A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 437 Am I Brother Tree or Feng Yuxiu?
Feng Yuxiu did not have any romantic feelings in his heart.

He is currently in a state of extreme confusion, and these past few days living in Wangdu Village, he has always felt that he does not belong here.

Perhaps he really does have a mental illness? Or perhaps this delusional schizophrenia has already manifested?
Since I don't know what I want, I'll just go with whatever.

Perhaps if I continue like this, I'll find out what's wrong with my thinking. How can someone be so lost?

This is definitely unreasonable.

Xiao Mei's hands were very soft. Feng Yuxiu lay on the bed with wide eyes, staring at the dilapidated ceiling.

As he was being massaged, he drifted off to sleep.

Xiao Mei slowly stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bold man. Perhaps thinking of something, she sighed, stood up, fetched a basin of hot water, placed it on the bed, and gently washed Feng Yuxiu's feet.

Feng Yuxiu didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt very comfortable all over. When he opened his eyes, it was already a hazy day outside.

He rolled out of bed and looked around; no one was there.

After he left, Xiaomei's family finished eating and were cleaning up the dishes. Feng Yuxiu took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked out slowly without saying hello.

Gao Peng's mother was still waiting outside, but she seemed to have already introduced a potential partner to another bachelor.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu come out, she quickly went up to him and asked, "How's it going, Shu? Do you have a good impression of him?"

Feng Yuxiu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "I'll think about it."

Gao Peng's mother immediately smiled, a smile tinged with a hint of smugness. "What are you still thinking about? You're almost forty. It's already quite good that such a grown woman is interested in you. Why are you being so picky?"

Feng Yuxiu walked to the street without saying a word, a cigarette between his fingers, and squinting.

"Wait a minute, Dezi said he'll come pick us up in a bit." Gao Peng's mother chased after him. "Don't be silly here, stay with me obediently."

Beside an old telephone pole, Feng Yuxiu leaned against it, squinting and smoking a cigarette, gazing at the street.

-

Inside the massage parlor.

Xiao Mei's mother pulled Xiao Mei into the small room.

Then he stood in front of Xiaomei and started gesturing with his hands.

Xiaomei shook her head.

Xiaomei's mother immediately showed an anxious expression and patted Xiaomei's arm lightly.

Xiaomei slowly looked out the window, her eyes seemingly filled with sadness, and took out a pack of cigarettes from under her pillow and lit them.

She elegantly exhaled a smoke ring, then nodded with tears welling in her eyes.

Xiaomei's mother finally spoke up, "That's right, if we keep dragging this on, all sorts of cripples and disabled people will come. At least this one is able-bodied. Although he looks a bit dull, he's still younger than the previous ones. Look at that one from yesterday, he's the same age as your father."

Of course, Xiaomei couldn't hear, but her gaze was still filled with sadness, though it was unclear what that sadness was.

-

We returned to Wangdu Village at night.

Feng Yuxiu walked into his house, only to find that the old lady was gone.

After standing at the door and thinking it over carefully, he thought, "What does this have to do with me?"

He quickly climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and turned on the black-and-white television to watch.

Although his eyes were fixed on the television, they looked unusually blank.

He didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

It boils down to two words: bewilderment.

He wandered around the village all day like a hooligan, completely clueless about what to do next. It seemed that he was being bound by a life of just getting by day by day.

I want to look for a job, but I feel so weak that I can't muster the energy.

He probably wanted to sleep with a woman. He clearly had the chance to sleep with Pingping at the town clinic again; that big ass of hers was really tempting.

But as I reached the edge, another woman's voice inexplicably appeared in my mind.

He now suspects he must be mentally ill, but the question is... would a mentally ill person think like him?
Boom boom boom!
At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door.

He hadn't eaten much all day, but he still had the money his second brother and Lao Qiu had given him.

By the way, he doesn't know how to spend money. This amount of money is enough to live a very luxurious life for a while.

Feng Yuxiu put on his shoes, walked to the door, and opened it. Xiao Zhuang, smiling, rode his motorcycle and parked at the door.

"Come on, Brother Shu, let's grab a bite to eat. I know you're definitely out of food."

"how do you know?"

"Hey, I saw your brother pick up your mom this afternoon. I guess she went to the city to see a play. There's a traveling opera troupe coming these days."

Feng Yuxiu paused for a moment, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Seeing this, Xiao Zhuang immediately stepped forward, took out a lighter, shielded the wind from the flame, and lit it.

call……

Feng Yuxiu slowly exhaled a thick smoke ring, leaned against the wall and thought for a moment, "Let's go eat, it's on me."

Xiao Zhuang's eyes immediately lit up, "That's great!"

Rumble!
The motorcycle sped off to the Jinma Hotel in town.

"Old Liu, bring the food." Xiao Zhuang is a regular customer. Although he doesn't earn much, he always gets a lot of attention. Over time, he's become a familiar face at various KTVs and restaurants.

