Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

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Changmao went to Ziyang Street.

He wanders like a lonely soul.

Stop at a corner.

Watch it over and over again.

A peddler selling high imitation watches greeted him.

"Are you here to find Xiaolu to buy words?"

"Ah, um."

Long Mao returned in a daze.

"He is sick."

"If you want to buy words, you have to do it next time."

"sick……"

Long Mao repeated blankly.

"Well, then, then you know..."

he stammered.

"Where does he live?"

The watch peddler shook his head.

"I don't know that."

"Uh-huh."

The long hair is lit and cast.

"Yes, yes, I don't know."

The peddler looked at him strangely.

Although anyone can tell at a glance that the person in front of him doesn't have much money.

But that kid in Xiaolu made a rule that he would not accept these things when selling words. If there is a good story or something, it is better than money in Xiaolu.

The person in front of him was a little smelly and dirty, but he had to admit that he probably had something to tell a story.

It was with this in mind, and this person wandering back and forth in front of Lu Mingfei's booth, that he opened his mouth and stopped him.

It is also a plan to save Xiaolu for him to come back in the future, and he can do more business.

Anyway, that young man Lu Mingfei is really likable, he is diligent and smart, whoever has something to do with the stalls next to him, moved a box to pack the goods, and called Lu Mingfei to come, happy Ha ha help but don't want a sip of water.

After going back and forth like this, Lu Mingfei's popularity here has been opened up.

It was only after talking to him that I realized that not only did the young man in front of him have no money, he also seemed to have a poor brain.

"Then, that, please..."

Long Mao stammered.

"Do you remember the person who was following Lu... brother Lu a while ago?"

"Oh."

The peddler was stunned.

"You mean girl Han."

"exactly."

Long Mao pinched the corner of his clothes repeatedly, and the sweat in his palms had already soaked it.

"Do you know where she is?"

"Will you come today..."

"How do I know where Miss Han lives?"

The peddler waved his hand.

"Well, he didn't come today. Isn't Xiaolu sick? These two are together. If you want to find her, it will take a few days."

"That's it."

Long Mao murmured.

"Can't find it, can't find it."

The peddler glanced at him and shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bad brain.

Long Mao, who finally walked out of his own world, shook his head.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you."

He bowed twice to the peddler.

"Delay your business."

"I'm so sorry."

The peddler was happy.

"Alright, alright."

"You, I can't bear it either, so I will give you a fortune later."

Changmao opened his mouth awkwardly, but didn't know what to say.

He hasn't had a decent conversation in a long, long time.

The ability of language is not innate to human beings. Use it and lose it. If you don't speak for a long time, you will really lose this skill.

"I know, I know."

The peddler said cheerfully.

"You are a polite person, all right, let's go, he is coming back on the path, let me mention you."

"correct."

The peddler remembered.

"What's your name? I'll tell Xiaolu later."

Long Mao opened his mouth.

"no need."

he said in a low voice.

"It's too late."

The peddler looked at him strangely again.

What's going on with this guy, he's being polite and chattering for a while, I really don't understand.

"Anyway, thank you."

Long Mao bowed seriously.

The peddler suddenly thought for no reason.

Suppose you take a bath for this person, change your clothes, and cut your long hair.

Probably, it will be very attractive to girls.

Everyone has their own temperament.

This thing has nothing to do with whether you wear three pieces for 50 yuan at a roadside stand or Armani in Ginza.

The so-called temperament comes from the influence of your growing environment from childhood to adulthood, and from the books you read that have nothing to do with learning skills and increasing knowledge. They do not have utilitarian purposes, but simply appreciate the beauty of words.

It's like someone listening to piano music and closing their eyes and seeing the moonlight, someone reading the text can also smell the fragrance of roses and tulips, and see the castle rising from the desert at night.

Just pure beauty.

So many things, the books you have read, the songs you have heard, the people you have met, the places you have been to.

Mixed together, it will form a long-lasting fragrance over time, which is the so-called temperament.

Weird.

There is such a temperament in Long Mao.

Even if he doesn't take a bath for a few days.

Sleep in the garbage.

The hair is long and dirty.

But when he said thank you gently.

