Chapter 26: What can be on the overpass?
After a few rounds, it was already noon.
In order to express his gratitude, Lao Mi Tou specially invited Qu Yun and Jin Feng to have a meal.
But Qu Yun was busy in the afternoon to help the remaining wronged souls in Qingshantou to be reincarnated, and Jin Feng, as the host, naturally had to accompany him, so neither of them had time to keep the appointment.
In the end, Lao Mi Tou could only take Feng Zhibai, who was still excited, straight to the pedestrian street in the city center.
"Xiaomi, there really are adventures to be had in the south. Let's go there!"
He hailed a taxi, and before he even got in, Feng Zhibai anxiously asked, "The brush I used to write with just now felt quite uncomfortable. Have all the brushes in the world now been replaced with something this short and concise? They're so convenient to carry."
The driver came over, Lao Mitou opened the car door, Feng Zhibai got in quickly, and then he started chattering non-stop.
While marveling at the progress of the modern world, he curiously asked all sorts of strange questions.
From the moment Feng Zhibai came out in the morning until now, Old Mi Tou has been nagging about him all morning.
Regardless of whether his ears had calluses or not, it was indeed a bit too much for his old heart to bear.
"Yes, yes, it has been changed. It's the same as before. Yes, yes, yes, um, yes, that's right, you are right, that's it."
He nodded perfunctorily, saying: "Go on, I'm not listening anyway."
Feng Zhibai was a careless person and didn't pay any attention to what Lao Mitou said. She kept asking questions. Only when she heard Lao Mitou say yes, yes, yes, that's right, did she look like: So that's how it is.
The state of the two people made the taxi driver laugh.
Where did this weirdo come from? How can they talk to each other when they have their own opinions?
While steering, he asked Old Mitou with amusement, "Master, is this your granddaughter?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's right."
Old Mitou hadn't recovered from his perfunctory response yet, and he answered the driver's questions subconsciously.
Feng Zhibai moved to the seat next to him with great disdain, raised his hand to make a pause gesture and said: "I don't know this person, please don't misunderstand me."
"You don't know me?"
Hearing Feng Zhibai say that he didn't know him, Lao Mitou's eyes widened: "We were friends last night! Who took you in? Who went to the trouble of asking you how to register your household registration this morning? Who took the trouble of taking you to the police station to fill out the paperwork? What's wrong? You turned your back on me as soon as you got in the car?"
It had only been a day and a half, but Feng Zhibai had already forced Old Mi Tou to lose his previous cautious and careful demeanor.
Seeing Lao Mi rolling his eyes, Feng Zhibai rolled forward and hid himself: "That's not what I meant, Xiaomi, don't be angry, or you'll get hurt."
"I really thank God for letting me meet you."
By pinching his philtrum, Lao Mitou learned to supply himself with oxygen.
"I didn't want to do this either, but fate is what God has destined."
"You two have such a good relationship, there's no generation gap."
Seeing the two of them joking and playing with each other, the driver couldn't help but laugh and tease them.
"Either grandfather or grandson, just friends."
"friend?"
As if he had heard something surprising, he looked back and forth between Lao Mi Tou and Feng Zhibai with curious eyes: "Real friends?"
"A real friend, I just met him yesterday."
"Oh, so you two are close friends regardless of age? That's rare."
"Not really, we just happen to have similar interests."
"Having similar interests isn't good, is it? Unlike us, at this age, there are few people we can confide in, let alone talk to, let alone friends. We're all so overwhelmed by family and life pressures that we have no time to socialize, let alone find friends with similar interests. I see you're not young anymore, and it's really not easy to find a friend you can talk to."
Old Mi looked at Feng Zhibai, and his heart was also relieved: "That's right."
Although Feng Yatou always does outrageous things and says shocking things, to be honest, she is someone I can really chat with.
Moreover, to be honest, he felt that there was really no generation gap between himself and this girl. If he had to talk about a generation gap, it was probably that he felt Feng Zhibai had a mentality that was many years older than him.
