Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Three days later.

"Brother, do we have to go in this weather?"

Han Ye poked his head to look at the rain falling outside the house. The water drops left on the eaves obviously couldn't be described as curtains, but should be described as waterfalls. The flowers that had just bloomed on the branches also fell to the ground, being beaten to pieces by the rain.

"What an exaggeration."

Han Ye opened his mouth.

"That's right."

Old Tang was also amazed.

"It's like this along the coast. Typhoons come when summer comes."

Lu Mingfei explained to them.

"It was even worse in the past few years. I remember it was called Dandelion. I heard that it broke several trees and a luxury car was completely scrapped."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

That year left a deep impression on him. He remembered that Chu Zihang, the idol of Shilan Middle School, took half a month off. The girls in the class were all talking about it. Some people said that the luxury car was Chu Zihang. There are several million from my family.

"Did you hear that?"

Han Ye said to Old Tang.

"The luxury car has been scrapped. You might as well push it away. Tell them there. It will be the same if we leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Old Tang looked at his phone with a grimace.

"late."

"What?"

"They're here."

The three of them looked out the window.

A group of men in sunglasses wearing clothes, umbrellas and leather shoes filed into Laojing Alley.

The movements are quick and clean.

Two people are left every three meters to guard.

After a while they were upstairs.

Han Ye took a breath.

He looked at Old Tang with a shocked and complicated look.

"Don't think too much."

Old Tang waved his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm just an ordinary person, just on an ordinary business trip. They are just employers, not what you think at all."

"That's right!"

Lu Mingfei pushed Han Ye's shoulder disdainfully.

"Look at you, you're such a loser."

As he spoke, he turned his head, put on a bright smile like lightning, and grabbed Old Tang's hand and held it tightly as fast as the wind.

"brother!"

Lu Mingfei was very emotional.

"As long as you are rich and noble, don't forget each other!"

Old Tang shook hands with Lu Mingfei blankly.

Then I saw him take out a fruit knife and unfold it.

"Cold...calm down, Fei Fei!"

Old Tang twitched his hands desperately.

It's a pity that I can't smoke it.

"Come, make a blood alliance

Lu Mingfei said.

"Sir, the wine is gone!"

Han Ye reported.

"Damn it, didn't I buy a box of it?"

"I drank it all."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter!"

He waved his hand.

"Get some Coke!"

"okay!"

Han Ye turned around and opened a Coke.

"brother!"

Lu Mingfei shouted emotionally again.

"Put down the knife, put it down quickly, Fei Fei!"

The naive old Tang was still trying to resist.

"I'm going to say goodbye. I don't know when I'll return. Come and drink this cup!"

Lu Mingfei raised a disposable plastic cup filled with dark brown carbonated drinks.

"No...don't cut me."

Old Tang was still frightened.

"Scared me."

Lu Mingfei slid the knife and squeezed out a round drop of blood that looked like agate from his thumb and dropped it into the cup.

"Honor your friendship!"

Lu Mingfei said boldly.

Then he pressed down on Old Tang and drank the cup of Coke.

"Okay, let's go, quickie."

Lu Mingfei casually pushed Old Tang to the door.

There are two men in black standing there like tombstones.

"The boss is waiting for you."

The two nodded slightly to Old Tang.

"Okay, okay!"

Old Tang tried his best to act as serious as possible, walking between the two eldest brothers, whose identities were between agents and killers. His expression did not change and his eyes did not squint as he slowly walked down the steps.

"not good."

He ducked and ran back, then came back with a bang.

"I forgot to close the door, sorry, sorry."

He nodded and smiled compensatingly.

"Let's go."

Han Ye looked at Old Tang who was retreating downstairs. This friend who had only been together for three days was gradually submerged in the heavy rain and disappeared.

"Bon Voyage."

Lu Mingfei offered a glass of Coke from a distance.

This is all I can do.

He said in his heart.

To survive.

The wound on Lu Mingfei's thumb has healed.

"The typhoon is coming."

In the taxi, the driver slowly turned the steering wheel.

He tuned in to the late-night radio station, Teresa Teng's old songs, bloody emotional disputes, and hoarse horror stories.

