Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 120 I knew you were unreliable ([-]-in-[-], please subscribe!)

Lu Mingfei returned to his uncle's house. As soon as he entered the door, he met his uncle who had just taken a shower.

Lu Gucheng was slipping on his baggy boxer briefs and was about to take them to the balcony to dry in the sun, when he saw a boy wearing avant-garde clothes and permed hair push open the door and call him uncle.

"Are you... Mingfei?!" Lu Gucheng looked at Ku Zhengtai, who had a similar facial features to his elder brother, and couldn't believe his eyes.

This eldest nephew was still an ordinary little boy when he went out this morning. Why did he come back in the evening dressed as if he was going to participate in the "Golden Eagle Star" draft? He almost didn't recognize him.

Hearing the commotion, the little fat man Lu Mingze also moved his eyes away from the TV and found that his cousin Shuai Zai had changed from an ordinary face to an ordinary look like Louis Koo. This appearance with red lips, white teeth and white eyes was simply like that of a star. His fantasy self!

"Damn it, Lu Mingfei, you went for plastic surgery?!" Lu Mingze ejected directly from the sofa and jumped in front of Lu Mingfei with a bullet impact: "Where are you going for plastic surgery? Why don't you invite me to come with you? ?”

Lu Mingfei was startled by the little fat man's babble. Before he could explain, his uncle reached out and gave him a slap on the head: "Who taught you to talk dirty? This is not plastic surgery, it's called dressing up. I usually ask you to do more I only know how to read comics, and I don’t even know how to speak a word!”

After his uncle educated Lu Mingze carefully, he smiled at Lu Mingfei and said, "Don't mind Mingfei, this kid can't talk without thinking."

"Haha, it's okay." Lu Mingfei shook his head and said he was used to it. He threw his backpack on the wooden bed in the corner of the living room and prepared to find clothes to take a shower.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lu Gucheng felt that his eldest nephew seemed a little different today. He would always look directly into his eyes when talking to him, and his eyes were not always wandering like before.

And he no longer has his shoulders slumped and his head lowered. He looks energetic with his head held high.

"Sure enough, children should go out and play with people more. This is what a child of your age should look like." The uncle nodded happily, feeling that Mingfei could make such a big change thanks to Xiaoxia next door. In the future, You have to find an opportunity to thank the other person properly.

The aunt who was packing things in the room came out and saw Lu Mingfei rummaging for clothes in the suitcase, and said, "Hey, Mingfei, if you have time these days, pack your things so that you can move out easily."

"Ah?" Lu Mingfei raised his head blankly, wondering why he was being kicked out of the house, or had they reached some kind of deal with Uncle Xia to let him move in next door?
The uncle knew at a glance that his nephew had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Your aunt and I went to see the house today and decided to move in two weeks. Then you can sleep in the same room as Narusawa."

He kept letting his nephew sleep in the living room, and his conscience hurt his spine.

"Oh, that's it." Lu Mingfei nodded, feeling a little disappointed when he heard that he was just moving.
"I don't have many things. There's nothing to pack."

He just had two boxes of clothes and a box of comic CDs, which were piled under the bed, and he could take them wherever he wanted.

Moreover, many comics and CDs were used by Lu Mingze to show off in front of his companions, and they have not been returned yet.

"That's good, we can save a few trips then." Auntie nodded, and then she realized that Lu Mingfei had lifted up his thick bangs, and the exposed face looked a bit like his sister-in-law Qiao Weini, so she couldn't help but talk too much. Two sentences:
"Why do you still imitate others and get a perm at such a young age? It's not good for your hair."

She felt that there was nothing wrong with what she said. After all, the hair of the little girls in the work unit who liked to take care of themselves was not very good. They had dry and split ends and all kinds of problems. Her hair was not as good as that of a middle-aged woman.

Lu Mingfei turned a deaf ear to him, and didn't even bother to nod his head to deal with it. He took his clothes and went to take a shower.

Uncle Xia had already shaken off the dusty clothes this morning. Just cross the water casually and feel free to do so.

"Hey, this kid..."

When her aunt saw him like this, she wanted to give him a few words of advice, but was stopped by her uncle: "Okay, okay, stop saying a few words. You see, this little brat Lu Mingze learned the dirty words from nowhere, and I just heard them."

The little fat man who was betrayed by his biological father trembled and saw his mother turning her head and glaring like a Dharma Protector: "Lu! Ming! Ze!"

In the bathroom and toilet, Lu Mingfei took off his clothes. Looking at his body that was a little stronger than before, he raised his arms and squeezed his strong biceps. He felt that it might be difficult to reach the scale of Fingel, but the reproduction There shouldn't be anything wrong with Lao Xia Tou's lines that can be called works of art... right?

He touched his belly, and the abdominal muscles that had been purely slimmed down also gained a bit more three-dimensionality: "Hey, it looks like I haven't eaten in vain these days."

