Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Xia Mi looked at Lu Mingfei's gradually lengthening back until he disappeared at the end of the corridor, her blazing golden pupils flickering.

"Who would fall in love with a mere half-blood? I am the Dragon King Jörmungandr."

But what Xia Mi herself didn't notice was that her voice became smaller and smaller, until it finally sounded like a low whisper.

At this moment, the golden light in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only two deep pupils as pure as black glass.

"Besides, obviously the best places for dates are movie theaters, aquariums, and Ferris wheels."

Although she said so, Xia Mi still opened the white paper that Lu Mingfei gave her. There was a large blank space on the paper, and four words were written in standard regular script in the center of the fold.

"Shilan Middle School."

Lu Mingfei walked out of the hospital that provided services to both ordinary people and mixed-bloods. The setting sun in the sky had already begun to sink, but its fading light still covered all the streets within sight.

Many people walked past him, some went in to see a doctor, some went out to get well. Lu Mingfei raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the bustling crowd.

Finkel leaned against the historic ginkgo tree in front of the hospital. He lowered his head, and the withered yellow ginkgo leaves floated past him, swirling and slowly falling onto the ground.

Lu Mingfei walked towards Finkel. When he got closer, he could see clearly that Finkel had a cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette was wrinkled, but it was not lit. He lowered his head and his eyes were not fixed on anyone.

"Brother Fingel."

Lu Mingfei's feet touched the fallen ginkgo leaves on the ground, and Finkel turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

"I've finished watching them."

"I've finished. Xia Mi has been here the whole time. Senior Brother Chu's injuries are almost healed."

Finkel stood up straight, took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it into the outer bag of his clothes.

"Do you think the two of them will work out? A half-blood and a dragon king, the most incredible combination in the world."

Lu Mingfei shrugged, then turned and looked in the direction of Chu Zihang's ward, but he didn't see that the direction was blocked by a sudden building.

"I don't know either. Maybe they will succeed, maybe they will fail, but we should always have a good vision and wish that lovers will eventually get married."

Lu Mingfei didn't know whether his matchmaking for his senior brother and Xia Mi was useful. They had already had their own positions before they fell in love, and no one knew what their future would be like.

Feelings are the most unpredictable things in the world. The speed at which love and hate transform into each other is even faster than the speed of light.

But he always had to keep hope, because he also wanted his senior brother to have no regrets this time.

"Lovers will eventually marry. Chinese people are really good at comforting people. But if that is the ending, it would be the best ending for President Chu."

Finkel suddenly squatted down and carefully picked up the half-broken ginkgo leaf that he had been staring at for a long time.

"Junior brother, do you think I can find the other half of it here?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the broken mark on the ginkgo leaf and the ginkgo leaves that covered the area. No one knew where the other half was.

"Senior brother."

Lu Mingfei took a few steps forward, took the broken ginkgo leaf from Finkel's hand, and then held it up to the afterglow of the setting sun.

The shadows of the ginkgo leaves were reflected on Lu Mingfei's face. A gentle breeze blew, and the shadows of the leaves swayed on his cheeks. The afterglow of the setting sun fell into Lu Mingfei's eyes as they swayed.

Finkel would not ask such a question. At any time, he was not suitable for such literary questions.

So when he asked this question, Lu Mingfei clearly understood that this was the embodiment of Feng'er's thoughts.

"I don't know, Brother. No one knows where the broken half of this ginkgo leaf is. Maybe it has already corroded, or been eaten by insects, or even swept into the trash can."

"You don't know, and neither do I."

Lu Mingfei guessed what was on Feng'er's mind, but he did not choose to comfort him. For some people, comfort is the courage to live, but for others it is just commonplace words. Feng'er does not need empty comfort.

Finkel suddenly fell silent, and then a smile like bitter coffee appeared on his face.

But Lu Mingfei hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Because this ginkgo leaf is far away from us, we have never known its arrival, so how can we say we know where it will go."

"But brother, we are different from this ginkgo leaf. We all know so deeply where the missing part of ourselves is. In three months, we will find your missing part back!"

Lu Mingfei looked at Fengel seriously, and at this moment he wrote down the date for the fulfillment of his promise for Fengel.

Finkel was stunned. He couldn't react for a moment to what Lu Mingfei had just said.

"Don't worry, Brother. I have never forgotten my promise to you. I will find back the missing part of you."

Lu Mingfei let go of the ginkgo leaf in his hand, letting it fall to the ground in the wind, and then placed his hand on Finkel's broad shoulders.

Although it fell gently, Finkel's body began to tremble at this moment.

"Brother, all you need to worry about is how to live between the real EVA and the EVA you created without being punished by them to kneel on the washboard."

Lu Mingfei made another Chinese joke.

"Would you like to drink, Senior Brother Finger? It's my treat. All expenses tonight will be paid by the beautiful Miss Su."

Hearing this, Finkel recovered from his emotional surge, and a genuine smile flashed across his somewhat sloppy face.

"Drink, Junior Brother."

After a few days, Chu Zihang's injuries had mostly healed.

Originally, his injuries shouldn't have healed so quickly, but Lu Mingfei used the words of refusal to die on him at the first opportunity, which shortened his recovery time a lot.

"Let's go."

Chu Zihang folded the quilt neatly and stood in front of the bed like an unsheathed sword.

"Where to go?"

Xia Mi looked at the man in front of her with confusion, who looked like a general about to go to war. But the next moment she suddenly understood. Could it be that Chu Zihang finally came to his senses and wanted to take her out on a date?

But Chu Zihang's next words made Xia Mi's crystal-like fantasy fall to the ground and shatter into thousands of pieces.

"Go to orientation."

Chu Zihang suddenly stopped talking and looked around. He suddenly felt that there was no need to go outside to find a quiet place. The room they were in was very quiet.

"We can do the orientation here if you want, I have all the guidelines in my head."

Chu Zihang made a serious suggestion, but Xia Mi just rolled her eyes at him to show her rejection.

If possible, she really wanted to knock open Chu Zihang's head and see if there was any emotional intelligence in it.

“Is this a rejection?”

Chu Zihang continued to ask.

Seeing Chu Zihang's serious expression, Xia Mi felt that her previous question was completely in vain. How could such a mixed-blood have such a thing as emotional intelligence?

"Go here."

Xia Mi did not answer Chu Zihang's question. She had already discovered that Chu Zihang's steeliness was comparable to the special steel used on rockets, and no matter what method was used, it could not be softened.

She unfolded the white paper that Lu Mingfei gave her in front of Chu Zihang, allowing him to see the location written on it.

"Shilan Middle School."