Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 107
The girl's eyes widened, stunned by this crazy scene.

"Mr. Hamster!"

She cried sadly.

Confused little boy, trying to comfort her.

"roll!"

The tearful girl shouted at him.

"You monster!"

"demon!"

Old Tang looked away.

The girl's facial features gradually faded.

She finally became a person without a face.

The little boy standing on the edge of the crowd staggered and fell backwards, as long as the hand that pulled him into the crowd retracted.

And pushed hard.

The little boy stood further away.

Just looking at the raging crowd from a distance.

They all have no face.

The buzzing sound is annoying.

The footsteps hurried together in groups.

The little boy watched quietly.

In the vast and boundless pale.

Finally he lowered his head and bowed his head.

Go forward alone.

Old Tang was also walking forward.

The scenes on both sides are still going on.

The little boy grew up slowly.

He is used to laughing at everyone.

But how can not find a subsistence job.

Served dishes in the restaurant, scared the child to cry, and was fired.

I went to the company to apply for a sales job, and when I met a customer, I was delayed because of being ignorant. The customer complained, and I was fired.

As an adult, he was in a state of embarrassment moving from one work unit to another.

Shaking around like a headless chicken.

The muscles of the face were so stiff from laughing.

But the result is still the same.

"Sorry you don't qualify for..."

"Go away, clumsy!"

"Boy, we really don't..."

Resign, resign, resign.

Everyone gets tired, right?
He turned and turned like a top, and turned and turned.

Finally one day, very suddenly, without any warning.

It couldn't turn anymore.

He squatted by the street and wept silently.

Don't cry, don't make trouble.

Just quietly weeping.

Not sad.

Not sad.

Not wronged.

Not even alone.

He is just, just confused.

He doesn't know why he came to this world.

He felt that he was completely redundant.

No one needs themselves.

No one cares about themselves.

No one will be sad if you die like this.

A hand rests on the shoulder.

It is the second person with five senses.

A homeless man with unkempt hair and a beard that hasn't been shaved in three years, and his stench can be smelled five meters away.

But this is the second person with five senses.

"To live."

said the tramp.

"Life is a whore's son of a whore."

"But still alive."

He smiled ugly, grinning with yellow and black teeth.

The eyes hidden in the dirty hair set a fierce light like a hungry wolf.

"Every day you live, you slap that bitch in the face."

Then the tramp laughed ugly.

Later, Old Tang came into contact with the hunter website.

He became a hunter.

This works great.

For him, it's as easy as traveling.

The pay barely suffices.

You don't have to interact with too many people.

His life gradually got on the right track.

But still pale and lonely.

Day after day, he stayed in a small and closed room and played games.

Burgers, Coke, Hot Dogs, Pizza.

Game after game of Interstellar.

His life is filled with junk food.

Occasionally receive a task, go out, come back a few days later, and continue to repeat the fixed life.

He found a way of life that suits him outside the crowd.

No need for friends.

Don't care.

A person can also live very well.

Only occasionally when he gets tired from playing the game, he would stare at the white wall in a daze.

A daze is an afternoon.

Come back and continue the game.

True loneliness.

It is you who have forgotten that you are alone.

habit.

Habits are worse than anything.

He never thought about the future.

because.

He understands.

I have no future at all.

One day, he will die.

His life, the life of this human individual named Old Tang.

They are all waiting for that day to come.

Nothing makes sense.

Everything is just nothingness.

He is so lonely.

Old Tang didn't think about anything.

He just moved forward mechanically.

The black and white silent films on both sides are still going on.

He no longer looks at it.

unimportant.

Nothing is important.

The day he had been waiting for was coming.

It's now.

At this moment.

fate.

Old Tang clearly understood.

This road comes to an end.

He is going to die.

Suddenly, the dull and gloomy eyes lit up with a little brilliant color.

This is a new picture reflected in his eyes.

That was his life so far, the only color.

Golden warm sun.

There are big sunflowers in full bloom outside the window.

In the crowded room lay three boys in disorder.

Chip bags and Coke cans strewn all over the floor.

On the TV screen is the charming Mai Shiranui holding a flower fan.

"Down with the Great Demon King Feifei!"

Old Tang shouted.

"Down with the Great Demon King!"

Han Ye then raised his hand.

"Hmph, you juniors, you don't know what you can do, how dare you speak nonsense!"

Lu Mingfei looked disdainful.

Old Tang didn't leave.

He seemed to have been smashed into the ground by a hammer and remained motionless.

That joyful face actually revealed such a deep nostalgia at this moment.

In the final analysis, human beings are a collection of countless memories of their past.

If a person loses his memory, then strictly speaking, his past is also dead.

In the future, he will study again, meet new friends, and get used to the new job.

These are another person's business.

As for Old Tang.

Before meeting Lu Mingfei, his life was meaningless.

After meeting Lu Mingfei, silent films took on color.

The sun shone into the room.

It turned out that this is warmth.

He thought carefully.

The three of them wasted a lot of time playing games, drinking coke, eating potato chips and bragging in the afternoon.

He will take it out repeatedly for the rest of his life, and chew it carefully like a cow chewing cud, to taste the incomparably precious warmth and sweetness.

Oh, right.

Old Tang almost forgot.

He already, has no rest of his life.

Slightly laughed.

Old Tang greedily looked down.

The three of them went to Sha County for dinner.

Then came the Lanzhou Ramen.

KFC and McDonald's in China.

"Is there a custom of cutting off the head to eat in China, and you can go on the road when you are full..."

That night, while rubbing his belly, he looked at the starry sky and said so.

Perhaps, at that time, I had already anticipated this moment.

Old Tang thought.

He smiled even brighter.

Reminds me of the taste of steamed dumplings and ramen.

"No, no."

He said.

"See, I'm really smiling on my way."

"On the way?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Where are you going?"

Old Tang's expression suddenly became stiff.

Is memory wrong?
However, at that time...

He was shocked by what he saw.

It should clearly be a colorful picture transformed from memories.

Among them, Lu Mingfei made a different movement and expression from the memory.

Old Tang remembered that at that time, that night, Lu Mingfei looked at him and said, "Where are you going?"

But not at the moment.

Lu Mingfei didn't look at himself in the picture.

Instead, turn around.

He looked at himself outside the screen.

Obviously a character in memory.

At this moment, it seemed to come alive.

"stop looking."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's a pity that the phone can't be used, otherwise it would be fun to take a picture of your surprised look."

He just laughed.

"Ah, here, Feifei, why do you..."

Old Tang could no longer speak a complete sentence.

This place is clearly just a revolving lantern before his death.

A hallway of memory transformed by experience.

Why, it's not him...

"Remember?"

Lu Mingfei didn't answer.

He just said with a smile.

"I told Yan Luo, we are the boss of hell, no one can die without his permission."

Then he pointed at himself proudly.

"I am Yan Luo."

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(End of this chapter)