Finally, we returned to the dimly lit alley.

This small alley is extremely remote, deep and quiet. There is not a single pedestrian on the road, but there are many homeless people resting here on the roadside. The bunks made of old newspapers and cardboard boxes are arranged in an orderly manner.

A few bunks are surrounded by cardboard boxes, tarps, and wooden boards, like simple kennels, kennels without roofs...

Soon, on a very inconspicuous cardboard, another very ordinary old homeless woman lay down, with a head full of sparse white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and an unkempt appearance.

A very inconspicuous old homeless woman, holding a piece of old newspaper in one hand to cover her face.

The dark hand holding the scrap newspaper had a large palm, but it was extremely skinny, covered with spots, with bulging veins, and the nails were filled with dirty black dirt.

Just like all the homeless people who live here.

The night here is particularly peaceful and quiet.

Zhou Xing felt very sleepy.

However, he could not sleep peacefully.

Because he started a new journey again.

In other words, this kind of mental calamity is continuing to consume his mental power...

In the kiln, dozens of cars came in and out. The wheels of the cars were turning fast, and the shadows of the cars were crazy and fast.

"Dance King, your speed at pulling the cart is just like... a wild horse running wild!"

"It's like running for your life...like fighting for fire on the battlefield! Our military supply truck of Da Fengguo...isn't as powerful as yours?"

"How can we all survive if you work so hard like this?"

The middle-aged man who was chasing after him seemed to have reached the limit of exercise at this time. He was panting heavily, and his dusty face seemed to have been burned by a soldering iron, black and red.

"My life is almost gone... I just pulled 26 cars, and you have already... pulled 38 cars!"

"I'm a veteran of pulling carts..."

"...I'm willing to accept the defeat!"

He wasn't stuttering, it was just that he was panting heavily and out of breath, and his speaking voice was a little unsteady, making his already weird voice even more weird.

It sounded like an erratic ghostly complaint, with some vibrato.

It's a bit like fighting the goblin in the brothel on a lonely night, and your energy has been drained.

Fortunately, it sounds coherent to other people's ears, and most people won't go out of their way to think about it.

Wan Xiaoer, known as the "King of Break Dance", slowed down because it was the last time he pulled bricks, and replied calmly: "Are you blind? Didn't you see that there was a more desperate boy in front of me? He

Pulled 41 cars!”

The man in his late thirties, who had spoken unsteadily with a suspicious vibrato, finally caught up.

The two wooden flatbed trucks went hand in hand, and he felt much calmer this time.

"That new temporary worker? I haven't remembered his name yet. How can he compare with you? It's only the second day that he's been pulling bricks. After he has shown off his youthful passion for the past two days, he will definitely be deflated tomorrow.

Come on..."

When Wan Xiaoer heard this, a few thin ripples suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he smiled slightly and said: "It remains to be determined whether your body will be deflated tomorrow, but according to my assessment - you are not young.

Her body must be... having exhausted the passion of youth."

The man who is nearly 30 years old actually copied the original words from an online novel he was reading recently, and he did not understand the hidden connotation at all.

He asked with a confused look on his face: "Is there any hidden connotation in what you said? What exactly do you mean? You have read some books and insist on showing off your ink in front of us, a group of old and semi-literate people. You are completely talking to a cow..."

"Playing the piano to a cow?" Wan Xiaoer couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed loudly, "I really didn't see it. You always use idioms randomly, but I didn't expect that you also have a lot of ink in your belly! The idiom of playing the piano to a cow is so wonderful! It fits the situation!"

As soon as Wan Xiaoer finished speaking, dozens of migrant workers who had gathered around to pull bricks began to burst into laughter that they had followed suit. It lasted for a while and then gradually stopped.

Maybe it was because of the deep connotation of the words that made them smile, maybe it was because of the amusing effect of their unique voices.

Wan Xiaoer, a steely straight man with a clear and suave appearance, has a very unconventional girlish voice, which probably accounts for half of the factors that induce laughter.