It feels like a child pretending to be an old man in an attempt to confuse the audience.
"fine."
The driver smiled and looked at Feng Zhibai in the rearview mirror.
At this moment, someone didn't notice the looks that Lao Mitou and the driver were giving him.
Her mind was now full of the high-tech she had just seen. She wanted to get off the car immediately to study these things. She had no time to care about other people.
"Xiaomi, what is that..."
“Ding ding ding—”
Coming back to her senses, Feng Zhibai pointed at a sprinkler truck parked on the side of the road and was about to ask what the old rice head was, but a few honking sounds interrupted her question.
“Ding ding ding—”
"drop--"
The horn sounds were chaotic and extremely harsh.
The two looked out of the car and saw that it had already driven under the overpass on the Qinghai Expressway.
As the car was slowly forced to stop, more and more cars were forced to stop under the overpass, and the sound of horns became more and more frequent and deafening!
“Ding Di——”
"What's going on? Is there a traffic jam ahead?"
"Go, you're not moving? What do you mean?"
"What's going on up ahead? Hurry up! We're in a hurry!"
The car was forced to stop, and the driver in the car began to roll down the window and yell at the top of his lungs.
Feng Zhibai and Lao Mi Tou's car was stuck right in the middle.
Everyone got off the bus and could see everything around them.
The driver in Feng Zhibai's car also honked the horn several times. When he heard everyone cursing, he rolled down the window and looked out.
The dense traffic jammed the road.
The several lanes on the highway are filled with all kinds of cars.
Old Mitou also stuck his head out and looked around: "Did there happen a car accident up ahead? Why isn't it moving?"
"I don't know. Let's wait a little longer. There's an overpass ahead. They might be clearing the obstacles."
Car owners outside began to get out of their cars and head towards the overpass.
Feng Zhibai rolled down the other window, his starry eyes darting around before he turned his head to the driver and asked, "Where are we going?"
The driver was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what she said.
"She's asking you which direction this is."
After receiving Feng Zhibai's question, Lao Mitou grabbed the chair and explained.
"Oh, to the south, just turn off the highway and it's a little further to the pedestrian street in the city center. It's not too far."
"The South."
Mumbling something, she pushed open the car door: "An adventure is coming, Xiaomi, get out of the car."
Before Lao Mitou could figure out what was going on, he heard Feng Zhibai say that an adventure was coming and to get off the car.
"What adventure?"
He looked at Feng Zhibai with a confused look on his face.
The driver was also confused. The first person who got off the highway and walked said: "No, you are walking? This is still a long way! If you walk, how long will it take you to get there?"
"I'm sorry, I got off early. Here's the money. No need to change. I'm sorry, driver."
When Lao Mi saw Feng Zhibai really got off the bus, he quickly took out a hundred-yuan bill from his bag and put it in the driver's hand: "I'm so sorry, we got off early because of something."
"Hey, no, are you really getting off? This is a highway!"
The driver grabbed the money and watched them walk forward without looking back. He smacked his lips and said, "I really admire these two weirdos."
At this moment, all the cars on the highway were honking their horns, and the chaotic curses mixed with questions were like 3D surround sound, endless.
On the rows of lanes, only Feng Zhibai and Lao Mi Tou were constantly weaving in and out of the traffic.
Feng Zhibai's steps were a little fast, and Lao Mitou could only run to keep up with her.
"Girl, your legs aren't long, but your strides are quite wide! Why are you walking so fast? Can you first tell me what the adventure was? Why are you talking so weird?"
As he quickly caught up with Feng Zhibai, sweat began to form on Lao Mi's forehead.
This girl walks really fast.
Hearing Old Mi's question, Feng Zhibai slowed down his pace slightly, smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, and pointed in the direction of the viaduct: "Xiaomi, you need a pair of eyes that can see. Lift your head and take a good look. What's on the viaduct?"
Looking in the direction of Feng Zhibai's finger, Lao Mitou frowned: "What else could be on the elevated road? Could someone have jumped into the river?"
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