Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 341 Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang

"Okay, let's go back."

Lu Mingfei said.

Chu Zihang pushed the shopping cart with one hand, and took out the wallet with the other hand. This supermarket supports card swiping. Two slender fingers took out the card, and the wallet closed. Get together and whisper.

"Tsk tsk."

Lu Mingfei smacked his mouth.

"Senior, have you considered debuting?"

"Debut?"

"Yeah, I think your face is the guarantee of the box office. Everything will be done for you, just the killer. Then you don't have to do anything. Just stand in front of the camera with the Desert Eagle and Murasame. A large number of girls came to join us."

"Sounds like a cowherd."

"Cowherd?"

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei, the confusion on Master Lu's face was not fake.

"I've been reading some books in Japan recently, and there are mentions of the profession of cowherds. They provide emotional value to lonely women for profit."

Lu Mingfei's expression became subtle.

Doudou looked at him with twinkling eyes, and then at Chu Zihang, turning her head around, but unfortunately she couldn't hear anything. When Chu Zihang started to introduce, she stretched out her hand to cover the little girl's ears, She pawed and pulled it twice, but she didn't pull it away, so she could only look left and right curiously.

"It doesn't sound like a serious career."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei again, his eyes seemed complicated.

"Contrary to what you think, Niulang mainly provides emotional value, companionship and listening. They have strict work boundaries, um, but..."

Chu Zihang pondered.

"The existence of the boundary is worrying. There are huge risks after breaking the boundary, but at the same time there are matching benefits. From a realistic point of view, the situation you think is not impossible."

Lu Mingfei had a dull face.

"Well, senior, let's chat normally, don't be too serious, to be honest, I'm a little flustered."

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei changed the subject.

"By the way, senior, why do you suddenly look at Japanese materials?"

"It will come in handy."

Chu Zihang's voice was very low.

"The school will release the information control, and our business will spread all over the world. There are fulcrums available for radiation in Europe, North America and the Far East. Only Japan is still blank."

"Speaking of which, indeed, it makes sense."

Lu Mingfei agreed.

Chu Zihang’s authority is not enough to get in touch with Kassel’s martial arts campus plan, but many things can be analyzed from the clues to the truth. In the previous paragraph, Chu Zihang’s business is to promote martial arts, Kassel Both the headquarters and the preparatory class of Peking University have set up Kyushu branches. Europe and North America are the radiation areas of Kassel.

Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei planned to send instructors to Japan and Peking University’s preparatory class respectively, and the candidates were Chu Zihang and Ling, but Ange rejected this proposal. There seemed to be something in the Japanese branch that made President Kassel quite happy. care about things.

However, until now, Kassel has completed a comprehensive upgrade of the executive department. It is all subordinate to Kassel's own power, and it is the shield and spear of the contemporary secret party. Searle Headquarters, aside from practicing martial arts on weekdays, once there is a need, the warrior specialists will turn into blades that cut everything.

This is also where Cassel has the confidence to let go of news control.

Chu Zihang was keenly aware of Kassel's plan for the Japanese branch, so he read relevant materials to prepare for future actions.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei had to admire Chu Zihang's vision, but wait, what kind of information did the senior read, and why was there a cowherd?
They lined up at the cash register, filled three big pockets, and took receipts.

"that is……"

There was a small table next to the door with a red banner hanging on it, Lu Mingfei didn't care about anything else, his eyes just fell on those two words.

"lottery"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head thoughtfully, and Doudou, who was bouncing around, looked at him strangely, with a puzzled look on his chubby face.

"receipt."

"One ticket for one draw, here."

"Ok."

Lu Mingfei knelt down and told Doudou.

"Next, it's all up to you!"

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou nodded seriously.

Although she didn't really know what it was going to do, it felt like it was very powerful.

Chu Zihang watched silently. Although the money for this shopping was not bad for him, after all, the highest prize was the free order, but Chu Zihang had no intention of urging him at all. More than once, he felt that Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi had a certain relationship. A similar quality, the value is irrelevant, the important thing is the fun, obviously you can go to the doll shop, but Xia Mi likes the claw machine in the mall, there is a lot of yelling, but girl, what do you have to yell at? Yes, once you catch it and succeed once, others are just playing. You are here to buy goods. Didn’t you see that the face of the boss next to him turned green?