In the red brick kiln, all the fired red bricks have been pulled, but there is still a lot of work of pulling rough adobe bricks in the brick factory. All the migrant workers pulling red bricks are on the kiln corridor shaded by the eaves outside the brick kiln.

Rest and wait for the team leader to arrange the work of pulling rough adobe bricks.

The floor of the kiln corridor is a dirt floor. The dust on the ground is mostly black and gray, mixed with other dull colors.

Dozens of people were resting at will, either sitting directly on the ground, half-squatting, or sitting on the crossbar in front of the flatbed truck...

Among the migrant workers, several loud voices came one after another.

"King of Break Dance! Let's do a dance!"

"hurry up!"

"I started a live broadcast, and the live broadcast room was full instantly. Don't wait any longer!"

Copy guy!

Set up a battle array!

The several migrant workers in the so-called professional live broadcast team are indeed very dedicated. After pulling bricks in the scorching sun and dust, they were all wet and dirty. The shooting bracket pole they carried with them looked quite clean.

Dozens of people started cheering.

Internet celebrity "Brick Break Dance King" Wan Xiaoer stood up from the crossbar of the trolley without saying a word, walked directly to the best location for filming by the guy who started the live broadcast, and stopped.

Break dance performance, just show off.

Super explosive power, seamlessly connected with the strength and softness of the dance, fast footwork with a large number of hands on the ground, various handstand freeze-frame movements, and incredibly difficult rotations on the ground or in the air, all have unparalleled impact

feel.

Most of the migrant workers at the scene looked calm and were accustomed to Wan Xiaoer's impromptu performances.

But the live broadcast room immediately became excited!

"666!"

"Wow! The Breakdancing Brick King is performing live at the Brick Factory again!"

"How handsome!"

"It's almost as good as Jackson!"

"marvelous!"

"You dance so well!"

"Why can't I learn nirvana even if I keep following you?"

"Cattle fork!"

"Worship the boss!"

"666..."

…

"Next to the Break Dance King, that handsome guy sitting on the crossbar of the cart is so eye-catching!"

"Huh? You noticed him too! Who is that little brother? He is so handsome!"

"The Dance King looked at him a lot. According to my observation, the Dance King's eyes concealed deep affection. Could it be the Dance King's true love?"

"Oh...is it him? He's so classy! Moreover, his face is clean, and he is different at first glance. Could it be that he is a celebrity who comes here to learn break dancing?"

"The new traffic god?"

"Could it be some internet celebrity?"

"(⊙o⊙)Wow...this appearance and temperament are simply incredible!"

"Are you talking about the handsome guy next to the Breakdancing Brick King?"

"Yes! It's him!"

"He is the most perfect dream man in my mind!"

…

As time went by, the Internet celebrity live broadcast room of Break Dance Brick King was filled with crazy views, one after another.

Ma Chongba, who had already pulled 41 carts of red bricks, seemed to be concentrating on watching the performance of breakdancing king Wan Xiaoer next to him.

At this time, his appearance was extremely calm and calm.

In fact, his heart was extremely excited.

Zhou Xing patted a sweet orange he carried in his pocket, letting the fragrance of sweet oranges permeate his whole body, and called "Orange" three times in a row, but no one responded.

In his previous life, all he had to do was bring out a sweet orange and seduce her a little, and she would definitely show up like a ghost.

It seems that oranges can only appear at night. Even the alluring fragrance of sweet oranges, which she loves to eat, can't seduce her to show up. Oh, it's the sound.

Perhaps, he accidentally accepted her as his disciple in his previous life because she liked to eat oranges.

Because, he has longed for a long time, but has no fate, a female fairy who also likes to eat oranges.

The remnant of her soul that miraculously survived was so weak that it could not even condense into phantoms. It could only make sounds for two hours in the middle of the night when the Yin Qi was at its strongest, and spent the rest of the time dormant in his soul.
To be continued...