The boy turned on the water heater and assumed a Schwarzenegger-like bodybuilding posture. The warm water that was almost the same as body temperature fell on his body, like the light falling from the sky. He imagined that he was Hercules, the god of Greek mythology. Si, has perfect muscles and infinite strength.

But when his hair was wet with water and stuck to his head in strands, and the style that Uncle Xia specially made for him returned to its original look, Lu Mingfei felt a sense of loss in his heart.

He is moving. Will he no longer be able to go in and out with Uncle Xia? If he wants to play games at his house, he has to travel a long distance. Will there be new neighbors who will move here and have new children? Will he slowly forget himself?

"Snapped!"

Thinking that Lu Mingfei had given him a decisive blow, how could he doubt his bond with Uncle Xia? He had made an appointment with his senior brother to provide for Old Xia Tou until he died!
"Mingfei, what's wrong?" The uncle who was passing by heard the movement in the bathroom and asked.

"No, there's a mosquito."

……

After a while, Lu Mingfei lay on the bed after taking a shower and washing clothes, and began to look forward to tomorrow's activities. He would compete with his senior brother and his father. Thinking about it made him a little excited.

Since I met Uncle Xia, I feel that every day is fulfilling and never boring.

He used to think that moving to his uncle's house was not a happy thing, but now it seems that this may be the most lucky thing in his life.

With joy and longing in his arms, he fell into sleep.

This time the dream was very dull. There were no amusement park monsters or the Weasel Queen of the Nibelungs. He was walking slowly on a vast and boundless grassland. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the breeze brought up bursts of "grass". wave".

There was a towering tree directly in front, which seemed a bit awkward in the vast grassland. Lu Mingfei came to sit under the tree and sat cross-legged with calm eyes:
"Come out, I know you're here."

The breeze blew by, making the leaves rustle. One of the slightly yellow leaves broke away from the branch and was caught by a slender hand as it fell into the air.

"Brother, this is the first time you have taken the initiative to find me."

The handsome and noble little boy leaned out half of his body from behind the tree trunk. His eyebrows were curved and his smile was as innocent as a baby's, as if he was filled with the purest joy.

"It's not good to ask you to come to your door all the time." Lu Mingfei patted the open space beside him and motioned for the boy to sit down and talk.

Speaking of which, he had never sat down and had a good chat with the boy who called him brother, and every conversation would be interrupted unexpectedly.

"Then I really appreciate my brother's consideration for my younger brother." The little profiteer happily sat next to him. "My brother came to me this time. Do you have anything to consult?"

"I do have something to ask you, but can you tell me what this is in your hand?" Brother Xiaolu propped his chin with one hand and squinted at the support stick in Lu Mingze's hand.

"Ah, I forgot to put it away." The little boy knocked his head and threw the shiny cheering stick back.

Just now, he was playing the video of his brother's performance in a loop for the tenth time when he suddenly heard the call from his brother and ran over in a hurry.

"Okay, brother, if you have anything you want to ask, please tell me. I will tell you everything I know!"

Lu Mingfei murmured a little when he saw the little profiteer patting his chest and making a promise, and took a shot of vaccination: "Say it first, I won't trade my lifespan with you."

"Hey! Just a little information, given for free!"

"Then can you tell me Uncle Xia's true identity?"

"..."

"The value of this information is too high. If you give it away for free, I will lose everything." After two seconds of silence, the little profiteer fiddled with the fallen leaves in his hand and looked at Lu Mingfei pitifully: "How about brother, please change the question. "

Lu Mingfei knew this would happen and changed the subject: "Tell me about you, are you a hybrid or a dragon?" His elder brother's black eyes looked into his younger brother's light golden ones, with a stubbornness that could not be escaped.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, it's because someone didn't let me say it." The little profiteer looked embarrassed and secretly shifted the responsibility to an unscrupulous author:
"You know, I'm just a helpless kid. How could I resist the coercion of adults?"

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, knowing that Uncle Xia had not let him go in his dream. Unfortunately, he was worried that the relationship between the two would weaken after moving. Now it seems like nonsense.

"What happened to the Nibelungen game before? We can always talk about this, right?" Lu Mingfei settled for the next best thing. He wanted to know what the connection between the Nibelungen copy in the dream and the real world was, and whether the cloaked brother was It's real. Can Lao Xia Tou's mobile phone and belt be transformed?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the little profiteer's figure suddenly began to twitch as if the frame was dropped, and his voice became intermittent: "...Yes~ZiZi - I'm sorry, there is something wrong with the signal~ZiLa-I Go~zi-fix it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared, and Lu Mingfei was the only one left in this world.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over, and the grassy field was shrouded in darkness. Before falling into a deep sleep, Xiaolu cursed: "I knew you were unreliable!"

……

When I opened my eyes, it was already early morning.

The dark room had no windows, and the air was filled with a faint smell of kerosene. It must have been the air freshener placed in the corner of the room that made a big difference.

This is a clean basement cabin with nothing hanging on the cement floor and walls. There is only a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a small refrigerator.