Probably Lu Mingfei is also like this. In fact, he never thought about winning the lottery. After all, the probability is too low. Lu Mingfei enjoys the process of the lottery draw itself, as well as the interaction with the children, how innocent and cute...

"Special prize, free of charge, help redeem it, thank you."

Lu Mingfei told the staff.

Chu Zihang: ...

The staff look like hell.

I don't know how many people around looked at it. They probed their brains, trying to see what the so-called only special prize in the audience looked like.

The staff almost didn't catch the lottery ticket, he carefully read it three times, and then looked at the three pockets in Chu Zihang's hand, took a deep breath, and called the manager.

The manager looked at the lottery ticket three times, then at the three pockets in Chu Zihang's hand, and called the supervisor.

The supervisor is indeed a supervisor, he is a person who has seen a big scene, he found that there are more and more customers onlookers, he decisively made a decision, paid cash on the spot, and enthusiastically invited a group photo, but was rejected by Chu Zihang, originally the supervisor wanted to win, But with Chu Zihang's handsome face between a killer and an assassin in this chapter, he can only hold in his stomach if he fights for it, and he can't say anything.

After withdrawing the money, Lu Mingfei and Doudou laughed more happily than the other. They walked out happily. How can I say this feeling? Although the money is not a lot, this kind of happiness is similar to eating a king's meal, which is simply unstoppable .

"This is your reward!"

Doudou held a red ticket and smiled.

"Put it away, remember to tell mom when you go back."

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou nodded vigorously.

Lu Mingfei gently stroked her hair, stupid child, with the existence of a creature like a mother, you will never have a small treasury, hahahaha!
They went home happily.

In the evening, Lu Mingfei used the courtyard of Chu Zihang's house to set up the four treasures of the study, press down the paperweight, and add ink to the pen. During this process, Xin also fell silent.

Chu Zihang was sitting on the lawn in Panxi, with Cun Yu in his arms, who was inseparable from him. Naturally, there would be Spring Festival couplets during the New Year. Usually, their family would get them from the masters of the local Calligraphy Association. This year, because of Lu Mingfei, he said he missed himself. Write, Chu Zihang must nod, Su Xiaoyan also wants to see this classmate Lu's skills, as for Chu Zihang's cheap father, he is a business machine who only knows how to make money, Lu Mingfei always does this when he comes to Chu Zihang's house It's been many days, and I haven't seen it at all. He seems not interested in anything other than making money. Chu Zihang used to post Spring Festival couplets, and he was only responsible for bringing back the best chapters.

Lu Mingfei wrote a few pieces of paper and slowly regained his hand feeling. He hasn't written calligraphy for a while.

Putting the white rice paper aside and replacing it with red-backed paper, Lu Mingfei hung his wrists for a long time, maintaining this posture, concentrating on meditation.

Cun Yu buzzed, Chu Zihang bowed his head, and listened attentively. He had already started raising swords, and Chun Yu was transforming from ordinary soldiers to auras, but not to the extent that he had the ability to think logically. , and has no ability to express emotions, it just responds to strong breaths, similar to the stress response of animals.

And it was Lu Mingfei who caused Cun Yu's reaction, no need to think too much about it.

Chu Zihang held down the hilt of his sword, and the buzzing of the rain stopped. He looked at Lu Mingfei. At that moment, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes. Those eyes changed from the gentle and harmless ones in the past. The thunder split black and white. His eyes are so sharp.

Lu Mingfei wrote the pen, and the pen fell like a thunder, concentrating on it for a long time, and the success was only in a flash.

He puts down his pen.

Chu Zihang let out a breath, and only now did he realize that he had subconsciously held his breath earlier.

Lu Mingfei looked at his writing for a long time, then shook his head.

Sweep the couplet aside casually, clear out an open space, and meditate while studying ink.

Chu Zihang quietly put away the waste manuscripts and laid them aside neatly, waiting for them to dry.

He knows very little about calligraphy, so he can see that these characters are extraordinary. The concept of beauty is hidden in everything in the world. You can't describe it in words. Even if you describe it forcefully, it will only end up being biased. The concept of beauty itself is the existence of sensibility, sensibility is opposed to rationality, it has no standard, but it is there, you see, hear or think, feel beautiful, it is beauty.

