Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 73 Stubborn Child

Demons danced wildly in the classroom, someone broke white chalk and ran to the whiteboard, weeping sadly to draw abstract art paintings, a tall girl stared at the empty air, danced as if being held by an invisible invisible man .

Chocolate-colored Bucciarati shed tears and told Lu Mingfei a lot of past events, about his alcoholic father and beaten mother, about the pomegranate tree planted by his poor grandmother in the backyard, and about his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather being trafficked onto a boat Stories shipped to the Americas.

Only Ling sat on the seat to answer the questions. She was the only calm person here, because Lu Mingfei also stood up.

He stepped aside, and a very weak little boy looked at his bench pitifully.

That's not Lu Mingze, Lu Mingze is not so delicate, although he is called brother Lu Mingfei, he doesn't look like a younger brother who needs his help at all.

But the little boy in front of him was different. He was dressed in a white dress of ancient Chinese style. He was as white as his chubby face. He had a bronze crown on his head, and the sleeves were longer than his arms. , leaning over his desk on the examination table, he rolled up his sleeves and doodled on Lu Mingfei's answer sheet.

The black ballpoint pen borrowed from Fingal seemed to turn into a quaint writing brush in the boy's hands. The boy pricked up his ears, as if carefully distinguishing the faint voice of Longwen on the radio, so as to help Lu Ming Not pass the difficult 3E exam.

Lu Mingfei felt that he shouldn't bother him. Inexplicably, Lu Mingfei remembered the days when he was a child learning to ride a bicycle.

Before going to his aunt's house, he had his own small bicycle with two small training wheels on both sides of the rear wheel, so even if he couldn't ride it, he didn't have to worry about falling down, but one day, the training wheels were taken away by his mother When he got down, he could no longer happily step on the pedals and move forward bit by bit on the dirt road as before.

Stubbornly he tried to get on with his little two-wheeled bicycle, but he just kept falling, smacking his knees and bruising his elbows on the cobblestone-studded mud.

He practiced in the afternoon when no one was around, again and again, and finally at a certain moment, he made the wheels of the small bicycle spin again.

The wind blew across his face, straightened his hair, kicked his legs like crazy, and he became a free wind on the new tarmac road.

That is to say, from that day on, he was able to run freely on the street with his two-wheeled bicycle without the training wheels. Even after he slipped and fell on the asphalt road, the smile on his face did not dissipate.

Lu Mingfei stayed aside, looking at the child's serious face.

It's impolite to interrupt other people's serious work, so he just waited quietly.

The little boy's movements are very elegant, his waist is very straight, and he has received a good education. Whenever a piece of music is played on the radio, he will paint and draw on the white paper.

Maybe this is his spiritual vision, Fingel said, some people will even see things that they have never experienced before, like fragments engraved in genes and blood, stimulated by Longwen's stimulation.

This child may be his ancestor, gentle as jade, like a famous writer like Su Shi, the ancestors of the Lu family must be from a scholarly family, thinking of this, his expression immediately became serious, and he stood upright , he regarded himself as a book boy, helping the master of writing to grind ink and brush paper.

His ancestor is answering questions for him. When he returns from the winter vacation, he must read the genealogy carefully and burn more money paper for his ancestors, such as villas, BMWs, and smartphones. He must burn a complete set. If the ancestors don’t come to help answer the questions , He really wants to go back to the factory to drive screws, and go to fsk to work as a mobile phone quality inspector.

The music is uninterrupted, and the 3E exam is 3 hours in total. During this period, the music will continue to circulate.

Other students were still scribbling on paper and on their desks. The little boy suspected of being Lu Mingfei’s ancestor had already put down his pen, rolled up the white paper full of ink-and-wash paintings, and carefully put the cap of the pen on the tip of the pen.

With a touch of his short legs, he jumped off the bench and straightened the messy corners and sleeves with both hands.

He cupped his hands and saluted Lu Mingfei with a very respectful manner, like a courtier saluting a king.

Another voice rang in his ears, that voice was murky and powerful, cold and stern, and one could tell it was a killing god like Bai Qi who killed people without blinking an eye.

"The fate of the so-called abandoned people is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up Come."

"Brother, death is really sad. It's like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black...like groping in the dark, with a hand that can be stretched out, and can never touch anything..."

The boy's waist was lowered, he buried his head deeply, his already thin figure became hunched, his legs bent, and he even fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowing to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's heart trembled, and he hurried over to help the little boy up.

His hand touched the boy's shoulder, and he lifted it up gently, trying to lift his thin body, but the little boy was more stubborn than he thought, and his trembling body remained motionless.

He was afraid, afraid of being lifted up by Lu Mingfei, or he was begging, begging Lu Mingfei not to lift him up.
Lu Mingfei opened his mouth to speak, but he was in a daze for a while, and the sun shone on his face.

The first thing I saw was a white camellia in full bloom in a thick porcelain vase. Across the flower, a child in white was writing at the desk with a tube of ink pen, stroke by stroke.

"Maybe he will die? But, Constantine, don't be afraid." There was tenderness in the chilling voice.

"Don't be afraid, stay with my brother, don't be afraid..." the child said seriously.

In an instant, a fire engulfed the sun, and the child who was hung on a high pole became a sacrifice. Countless crowds roared in the city ravaged by flames, scorched human figures were running, and a huge shadow wailed in pain. , the flames swallowed everything, and the red magma and molten iron gushed out like a fountain, submerging everything.

Lu Mingfei's clothes were almost on fire, as if breaking through a layer of fiery membrane, returning to reality from the burning city.

He was sweating all over because of the extreme heat.

The students in the classroom were still performing performance art, and Bradley leaned on the table crying, shouting: "Mom! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

A cold gaze came over, it was Zero's gaze, and the ice blue eyes projected the light of the white wall lamp.

She only glanced at it, then turned to leaning over to write the answer sheet.

Lu Mingfei looked at his examination table. The white paper was rolled up, the black pen was placed on the table, and the test paper was spread out. An ink-style landscape painting appeared on the paper. The painter looked like a master of Chinese painting.

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