"Xiao Zhuang, you can't run up any more debts tonight. Even if I have a good relationship with your father, you can't keep bringing your friends to buy IOUs every now and then."

"Oh, Uncle Liu, no credit tonight, someone's treating."

The two sat down against the wall, and Xiao Zhuang chuckled, "Brother Shu, should you order or should I?"

Feng Yuxiu lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and squinted. "You order, bring some hearty dishes."

"Alright, I know Brother Shu, Lao Qiu lost a lot of money the other day, you've got money!"

"Old Liu, a plate of braised beef, a plate of spicy chicken legs, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes... a plate of shredded pork with green peppers... two bowls of white rice... and a bottle of baijiu."

Xiao Zhuang closed the menu and lit a cigarette. "That's about enough, Brother Shu. The portions here are big enough for the two of us to eat our fill."

Feng Yuxiu nodded, squinting as he looked at the restaurant packed with diners.

It was full of middle-aged people; there wasn't a single young person eating there.

Moreover, judging from their clothing and the profanity they used in their conversation, these people don't seem to have a good social standing or a good life.

Old Liu's restaurant is practically a haven for bachelors; most of them order a few plates of cold dishes and a bottle of cheap liquor and sit there drinking for half the night.

Xiao Zhuang is considered a big spender when it comes to ordering food.

Sure enough, the others all turned to look at them.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Zhuang and Brother Shu? What brings you here for a meal?" A villager from Wangdu Village warmly greeted them with a smile.

Xiao Zhuang puffed out his chest. "What are you saying? This isn't the Beijing Hotel, it's not some fancy place. It's just a casual meal... a casual meal."

"Why don't we sit down together?"

Logically speaking, this was a very polite remark, but the man suddenly paused, then nodded with delight, "That's great! Xiao Wang and Xiao Ma, someone's treating us!"

"I just heard you ordered three plates? That's not enough. Brother Shu is a big shot in the village. Bring a few more plates... Old Liu, bring a few more hearty dishes, all the ones from the first two pages."

Old Liu poked his head out and asked, "Who's treating?"

"Of course it's my Brother Shu." The man sat down casually, lit a cigarette, and grinned.

Xiao Zhuang looked at Feng Yuxiu with a troubled expression.

Feng Yuxiu remained bewildered. He didn't care about any of that; at this moment, he would just go wherever his mind led him, and if someone called him for dinner, he would come.

So he nodded without offering any objection.

"That's the real Brother Shu! So magnanimous!" The man gave Feng Yuxiu a thumbs-up and pointed it at him.

"Come on, let's all toast Brother Shu. I'm not saying this to be rude, but with Brother Shu's open-minded attitude, he's definitely going to be the next village chief."

"Nonsense! That's underestimating Brother Shu! He's definitely going to be the town mayor!"

"Ah, right, right, my mouth! Come on, drink!"

Despite the flattery and excessive praise, Feng Yuxiu continued to drink and smoke as usual.

The group drank until after 10 p.m., then staggered out of the restaurant.

"Brother Shu, Xiao Zhuang. The three of us are off then. If you need anything, just say so! We're all brothers." The man waved his hand absentmindedly, and the three of them disappeared into the darkness.

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled. The hot air from the alcohol cooled his body considerably, though he felt a little dazed from the wind.

Xiao Zhuang staggered toward the motorcycle.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes, bent down with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a brick, and threw it.

boom!
Xiao Zhuang was instantly slammed to the ground, struggling in pain.

"Stop driving. Find a hotel for the night. You're so drunk and you still want to go back? You're asking for trouble."

Xiao Zhuang scratched his head. "Brother Shu is right. Hey Brother Shu, when did you become so clear-headed? You never used to offer advice like that..."

Feng Yuxiu didn't speak. He had drunk too much, and many other images vaguely popped into his mind.

He saw tanks, airplanes, all kinds of guns, and a strange face.

He even saw an extremely beautiful female officer, standing on the summer lawn with her hands behind her back, laughing and looking at him.

"Oh right, Brother Shu, it seems Gao Peng is getting married tomorrow... Remember to get up early and go help out."

The two staggered towards the hotel with its red lights flashing in the distance.

late at night.

Xiao Zhuang was fast asleep. Feng Yuxiu sat up and stared calmly at the wall. His eyes were no longer blank; instead, they revealed a sinister and murderous look.

However, this state vanished instantly after he burped, and he returned to a state of confusion and absent-mindedness.

He lit a cigarette, leaned against the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Ten minutes later, I felt a sharp pain in my mouth and was awakened by the burning cigarette butt.

"Gao Peng is getting married tomorrow... I need to sleep... I have to go help out tomorrow..."

Feng Yuxiu drifted off to sleep in a daze, but just half an hour later, he suddenly began to murmur as if talking in his sleep.
“It’s alright, kill them all… There’s not a single good person here… kill them all…”

(End of this chapter)