Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

But her footsteps suddenly stopped, she suddenly turned back, leaned over and kissed the stone tablet, her voice hoarse, and melted into the wind along with her scattered tears.

"Mingfei, remember what your mother said. No matter where you are, remember to wear good clothes and eat well."

The same instructions as before, but no more impatient replies.

"If you miss mom, just come to find me in your dreams. I'm not afraid, I'll never be afraid."

Mr. Shi Tou quietly stepped forward and patted the stone tablet, as if he was patting his son's head, leaving the warmth of his palm on the cold surface.

"Son! You did a great job! You're a man!"

"No matter what time, you will always be the pride of dad and mom!"

He pursed his lips, helped his wife up, and stepped aside.

The remaining people looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn't know who would go up first.

Two crackling sounds!

Kocho Kanae and Kocho Shinobu lifted the oilcloth in their arms, and a lingering fragrance suddenly drifted around.

The exquisite black scabbard lightly wrapped around "Butterfly" and "Die", concealing their sharpness - the blade, which was a little damaged in the battle, was renewed after careful polishing and maintenance.

The dark purple and reddish pink were no longer limited to the blade; they also turned into the ropes and tassels on the handle, dancing in the wind.

They have nothing to say, or they have too much to say.

"Before we meet again," Butterfly Kanae closed her eyes and whispered, "Let them accompany you for both of us."

Zhen Gu and the other two stepped forward and gently put down the wooden bowl.

"I hope you like it, Mingfei."

Rengoku Kyojuro held the fireworks, bent down and put them down, and before leaving, he gently bumped fists with the stone tablet.

Fushigawa Miya looked at him quietly for a long time, put down a basket of Hagi cakes and oranges, mixed with a few tubes of ointment, said nothing and did nothing.

Agatsuma Zenitsu brought more rice from Momoyama, clasped his hands together, and whispered to his senior brother in his heart the good news that he had defeated Gion.

Hinai and Rika put down the stone ball and porcelain plate and cried silently. They had really grown up a lot and gradually became more dignified and beautiful.

Sad and sad, Izumi said lightly, "Amitabha."

The dead child fell on the stone tablet and plucked out a few bloody feathers. If it really relied on itself, this was the only gift it could think of.

Urodaki, Kuwajima, and Purgatory.

Kuang Jin, You Yi Lang, Wu Yi Lang.

Lihua Luokanai clutched the coin tightly, looking back and forth at the tears of others, feeling a little overwhelmed and feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

I want to cry! I want to cry!

But, but, but I just can’t cry!

The girl stood there in a daze, her face red from the cold.

At some point, the Butterfly Sisters landed beside her and gently stroked her little head.

"Kaname, Brother Mingfei asked us to tell you that sometimes, you can't just rely on coins. Cry when you want to cry, and laugh when you want to laugh."

Butterfly Chanae held her in her arms and gently stroked her back.

"If you can't do it, it's okay. Just take it slowly. We understand, Kanao. We understand your pain."

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Kanao cried silently, threw herself into the arms of the two sisters, tightly clutching the corners of their clothes, still unable to speak or cry.

Thinking back to that year when the sunset came and the warm hand was placed on my head in the carriage.

Remembering the time when her brother cheated to talk to her.

Not long ago, he lied to her and said the coin was heads, even though he had clearly promised to return home safely.

Kanao Lihua closed her eyes tightly and talked to herself in her heart.

fraud!

He clearly agreed that he would be her brother for life?

For a long time, the wind and snow continued.

Lihua Luoxiang Nahu pursed her lips, broke away from the arms of the two sisters, and gently placed the coins in her hands in front of the grave.

Just as the Butterfly Sisters were pleased with her change, Kanao Lihua reached into her pocket, took out another new one, and stared at it in a daze.

Ding--!

She flipped the coin gently, it landed on the heads side, and she whispered,

"Brother, please be well in heaven."

The two sisters looked at each other with a helpless smile.

It seems that Chanao still needs some time, but there is no rush. After all, she has started to change, right?

Grave, prayer.

Sacrifice, farewell.

People come and go, with voices and tears.

All the people Ming Fei was familiar with looked on quietly.

The wind and snow are getting stronger. If it continues like this, the return trip might be quite troublesome.

Perhaps this farewell should end like this.

They were about to leave, but when they turned around, they were stunned.

The road in the distant mountains was filled with darkness, and many dark shadows appeared - they were unexpected visitors!

Gradually, gradually, they walked in, revealing their black team uniforms.

There was a swordsman who was rescued by Ming Fei during the mission at Teng Xishan. He was exhausted and had sad eyes.

There were swordsmen who didn't even know Ming Fei, but came with admiration and respect.

Different hair color, different age, different height, different voice.

What is the same is that they hold flowers of various colors in their hands and protect them in their arms.

