Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 91 Uncle (adding more for the recommendation ticket)
The curtain at the door rattled.

Lu Mingfei and Han Ye escaped in embarrassment.

Behind him is the webmaster girl with a feather duster.

"Give me a good read!"

She yelled with her arms akimbo.

"Come to the Internet cafe again, I will beat you to death."

With lingering fear, Han Ye moved closer to Lu Mingfei's ear.

"This is your sister?"

"It's so fierce."

Lu Mingfei thought of the purple wristband and explained with a bitter face.

"Maybe she's in a bad mood today, girls, you can understand."

"oh oh."

Han Ye responded and asked curiously.

"Why are girls in a bad mood?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and knocked on the man's forehead.

"Children care so much!"

"It hurts!"

Han Ye held his forehead pitifully.

"Go away."

Lu Mingfei grabbed Han Ye's shoulder.

"Go drink!"

The man suddenly became excited again.

"Well, drink and drink."

""Okay! "

At the counter of the Internet cafe, the girl stared fixedly at the door, put down the feather duster, and smiled softly.

"Study hard."

The drawer was roughly opened, and the key cards rattled together.

The girl picked up the white medicine bottle, unscrewed it, poured a handful and drank it skillfully, picked up half a bottle of iced black tea, and drank it in one gulp with her neck raised.

"Don't throw it, don't throw it."

Changmao has a smiling face and greasy hair that hasn't been washed in a long time, making people want to turn their heads away just by looking at it.

"No bottle, give it to me."

"It's dirty."

The girl looked at him coldly, and casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

"What a bottle!"

The long hair is about to pick it up.

with a snap.

The feather duster hit the long-haired hand hard.

The man was in pain, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"Who told you to pick it up!"

The girl said.

"hey-hey."

Chang Mao folded his hands, shrank his body and lowered his head, avoiding the girl's eyes, just smiling blindly.

"She's dead."

The girl said.

Shaggy raised its head like a cat that stepped on its tail.

He looked at the webmaster girl in horror and despair.

It seems to have thought of something.

The sadness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

It was replaced by an incomparable peace.

Deathly peace.

"Xiaoya, she's not dead."

he said in a low voice.

"Xiaoya, she's not dead."

"hey-hey."

"not dead."

Changmao propped himself on the ground a few times, stood up with difficulty, dragged his body to the hall, and finally returned to his place, his thin body was embedded in the chair, and he stared at the chat interface motionlessly again. There is a signature from long ago.

At this moment, the long hair doesn't look like a person at all, but more like a relief of a devil or an angel on a chair in a church. It looks lifelike, but it's just a dead thing after all.

Legend has it that at the end of the Shang Dynasty, there was a courtier named Bigan, whose heart was gouged out by King Zhou to please Daji.

Bigan miraculously did not die and survived. He staggered to the street and asked an old woman who sold spinach.

"Vegetables have no heart to live, what if people have no heart?"

said the old woman.

"People who have no intention will die naturally."

So Bigan died.

The same goes for long hair.

This man's heart must have died a long time ago.

"Do you know him?"

At the counter, a fair-looking man asked the girl.

He means long hair.

"Who knows that kind of rotten person!"

The girl is smoking a cigarette.

"If you don't listen to anything, it's hopeless."

"My old lady is too lazy to care about him!"

The fair man smiled.

"Thank you for the instant noodles last night, it was a great help."

the man said.

"It's about to expire. If I don't give it to you, I'll throw it in the trash can. If you want to eat it, don't eat it."

The girl is impatient.

She caught a glimpse of the man's hand.

"Aren't you going to the hospital for your skin disease?"

The man smiled shyly.

"In a few days, I'm busy now, I have to catch up with the drawing, and there is a rush over there."

"Manuscript?"

The girl read.

"Are you a painter?"

The fair and clean man smiled softly.

"Well, a low-level artist."

He resumed his shy smile.

"When I talk about an artist, I just put money on my face."

"It's good to have a dream."

The girl comforts him.

"Very busy, for art, do you need an assistant?"

A few days passed after I went to see the webmaster girl.

Even though he was in a mess that night, Lu Mingfei didn't take it to heart.

After all, he had a pretty good idea of ​​the character of the network management girl.

Lu Mingfei didn't think that he had the eloquence of a Japanese anime hero, and that Balabala could influence the villains to world peace.

People's past is so deep and so cruel, you just put it down after saying a few words, what a joke.

Obviously, the webmaster girl is such a person.

It wasn't that Lu Mingfei didn't want to help her.

To put it bluntly, the network management girl refused to let herself go.

She trapped herself, unable to get out, and did not want to get out.

Everyone is looking for an outlet, and so are girls.

Lu Mingfei just wanted to find this person for a drink once in a while.

Cry a little more and it will be fine.

Otherwise, what else can I do? He is not a psychiatrist, he is good at fighting, but he is really powerless to solve people's knots.

This morning Lu Mingfei set up a stall as usual.

Han Ye was basking in the sun, with a big straw hat covering his face, and a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it and shook his head.

"It's hopeless, let's bury it."

He sighed.

"Eh, what is that?"

Lu Mingfei stared at the back of a man.

Coincidentally, that man also turned his head. He was holding a high-end watch in his hand, but no matter how good it is on Ziyang Street, it is easy to know that it must be a high-end watch.

When the man saw Lu Mingfei, he lost his grip and smashed the watch on the ground. The boss' eyes lit up and he put on a vicious face again.

He was about to start cursing when Lu Mingfei from the calligraphy stall not far away shouted.

"uncle!"

"Oh, Ming...Mingfei!"

Uncle's smile is comparable to a cheating man being caught in bed by his wife.

I really want to die.

The owner of the high imitation watch greeted Lu Mingfei.

"I know."

"Well, my uncle."

"oh oh."

The boss nodded, and the uncle looked at the broken watch in embarrassment, wondering how much he would pay.

The boss gave him a strange look.

"Not yet, Xiaolu is waiting."

"The alley?"

"Lu Mingfei, isn't he your nephew?"

Said the boss laughed again.

"This kid is really nice. He has a sweet mouth and quick hands and feet. How did your family teach him?"

The uncle said a few words politely, still thinking about what the boss said, his sweet tongue and quick hands and feet, was he still talking about that Lu Mingfei with his head drooping and his face full of depravity?

"Then this watch?"

"Small things are not worth a lot of money."

Seeing the calm and calm appearance of the boss, the uncle recalled that not long ago, this person swore that he would not buy it without three hundred, the purchase price was already 399, and selling for three hundred would be a loss-making price.

"Okay, let's go, you are busy."

Uncle nodded and bowed for a while, he had no choice but to get used to it in the company.

Dally to the stall.

"Mingfei, why are you here?"

Uncle rubbed his hands. Originally, he just wanted to buy a high-quality imitation watch to show off. Unexpectedly, he ran into his nephew. This made the uncle, who has always been a good face, not know what to say. He did not forget that Lu Mingfei was going abroad Man, if this kid talks about today's incident when he sees someone mentioning his uncle in the future, he doesn't need to have such an old face.

(End of this chapter)