When he occasionally looked into the distance.

The look on that face.

Like a poet.

He staggered back.

In Old Well Lane.

Long Mao took a cold shower.

The cold water hit him.

The man's thin upper body can clearly count twelve ribs.

He gritted his teeth.

The eyes gradually ignited a scorching fire.

Just like the night when Xiaoya left her hometown many years ago.

She left alone.

And he took the knife to end the nightmare.

Today, nothing more than repeating.

Yes, nothing more than that.

he thinks.

It's just that the way that man easily crushed the yellow dog to death still lingers in his mind.

Suddenly there was a moment when he realized.

this road.

Maybe there is no turning back.

Longhair hesitated.

He continued to bathe.

Take a nap.

It will be light when I wake up.

Shaggy can't sleep.

Just look at the distant sky and recall his life.

Memories of good childhood and childhood sweethearts.

Nothing made sense until the clouds covered the sky.

I thought about it for a long, long time.

Its daybreak.

Cars honked and pedestrians crowded.

The city is gradually waking up.

It's time for him to hit the road too.

Longhair walks and walks, walks and walks.

Picked out the cheapest barber shop.

He went in and put the flowers.

After washing your hair, sit down on the chair.

"Just cut it short?"

asked the barber.

"Ah."

Long Mao looked at himself in the mirror with his hair covering his nose.

"Bangs up above the eyebrows, leaving the ears exposed, and thinning the top and back of the head."

"okay."

Let the hair fall down.

Showing the man's handsome face.

While changing the scissors, the barber looked back strangely.

This man is so handsome.

Why can't you see it when you enter the door?
Soon the barber figured it out too.

Just the mop-like hairstyle this guy had when he walked in the door.

Half of his face was covered.

It's a ghost to be able to look good.

"All right."

The hairdresser blows off the broken hair with a hairdryer.

He also helped shave his beard and hair at the end.

Look at the man in the mirror again.

It's completely changed.

Pale face, delicate eyebrows.

There is still melancholy and the past as deep as the sea in those eyes.

This time it is not like a poet.

He is a poet.

"Eight dollars, is it?"

Shaggy asked the waitress girl at the counter.

"Ah."

The girl agreed gently.

She was still peeking shyly.

Long-haired knuckle hands lined up eight coins.

He suddenly thought of Kong Yiji.

At that time, he was holding the complete works of Lu Xun.

Xiaoya was watching Zhang Ailing from the side.

The two occasionally read passages from the book to each other.

Youth is the warm sun drying out the light ink fragrance of books, the girl in the white skirt is playing with the bookmarks, listening to you telling beautiful poems and distant places.

Xiaoya.

Shaggy thought.

He picked up the flowers.

Go out.

Lunch is a dumpling, 14 yuan.

No one will chase him away this time.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and cut his hair short.

He really attracts girls.

The girl at the next table whispered to her companion.

Occasionally peeking at Changmao sitting alone waiting for dumplings.

They discussed in whispers the occupation of the brooding man.

Is it a teacher?
What do you teach?

It should be Chinese. They imagined that the man held a book in his white and broad hand, and wrote Xu Zhimo’s Farewell to Cambridge on the blackboard with chalk in the other hand, and then recited it in a deep voice, without noisy students or distracted students, no matter how naughty Children will listen quietly.

At this time, there should be sunlight hitting the man from outside the window, making the melancholy in his eyes softer, even if it is only a little bit, it is excellent.

Another girl at the next table had a different opinion.

She doesn't think a man should have a regular job like a teacher.

He should be free.

like a poet.

The reason is the flower beside the man.

He is a born poet who can do something as romantic as eating with flowers.

The boss brought dumplings.

Long Mao thanked him softly.

The eyes of the two girls at the next table were about to melt.

Chang Mao ate the last dumpling.

No coins yet, Xiaoya.

he thought to himself.

So I felt a little regret.

It's just light, not strong, not pungent, it won't make people drunk, and it can't break the liver and intestines.

But it is such a faint, most unforgettable.

You will still remember many years later that you did not eat the only dumpling wrapped in coins that winter.

So I also thought of the girl who ate dumplings with you.

Shaggy drank the soup bit by bit.