"Please stop."

said the boy in the co-pilot.

"We haven't reached our destination yet."

The driver said something and suddenly came to his senses.

"Oh, you want to listen to this song."

On the cheap radio station of the 130,000 orange taxi, there is a foreign song.

The soothing and sad melody kept playing words that the driver could not understand.

"Um."

The boy's profound face nodded.

The driver became interested.

The boy didn't speak a word along the way, he just stared at the heavy rain quietly, lost in thought. His profile was really pretty, and he must be especially popular with girls aged seventeen or eighteen.

Especially this cold temperament that repels people thousands of miles away, lonely and mysterious, which is what little girls nowadays do.

Appreciation of beauty does not distinguish between men and women, and the driver is the same. He sighed in his heart that if his little boy could be half as good-looking as this boy, he would not have to worry about a partner.

It’s just that this boy was a little too cold. Along the way, the driver talked about the situation in the Middle East, ranging from rising oil prices to terrorist threats and religious issues. It was as if his job was to be the director of the Institute of International Relations, and he was just driving a taxi today. The grassroots experience the sentiments of the people. After sleeping at night, they have to analyze serious issues such as Sino-US relations and the European integration process tomorrow.

But the boy in the co-pilot stopped talking to him and didn't even show his expression. The driver was really embarrassed. He even secretly suspected that the boy was suffering from facial paralysis, so he almost introduced him to the Chinese medicine clinic next door. The old doctor is a master of acupuncture.

The driver, who was bored, changed the radio station, and he never thought that the boy who had been paralyzed at such a young age would actually speak.

Isn't it facial paralysis? It's a medical miracle.

The driver smiled cheerfully.

"Young man, do you speak foreign languages? What is this song about?"

"Daily Growing by the Irish band ALTAN."

The boy said.

"A folk song about a father's love."

"Oh, my father's love!"

The driver patted the steering wheel.

"This song is great! This song is great!"

"Um."

The boy responded.

The taxi drove slowly, like an old turtle or a snail. These two creatures appear in fairy tales when slow speed is mentioned, but the boy thought of a cheetah.

That man is always like this, driving the car like an equation, as if there are girls in bikinis waving their arms to the roar of his engine on the roadside. Even if the road is full of cars, they can find every opportunity with ease, shifting gears and stepping on the accelerator while talking to him. The son raised his eyebrows and boasted about how awesome and fascinating his boss's car was.

Who cares how much your boss's car is worth if you can be successful? I just want someone who shows up on time for parent-teacher meetings and award ceremonies.

At that time, the boy thought so.

But who can tell him.

Why would that good-for-nothing dad who only knows how to talk and help people drive would rush towards Odin with his divine sword, leaving him with a hero's back?

The boy looked at the rain outside the car window.

It's as big as there is a Three Gorges Dam above the clouds. The dam opened its gates today, rushing the boy in the taxi upstream of the river of time, back to the roaring rainy days of the Maybach.

There was a burning sensation in my back.

It's a birthmark.

The boy calmly analyzed.

It's an illusion.

Recalling the heavy rain many years ago, the birthmark burned.

It's just a memory, he didn't really go back.

“Safety first, safety first when it rains.”

The driver muttered, the wiper power was turned to the maximum, the windshield was still blurred, and he explained to the boy.

"Young man, I won't take advantage of you. It doesn't matter how long you drive, just pay the promised thirty yuan."

"Thanks."

said the boy.

"How polite."

The driver shook his head cheerfully.

"My kid is half as good as you, and I can laugh out loud in my dreams."

The boy was silent.

He listened quietly to Irish folk songs.

In the folk song, the father gives his daughter all the love in his own way.

He arranged a marriage for his daughter and asked her to marry a little boy, so that when he died one day, his daughter would still have a shoulder to rely on and would not have to worry about life.

The daughter was very sad. She didn't understand why her father forced her to marry a child. She wanted love like roses, but the stubborn father just said that you are still young and you will understand when you grow up.

The boy didn't speak.

Folk songs are still being sung.

Father, father, father.

He is back.

Return to this city flooded by heavy rain.

Chu Zihang got off the car.

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I wish you all to be steadfast and never stop moving towards the dreams you once had.