Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 27 Old Tang (asking for a ticket)

Erika took a pen and drew on the paper. It was a round cake with the words "Sakura is so delicious" underneath.

Yuan Zhisheng entered the room again.

"Erika, it's time to check."

The girl's head drooped, she hated those people in white coats.

Every time she came back after running away from home, the researchers would do a full physical examination in order to monitor her stable state, but Yuan Zhisheng felt that it was useless and would only make Erika unhappy.

The medical report is just to reassure some people in the upper echelons of the family. In fact, what should get worse will not get better, and the medical examination is not a treatment. He has already reacted to the father several times, but the father said that he should be responsible for other clansmen.

Yuan Zhisheng is not the emperor, although he has a lot of power to speak, but there are some things that he cannot allow him to make private decisions.

The short-haired boy has already left, but he left a deep impression in his heart. One day in the future. They will meet again, but when we meet again, I don’t know if it will be an old friend or an enemy
Lu Mingfei changed into dry clothes and continued his trip to Japan.

After that episode, he suddenly wanted to challenge the Japanese swordsmanship dojo, commonly known as the kick hall.

After a day of rest, he played Street Fighter with "Eri Yi の PSN" for a while, and then he went to inquire about the news of the dojo.

The result disappointed him a lot. Most of the ashrams had a false name, and they only taught beginners from junior high school and elementary school. Some masters were somewhat genuine, but when compared with Yuan Zhisheng, the gap was extremely obvious.

It took him five days to visit the nearby dojos, and he didn't go out much after that, he just stayed on the bed and played games.

It should be said that as expected of Lu Mingfei, he can still stay at home even when he travels.

"Lu Mingze" disappeared, and Lu Mingfei felt that he was a part of his heart disease. After staying in Weiming for a long time, he had some mental problems.

He didn't think it was something beyond scientific explanation, although he saw the flame-like golden pupils in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, he only thought it was an illusion.

A person who returned from the war-torn era and died thousands of times will inevitably have some mental abnormalities. It is already remarkable that he did not open his mouth to drool "Abaaaba".

No one is online to play "Uncharted 2" with him, so he plays by himself, and occasionally plays Street Fighter with "Eri Yi".

It's strange to say that every time "Eri Yi" goes online, she will send an invitation as soon as possible, as if she has been waiting.

Lu Mingfei stayed in the hotel until the last day, packed his bags, and boarded the plane to the United States.

If he wants to take away PS3 game discs, he has to pay a high tariff. Although he has cleared several of them, he is reluctant to leave them in Japan, so he reluctantly pays for them and checks them on the plane.

At 9 pm on September 25, he arrived at the New York airport as scheduled.

"Hey, Old Tang, I'm getting off the plane!" He made a video call to Old Tang.

Old Tang had agreed with him yesterday that he would drive him with a Greyhound.

"Come here, I see you!" A dusty man in the distance was waving his hands.

Lu Mingfei walked over with a salute, looked left and right: "Where's your greyhound?"

"There." He pointed to a bus.

"Did you come here by bus? Awesome!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

It is not easy to test for a bus driver's license.

"No, I came here by it." Old Tang smiled cheaply: "Come and enjoy the Greyhound Paradise of the American poor with me!"

He helped Lu Mingfei put his luggage into the car, and led Lu Mingfei into the car.

It turned out that this guy had no money to buy a car at all, and he couldn't even afford the gas fee. The so-called Greyhound was just this kind of cheap bus.

There were many black people in the car, and it seemed unsafe. Old Tang led him to the back seat in the last row, and the car started after a while.

They drive along the Interstate Highway, singing ugly songs.

The car was very noisy, and some people sang with them. A bunch of strangers gathered together to brag and chat, and they didn't know where they were going.

The black friends told jokes very funny, and after a while, Lu Mingfei got along with them.

Although he was not good at English, he had a good time with Old Tang interpreting for him.

When they saw a good place, they got out of the car and walked around, bought local hot dogs and squatted in the exhaust of the car to eat, and waited for the next Greyhound to come and take them to further places.

Roaming around the world, unrestrained, this is very free. Most of the Greyhounds are poor people in the United States. Some of them lost their goals and wandered around with the bus. When the money ran out, they became homeless on the street.

The two of them were lying on the bench in the service area, bragging about those who didn't find Tianji, and talking about those hot girls who couldn't see each other.

It was late at night, and Old Tang obeyed the agreement and took Lu Mingfei to eat steak.

A dilapidated old street stall steak is very cheap. It cost less than 15 dollars for two people to eat it. This is really a very low price.

Although Lu Mingfei has money in his pocket, when he comes to the host, he must let the host treat him. This is friendship. It would be wrong for him to focus on customers.

The good brothers ran to the Internet cafe together, where they fought, carnivaled, and burned every enthusiasm in the most enthusiastic screams.

It wasn't until early in the morning that they returned to Old Tang's rented room in Brooklyn.

The room was small and damp, no doubt a place for poor people to live in.

A computer with a square head is placed on the table, other than that, there is only a simple bed and a window that cannot see the sun.

Lu Mingfei didn't mind at all, when he was in Weiming, he used the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed.

There was always the sound of a train passing overhead, loud, but the two brothers were both tired, and soon lay down on the bed and snored.

They woke up after sleeping for a full day, with messy hair and the smell of cigarettes from the Internet cafe, they were extremely dirty.

The two looked at each other, but couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, I haven't had so much fun in a long time." Old Tang leaned his back against the wall, "It's really fun! Drinking and eating meat still needs to be accompanied by someone!"

"Old Tang, a gift for you." Lu Mingfei took out a pack of cherry blossom cakes from the suitcase, "The cherry blossom cakes imported from Japan are sweet but not greasy."

"It's so embarrassing, I came here to play with my brother and gave him a gift." Old Tang said so, but his hand seemed to be rude and grabbed the bag of cakes.

His income is not high, and he rarely goes to Internet cafes when he is equipped with broadband. He led Lu Mingfei to a carnival all day, and his wallet has already bottomed out.

But what does it matter?

Good brothers are like this. When they get together, they must find a place to go carnival, vent everything, scold and whistle together, and fall asleep on the pillow after being exhausted.

This is called the romance of men, and it is difficult for women to understand.

Even if he didn't even have the money to pay the rent, he would still take Lu Mingfei to buy two hot dogs.

Greyhounds and hot dogs, that's all he can guarantee.

(End of this chapter)