The tall and handsome man woke up before the alarm went off and sat on the bedside waiting for the time to pass.

He picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was only 7:03, which was still very early.

It only takes more than half a minute to get to Peacock Mansion from here. If he and Maybach exert their full strength, they can probably arrive in 10 minutes.

The man looked at the shirt and slacks he was wearing, then stood up and rummaged through the hangers to see if there was anything more suitable.

This clothes hanger is actually a few steel wires stretched in the corner of the house. One is used to dry clothes, and the other several are used as clothes hangers.

There weren't many clothes on the hangers. They were basically white shirts and trousers, which were necessary for work. The man rummaged for a while before he found a T-shirt that didn't look too serious.

After smelling it, there was only the smell of mothballs, and it should be almost gone if you go out and air it.

Turning on the light and looking in front of the half-length floor mirror that his coworker had discarded, the man felt that there would be no problem.

Well, not right.

He looked at himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression, moved his facial muscles a little, and made a gentle smile that did not appear frivolous at all. His whole person exuded the elegance and easygoingness of a loving father.

Not right either.

The man raised his eyebrows, the gentle smile at the corner of his mouth was tinged with a hint of illicitness, and his eyes were a little more cynical, making him look like a social veteran, which directly lowered his handsomeness by several notches.

That's almost it. The man who was ready looked at the double bed, turned off the light and went out.

This is the second underground floor. It used to be the air-conditioning machine room and temporary warehouse in the factory. When he said that he had no house to live in, his boss temporarily arranged for him to live here.

Everyone thought he only lived here for ten and a half days, but they didn't expect that he stayed there for several years, so that he didn't even have any neighbors to greet each other.

Back on the ground, we walked through the long corridor. Because it was Sunday, the doors of each office were locked. Of course, the doors were not open at this time.

The factory seems a little colder than in the past, but it is not empty. If you meet a few people who live in the factory, you will say hello.

"Old Chu, are you going out to have fun, or is your boss taking you to have fun?" A man who was similar in age to him but looked more mature threw a cigarette at him and joked.

The man took the cigarette and put it on his ear, smiling proudly: "I'm not going to play. I'm going to stay with my son today."

"Oh, then I wish you and your son a happy life." The middle-aged man who was about to hand over the lighter was stunned when he heard this, then patted him on the shoulder and suggested: "Remember to show your father's loving side, so that the child won't be surprised when the time comes. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

"How is that possible? He is my son. If he doesn't kiss me, who will kiss him?" The man raised his head, like a peacock with its tail spread.

"You are good at everything, but you are too hot-tempered. When will you be as mature and steady as your age?" The middle-aged man sighed, waved his hand and turned to leave.

On the other side, the most expensive luxury car in the city was parked in the parking lot of the factory. The two security guards were lazy and did not forget to look up a few times. They secretly cursed Lao Chu, this coquettish guy, for suddenly parking the car here, fearing that it was not for them. Any comments?

Chu Tianjiao saw the tiredness on their faces, he chuckled and handed over a pack of cigarettes: "Sorry, I have something to do in the morning and I need a car."

The two people who collected the cigarettes didn't complain anymore and watched him drive away, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

There were not so many people and cars on Sunday morning. Everyone wanted to sleep in after a busy week. The six-meter-long Maybach drove smoothly on the highway.

When passing a breakfast shop, the man got out of the car and bought breakfast. He sat at the door and ate while chatting with the boss.

This is his old neighbor. He is very good at making pastries. He often comes back to see if his skills have deteriorated.

After breakfast, it was still very early. He was thinking about picking up the child from Peacock Mansion, but he was worried that the child would be unhappy, so he went directly to the gymnasium.

It was still early and the stadium hadn't opened yet. The man leaned on the driver's seat and turned on the car stereo to listen to music. He put his hand on the umbrella pinned to the car door and tapped the umbrella handle with his index finger.

“The trees they grow high,

and the leaves they do grow green,

Many is the time my true love I've seen,

Many an hour I have watched him all alone,

He's young but he's daily growing..."

This is a new song last year. It tells the story of a young girl who was married by her father to a wealthy man ten years younger than her. However, her husband unfortunately passed away two years later.

"It's really ugly."

The man switched to the next song, this time it was the classic "Yesterday Again". The melodious melody and gentle female voice echoed in the carriage, making people recall the past bits and pieces, the heartbeat, beauty and happiness of the past. …

Just as he closed his eyes and followed along with "Every Sha-la-la-la", suddenly the annoying roar of a motorcycle sounded outside the car window.

He opened his eyes and saw a black Jialing motorcycle parked nearby. The tall Jialing knight took off his helmet, revealing long flowing gray hair and a handsome foreign face.

"Didn't you say we would meet at the gym at 08:30? Why is there no one there?"

Fingel scanned the open space in front of the gymnasium. There were only uncles running in the morning and old men playing spinning tops. There was no sign of the jeep at all.

"Strange, where did everyone go?"

(End of this chapter)