Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 141 Lu Mingfei Wakes Up
The girl decides to leave.

She took the late night train to a strange city alone.

In the waiting hall, saluting vertically at her feet, she looked at her phone calmly, turning on the screen over and over again.

No one has announced the departure.

But he will know.

girl thought.

Should know.

The boy always surprises her again and again.

Never disappoints.

It's just the passing of time.The train is coming to the station.

She glanced at her phone one last time.

stunned.

New message.

It's the boy's number.

No need to remark, even in a dream you can recite it.

He said yes.

"Xiaoya, I'm going to end the nightmare."

"good sleep."

She stared at the message for a long time.

Did not understand the meaning of the boy.

It's just that I feel a little uneasy.

Like something important is about to happen.

The girl was in a daze like sleepwalking.

She didn't know how she got into the car.

When the rumbling sound started, Fang just woke up.

She looked out the window in panic.

That was the platform that was quickly retreating.

Soon it will be time to switch to a wilderness landscape.

This train left the small town where she lived without hesitation, and rushed to a strange and unknown distance.

There was such a moment that she wanted to get out of the car crazily.

go back.

The boy will still be waiting for her in the town.

But the rumbling train will not stop because of her alone.

It's like this time goes forward and never looks back.

The girl found a job as a network administrator in this seaside city.

She goes to work when it is dark.

At dawn, I went back to sleep in a dark room.

But she has trouble falling asleep.

Nightmare every day.

The girl started smoking and took sedatives.

The expression on her face became more and more indifferent.

The past is buried deep.

Since leaving that small town, she has never had any contact with her former friends and classmates.

Naturally, she wouldn't know either.

It was also the day she left.

There was a murder in the town.

The police searched for a long time, but there was no whereabouts of the murderer.

One night three months later.

Girls smoking at the bar.

The door curtain rattled.

The girl didn't even look up.

"Two yuan and five yuan an hour, [-] yuan all night, the box is full, take the identity..."

She was stunned.

That man lying on the bar counter, reeking of alcohol, with long greasy hair.

is that you
The girl's eyes fluctuated violently.

Unbelievable, and painful.

In an instant, all emotions were frozen into thick ice.

She waved a feather duster.

"roll!"

"This is where you can come too!"

"Drink what wine!"

"Get out of the old lady!"

He blocked it with his hands in embarrassment.

There was a moment of unbearable flash in the girl's eyes.

That is clearly the hand that can draw the sea and wooden houses on the canvas shoes.

Now it's for drinking.

But no matter how the girl hit him, he just smiled foolishly and talked about Xiaoya Xiaoya.

Live or die.

The girl said coldly.

"She's dead."

The man hurriedly raised his head, and shot a pair of eyes like a dying beast from under his bangs.

After seeing the girl's face, the eyes softened again.

"Xiaoya is not dead."

He smiled.

"not dead."

The days passed by listening to it day by day.

He became a frequent visitor to the Internet cafe.

People here call men long hair.

"This alcoholic has really long hair."

"It's dirty."

Every time I hear someone talk like this.

The girl rushed over to quarrel with them with a cold face.

No reason is needed.

Don't even think about excuses.

Just scold to death.

Everyone knows that this female webmaster has a hot and weird personality.

Gradually, no one discussed it.

Shaggy doesn't seem to have an ID.

He used a temporary card to surf the Internet, which cost one yuan more.

This is logical, but the girls give him two dollars and a half.

Changmao didn't say anything, just turned on the phone, curled up in a chair, staring at the QQ that was hanging up in a daze.

Some people are curious.

I have seen those who come to Internet cafes to play games, read Conan, and write novels.

This is the first time I've seen you go to an Internet cafe and log on to QQ and do nothing when you turn it on.

He quietly observed the long hair.

It was a strange discovery that what Changmao had been staring at was actually QQ's signature.

Have the furthest, a sentence that starts like this.

At first glance, it is the style that Literary and Art Xiaoqing likes.

But I always feel that it doesn't match the image of Changmao at all.

A year has passed, or two years.

Shaggy started to collect plastic bottles.

He dawdled past other people's leftover bottles, looked left and right, and secretly took them away when no one was looking.

But once you meet a girl and let her see this scene, it will be troublesome.

The girl was sure to beat him with a feather duster.

"Pick up trash, pick up trash, I tell you to pick up trash!"

"Dirty or not, just pick it up!"

Long Mao hides in embarrassment.

silent.

The two are like this day after day.

Only sometimes, occasionally.

The girl at the bar was tired of playing the game and took off her headphones.

They also subconsciously cast their gazes into the hall.

After finding the thin man with long hair, he took it back.

The action of tidying up the counter is also a bit brisk.

