Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Humans also exist in this "world behind the door." For example, while Lu Mingfei was observing Yunshan, passersby walked past him.

Most of them were young men and women, carrying thick books and materials. The male-to-female ratio was roughly equal, and there were people of various skin colors and regions.

It was obvious that the corn buildings were the living area of ​​the people here. From the outside, these gray buildings were no different from each other. Lu Mingfei's gaze suddenly rose and he floated into a window.

This is a study, simply furnished with a desk, a wardrobe, and a single bed.

A tall woman sat at the table. She had a large frame and didn't have the graceful, slender look of an Eastern lady; instead, she resembled an American woman more.

The woman was nearly forty, but she maintained a good figure and had a head of big, wavy hair, which gave her a very capable and refreshing look.

Lu Mingfei trembled and suddenly burst into tears—he felt he shouldn't be like this, but some things he just couldn't help. He had almost forgotten what his mother looked like, but when he saw her again, Lu Mingfei still recognized her.

However, this "movie" did not stop because of Lu Mingfei's feelings. Qiao Wenni wrote and drew on the draft, and then rewrote it on letter paper before finally completing the letter.

The desk was by the window. After finishing her writing, Giovanni looked up at the sky outside the window, lost in thought.

At the other end of the study, against the wall, stood a single bed. The man lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but unlit.

It was Lu Lincheng... a Lu Lincheng that Lu Mingfei had never met before.

Lu Mingfei wasn't referring to appearance, but rather the aura or presence he exuded.

In Lu Mingfei's memory, his family was somewhat similar to his uncle's family, with women in charge who handled everything, big and small, while the men were not very capable and could only obediently follow orders.

Lu Lincheng was a down-on-his-luck intellectual with no professional title or achievements. His family lived in the family compound of a research institute in the suburbs. They couldn't even afford an air conditioner. Every summer, the family would carry a cool chair outside to cool off and chat idly with their neighbors who also couldn't afford an air conditioner.

Qiao Weini was in charge of cooking at home, but her cooking was terrible. Lu Lincheng didn't dare to complain, so he could only bring back half a braised duck under the pretense of an extra meal. His son ate the duck leg, his wife ate the duck wing, and he himself ate the duck head.

But this "Lu Lincheng" is completely different. Although he also wears glasses and looks like a researcher, he has a kind of majesty. Since taking over Millennium Labor Service, Lu Mingfei has seen some of the world and knows that this is the kind of aura that comes from being in a high position for a long time.

"Winnie, remember to show it to me after you're done writing."

The man spoke calmly.

"What, are you afraid I'll tip you off?"

The woman stood up, grabbed the letter, and threw it at the man with a cold laugh.

"Every time you make contact with the outside world, there is a possibility of a leak, and what's more... you've done this more than once."

Lu Lincheng wasn't annoyed. He tucked the cigarette behind his ear and carefully read the letter:

"You don't have a brand on you, so you can't get in or out of here. If I were you, I would also try my best to notify the outside world."

"You know what? Sometimes I really want to smash your head with a wardrobe."

Giovanni said, "Lu Mingfei is my son, what right do you have...?"

"Winnie".

Lu Lincheng interrupted her, "He's just a monster."

"Lu Lincheng, he's my son!"

Giovanni is a hit:

"He was just a tiny little thing when he was born. I watched him grow up day by day. I took him to school every day. If he was bullied at school, I would stand up for him..."

"Giovini!"

Lu Lincheng sternly rebuked:

"That's fake, just a play! A dream! We're all actors!"

As if struck in a vulnerable spot, Giovanni fell silent. She stopped speaking, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Winnie".

Lu Lincheng walked over, his voice much softer, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder:

"We were once the best partners, fighting together to keep the flame of civilization burning..."

"Lu Lincheng".

Giovanni suddenly spoke up, "I'm asking you, do you really have absolutely no feelings for that child?"

"He's just a monster."

Lu Lincheng repeated the sentence, "Winnie, I've come off the stage. Now it's your turn to wake up."

He grabbed his coat and the letter and walked towards the door. Normally, Lu Lincheng did not live with Qiao Weini.

"Lu Lincheng, I have a question for you."

Giovanni stopped Lu Lincheng. "You used him, and even tried to kill him... why did you make me write to him?"

Lu Lincheng stopped at the door, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag:

Have you read "Rome"? Octavian once said, "Family is a weakness. Love makes you vulnerable."

I think even a monster, after feeling loved, would reveal its fatal weakness.

………………

The illusion rippled and shattered like water.

The boy opened his eyes.

"It's all fake, it's all fake..."

"They're lying to me..."

Despite it being the height of June, Lu Mingfei felt a chill run through his body. A bone-chilling cold surged from his heart, like a cruel blizzard tearing through an illusion and pouring down on him.

Childhood, parents, family ties... it's all just like The Truman Show, where everyone is just playing along with his act.

Lu Mingfei suddenly wanted to laugh. When he was a child, he fantasized that his parents were actually super agents who went around the world on missions. Only when he grew up did he realize that he was not wrong. It was just that the mission target was himself.

But in the end, he only opened his mouth, unable to make any expression.

A cool little hand pressed against his forehead; Zero had appeared beside him without him noticing.

She didn't speak, but instead opened her arms and hugged his head to her chest.

Lu Mingfei did not struggle; he simply held the other person tightly, like a building about to collapse searching for its last support.

Overwhelmed by immense grief, Lu Mingfei's relatively happy childhood was one of the few beautiful memories in his life, but now he discovered that the so-called beautiful memories were nothing but a dream.

I don't know how much time passed.

The salty sea breeze rushed into his nose, and Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that his nasal bone was being pressed against.

A hand pressed down on his head and pushed him away.

Lu Mingfei wiped away his tears. The beautiful girl had disappeared, and in front of him stood a little boy.

It is Lu Mingze.

"Brother, you look so ugly when you cry."

The little devil held a handkerchief, but it wasn't for wiping Lu Mingfei's tears, because Lu Mingfei's tears had already been wiped clean on his well-tailored suit. Lu Mingze had no choice but to wipe his own clothes instead.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, calming himself down. Crying was an excellent way to release emotions, and he felt much better now.

"Speak, what is it?"

Lu Mingfei sniffed and spoke.