Wuli was a little surprised: "You are quite polite."

Not like some stupid cat.

The wind in the evening was very noisy.

A teenager rides a bicycle through the city.

talking from time to time;

Like talking to oneself;

Occasionally a passerby heard him, turned around and glanced, saw that he was wearing headphones, and stopped paying attention.

"If you talk to me like this, they'll think there's something wrong with your brain."

"No, they'll think I'm on the phone."

"Call? Who's on the phone?"

"...a tool for transmitting sounds thousands of miles away."

"Thousands of miles of sound transmission! It's a very advanced spiritual creation?!"

"No, it's just a very common thing that ordinary people can use."

"Ordinary people can also use the treasure of Thousand Miles Sound Transmission!"

"Isn't that a treasure? Have you been in contact with humans for a long time? You should know it by looking at the flat and wide roads on this street, the iron boxes that move quickly, and the houses as high as the clouds. Times are different and things are different.

The development of human beings now is very different from before."

In the evening, the street lights on this street suddenly turned on. The little fox was startled and hugged Feng Wuli tightly in fear.

She stared blankly at the street lights that were on all along the street, her fox eyes shimmering.

"You hung up all the way to the Toad Palace..."

"That's a street light."

"Where is this?"

"This is the human world."

"world……"

The little fox looked at the shadowy people on the street, held Feng Wuli's waist with his little hands and tightened his clothes, and said weakly: "There are so many humans like garbage."

Feng Wuli couldn't help but laugh.

Just forgive her for her childish words.

When she passed the tree the day before yesterday, she felt a little bit squeaky along the way. She perked up and pointed to the tree in front of her: "There! There is the smell of monsters there!"

Feng Wuli raised his head and looked towards the tree.

A little boy with cicada wings on his back stood barefoot on the tree.

He was a little taller than the day before yesterday.

If he was about five years old the day before yesterday, he would probably look like a first-grade elementary school student today.

He just didn't look very smart, he was standing on a branch, holding one hand on the trunk, looking at the passers-by.

"It's a Qi Nu." Feng Wuli explained to the little fox.

"He, he is Qi Nu?"

"Um"

Cui Bao's "Ancient and Modern Notes."

Volume down.

Interpretation of Questions and Answers: "Niu Heng asked: "Why is the cicada named Qi Nu?" The answer was: "The Queen of Qi died in anger, and her body turned into a cicada. The tree in the courtyard chirped. The king regretted it. The cicada was named Qi Nu.

also.""

Later, everyone called this cicada demon who lives in summer and dies in autumn.

It is a very weak primary monster.

They emerge from the ground in late spring, sing throughout midsummer, and finally die in the autumn wind.

It will be reborn in the soil the next year.

It's just a memory of the previous year, but it will always stay in that midsummer.

Summer returns.

Feng Wuli has known this Qi Nu for ten years.

This place is very close to the old street. We get to know each other again every summer and watch each other die every autumn.

Year after year.

Not all monsters are immortal in age, some are short-lived like Qi Nu.

"Mom, look! There is a cicada here!"

A woman was passing by while picking up her daughter from kindergarten. The noise of the cicada caught the little girl's attention.

"Screaming so loudly!"

The little girl held her mother's hand, and the two of them, one large and one small, raised their heads by the tree. They even raised their heads in exactly the same way, stupidly looking at the cicadas on the tree.

After a while, the mother smiled softly and stroked the little girl's head: "Say hello to Mr. Cicada."

"Hello Mr. Cicada!"
To be continued...