Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Under the dim street lights, the slanting wind pulled the raindrops to the ground.

The heavy rain fell on the sycamore and cherry trees planted staggered on both sides, and the surroundings were quiet and lonely.

Several shops on both sides of the street close early. Instead of staying in the shop to do business in this weather, it is better to go home and lie down with your wife in bed.

How many rainy nights is this?

The master sitting in front of the ramen stand was a little sad.

He insisted on setting up a stall in this kind of weather, not because he was so shy that he could hardly afford food, but because he wanted to provide a warm haven for the female college students who had nowhere to go late at night, and by the way, he didn't have a wife.

The ramen owner likes to flip through comics when he is free, and he has a soft spot for Abe Yero's "Late Night Cafeteria". He feels that he is simply a replica of the protagonist, and he can kill the protagonist by a few blocks in terms of charm.

The boss touched his face, wondering if multiple scars would make him more manly?
It's a pity that I couldn't see the girls from Tokyo University dressed up to eat ramen today.

Speaking of which, Kiritani-kun has not been here for a long time, but I miss him a little bit, that is the best noodles that are plump enough to be placed on the table...

It seems that the next time I meet Mr. Tong Gu, I will teach him a few tricks. Who is such a good girl who is not Gong, why should I leave it to others?A real man makes a shot when it's his turn.

The boss lit a cigarette and looked at the high-rise buildings outside the street with sighs.

This old street has never undergone large-scale commercial development, and has maintained the style of decades ago, revealing dilapidation in its quietness.

This place is like a dense forest hidden in the depths of reinforced concrete. If you walk a few dozen steps outside, you will see brightly lit high-rise buildings, but this street has always maintained its original appearance.

As the owner of the entire street, Uesugi sighed.

He's been on this street for too long, it's time to get out of here.

He spent a lot of money to buy a ticket in the early years, and he can board the plane at any time. As long as he holds the ticket and stands at the airport, the plane must make room for him. The VIP among VIPs, he has not used this for many years. Privileges, and now the secret party has taken over [Night Food Plain], which has been guarded for most of his life, and there is nothing worthy of his continued nostalgia here.

If I have to say it, the only regret is that I can't see the Sheqi Bajia completely collapsed.

I am really a qualified previous generation patriarch.

The cigarette butt was flickering, and Uesugi slowly exhaled a puff of blue smoke, looking at the overwhelming rain, wondering if he should say hello to Angers before leaving?

Hit and hit.

Uesugi took out his mobile phone and called Anger who was also in Tokyo.

"Hello? It's me, treat you to ramen? All right, I'll wait for you in France, remember to make an appointment with me before you come."

"I'm going to run away, and I'll let you take care of the food of the night... Don't scold, don't scold, when I get to France, I will applaud you through TV."

"If I see on a news channel that Tokyo has suddenly sunk into the sea due to an unexplained natural disaster, or that giant monsters have invaded Tokyo, I'll ask the bartender for a glass of whiskey on the rocks and drink it all in one gulp, and say, come on, ang Hot gentleman!"

"No, no, I'm not the worst emperor in history, I'm the worst emperor, but you have to believe in young people, young people are the future, who knows if that boy named Yuan Zhisheng will be even worse than me. "

"Okay, just to say hello to you, I'll hang up first if there's nothing else to do, see you in France, old guy, don't hang up here."

Uesugi cut off the phone quickly and picked his ears, the old guy Anger scolded him really hard.

Saying that you are the guardian of this country, this city is about to come to an end, and you are one of the few who can try to save him...

But he has already sacrificed once for this country, isn't that enough?He's only half Japanese, and those damn elders coaxed him away from his mother.

He didn't leave any cherished memories in this city. He came with empty sleeves and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Almost got it.

Uesugi scratched his head, got up to pack the soup pot, and prepared to retreat. After returning home and packing up, he went straight to France. If he didn't run away, he was afraid that the airport would be closed due to the heavy rain in two days.

Just when he was busy, the cloth cover was suddenly pulled away.

"Sorry, it's closed, tomorrow...oh sorry, I'm going to retire, so you won't be able to eat tomorrow." Uesugi lowered his head and focused on packing his things.

"Boss, long time no see."

There were vaguely familiar voices.

Uesugi raised his head and looked at the young man in surprise: "It's you? Didn't you leave Tokyo?"

Standing in front of him was the young man who had left a deep impression on him by claiming that he no longer believed in fate.

