Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

Demons were dancing wildly in the classroom. Some people broke off the white chalk and ran to the whiteboard to draw abstract art paintings with sad tears. There was a tall girl staring at the empty air and dancing as if she was being held by an invisible person. .

Chocolate Bucciarati shed tears and told Lu Mingfei many past events, about his alcoholic father and beaten mother, the pomegranate tree planted by his poor grandmother in the backyard, and his great-great-great-great-grandfather who was trafficked on a boat. The story of shipping to America.

Only Ling sat in her seat to answer the questions. She was the only calm person here because Lu Mingfei also stood up.

He stepped aside, and there was a very weak little boy looking pitifully at his bench.

That wasn't Lu Mingze. Lu Mingze was not that delicate. Although he called Lu Mingfei brother, he didn't look like a younger brother who needed his brother's help at all.

But the little boy in front of him was different. He was dressed in ancient Chinese-style white clothes. He was as white as his chubby face. He had a bronze crown on his head, and the sleeves were longer than his arms. , bent over the examination table, he rolled up his sleeves and scribbled on Lu Mingfei's answer sheet.

The black bullet pen borrowed from Fingel seemed to turn into an elegant brush in the boy's hands. The boy pricked up his ears and seemed to be carefully identifying the weak and small dragon voice on the radio so that he could help Lu Ming. Not by passing the difficult 3E exam.

Lu Mingfei felt that he should not disturb him. Inexplicably, Lu Mingfei remembered the days when he was learning to ride a bicycle as a child.

Before going to his aunt's house, he had a small bicycle of his own. There were two small training wheels on both sides of the rear wheel, so even if he didn't know how to ride, he didn't have to worry about falling. But one day, the training wheels were taken away by his mother. After coming down, he could no longer move forward bit by bit on the dirt road as happily as he did before.

He stubbornly tried to move forward on his two-wheeled bicycle, but he kept falling and landed on the cobblestone-studded muddy ground. His knees were broken and his elbows were bruised.

He practiced in the afternoon when no one was around, again and again, and finally at a certain moment, he once again made the wheels of the bicycle spin.

The wind blew across his face, pushing his hair straight, and kicking his legs like crazy. He turned into a free wind on the newly built asphalt road.

From that day on, he was able to run freely on the street with a two-wheeled bicycle without training wheels. Even after he slipped and fell on the asphalt road, the smile on his face did not disappear.

Lu Mingfei stayed aside and looked at the child's serious face.

It's rude to interrupt others' serious work, so he just waited quietly.

The little boy's movements are very elegant, his waist is very straight, and he is well-educated at first glance. Whenever a piece of music is played on the radio, he scribbles and draws on the white paper.

Maybe this is his own spiritual vision. Fingel said that some people may even see things they have never experienced before, such as fragments engraved in genes and blood, stimulated by Long Wen's stimulation.

This child might be his ancestor, who was as gentle as jade and a famous writer like Su Shi. The ancestors of the Lu family must have come from a scholarly family. Thinking of this, his expression immediately became serious and he stood upright. , he regarded himself as a book boy, helping the master who wrote grind ink and paper.

His ancestors are answering questions for him. When he goes back during the winter vacation, he must read the family tree carefully and burn some more money paper for his ancestors. He must buy a complete set of villas, BMWs, and smartphones. If his ancestors don't come to help answer the questions, , he really wants to go back to the factory to make screws, and go to fsk to work as a mobile phone quality inspector.

The music is uninterrupted. The 3E exam lasts for a total of 3 hours. During this period, the music loops continuously.

Other students were still scribbling on the paper on the desk. The little boy who was suspected to be Lu Mingfei's ancestor had put down his pen, rolled up the white paper full of ink-style drawings, and carefully put the cap on the pen tip.

With his short legs rubbing, he jumped down from the bench and used his hands to straighten the messy corners and sleeves of his clothes.

He bowed his hands and saluted Lu Mingfei with a very respectful manner, like a minister saluting a king.

Another voice rang in his ears. The voice was thick and powerful, cold and murderous. Once he heard it, he knew it was a murderous god like Bai Qi, who kills without blinking an eye.

"The so-called fate of abandoning one's family is to cross the wilderness, raise the battle flag again, and return to the hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can swallow this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up Come."

"Brother, death is really sad. It's like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... It's like groping in the dark, but you can never touch anything with your outstretched hands..."

The boy's waist lowered even further, and he buried his head deeply. His already thin figure became rickety, his legs bent, and he even knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's heart trembled, and he hurried over to help the little boy up.

His hand touched the boy's shoulder and lifted it up gently, trying to lift the thin body, but the little boy was more stubborn than he thought, and his trembling body did not move at all.

He was afraid, afraid of being lifted up by Lu Mingfei, or he was begging, begging Lu Mingfei not to lift him up.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment he was in a trance, and the sun shone on his face.

The first thing you see is a white camellia blooming in a rough porcelain vase. Across the flower, a child in white is holding an ink pen at his desk and writing, stroke by stroke.

"Maybe you will die? But, Constantine, don't be afraid." There was gentleness in the solemn voice.

"Don't be afraid, stay with your brother, don't be afraid..." the child said seriously.

In an instant, a fire swallowed up the sunlight, and the child hanging on the high pole became a sacrifice. Countless people roared in the city ravaged by flames, charred human figures were running, and a huge shadow let out a bone-breaking wail. , the flames swallowed up everything, and red magma and molten iron poured out like a fountain, drowning everything.

Lu Mingfei's clothes almost burned, as if he had broken through a fiery membrane and returned to reality from the burning city.

He was sweating all over because of the extreme heat.

The students in the classroom were still performing performance art. Bradley leaned on the table and cried, shouting: "Mom! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

A cold gaze was cast over her, it was Zero's gaze, the ice blue eyes projected the light of the white wall lamp.

She only glanced at it, then turned to write the answer sheet.

Lu Mingfei looked at his exam table. The white paper was rolled up, the black pen was placed squarely on the table, and the test paper was spread out. An ink-style landscape painting appeared on the paper. The painter looked like a master of traditional Chinese painting.

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