Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 100 Chu Zihang (recommendation ticket plus update)

Three days later.

"Brother, do you have to go in this weather?"

Han Ye poked his head to see the rain that was falling outside the house. The water drops left by the eaves could not be described by curtains, but by waterfalls. The flowers that had just bloomed on the branches also fell to the ground, and they were smashed to pieces by the rain.

"What an exaggeration."

Han Ye opened his mouth.

"Yes."

Old Tang was also amazed.

"That's how it is along the coast, and typhoons blow in summer."

Lu Mingfei explained to them.

"It was even worse in the past few years. I remember it was called Dandelion. I heard that the blowing broke several trees, and a luxury car was directly scrapped."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

He still had a deep impression of him that year. He remembered that Chu Zihang, the idol of Shilan Middle School, took half a month off. The girls in the class were all talking about it. Some people said that the luxury car was Chu Zihang. At home, there are several million.

"Did you hear it?"

Han Ye said to Old Tang.

"The luxury cars are all scrapped, so you might as well push them away, and tell the other side, it's the same when you leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Old Tang looked at the phone with a bitter face.

"late."

"what?"

"They're here."

The three of them looked out the window.

A group of men in sunglasses with hey clothes, umbrellas and leather shoes filed into the old well alley.

The action is quick and clean.

Every three meters, two people are left to guard.

After a while they were upstairs.

Han Ye took a deep breath.

He looked at Old Tang with a shocked and complicated gaze.

"Don't overthink it."

Old Tang waved his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm just an ordinary person, just on an ordinary business trip, they are just employers, not what you think at all."

"That's it!"

Lu Mingfei pushed Han Ye's shoulder disdainfully.

"Look at you worthless."

As he said that, he turned his head, put on a bright smiling face like lightning, and grabbed Old Tang's hand tightly with the speed of a gust of wind.

"brother!"

Lu Mingfei was overly emotional.

"Gou rich and noble, don't forget each other!"

Old Tang shook hands with Lu Mingfei in a daze.

Then I saw him take out a fruit knife and unfold it.

"Cold... calm down, Feifei!"

Old Tang pulled his hands desperately.

It's a pity that I can't smoke.

"Come, let's drink blood
Lu Mingfei said.

"My lord, the wine is gone!"

Han Ye reported.

"Damn it, didn't I buy a box!"

"I drank it all."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

"Forget it is not important!"

He waved.

"Get a Coke!"

"okay!"

Han Ye turned to open Coke.

"brother!"

Lu Mingfei shouted again emotionally.

"Put down the knife, put it down, Feifei!"

The naive old Tang was still trying to resist.

"Let's go and say goodbye. I don't know when I will return. Come, drink this cup to the full!"

Lu Mingfei raised a disposable plastic cup filled with dark brown carbonated drinks.

"No...don't chop me up."

Old Tang was terrified.

"Scared me."

Lu Mingfei slid the knife, squeezed out a drop of round agate-like blood from his thumb, and dropped it into the cup.

"Respect friendship!"

Lu Mingfei said boldly.

Then he poured down the Coca-Cola while pressing Old Tang.

"Okay, let's go, quick."

Lu Mingfei casually pushed Old Tang towards the door.

Over there, there are two men in black standing like tombstones.

"The boss is waiting for you."

The two nodded slightly to Old Tang.

"Okay, okay!"

Old Tang tried his best to look as serious as possible, walking between the two elder brothers whose identities were between agents and killers, without changing expression or squinting, he walked slowly down the steps.

"not good."

He ducked back and ran back, and came back with a bang.

"I forgot to close the door, sorry sorry."

He nodded and smiled compensatingly.

"Go away."

Han Ye looked at Old Tang who had gone downstairs. This friend who had just been together for three days was gradually submerged in the rainstorm and disappeared.

"Bon Voyage."

Lu Mingfei toasted a cup of Coke from a distance.

It's all I can do.

he said in his heart.

To survive.

The wound on Lu Mingfei's thumb has healed.

"The typhoon is coming."

In the taxi, the driver slowly turned the steering wheel.

