Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 36 I am your father

Chapter 36 I am your father
Today is Sunday, but Shi Fei and Lao Liu are already used to working on Sundays.

It's normal for them to take two or three days off a month.

Sometimes I get so busy that I only have one day off a month.

In a small city like this, the monthly salary for a job with two days off a week and no overtime is no more than three thousand.

If you want to make more money, you have to pay a price, not only in terms of technical experience, but also in terms of time.

Working overtime is normal. For Shi Fei, 996 is really a blessing.

It was really easy to work like that.

There are always people who want to have an easy job, get off work on time, have good benefits and good treatment.

Such a job is not available to ordinary people.

Shi Fei is in his thirties and already understands all this. The only thing he needs to do is to live a good life.

People of the same age have become department-level cadres, some have achieved financial freedom, and some are senior executives of enterprises and institutions.

He is just an ordinary person struggling in society.

An ordinary person who accepts his ordinariness.

After hearing what Lao Liu said, Shi Fei said, "It was a little after two o'clock. I just got up at that time."

Old Liu was surprised and asked, "What were you doing at that time? Stealing? Do you have a part-time job that I don't know about?"

"With your looks, you can still work in this field? Rich women's tastes are really hard to understand!"

"..." Shi Fei cursed: "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth."

"Then what's wrong with you? You can't suffer from insomnia and sleepless nights at such a young age? Kidney deficiency?" He said with a smile.

Shi Fei said, "Stop talking. If you keep talking, I will die young."

"But I do have a lot of dreams lately," he added.

Old Liu also knew that Shi Fei would not talk nonsense, so he asked, "Have you ever been like this before?"

"No."

"Then I think you'd better go to the hospital."

Shi Fei said, "We need to go to the hospital? Is it that serious?"

In Shi Fei's impression, people usually go to the hospital when they are seriously ill.

Old Liu said, "You haven't had a physical examination for a long time, young man, don't be shy about seeing a doctor. There are not many telephone poles in our society now. If you don't go to the hospital, where else can you go?"

Shi Fei laughed and said, "As expected of a bald warrior, you know a lot."

Old Liu looks very old, but he is actually about the same age as Shi Fei.

Maybe it’s the pressure from work, maybe it’s the pressure from life, maybe it’s the pressure from family that made Lao Liu a little bald.

The two people started their day's work while making fun of each other.

If you don’t sleep well at night, how can you be energetic at work during the day?

That must not be the case!

When it was almost noon, both of them yawned and spoke weakly.

There was no other choice, so Shi Fei took out the coffee he bought last year from the drawer, threw a bag to Lao Liu, and made a cup for himself.

Old Liu returned the favor and brought a can of Red Bull for Shi Fei when he bought cigarettes in the afternoon.

I finally finished my work and got off work. It was already dark outside, past eight o'clock.

Shi Fei didn't eat dinner. He went home, washed up, and went to bed.

He is so sleepy.

This time, I didn’t have trouble sleeping, but fell asleep quickly.

The consciousness drifted around as if immersed in a dark ocean.

Then, he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a forty-year-old man who said in a dissatisfied tone, "Fuer, you are lazy and taking a nap again."

"You are..." Shi Fei looked at the middle-aged man in his forties in front of him and couldn't help asking.

The man was wearing a dark green gown and a delicate jade pendant on his waist. His face was calm and reserved, and the years had left a faint mark on his face, making him both the fortitude of a warrior and the elegance of a scholar.

Who was this dream about? Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu, who was at a loss, and said, "I am your father!"

"I am your father!" Shi Fei couldn't help but say.

In the dream, no one can be his father.

He doesn't dream of being someone's son!
"Asshole!" Murong Bo was furious after hearing this.

How can a son call his father like that!
Shi Fei looked around the room.

This is a study room. At first glance, there is a large desk in the middle of the room, on which are neatly placed pens, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as several open books.

Behind the desk is a large carved screen with a landscape painting on it, with clouds and mists lingering and towering mountains, giving people a sense of tranquility and far-reaching artistic conception.

On both sides of the study are tall bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, most of which are martial arts secrets, a few are classics and history, and occasionally there are some rare books from foreign countries.

And he himself, wearing a blue silk gown, with thin arms and legs, was obviously a child!

Murong Bo was just about to teach Murong Fu a lesson when he suddenly saw Murong Fu looking around with a confused expression on his face, which could not be faked.

I just took a nap, why...

"Fu'er, what's wrong with you? Let your father take a look!" He grabbed Shi Fei's hand and wanted to take Shi Fei's pulse.

There was no way he could catch Shi Fei. He just swung it lightly and it hit Murong Bo's hand.

Murong Bo felt that this move was very light and skillful, and his hand was twisted so that he could not take the pulse.

"you……"

Seeing Murong Fu's brilliant move, Murong Bo couldn't help but ask happily: "Fu'er, what is this move? Where did you learn it from?"

Shi Fei touched his body and took out a black pistol from his arms.

Sure enough, not only did he inherit the martial arts from the previous dream, but he also inherited this thing.

"Fu'er, why don't you say anything?" Murong Bo was very displeased when he saw his son taking out a strange thing and ignoring him.

He had watched his son grow up. He had no patience to learn literature and only had a vague understanding of the Xianbei language. Among the Chinese texts, he had no interest in many classics, histories, and collections.

As for practicing martial arts, people only pursue greater power, not the martial arts principles behind them.

But these shortcomings are far outweighed by his strengths.

Because Murong Fu has been very interested in restoring the country since he was a child.

The Gusu Murong family has been passed down for 700 years, but not every generation is interested in restoring the country. Just like there are psychopaths among normal people.

There are occasionally normal people in a family of psychopaths!

Murong Bo was a restorationist, and Murong Fu's son was also a restorationist.

His own son should not think about playing all day and being a dandy, but should think about inheriting his father's business and restoring the country. Even if he is a little mediocre, it is still okay.

Shi Fei said: "I am not your son."

Murong Bo said: "You are"

Shi Fei asked back: "Who am I?"

Murong Bo said: "You are my son!"

Shi Fei asked again: "I asked what my name is!"

Murong Bo said: "You are the eldest son of the Gusu Murong family, the future emperor of Dayan, and you are Murong Fu, my son."

Murong Fu?
Shi Fei was stunned. It turned out that he had dreamed about this place this time.

Each world is like the martial arts novels I read when I was a child.

Shi Fei shook his head and said, "I am indeed not your son."

Murong Bo asked: "Who are you?"

"I am..." Shi Fei shook his head and said, "Forget it. Just treat me as a lunatic!"

Murong Bo said: "How can a madman say that he is crazy?"