I remember correctly, he seems to be called Ming Jun?

"This is?" Uesugi Koshi's eyes fell on the girl with a smile on the corner of her mouth. She has a beautiful and delicate face, and a slim and youthful figure. Mouth."

Compared with the charming and ripe red apple last time, this one is between green and mature.

"Changed girl?" Mako Miyamoto asked the boss curiously, "Has Ming Jun brought other girls here before?"

Uesugi Yue laughed loudly and said, "Yes, she is still a very attractive woman."

He smiled and looked at Akira Sakurai who looked embarrassed, and sighed in his heart that young people are still too young, this is life.

"She is a drunk woman, she has a good impression of Mingjun, but unfortunately she was cruelly rejected by Mingjun." After joking, Uesugi Yue lightly excused Sakurai, "What a hard-hearted guy, I don't know if it is Regarding the issue of sexual orientation, it is still early to make up your own mind.”

"I see." Mako also looked at Akira Sakurai with a smile.

Akira Sakurai smiled wryly, "Boss, you misunderstood. Mako and I are not in the relationship you think."

Master Yue scratched his head, and said as if confused: "I didn't say what kind of relationship you have."

This sentence choked Sakurai Akira again.

Uesugi smiled and said: "Since we are repeat customers, we must give some preferential treatment. Sit down, there are still two bowls of soy milk ramen."

"Thank you, boss." Makoto smiled sweetly. She sat on the wooden bench in front of the van, put her hands on her cheeks, and watched the boss's cooking process with interest.

"Boss, do you really have soy milk ramen?"

"You don't come from the mountains like this kid, do you?"

"Although I really want to deny it, it's a pity that it is true."

"Isn't it a childhood sweetheart?"

"It doesn't count. Our place is very strict since we were young, and we seldom interact with each other. As for us, it can be considered that I know him, but he doesn't know me."

"What does this matter?" Master Yue raised his head curiously.

"Unrequited love." Makoto covered her mouth and giggled.

Master Yue pondered for a moment, then solemnly looked at Akira Sakurai: "Ming Jun, I now believe what you just said."

Sakurai stared blankly.

"You can't handle such a girl." Master Yue shrugged, stirring the noodles in the pot, "Okay, come and taste my craft."

Two bowls of soy milk ramen and a plate of sesame seaweed were pushed in front of Sakurai and Akira.

Mako Miyamoto scooped up a spoonful of milky white noodle soup with great interest, feeling the aroma of soy milk permeating her mouth, which was a wonderful taste.

Akira Sakurai ate noodles silently, listening to Mako chatting with the boss.

Makoto pulled the boss and asked him about the surrounding situation. Why is this street different from the outside?
The boss said that this street has not undergone decent development, and has kept the appearance of decades ago.

Mako nodded and said that fortunately, no development has been carried out.

After hearing what the girl said, the boss couldn't help asking curiously, why did you say that?

"Because I won't be able to see the past of this city." Mako slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Thank you for the hospitality! I'm done eating!"

"The style of the past?" Uesugi laughed more, he put away the bowls and chopsticks, shook his head and said casually, "Few people are obsessed with the past, you are an interesting girl."

"I like this city very much, whether it is its past or its present and future." Makoto said with a chuckle.

She turned sideways, looking at the sycamore and cherry trees in the rain, and heard the crackling of the rain on the shed.

Uesugi took away the empty noodle bowl that Akira Sakurai put down, and gave him a look that seemed to say that you can't handle this girl, so change your target...

Akira Sakurai: "..."

"Hurry up and go home when you're full. It's not a peaceful night, and I'm going to close the stall." Uesugi Yue said lightly.

"Boss, I came here specially to see you." Akira Sakurai sat upright, staring at the ordinary old man in front of him with piercing eyes.

If it wasn't for what the adults said, he would never believe that the old man in front of him was actually the patriarch of the previous generation of the family, and even the owner of the royal blood of the previous generation!
"Looking for me?" Uesugi was silent for a moment, and said calmly, "I welcome you to eat noodles, but if you are here to bring a message for the family behind you, then I can only ask you to leave."

"The boss already knows?"

"I can smell the dragon's blood on your body from far away. What's your last name, and which family do you come from?"

"Junior Sakurai Akira, her name is Miyamoto Mako. We are not from the Saki Hachi Family."