"Boss, let me call you that. Maybe you have forgotten me. Thank you for saving me. Now, I am a swordsman who can fight against evil spirits alone. I will no longer pee my pants when I see evil spirits. Do you remember you said that a swordsman should never put down his knife? Maybe I am not as strong as you, boss, but I will try to keep going." A thin man with a few scratches on his face murmured softly and put down the flowers.

"Lord Longzhu." More and more people came here spontaneously, walked forward lightly, lowered their heads and whispered, bent over to drop flowers, stepped back quietly, and looked into the distance deeply.

Then the fragrance of flowers slowly covered the surrounding snow, surrounding the various offerings and gifts.

The snow fell again, slowly, slowly, covering the mountain of flowers in front of the grave again.

Black and white scarves, double-edged butterflies, Hagi-mochi tangerines, purgatory fireworks, Momoyama fragrant rice and many more, all hidden in the fragrance.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ubuyashiki Kōya, thinking that he was the one who arranged it.

After learning about the current situation from Amane, Ubuyashiki Yoya shook his head and stopped mumbling.

"Everyone, you are here to send this child off voluntarily."

"Ming Fei is him, but he is far more important than I thought."

Ubuyashiki Yoya looked back at the tombstone, and the predicted scenes reappeared in his mind.

During the days he was in a coma, he kept having similar dreams.

The future remains unchanged, and the person who ends everything is still that figure!

Although he didn't know what was going on, Yaoya still believed in such a future.

He shook his head slowly, whispering in his heart that only he could hear.

"Maybe, we can meet again."

"Right, Mingfei?"

After all, these were the last words you left with Kanae and Shinobu.

The wind whistles past, taking away everyone's tears and sorrow. After saying what needs to be said, the living will continue to move forward, carrying the deceased's share.

Ming Fei's transparent body stood in the snow, looking at the mountains of flowers and gifts in front of the stone tablet with a complicated expression.

Even though it was his own funeral, he couldn't help but laugh.

Ming Fei slowly turned his head, looking at the huge crowds of people going away, and whispered softly,

"Thank you, Mom. The scarf is very warm."

"Dad, Mom is in your hands now. You need to cheer her up quickly.

"Saito, Makomo, Giyu, thank you for your gifts. Even though it feels weird, I really like them."

"Uncle Purgatory, the fireworks are great. I will accept this gift that you have owed me for more than ten years. Please take good care of Auntie Fire."

"Shimiya, you should take it easy when you fight in the future. I'm sorry for giving you sour oranges for so many years."

"Zenitsu, well done. Keep going like this! I believe you will become a strong man who can stand on your own."

"You little bastard, don't send me something like this."

"Brother Yaoya, don't worry, we will definitely meet again."

"Shinobu, Kanae, please don't mess around. Wait for me. You must wait for me!"

"And thank you, everyone, for being here."

Ming Fei looked at the receding figure, which slowly disappeared. As he was about to leave, he wondered if it was his illusion.

He seemed to see the eyes of various colors suddenly turning around in the snow and fog.

The wind whistled and blew off the old man's coat.

The filing continues and the sawdust is everywhere.

The old man finally finished carving the boy who was squeezed in the middle by the two girls.

"You will like it, my dear grandson."

no answer

But the coat that slipped off the old man's shoulders was gently carried up by the breeze.

【cg: 'Everyone', end. 】

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 164 Ending and Gift

Lu Mingfei's eyes faintly reflected the hazy moon mist.

He smiled with some emotion, not noticing the light slipping from the corner of his eyes.

“It turns out there are so many people who care about me.”

He could imagine that his departure would bring about a series of impacts, but he never expected the scenes that had just emerged.

In fact, Lu Mingfei had imagined many times that he would wear a haute couture suit, be surrounded by all kinds of beauties, and board a helicopter, fully equipped to carry out a mysterious mission - perhaps to save the country, or perhaps to save the world.

He may succeed in his mission, in which case he will be offered a table at a restaurant overlooking the city.

He would leisurely listen to melodious classical music, sip bright red and fragrant high-end wine, and eat delicious food prepared by five-star chefs. He did not have any specific requirements, as long as it was high-end and classy. After all, he did not understand music, wine, and would not comment on food.

But he would enjoy it, reporting on the phone with a beaming face, and finally he would say to the other party carelessly: "Oh, if it weren't for me this time, the country would have lost so much money." Or he would pretend to be cool and say: "Such a simple task, I can find someone else in the future. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? I'm very busy, okay?"

Of course, he might unfortunately be hit by a stray bullet. After trying his best to rescue his companions, he would return to the mission site covered in blood with a bomb, and detonate the bomb while laughing in the pungent smoke and scorching flames.

There will be a grand funeral afterwards!

The best time is a rainy autumn, with crystal clear water, withered yellow leaves and slowly rolling dark clouds.

It would be even better if there was a light drizzle in the sky and a cool breeze!

People who come to worship will wear black sunglasses, neat suits, and shiny black leather shoes to show their respect and mourning.

But they are just supporting roles.