It is already very late, Zheng Qing must go home.
Although Zheng Qing has graduated from high school and is about to reach adulthood and has a certain degree of freedom, after all, he is still using family money, and his parents still have to listen.
After drinking a glass of apologetic beer, he got on his bicycle and went home.
The night is dark, and the sky is filled with gray clouds that never disappear. Not to mention the stars, even the moon rarely shows up. In this coal-rich province, over the past decade or so, the houses have been getting taller, the roads have been getting wider, and the streets have become increasingly crowded.
The colors are becoming richer and richer, and the only thing that remains unchanged is that the three-acre sky above everyone's heads is always gray and foggy.
The bicycle wandered into a small alley.
This path can directly cross three streets, which greatly shortens his journey home. The alley is very deep, and few people walk at night. The street lamps that have not been cleaned for a long time cast a dim color, making the alley a little more colorful.
Eerie atmosphere.
"Crack, click..." The old bicycle whined helplessly under Zheng Qing's hard pedaling, which was particularly obvious in this quiet alley. Zheng Qing looked at the broken basket in front of the car with some annoyance, and thought about it.
I'll make sure to find some time to repair it when I get back. No matter what, at least I won't be screaming all the time when I ride out.
"Pu Ling Leng..." The sound of birds flapping their wings came from the telephone pole not far away, followed by several lazy and clear chirps. It was obvious that Zheng Qing was disturbed by the jingling old car under him.
It's time for these little animals to rest.
Apologetically, Zheng Qing turned his gaze to the telephone pole not far behind him. Zheng Qing was very embarrassed for disturbing other people's dreams.
"Squeak!!!" The old car made a sharp braking sound.
Zheng Qing put one leg on the ground and turned his head hard to look back.
He swore that there was a huge black figure standing on the telephone pole, like a man hunched over and half squatting. But the green eyes were particularly obvious in the dark night, and he looked very much like the big wolf dog in his grandma's house.
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Blinking, he shook his head, which was dizzy from alcohol.
As if feeling Zheng Qing's gaze, his green eyes turned slightly to the side, and his gaze fell on Zheng Qing. Then, amid his dull expression, he gracefully stretched out a pair of huge wings and patted them lightly.
After taking a few deep breaths and exhaling heavily, Zheng Qing vigorously rubbed his cheeks, which were a little swollen due to drinking, and finally felt a little more awake.
Looking up again, those green eyes had completely disappeared. All he could see was the gray sky and the pale street lights not far away.
The dark alley entrance in the distance seemed like a big open mouth, mocking Zheng Qing's eyes.
He reached into his chest and found a dusty, palm-sized bag in his hand. Through the light on the roadside, he could vaguely see the golden patterns on the bag; on top of his head, a tuft of dull hair trembled uneasily.
With.
A big eagle.
Zheng Qing recalled it again and again, and finally determined that it must be a large eagle.
Although I don’t know why this kind of animal that lives in the mountains appears in the city, I feel relieved when I think of the old owl I saw on campus when I was a child.
Since even the old owl can hang leisurely on the branches of the campus all day long, then it should be okay for a big eagle to squat on a telephone pole for a while. After all, no one can guarantee whether these guys living in the old mountains and forests will.
I will take time to go to the city to relax.
Without the groan of the classic car, the surroundings fell into dead silence again. The noise on the street not far away seemed to be miles away, looking distant and ethereal.
"Ouch..." A soft and strange cry suddenly sounded in the alley. Zheng Qing suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a burst of cold sweat broke out involuntarily. His head, which had been a little dizzy, suddenly sobered up. At this moment,
At the same time, a heavy pressure suddenly filled the entire alley, causing Zheng Qing to hold his breath involuntarily.
For a long time, there was no movement, but the depressing feeling became more and more serious. Zheng Qing slowly took a breath, and amidst a sudden jingling sound, he pedaled a few times, and the classic car
He rushed out quickly, trying to get rid of this depressing atmosphere as soon as possible.
Although he was a little reluctant, Zheng Qing still admitted his timidity in his heart. After all, darkness has always been an eternal nightmare for mankind, even today with lights. No matter how electric lights develop, they will never bring people a sense of security like the sun.
There were still dozens of meters away from the alley entrance, and Zheng Qing could already clearly see the cars speeding past the alley entrance.
A shrill cry rang out, and before he could react, a huge black shadow had already caught his eye. With a dull crash and overwhelming dust, another petite figure hit Zheng Qing hard,
It rolled down into the sand on the roadside.
"Plop!" Zheng Qing fell heavily to the ground along with the bicycle, but he didn't care to complain. He rolled up from the ground like a donkey. He didn't know when he had a stack of yellow paper in his hand. The red cinnabar marks on it were scattered under the dim street lights.
Emit a faint red light.
He glanced at the pile of sand next to him, and saw a big fluffy tail trembling feebly.
"Ouch~~" The neighing sound not far away clearly expressed the anger.
Zheng Qing, who had just gotten up, hurriedly followed the sound. On the top of the telephone pole beside the road, the big eagle just now came back again at some point and was staring at him dissatisfied.
At a height of more than ten meters, under the illumination of a simple street lamp hanging on a telephone pole, Zheng Qing could clearly see that the feathers of this large eagle were standing up. Its entire body seemed to be several times larger than before, and its wings were slightly smaller.
Zhang, with his head held high, clearly had bad intentions.
"So fierce..." Feeling the green eyes of the big eagle, he cursed in a low voice. Zheng Qing quietly took two steps back and tried to sneak away, but did not notice that there was a huge pile of sand behind him.
As soon as he stepped back, his feet immediately sank into the deep sand up to his ankles.
"Damn!" Zheng Qing felt more and more angry. How could he be so unlucky? Wasn't he just a little late when he got home? He just bent down and was about to take off his shoes and clean up the sand inside, when the sand pile suddenly rose up, catching him off guard.
, Zheng Qing was sprinkled with sand all over his face again.
"Fake!" Anyone who is entangled by a series of unfortunate events will always feel that there is an evil fire in his heart that wants to vent, not to mention that the alcohol that entered his stomach not long ago is slowly evaporating its power.
Looking along the pile of sand, under the street lamp, a puppy with yellowish fur is staring at the sky with bared teeth. The puppy is about a foot tall, with fluffy hair, narrow eyes, but it is bright and energetic, and its ears are a bit big, as if
Jingba's ears stood up strangely, like a wolfdog. If you look closely, you can see that this puppy has a huge belly, and its fluffy fur is tangled in many places, with faint blood stains oozing from it.
The facts were clear at a glance, and Zheng Qing could easily complete the plot in his own mind.
The big eagle that was wandering around took a fancy to the pregnant puppy, and was about to give it a teething ceremony, but the little guy broke free. Zheng Qing, who saw the situation clearly, couldn't help but let out a long breath, and held the stack of yellow eagles in his hands.
The paper disappeared at some point.
"Do it!" The evil fire in his stomach suddenly turned into infinite power under the influence of alcohol. He stretched out his hand to find a broken brick from the ground, turned his head to look at the evil big eagle, and threw it hard.
Although his accuracy in throwing softballs has never been very good, when the distance is not far and the target is large, the threat is still great.
The broken bricks passed over the telephone pole silently, and viciously smashed into the window of a nearby house amidst the sharp neighing sound of the giant eagle.
"Crash..." The crisp sound of glass shattering completely released Zheng Qing's accumulated evil fire, and also frightened the big eagle into flying into the air.
This chapter has been completed!