Speaking of Zhao Wuji himself, he experienced too many classic Chinese-style life in the first half of his life. He went to kindergarten honestly, smoked secretly in middle school, repeated the high school for one year, and fell in love, but he soon died. Until he entered a third-rate normal university, he spent three years of playing games and skipping classes.

Fortunately, the goddess of fate did not intend to let him starve for the time being. After a few years of being in trouble, her family paid for a small grocery store in the community. Although she could not make much money, she would not starve to death.

Although it sounds like he is a boss~ but because he is not in good health and is a little weak, he will feel uncomfortable at any time. So he can't do any heavy work, but this obviously became a reason for Mr. Zhao Wuji to eat and wait for death. Fortunately, the neighbors in the community are in a state of being in a state of being lukewarm and hot.

In short, he is an unemployed young man, an ordinary person who can be submerged in the crowd at any time. His appearance is also so ordinary and his facial features are also uncharacteristic. His eyebrows are slightly raised, his cheeks are a little thin, and his eyes are not big. However, there is a force that cannot be ignored during the flow. It seems that when you look at anything, you can leave your eyes at any time without hesitation. Because of your weight loss, your whole face is a little longer, and it seems that your skin is not fair enough.

In addition, he has been sick for a long time and is a little yellow, and it emits a very light golden color under the setting sun. However, at this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun has appeared a strange dark gold color. Although the complexion is somewhat different than that of ordinary people, this dark gold color adds a slight indifference to Zhao Wuji's face. All facial features are so ordinary, but combined with the faint dark gold skin, it shows a strange feeling, as if indifference and the enthusiasm of life are intertwined.

The wind slowly tightened, and the sun gradually dimmed. Zhao Wuji slowly let go of his hand, turned around and walked slowly towards the station along the path when he came. Because the embankment was very long, he walked very slowly, but very steadily. The pain of his bones surged like the water of Yunhu Lake beside him. But with the pain of never stopping, this man, who was obviously less than 1.8 meters tall, walked out of a calm feeling. It seemed that at first glance it seemed as if he would never fall down. His not too tall figure revealed a rock.

It is strong, but under his feet, he stepped on the grass every step. According to the rules of the Celestial Empire, there is no doubt that trampling on the lawn will be subject to certain economic "sanctions". However, if you look closely, you will find that every step of Zhao Wuji is very casual and has no sense of mechanicality. It seems that he is enjoying the feeling of walking on the grass and taking steps arbitrarily. However, this casualness and calmness are so perfectly combined with calmness. It seems that you feel that this person should walk like this. A modern person has gone from the feeling of a famous person. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say this.

Because Zhao Wuji has a habit of not very much likes to walk on concrete roads. If possible, he is always used to stepping on the land. His habit before was to walk in the park near his home. He felt the feeling of the soil, which was soft, damp, and full of life. It was completely different from walking on the cold and lifeless concrete floor.

However, Zhao Wuji, who was slowly walking towards the station, could not see much expression on his face, and he didn't even frown a few times. He could only measure the embankment step by step with firm and steady steps. His eyes occasionally reflected the vulgar lights in the small cafe near the embankment, and flashed lights through his pupils.

With the slow start of bus No. 47, Zhao Wuji leaned his head against the glass, and seemed to have closed his eyes slightly, but surprisingly, he seemed to have maintained a balance with the car very quickly. Every time he stopped and started, he would slightly adjust his posture, as if this could make his whole body bones slightly relax. This strange feeling of making him shaking with the car as accurately as precision machinery makes people sigh that this guy is losing money if he doesn't want to be a driver. This is probably the only limit for self-adjustment of the human body.

Night finally came with a turn of the car.
Chapter completed!