The dishes and chopsticks are arranged properly.

He paid and thanked again.

Holding flowers to go out, there is a girl's voice behind her.

"please wait."

Shaggy looks back.

"what's up?"

His voice was hoarse.

But it was obviously the same hoarseness.

Yesterday's long hair is disgusting.

Today he is so fascinating.

"Can... can we get to know each other?"

The girl mustered up her courage and handed over the note.

It has her cell phone number written on it.

There was obvious surprise in Chang Mao's eyes.

Then he showed childlike bewilderment.

There was a moment of silence.

All the time in the store cast a lively look.

The girl pursed her lips, a little bit about to cry.

Finally, Changmao took the note.

"My company is nearby."

The girl laughed all of a sudden and said happily.

“I come here for lunch every day.”

Changmao stared at the mobile phone number on the note and listened silently.

"Did you just come here?"

"Are there many companies here?"

"Is it art or copywriting?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I really talk too much."

Longhair shook his head.

He smiled lightly.

"It's ok."

The girl was stunned.

This man looks really nice when he smiles.

It was the companion who hurriedly pulled him away to avoid the tragedy of making a fool of himself in public.

"Well, sorry for wasting your time."

girl blushing.

Long Mao smiled lightly again.

"It's ok."

Before parting, the girl asked about gain and loss.

"Will you come again in the future?"

As soon as the words came out, it was discovered that something was wrong.

She blushed quickly to make amends.

"I mean, the dumplings in this store are really good."

Longhair stopped in his tracks.

He turned his face away.

Under the broken hair are the deep eyebrows and eyes like the sea.

There are seven stories in it that can't be told day and night.

The girl just wanted to lie in his arms and listen to it day and night.

Look at his delicate jaw with distinct eyebrows and eyes, and his Adam's apple that rises and falls slightly when he speaks.

"Ah."

Shaggy said.

“Dumplings are delicious.”

The girl nodded vigorously.

Long Mao smiled politely.

He hugged the flowers and moved on.

Behind him, his companion patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Don't look, my husband's stone!";
she joked.

"What's the matter, it's love at first sight."

The girl blushed and said nothing.

The companion raised his tone.

"Hey, it really is!"

She clicked her tongue twice, and then looked in the direction where the man disappeared.

"However, I can't blame you."

She spoke with a vicissitudes of life and assumed a smoking pose.

Even though the man had no cigarettes between his fingers.

"It can be seen that he is also a man with a story."

Longhair walks and walks, walks and walks.

He knows where he is going.

The memories of these days are pieced together piecemeal.

Who is the target.

where do you live.

In fact, he already understood.

All that needs to be done now is to repeat the previous experience.

Yes, nothing more than that.

He put the note away properly.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still couldn't learn to refuse.

Because of this, Xiaoya got angry with him a lot.

So he wrote poems all night, hoping to sneak them into Xiaoya's desk before reading in the morning the next day.

He just waited until Xiaoya smiled nicely during the morning reading.

Xiaoya laughed, and he laughed too.

Longhair walks and walks, walks and walks.

He is holding the pot of flowers.

Like holding a square tombstone.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In the wasteland beside him, there was a familiar red figure.

She squatted with her back facing the direction of the long hairs, and Hexiu had to dig and dig with a wooden stick, a scene of enthusiasm.

Long Mao watched it for a while.

Searching left and right.

During this process, I could always hear the little figure "hey hey hey" dubbing myself.

Probably learned from the cartoons on TV.

Shaggy smiled.

"Beanie!"

He called the girl.

For an instant.

It's like the seven fairies in the peach orchard who were immobilized by Sun Wukong.

The little red man froze in fright.

Long Mao smiled.

This is what he has been through the years.

The most vivid expression.

"Doudou, stop pretending, I know it's you!"

The little man turned around listlessly and glanced at the person coming.

Her eyes lit up.

He laughed happily.

"Dirty brother!"

she says.

"You take a shower!"

Long Mao was a little surprised.

Doudou is the first person who can recognize him.

Is it because of the child's clear eyes?

"Dirty brother looks good!"

Doudou, with her hands behind her back, made old-fashioned comments.