Don't say it with your mouth, don't show it on your face.

But, with him here, even if the two of them don't talk, even if the two of them are completely different from the past, they will feel at ease with each other to some extent.

Their relationship is very strange.

Maybe it's like that song.

The most familiar stranger.

Girls have secretly, secretly thought about it.

If one day, Changmao takes a bath, cuts his hair short, and is gentle, he will come to him like he did back then, and say something.

"Xiaoya, let's go."

She would probably throw herself into his arms desperately.

Cry hard and fast.

Crying and crying, she fell asleep in his arms.

Listen to the man talking to her gently.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"It's passed."

"and me."

She really wanted to hear it again.

"Xiaoya."

Not the ramblings of the long-haired drunk.

It was the poet-like boy, or youth, who called her quietly.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Even one night.

The girl looked at him in a panic.

Suddenly put down the feather duster.

She was sad to hold the man's hand.

"Look at me."

she said tremblingly.

"Look at me."

The long hair froze and did not move.

But the next second, before the girl touched his hand.

Long Mao dodged like an electric shock.

"Dirty, my hands, dirty!"

As he spoke, he bit his hand with his teeth.

The sadness on the girl's face disappeared.

She quietly looked at the mouse-like man.

I just feel sad.

She heard Long Mao murmur.

"I'm a bad guy."

"It's a criminal."

"Damn me, damn me."

The girl lit a cigarette, smoked it, and pressed it out on her arm.

I don't want to control him anymore.

whatever.

whatever.

until that day.

The girl found that Changmao hadn't been to the Internet cafe for a long time.

The down-and-out painter came to find himself again.

The girl remembered what Shaggy said the last time she saw him.

At that time, Shaggy told her to be careful with painters.

So she has been ignoring this man for the past few days.

The painter is gone.

The boy named Lu Mingfei came again.

Invite yourself to a meal.

Thinking about the long hair, the girl was getting annoyed.

The attitude was a bit bad, and looking back, it really shouldn't be.

Lu Mingfei is a good boy.

Also going abroad.

Speaking of which, if it wasn't for me, the boy would probably still be abroad now.

I guess I have already gone abroad to find him.

Two people will spread out under the autumn maple trees in a foreign land.

Talk about the latest CD and book you read.

stop!
The girl told herself that she couldn't think anymore.

These are undisputed things.

It is the beauty that she dare not even dream of.

She has dealt with Lu Mingfei.

Returned home before dawn.

I wanted to sleep.

But because of the tossing and turning of the long hair that I haven't seen for a long time, I can't sleep no matter what.

She curled up in a corner, hugging her knees.

Reminiscing over and over again the last moments of getting along with Changmao.

Look for the slightest clue.

At this moment.

The door rang.

She woke up.

not moving at all.

Who is it?
She dared not open it.

The door is still ringing.

She got off the bed barefoot and walked to the door without a sound.

He asked loudly who it was.

The person outside the door answered.

It is the painter's voice.

The girl raised her heart.

She recalled Shaggy's advice.

Watch out for that guy!

It was the painter that Long Mao was referring to.

The girl holds a fruit knife and presses it against the door.

She made up her mind that no matter what the painter said, she would never open it.

Until, the man outside the door said.

"The person you recommended, I remember it was called Long Hair."

"You have news about him!"

"Well, he's been working with me these two days."

The painter had an inexplicable smile.

"He's quite a competent art assistant."

"Really!"

Can hear obvious surprise from the girl's voice.

The painter smiled even more happily.

"of course it's true."

"If you don't believe me."

He said.

"You'll know if you come and see with me."

The girl is about to open the door.

The moment he grabbed the handle, he stopped suddenly.

Long Mao's advice rang in her ears again and again.

Watch out for him!Watch out for him!Watch out for him!
The girl pursed her lips tightly, hesitating.

Until the painter asked a question.

"Why, don't you want to see how he holds the paintbrush?"

The pair of hand-painted canvas shoes jumped out of the girl's eyes.

There is also the side face of the boy sketching the plaster statue in the studio.

She opened the door without hesitation.

"let's go!"

"Okay."

The painter smiled gently.

"I'll take you to meet him."

After that it was a nightmare.

severe pain.

It was cold, and the blood kept flowing.

"He... what about him?"

At the end of life, the girl thought of the boy.

The painter smiled and said something.

The specific girl can no longer be heard clearly.

She only remembered a little.

"Dead."

"He's dead..."

The girl heard the painter speak again.

So, did you die for me?

she thinks.

The world in front of me is getting more and more blurred.

And the flashback of the boy's past scenes.

From sunny youth.

To the present day of eternal darkness.