Therefore, even if Chu Zihang didn't understand calligraphy, the moment he saw these characters, he could clearly feel that they were beautiful.

And these are rubbish.

This is not the first time he saw Lu Mingfei's words, Chu Zihang suddenly recalled, it seemed that, no, that was half a year ago, he came to this city following the trail of the dangerous mixed race Qianmian. The senior brother who was connected got Qianmian's crime documents, and the writing left on the scene was exactly written by Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei swept away the waste manuscripts again, frowned, and was about to study the ink, but saw that someone was already there.

"I come."

Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei smiled, and in the next second, he didn't know what he thought of, he hesitated to speak, and pursed his lips.

"Senior, don't you think it's weird?"

"Ok?"

Lu Mingfei still didn't say the idiom "red sleeves add fragrance" in the end, forget it, it's a good thing for the seniors to help study ink, don't wait for them to fight directly, it's not that Lu Mingfei is afraid of being beaten, but it's not easy to give Su Xiaoyan explained that when Chu Zihang's mother came home tomorrow, there would be only ruins left in the courtyard that was fine yesterday, which would probably leave a deep impression on Su Xiaoyan.

But it's true that no one has studied ink for him for a long time. The last time, it should have been in Kyushu. Well, no, it seems that the little devil has done the same thing.

Shaking his head, without thinking too much, Lu Mingfei returned to calligraphy.

He wrote a lot that night, Chu Zihang studied ink for him, until the sky was full of stars, and in the dead of night, Lu Mingfei put down his pen and told Chu Zihang to stop here, and Chu Zihang cleaned up the waste manuscripts.

Before going to bed, Chu Zihang asked him, after writing so much, what kind of characters do he want?
Lu Mingfei thought about it.

"I do not know either."

He scratched his head.

Thanks to Chu Zihang's good temper, this kind of answer made people angry, otherwise Lu Mingfei would probably have turned his face off if he were someone else.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the door of his room.

"It's just a little bit of a feeling, write more, maybe it will be done."

"Ah."

Chu Zihang said goodnight, and the two went into their rooms respectively.

What kind of words do I want?
Lu Mingfei himself was also thinking about this question.

He flipped through the waste manuscripts and saw that the silver hook and iron stroke hit three points in the wood, and a battlefield atmosphere of gold and iron horse rushed towards his face.

This is the boldness possessed by him who once served as a general in Kyushu. He uses calligraphy as a carrier to present it on paper.

He also used this to write the words "Suppressing Prison Mansion".

Why didn't I feel it at the time, but now it doesn't feel right no matter how I look at it.

What went wrong?

Lu Mingfei fell asleep with doubts.

Chu Zihang cooked the breakfast, Lu Mingfei was still in a daze with his waste manuscript, Su Xiaoyan didn't come back all night, and she didn't come back in the morning, it seems that she went all night with her little sister, so she probably hasn't woken up yet .

Chu Zihang never worried about Su Xiaoyan's safety, she said she was a lucky woman, she didn't need to think about anything, someone already helped her to think carefully, Chu Zihang's cheap father sent someone to guard Su Xiaoyan [-]/[-], The cost of this is high, but he doesn't care. Su Xiaoyan thinks that she is safe wherever she goes, that bad guys only exist in novels and TV, and that the world is as beautiful as fairy tales, but how is it possible?Reality is reality. The reason why Su Xiaoyan feels beautiful is because she is protected by someone, so she is a lucky woman.

Chu Zihang picked up the steamer, a drawer of custard buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks, he took off his apron, and put them on the table one by one.

"time to eat."

"okay."

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses, moved his nose, and laughed.

"As expected of a senior, the craftsmanship is really good."

"Actually, cooking is the same as fighting."

Chu Zihang briefly said a few words about his experience.

Lu Mingfei nodded, and took a mouthful of custard buns.

Occasionally drink two sips of soy milk, and then continue to eat buns.

Suddenly, he made a move.

Seeing Lu Mingfei staring straight at the air, Chu Zihang seemed to be muttering something in the place where there was nothing, but the voice was too small, even with his hard ears, he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Have it!"

Lu Mingfei laughed, put down the half-eaten custard bun, rushed up to the second floor, and came down with the Four Treasures of the Study last night, looking for a table to put it away.

Chu Zihang didn't know what happened. He walked over to help spread the paper and grind the ink.

(End of this chapter)