"Well, it's still not as good-looking as big brother!"

Long hairs come to interest.

He squatted down.

"Who is big brother?"

he asks.

Doudou scratched her chubby face and thought and thought, turning around while thinking.

"Big brother!"

she says.

"It's Big Brother!"

Long Mao smiled happily.

"Why are you playing here alone?"

"Where's mom?"

"Shh!"

Doudou frantically raised her fingers.

"Mom, she's sleeping!"

She whispered in a low voice.

"Doudou came out secretly to catch earthworms!"

Only then did Changmao find out.

Where the girl was squatting, there was a small bottle, the kind that contained candies.

Now there are many twisted and twisted earthworms in the glass bottle.

Doudou is triumphant.

"I'm good at catching earthworms!"

"Hahaha!"

"I'm an amazing little Doudou!"

Long Mao couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah yeah."

He said.

"You are a powerful little Doudou."

After that, he spoke to Doudou softly.

Don't play outside alone.

very dangerous.

If you encounter bad guys, you will catch the powerful Xiaodoudou.

"Ah, what are you taking away!"

Xiaodoudou asked in surprise.

"Of course it was eaten."

Shaggy began to scare the children shamelessly.

"Doudou don't want to be eaten!"

Sure enough, stupid kids are really easy to deceive.

"Then go home quickly, go home now."

Shaggy said.

"is it good."

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou trotted briskly to get the glass bottle.

Changmao was worried and sent him all the way.

"right here."

Doudou pointed to his home and said.

"Then see you later."

Shaggy says goodbye.

"Dirty brother!"

"Well, what happened?"

Doudou is actually a little embarrassed, it's rare, and this girl is also embarrassed sometimes.

She lifted the glass bottle shyly.

"I'll change it with you!"

"Change?"

"Well, use this in exchange for your Huahua."

Long Mao was a little surprised.

He smiled warmly again.

Eyebrows are also gentle.

"Okay."

He said.

The two exchanged flowers and earthworms.

Doudou happily embraces Huahua.

"Take it carefully."

Long Mao said with a smile.

"Don't fall."

"I know!"

Doudou nodded vigorously.

She smiled brightly again, and raised her small face to look at the long hair.

"Brother is a good man!"

Long Mao blurted out in astonishment.

"what?"

The happy little Doudou is repetition.

"Brother is a good man!"

Like preventing hair growth. Ask again.

Doudou spoke forcefully again.

"Nice man!"

Tears flowed down without warning.

Doudou was stupid.

She panicked and didn't know where to put her little hands.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Doudou said again and again.

"Brother don't cry."

Suddenly, Doudou raised Huahua high as if she was in a hurry.

"Brother don't cry, Huahua will protect you!"

"Ah."

Shaggy wiped his face with his sleeve.

So there were tears all over his face.

He answered hoarsely.

"Don't cry, don't cry, brother don't cry."

Tears can't stop no matter what.

"Yes."

Long Mao showed a big smile.

A smiling face like a bean.

He said.

"Huahua, you will protect me!"

Watching Doudou tiptoe home.

Then the woman reprimanded loudly.

There are also Doudou's ghost crying and wolf howling.

Long Mao wiped away his tears and smiled happily.

He is holding a glass jar with earthworms.

Turn around and leave.

nice guy?
he thinks.

It turns out that I am also a good person.

　PS:

　　Add card -1.

　　Currently
　　Add more cards: 18
　　The first order asked the editor on Monday, and now it is counted as 19.

　　Sorry for the late chapter.

　　Today should be the last foreshadowing before the end of the first volume.

　　I'm actually quite satisfied.

　　The foreshadowing that should be buried is all buried.

　　Then it's time to unravel the mystery.

　　Tomorrow is the scene where Lu Mingfei wakes up.

　　There are four thousand and eight characters in this chapter. I originally wanted to write four thousand, but I confiscated it at the beginning.

　　Write as much as you want, and if you don't save the manuscript, you can't be on time.

　　Tomorrow, I'm not sure whether it's four thousand or eight thousand. I'll talk about it at noon.

　　Also, "Baoyou" in this chapter is intentionally wrong.

　　Troubled everyone to catch bugs again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)