Why is our future different from what we promised?
girl thought.

why?
She finally thought of Lu Mingfei.

He also saw Lu Mingfei walking towards him.

Those golden eyes are full of majesty.

She was just a dying hallucination.

"You... you're here."

"Well, here I am."

The girl twitched her lips.

Unfortunately, he can't come.

What a pity.

Really sorry.

…………

Lu Mingfei woke up in a white ward.

The moment he opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to rush towards him.

There are many figures around him.

There are also some chaotic sounds.

"Teacher! Teacher is awake!"

"Mingfei, are you okay?"

"Doctor, hurry up, call the doctor!"

"Senior brother."

With this exit, Lu Mingfei's dilated pupils finally focused.

He turned to the direction of the sound.

Pale lips twitched twice.

Chu Zihang bent his ears.

He heard the boy's faint voice calling.

"Master..."

"Little Junior Sister!"

There is no more text.

Chu Zihang straightened up.

Wang Chaoyuan, Chen Pingan.

Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao and the head of the support team.

They all looked at Lu Mingfei's closed eyes in panic.

"Junior brother him."

Chu Zihang was expressionless.

Chen Ping clenched his fists.

Yuanyuan almost cried.

Wang Chao couldn't bear to close his eyes.

"Fell asleep."

Crowd: ...

Chu Zihang glanced at them.

These guys who claim to be Lu Mingfei's students are really strange.

"I'll go to the doctor."

The hospital where Lu Mingfei works is the best in the city.

But the doctors and even the nurses who treated him were a team that flew in overnight from Chicago.

As soon as they landed, they took over all of Lu Mingfei's treatment matters.

All the physical data about the teenager, not to mention a piece of paper, is kept strictly confidential.

At the very beginning, the treatment team found that, given the boy's physical condition, multiple organ failure, and cardiopulmonary dysfunction, it is not surprising that he would die immediately in the next second.

This is a crisis that goes far beyond the scope of modern medicine.

The disease is terminally ill, and there is no cure for medicine and stone.

The head of the team has already started preparing to apply for permission to dissect.

But one night passed.

Not only did the boy not die.

His body is still recovering at an incredible speed.

The team leader was amazed at the same time.

Speed ​​up dissection applications.

Even if it weren't for that scary young man sitting at the door of the ward holding a knife like a door god.

They have already started research.

The person in charge is sure that Lu Mingfei, this S-level boy, is a rare and precious sample of real mixed-race history.

Not just anyone survives systemic organ failure.

Neither do mixed races.

After surviving the most dangerous night, what happened next is even more miraculous.

The boy's body improved rapidly in hours.

So much that they thought it was a problem with the inspection equipment.

Tried several sets, all with the same result.

Only then did he admit this reality in astonishment.

The person in charge even speculated that even if there was no treatment, just throw the boy in a safe place and he would recover on his own.

"As expected of an S-rank!"

In the end, he could only attribute the boy's terrifying vitality to the specialness of the S-rank.

The third day after killing Thousand Faces.

Lu Mingfei woke up for the first time.

Although he immediately fell into a deep sleep, the fact that he was able to wake up has reassured the people outside the ward.

After all, they were all waiting outside the ward.

It was also Chu Zihang who first noticed Lu Mingfei's eyelids trembling.

He rushed right in.

The rest followed suit.

Fortunately, this is a special ward, and the entire floor is covered.

Otherwise, their behavior would have caused much commotion.

The doctor who came in a hurry, after several examinations, chanted words such as "miracle", "perverted" and "unimaginable", and dealt with Chu Zihang and others by the way, saying that Lu Mingfei was fine now The problem is weakness.

In other words, he was hungry.

Those who know the details are at a loss.

It was hanging by a thread a few days ago.

How long has it been, just... just hungry?
Two days later.

Lu Mingfei in a blue and white striped hospital gown leaned against the bed, staring at the sunlight outside the window in a daze.

"Brother, do you want to eat apples?"

Lu Mingze sat by the bed, peeling the skin with a knife.

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Lu Mingfei said.

The little devil's hand is very steady, and the apple peels are connected into a wide, uniform, thin and transparent line, like an exquisite handicraft.

"Is there something on your mind?"

He asked Lu Mingfei.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stared at the fragments in his arms.

It was the remains of the bronze mask.

"Yan Luo he..."

The little devil observed the boy's expression.

"Actually, I've always been curious."

"Yan Luo, it's also your strength, brother."

"That's right."

"But not accurate enough."

Lu Mingfei explained.

He, Yan Luo. "

"It also has a will of its own."

"So."

Lu Mingfei looked at the fragments silently.

"I didn't want to see the tragedy, so I worked so hard."

(End of this chapter)