Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Walking on the dark and damp bluestone road, there was a light rain last night. This city is always like this. It always rains when you don’t expect it, and flowers bloom when you don’t expect it. Swallows come and go, and you understand. Oh, spring is here, it’s summer solstice.

In ancient terms, it’s time to call plum blossom season.

Lu Mingfei was borrowing bowls of bamboo bookcases handmade by Moonlight from those scholars who went to Beijing to take exams in those years, carrying his mother behind his back. There were also a few volumes that were so full that they were sticking out of his head, and he was stepping on Qixing's steps step by step. Light walks on the road with green tiles and white walls.

But what Lu Mingfei was carrying was not a bamboo basket, but a cloth bag he had brought from the Children's Palace, and what popped out was not a scroll, but a carefully organized drawing.

The breath he exhaled opened up the white mist. Lu Mingfei saw a girl in school uniform squatting beside the wooden threshold, drinking porridge, staring unblinkingly at the book spread out on the small bench. It was classical Chinese. He heard a familiar voice The sentence "I burst into tears and didn't know what to say" brought back memories.

It's the Prime Minister's article.

Lu Mingfei thought.

It was cold in the early morning, so the girl squatted and huddled in a ball, wrapping herself in a baggy school uniform to barely keep warm.

The student drank the porridge in one sip, and occasionally closed the book and muttered something. When he became fluent, he beamed with joy. Lu Mingfei walked softer and softer. When he passed by the girl, he gestured "come on" and walked away quietly with a smile.

There are always some people who taste the bitterness of life early.

So I ran as fast as I could.

What a great time these are.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Children don’t have to go hungry to pick up broken carrying poles and go to the battlefield.

They have food to eat, books to read, and no matter what, they will not be sold into a brothel and beaten day and night to force them to sell themselves.

Probably, this is the ideal that the little emperor told him.

Living like a dream.

When we arrived at the steamed stuffed bun stall, the business was good and there were many customers gathered around. Doudou stood on her little bench, directing everyone like a powerful traffic police uncle, shouting in a soft voice, "Line up properly" and "Don't fight." "Everyone needs to be obedient.

However, more than half of the customers were looking at Xiao Doudou and smiling, and some people were talking to the little girl. Doudou said with a tight face, "I'm busy, I'm busy, don't disturb Doudou's work."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh.

They were busy, so he didn't say hello and stood in line behind the crowd. Lu Mingfei was not idle either, taking advantage of this gap to make signs in the air with his fingers.

He is writing, and the most important thing is to nourish the mind. As for the specific form, it varies from person to person. Lu Mingfei took the approach of calligraphy, but it does not mean that you have to have pen, ink, paper and inkstone to call it calligraphy.

The ancients were too poor to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones, so some used wooden sticks to write on the ground, while others wrote on banana leaves. I don't know how many famous people were so successful. Writing books is such a simple thing. It doesn’t matter how good the paper is or how good the pen is, it’s still you who writes.

"You're here!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly woke up and saw Doudou holding a small fist and smiling at him. Over there, Doudou's mother had already packed the buns with her hands and feet.

Lu Mingfei comes here every day, and every time there are more than three drawers of steamed buns, Lu Mingfei has become a regular customer.

"Come on, come on, I'll give you something good!"

Doudou pulled at the corner of his clothes.

"What is it?"

Lu Mingfei answered the question very flatteringly.

Doudou pursed his lips, but the fleshy face still smiled, and his little eyes seemed to be able to talk, shouting "Doudou is so happy" and "So happy, so happy."

The little girl ran to the back of the tricycle to get something, and quickly ran back again.

She mysteriously put her little hands behind her back and said to Lu Mingfei.

"Close your eyes."

"Okay, okay."

Lu Mingfei also followed her.

"Clang clang clang!"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes.

Doudou happily held up a glass bottle with a candy label on it.

The key point is that inside the bottle, there is brown soil, and there are a lot of things that are drilling around...

"Is this... an earthworm?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"OK!"

The little girl is so proud.

"Doudou's gift!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Before Lu Mingfei could answer, Doudou's mother, who had finished filling the buns, finally noticed what was going on here. She didn't care about greeting the guests anymore and hurriedly came over to apologize to Lu Mingfei.

Their business has been booming since Lu Mingfei came to buy steamed buns. Doudou's mother was still surprised at first, but yesterday morning a man came with a large group of people to talk about it.

"Here it is, Fuwa Buns!"

Then he talked about his experience with joy. Since eating this steamed stuffed bun, he had only bought lottery tickets for two days, and he had already won 500 yuan.

After the man promoted it like this, wouldn't Baozi's business improve? Doudou's mother originally wanted to thank him, but she didn't expect the man to wave his hand and say that it has nothing to do with me. I heard what others said.

He described it again, yes, Lu Mingfei.

After closing the stall early and returning home, Doudou's mother was still thinking about what to give to Lu Mingfei. She was helpful, so it was unjustifiable that she didn't express anything.

Probably Xiaodoudou listened to her while she was chanting, and this girl still remembered it in her heart, so today's scene happened.

"Otherwise, if you come to my house to eat steamed buns from now on, it will be free."

Doudou's mother said hesitantly.

"Farewell, farewell."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"This is pretty good."

He took the glass bottle of Doudou.

Also asked Xiaodoudou.

"Did you dig it yourself?"

"OK!"

She put her hands on her hips.

"Doudou is great at digging up earthworms."

"Awesome."

Lu Mingfei picked up the packed buns, left the money and left.

Doudou's mother still wants to return the money, but she can't catch up with Lu Mingfei, and there is such a big bun lying there, so it doesn't matter if she throws it away.

You can still hear Doudou’s proud laughter from a distance.

"I just said he must like it!"

Just listen to Doudou's mother say viciously.

"Wait and see if I spank you when I get back."

Doudou’s little mouth opened wide.

She couldn't figure it out.

"Why do you still beat Doudou after you gave him a gift?"

"Why, why!"

Lu Mingfei smiled so hard that he almost choked on the bun.

On Ziyang Street, small stalls had taken up their positions early, and the better locations were gone. Lu Mingfei walked back and forth, so he picked an open space in a corner, unfolded the rainproof cloth, and then displayed the items he had come to in the past few days one by one. Calligraphy exercises.

He was also very agile with his hands and feet, and he finished all this in less than ten minutes.

Finally, put up a sign next to the stall.

"Sell words, don't charge money."

After patting the dust on his hands, Lu Mingfei unfolded his pony and sat behind the stall. He looked up at the bright sun and saw that the hawking around him was getting busier. He gently closed his eyes.

Gradually, people came and went, and more and more people came to this area to hunt for treasures. Some people stopped in front of the stall, flipped through the copybook, clicked their tongues a few times, and then looked at Lu Mingfei behind the stall.

"Little boss, how can you sell this word?"

Lu Mingfei, who was sketching with his fingers, raised his head, glanced at the visitor, smiled, and pointed to the wooden sign.

"No money?"

The man read aloud in confusion.

"If you don't charge money, what will you charge?"

"It's free."

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue.

"It's a beautiful thought."

"We don't charge money, that is, anything except money will do. It depends on what you have and whether I am willing to do it. If you agree, we will make a deal. If it doesn't work, forget it."

The man sneered, said something crazy and left.