Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"You have something on your mind, young man?"

A rough voice sounded behind him. Lu Mingfei turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.

This strange man is between middle age and old. A few scattered white hairs have sprouted from the temples of his Chinese-shaped face. His eye sockets are deep and dark. What attracts the most attention is his pair of old black eyes. It is filled with vicissitudes of life and experience.

The man gave Lu Mingfei the feeling of a book with an old and dusty cover, which would make people have the urge to dust off the book, open it and read.

"Brother Story, that's not right, uncle, who are you?" Lu Mingfei asked politely, feeling shocked that there was actually someone in this world with a face that seemed to say, "I have a story."

"My name is Kenjiro, and I own this izakaya." The man smiled and pointed at the wooden plaque that read "Tokyo's izakaya".

"I was just wondering who this old and ethnic-looking person could be, and it turned out to be the owner of the izakaya." Lu Mingfei stood up and shook the pleats on his shirt.

"I didn't expect that after coming to China for a while, people would still recognize me as Japanese at a glance. Am I such a failure?" The owner of the izakaya scratched his black and white hair.

"Actually, your Chinese pronunciation is already very good, but your temperament and dress are still a bit conspicuous." Lu Mingfei said to you. You are wearing a black feather woven suit from the Muromachi period, and you have a harsh Kanto accent in your plastic Chinese. If you don’t reveal that you are Japanese, there will be trouble!

"Hahahaha, actually, I'm used to living in China, so I won't wear a kimono except on important occasions such as festivals and festivals. However, Miss Chen just asked me to put it on, and I had to give her one to change too. She said that this way we can have the real feeling of dining in Tokyo." The izakaya owner said with a smile.

"So, uncle, you really came all the way from Tokyo to China in pursuit of your wife?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"Well... you can also say that my wife always talked about the hometown where she was born and raised, so I accompanied her back."

Under the warm setting sun, the man's straight face was full of tenderness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that your wife has..."

"No need to apologize, don't you have a saying in China that those who don't know are not guilty?" The owner of the izakaya patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder gently, "Besides, this matter has never been a taboo for me, because even after she died, I still I can feel that she is still with me day and night."

"Where?!" Although it was broad daylight, an uncontrollable chill ran down Lu Mingfei's back when he heard these words, and he looked left and right with vigilance.

"Here." The owner of the izakaya pointed to a crescent-shaped pendant in front of his neck with his left hand. "I have been carrying her ashes close to me, so I stayed here to live with her in her hometown."

"That's it, uncle, you are really affectionate! What a man!" Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief, and then gave the man a thumbs up with emotion.

"If I were a real man, I should have been more decisive, and Ju would not have died on that rainy night." The man said this in a very normal tone, without any frustration or self-deprecation, as if he was talking about him A plate of sashimi in the store costs 1,500 yen, something as trivial and ordinary as this, rather than something as big as the death of my wife.

"Ju? Is your wife's name like this?" Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"No, when I first saw her in Kabukicho, I thought this girl was like a small cornflower. The flower language of cornflower is encounter and happiness. I hope she can always be like that plain little flower. Same, pure and beautiful." Recalling the scene when he first met his beloved woman, nostalgia flowed through the man's weather-beaten eyes like a quiet river.

"Kabukicho..." Lu Mingfei said in his heart that this shouldn't be a place for serious girls.

As if he understood Lu Mingfei's doubts, the man explained, "She is not a singing girl or a dancer, she is just a girl selling roses standing at the door of the cinema. I fell in love with her from the first day I met her."

"It's like the plot in the old comics. A young sailor saw the girl on the deck, turned to his companions and said: Hey, did you see that beautiful girl? One day, I will marry her back! "

"But unlike Ju, I used to be a dirty person living in the mud." The man put away his nostalgic look and put on a straight face, as if he only spoke about his late wife. , he will reveal his attachment to the beauty of the world.

"Why do you say that?" Lu Mingfei asked, frowning slightly.

"Because the first meeting was not ideal, I went to Kabukicho to collect protection fees, and Kiku was one of the people we charged for." The owner of the izakaya pulled off the collar of his kimono with one hand, revealing a hint of indigo. body painting.

That's a tattoo, a symbol of the Yakuza.

Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, but his heart was shocked. He didn't expect that the owner of the izakaya he met at the dinner party was actually a big boss who had been in the Japanese underworld before?

Moreover, the owner of the izakaya said that he came from Tokyo. The underworld in Tokyo... is probably inseparable from that family.

The emperor who is deeply rooted in the dark world of Japan is also the longest-standing family of the Japanese underworld - the Snake Qihachi family.

"Then what?" Lu Mingfei suppressed the throbbing in his heart and asked.

"At that time, I was actually sent by my family to work at the grassroots level anonymously to gain experience and hard work. However, I lived up to expectations. In just three years, I had become a well-known leader of that generation. The people under me collected protection fees and threatened and warned them if they failed to pay. , if you don’t pay the money, I will personally kill them. Now that I think about it, it turns out that my youth was soaked in scarlet blood!”

Lu Mingfei said to himself, that's not it. People usually quarrel and quarrel with their parents during adolescence. You are better off. During adolescence, you become domineering and enjoy killing people. You are quite self-aware when you say that you live in the mud.

"Until I met my Ju, I ordered my men not to charge her more protection money. I would also deliberately avoid her when passing by that street. I was afraid that she would see my dirty side. After all, she is So flawless.”

"You know, for us underworld people, a woman can be robbed, but I don't dare. I'm afraid that my sin-stained hands will tarnish that pure white flower."

"But it was as if God was playing tricks on me. The more I avoided her, the more frequent we met. I was afraid of meeting her clear eyes. Whenever I passed by her, I would leave quickly without even looking up until that day. "

"It was a night with few stars, and the clouds were very thin and shallow, so the moonlight seemed particularly dazzling, and Kabukicho was still brightly lit. I had just killed my enemy, and there was still blood on my face, but at that time I couldn't feel any pleasure, and I realized that I was no longer the stupid person who yelled and killed all day long. Gradually, I became tired of the life of licking blood from the edge of a knife...and afraid."

"When I was passing by the alley, what I was most afraid of happened. I met her eyes. Under the moonlight and neon light, my face was stained with blood and my chest was scarred, as if I had just crawled out of hell. Shura. I thought to myself, it’s over, I’m dead. The most embarrassing thing is being seen by the girl I love. I wish I could commit seppuku on the spot.”

"But she just held a bright red rose and walked towards me quietly, like a pure white angel..."

"Sir, forget everything about today and leave the night to yourself. I wish you a sweet dream and tomorrow will be better."

"She said so."