He tuned the late-night radio station, Teresa Teng's old songs, bloody emotional disputes, and hoarse horror stories.

"Please stop."

Said the co-pilot boy.

"We haven't reached our destination yet."

The driver said something and suddenly reacted.

"Oh, you want to listen to this song."

In the cheap radio station of the 13 orange taxi, there is a foreign song.

Soothing and sad melody, constantly jumping outside the words that the driver can't understand.

"Ah."

The boy's deep face nodded.

The driver came interested.

Along the way, the boy didn't speak, but just quietly stared at the heavy rain, his profile was really pretty, and he must be especially attractive to girls aged seventeen or eighteen.

Especially this icy temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away, lonely and mysterious, this is what little girls are eating now.

There is no distinction between men and women in the appreciation of beauty, and the driver is the same. He feels in his heart that if his little boy can be half as good-looking as this boy, he will not worry about who he is.

It’s just that this boy is too cold. Along the way, the driver talked about the situation in the Middle East from the increase in oil prices, and then introduced terrorist threats and religious issues. It seems that his job is the director of the Institute of International Relations. The grassroots experience the people's sentiments, sleep at night and have to analyze the serious issues of Sino-US relations and the process of European integration tomorrow.

But the boy in the co-pilot didn't even have an expression on his face. The driver was really embarrassed. He even secretly suspected that the boy was suffering from facial paralysis. He was about to introduce him to the Chinese medicine clinic next door. The old doctor acupuncture is a must.

The bored driver switched from station to station, and never thought that the boy with facial paralysis at such a young age would actually open his mouth.

Isn't it facial paralysis, a medical miracle.

The driver smiled cheerfully.

"Young man, do you know foreign languages? What does this song say?"

"Daily Growing by the Irish Band ALTAN."

said the boy.

"A folk song about fatherly love."

"Oh, fatherly love!"

The driver patted the steering wheel.

"This song is good! This song is good!"

"Ah."

The boy answered.

The taxi drove slowly, like an old tortoise or a snail, these two creatures appeared in fairy tales when the speed was mentioned, but the boy thought of a cheetah.

That man is always like this, driving the car like a formula, as if there are girls in bikinis on the side of the road waving their arms for the roar of his engine, even if the road is full of cars, they can do it with ease. His son raised an eyebrow and raved about how awesome and fascinating his boss's car was.

Can you be successful, who cares how much your boss's car is worth, I just want someone who shows up at parent meetings and award ceremonies on time.

At that time, the boy thought so.

But, who can tell him.

Why would that good-for-nothing dad who only knows how to talk and drive for others rush towards Odin with the God Knife, leaving him with a heroic back.

The boy looks out the car window at the rain.

It's as big as the Three Gorges Dam on the clouds. Today, the dam will open its gates, and it will rush the boy in the taxi to the upper reaches of the river of time, and return to the roaring Maybach rainy day.

There was a burning sensation in the back.

It's a birthmark.

The boy calmly analyzed.

It is an illusion.

Because of recalling the torrential rain many years ago, the birthmark came to burn.

It's just a memory, he didn't really go back.

"Safety first on rainy days, safety first."

The driver muttered, the windshield was still blurred with the wiper power turned on to the maximum, he explained to the boy.

"Young man, uncle is not taking advantage of you. It doesn't matter how long you drive. Just pay the agreed 30 yuan."

"Thank you."

said the boy.

"Very polite."

The driver shook his head cheerfully.

"My son is half as good as you, I can wake up from my dreams with a smile."

The boy is silent.

He listened quietly to Irish folk songs.

In the folk song, the father gave his daughter all the love in his way.

He made a marriage arrangement for his daughter and asked her to marry a little boy, so that when he died one day, his daughter would still have a shoulder to rely on, and he would not have to worry about life.

The daughter was very sad, she didn't understand why her father forced herself to marry a child, she wanted the love like roses, but the stubborn father just said that you are still young, you will understand when you grow up.

The boy does not speak.

Folk songs are still being sung.

Father, father, father.

He is back.

Back to the city that was flooded by the torrential rain.

Chu Zihang got off the car.

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(End of this chapter)