Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The curtain at the door rattled.

Lu Mingfei and Han Ye escaped in embarrassment.

Behind him is the webmaster girl holding a feather duster.

"Go and read a book for me!"

she shouted with her hands on her hips.

"If you come to the Internet cafe again, I will beat you to death."

Han Zhiyi leaned into Lu Mingfei's ear with lingering fear.

"Is this your sister?"

"So fierce."

Lu Mingfei thought of the purple wristband and explained with a grimace.

"She may be in a bad mood today. Girls can understand that."

"oh oh."

Han Ye responded and asked curiously.

"Why are girls in a bad mood?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and knocked the man on the forehead.

"Children care so much!"

"It hurts!"

Han Ye covered his forehead pitifully.

"Let's go."

Lu Mingfei put his arm around Han Ye's shoulders.

"Would you like to drink?"

The man suddenly became excited again.

"Well, drink and drink."

""Okay! "

At the Internet cafe counter, the girl looked at the door intently for a moment, put down the feather duster, and smiled softly.

"You have to study hard."

He roughly opened the drawer, and the key cards clattered into pieces.

The girl picked up the white medicine bottle, unscrewed it, poured a handful and drank it skillfully. She picked up half the bottle of iced black tea, raised her neck and drank it all in one breath.

"Don't throw it, don't throw it."

She has a long-haired smiling face and greasy hair that hasn’t been washed for an unknown amount of time, making people want to turn away just by looking at it.

"Don't want the bottle, give it to me."

"It's so dirty."

The girl looked at him coldly and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

“What a bottle!”

If there is long hair, pick it up.

There was a snap.

The feather duster hit the hairy hand hard.

The man was in pain and retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

"Who asked you to pick it up!"

said the girl.

"hey-hey."

Changmao clasped his hands, shrank up and lowered his head, avoiding the girl's eyes and just smiling.

"She's dead."

said the girl.

Changmao raised his head like a cat that had stepped on its tail.

He looked at the network administrator girl in horror and despair.

It seemed like he had thought of something.

The tidal wave of sadness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

What replaced it was immense peace.

Deathly peaceful.

"Xiaoya, he's not dead."

He said in a low voice.

"Xiaoya, he's not dead."

"hey-hey."

"not dead."

Changmao propped himself on the ground for a few times, stood up with difficulty, dragged his body towards the hall, and finally returned to his place. His thin body was embedded in the chair. He stared at the chat interface motionlessly again. There are signatures from long ago.

The long hair at this moment does not look like a person at all, more like a relief of a devil or an angel on a chair in a church. It looks lifelike, but in the end it is just a dead thing.

Legend has it that at the end of the Shang Dynasty, there was a courtier named Bigan, and King Zhou had his heart gouged out in order to please Daji.

Miraculously, Bigan survived. He staggered to the street and asked an old woman selling spinach.

"Chinese food can't live without a heart, but what if people don't have a heart?"

The old woman said.

"If you don't care, you will die naturally."

So Bigan died.

The same goes for long hair.

This person's heart probably died a long time ago.

"Do you know him?"

At the counter, a fair-looking man asked the girl.

He means long hair.

"Who knows such a rotten person!"

Girl is smoking.

"If you don't listen no matter what you say, it's hopeless."

"I don't care about him!"

The fair man smiled.

"Thank you for the instant noodles last night. It was a big help."

said the man.

"It's about to expire. If I don't give it to you, it will be thrown into the trash can. If you like it, eat it, but don't eat it."

The girl is impatient.

She caught a glimpse of the man's hands.

"Why don't you go to the hospital to check your skin disease?"

The man smiled shyly.

"It'll take a few days. I'm busy right now. I have to catch up on the drawings. I'm in a hurry over there."

"Manuscript?"

The girl read.

"Are you a painter?"

The fair man smiled gently.

"Well, a low-class artist."

He resumed his shy smile.

"Any artist I talk about is just trying to put money in my own face."

"It's a good thing to have dreams."

The girl comforted him.

"I'm very busy. As for art, do you need an assistant?"

A few days passed after I went to meet the webmaster girl.

Even though he was embarrassed that night, Lu Mingfei didn't take it to heart.

After all, he has an idea of ​​the personality of the network administrator girl.

Lu Mingfei doesn't think that he has the eloquence of a Japanese anime hero, and that he can influence the villain to bring peace to the world.

His past is so deep and cruel, you just say a few words and let it go. Are you kidding me?

Apparently, webmaster girls are like that.

It wasn't that Lu Mingfei didn't want to help her.

To put it bluntly, the network administrator girl refused to let her go.

She trapped herself, unable to get out, and didn't want to get out.

Everyone is looking for an exit, and so are girls.

Lu Mingfei just wanted to go have a drink with this person occasionally.

It would be better if you cry more.

Otherwise, what else can he do? He is not a psychiatrist. He can fight well, but he is really powerless to relieve people's knots.

This morning Lu Mingfei set up a stall as usual.

Han Ye was basking in the sun, with a big straw hat covering his face and a lazy smile on his lips.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it and shook his head.

"It's hopeless, just bury him."

He sighed.

"Hey, that is?"

Lu Mingfei stared at the back of a man.

Coincidentally, the man also turned his head. He was holding a high-end watch in his hand. But no matter how good it was on Ziyang Street, you didn't need to think about it to know that it must be a high imitation.

When the man saw Lu Mingfei, he lost his grip and smashed the watch on the ground. The boss's eyes lit up and he put on a fierce face again.

Just as he was about to curse, Lu Mingfei from a calligraphy stall not far away shouted.

"uncle!"

"Oh, Ming... Mingfei!"

The uncle's smile was comparable to that of a cheating man who was caught and raped by his wife in bed.

I really want to die.

The high imitation watch boss greeted Lu Mingfei.

"We know each other."

"Well, my uncle."

"oh oh."

The boss nodded, and the uncle looked at the broken watch in embarrassment, wondering how much compensation he would have to pay.

The boss looked at him strangely.

"Don't go over yet, the trail is waiting."

"Trail?"

"Lu Mingfei, isn't he your nephew?"

Said the boss and laughed again.

"This kid is really nice, sweet-talking and nimble with his hands and feet. How did you teach him at home?"

The uncle said a few polite words, but he was still thinking about the boss's words. He was sweet-tongued and quick-handed. Was he still talking about Lu Mingfei, who had a drooped head and a wretched look on his face?

"What about this watch?"

"It's a small thing, it's not worth a lot of money."

Looking at the boss's calm demeanor, my uncle remembered that not long ago, this same person vowed not to buy it without 300 yuan. The purchase price was 399, and selling it for 300 yuan would be a loss price.

"Okay, let's go, you're busy."

The uncle nodded and bowed for a while, but he couldn't help it, he was used to it in the company.

Wander to the stall.

"Mingfei, why are you here?"

The uncle rubbed his hands. He originally wanted to buy a high imitation watch and rush to the store. Unexpectedly, he also ran into his nephew. This made the always good-looking uncle not know what to say. He had not forgotten that Lu Mingfei was going abroad. Man, if this kid mentions today's incident when he meets someone in the future, he won't need to be so old-fashioned.