"Sakurai's family and Miyamoto's family..." Uesugi raised his head, "You just said that you are not from the Saki Hachi family? By the way, didn't you say that you are from Dashanli?"

"To be precise, it is the caring school established by the family in the deep mountains." Akira Sakurai said softly.

Uesugi Yue looked slightly solemn and said: "Are you abandoned ghosts?"

"Yes, we were once ghosts."

"I don't see traces of out-of-control bloodlines from your body." Uesugi frowned and said, "Why did you use 'once'? Could it be that you have researched a solution to the bloodline problem?"

He quickly shook his head and denied: "Impossible, this cannot be achieved by manpower!"

"Do you remember what I said when we parted last time?" Akira Sakurai said softly, "We were once ghosts, but with the help of adults, we got rid of the curse of blood."

Uesugi Yue's expression gradually became dignified, and he said in a low voice: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course, we won't joke about this kind of issue." Akira Sakurai said firmly.

Uesugi frowned and looked at Mako Miyamoto, who smiled sweetly and said, "Master Ming is your number one younger brother."

"Are you sure that your bloodline problem has been rewritten?" Uesugi Yue still couldn't believe it. "What method did he use to solve the bloodline problem for you, alchemy, or modern technology?"

"Sorry, we can't tell you about this at the moment." Akira Sakurai said slowly, "We came here to invite you to join our team."

"Team?" Uesugi Yue was taken aback, "You...are you guys from the Demons?"

He has lived in seclusion for a long time, but occasionally he still has some contact with Inuyamaga. After all, that guy helps him pay huge land taxes every year.

In addition, the history of ghosts can actually be traced back hundreds of years.

"Are you going to pull me together to overthrow the rule of the Sheqi Eight Clans?" Uesugi Yue hesitated, "Unfortunately, you came late. I just want to leave here and spend my last years in peace."

"It sounds like we invited you some years ago, and you would really join." Makoto covered his mouth and chuckled.

"That's not good." Uesugi shrugged his shoulders more, "The Sheqi Bajia are already assholes enough, maybe if they change the batch of blood, they can still win the battle."

"We are not from the demons." Akira Sakurai said, "We do not belong to any force, we only follow the will of the adults."

"Then who is your lord? You came to me to follow his orders? Then listen carefully, no matter what you want to ask me to do, I am not interested. I will show up at the airport tomorrow morning and leave this place This country, to enjoy my old age in peace."

Uesugi closed the soup pot and said calmly, "If you understand, let's go back to our respective houses."

Akira Sakurai sighed slightly in his heart. The reaction of the person in front of him was the same as that analyzed by Sister Enxi. It would be very difficult to recruit this person, but if he joined, the success rate of their next actions would be greatly improved.

Is it necessary to enlarge the move when you come up?
"How long has the boss been running the stall here?" Mako asked suddenly.

"Decades."

"Since the end of the war until now?"

"Well, I have to find a job to eat."

"Boss really loves this city." Mako tilted his head.

Uesugi frowned more, and said displeasedly: "I have no feelings for this city, don't get me wrong, the reason why I have been staying here is because I have nowhere to go, and by the way, keep a door, if I can wait for the Sheqi Bajia during this period It would be great to destroy it."

"But if you really hate this city, even if you have nowhere to go, you will never stay here for more than one minute?" Mako said softly, "This world is so big, there is always a place that welcomes us monsters." A place, isn't it? And the boss insists on staying here, is he trying to protect something?"

Uesugi Yue's face twitched slightly.

Yes, if you really hate a place, you will feel disgusted every minute and every second of staying here so that you want to throw up, and you can't wait to escape here in the next second.

But he is a sinner, and a sinner should be punished, and this kind of punishment is just right.

"When the boss was still in the family, did you go to Mount Kobe?" Mako asked.

The family's caring school was established in Mount Kobe.

Uesugi shook his head more.

Of course he has never been there. After returning to the family, he is the noble blood of the emperor and the cherished planter. How can he have time to go to the deep mountains and old forests to watch ghosts?

After the death of his chess master father, he was regarded by the elders as the only remaining seeder.

"I have been living there since I was identified as having blood problems at the age of five." Mako said flatly, as if talking about something irrelevant to her, "The conditions there are so bad that I just watched Once I saw Tokyo, I fell in love with this city deeply, because the contrast is too sharp."

"Compared to our past, the present day is so beautiful that one wonders if this is just a dream..."