The beginning of the dragon race on the Maybach

Chapter 360 Different Stories

The wind was blowing slowly, Lu Mingfei's eyes slowly opened, and his eyes moved up and down along the curtains dancing with the wind.Today is a cloudy day, the sun is very warm but not dazzling, the clay pots in front of the window are full of purple grass flowers, the flowers are shaped like small bells.

It is a bluebell, which is native to Europe and blooms in early summer. It was introduced and cultivated in various parts of China at the end of the last century, including Lu Mingfei's hometown.When I was a kid, a man brought him packets of bluebell seeds on his way home from get off work, saying it was from a friend who worked at the botanical garden.He and the man spent the weekend burning crooked clay pots, and after a few weeks of watering and fertilizing, the bluebells actually sprouted.That summer Lu Mingfei felt very proud, because the window sills of his house were covered with purple bellflowers, and he would say it to everyone.

He looked at the familiar bluebells and lay motionless on the bed.The atmosphere here makes him feel happy physically and mentally, as if he has been here for many years, and it is the place where he feels most relaxed and comfortable.

After lying down for a long time, Lu Mingfei finally faced a problem.

Where is this place?
He had a vague idea that he had fallen on the snowfields of the Siberian Plateau before, and the last huge sleigh he saw before he passed out was also real and illusory, as if Santa Claus had come to rescue him, either it was Lu Mingze’s handwriting, or it was his consciousness Visions seen during extreme confusion.If it was an illusion, there was no reason for him to wake up in such an ordinary bedroom that made him feel at ease and comfortable.And according to his body temperature, the climate here should be a subtropical climate, and his location is around 23.5°N-40°N, 23.5°S-40°S, and according to the layout and decoration of this bedroom, here Obviously in Huaxia, combined with the scenery outside the window, this should be a city south of the Huaihe River in the Qinling Mountains.

But is it possible?
The area on his route is a no-man's land. It is impossible for anyone other than Lu Mingze to save him, and it is even more impossible for him to be transported back to the country immediately. Instead, he will return to the medical department of Kassel College. Yes, he is...

Lu Mingfei was suddenly surprised to find that his wristwatch that recorded his remaining time was gone, and his clothes were no longer the ones he was familiar with...

White sleeveless vest, baggy shorts... No, these are also clothes I am familiar with.

It's just that these are the clothes worn by the former coward Lu Mingfei, not the clothes worn by the heroic, domineering and aristocratic president of the Lionheart Society Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei instinctively felt a trace of fear, but that fear was quickly suppressed.

Because the peace of mind and comfort brought to Lu Mingfei by this place is too strong, as if he originally belonged to this place that he is very familiar with but can't tell where it is.

Lu Mingfei propped up his hands, slowly got up and got out of bed, stepped on a pair of plastic slippers, and looked around the bedroom he was in.Chinese-style bamboo and wood furniture is elegant and quiet, but of course it can be said to be a bit shabby.On the curtain is a picture of a little bear holding a strawberry, and it is also a bargain for a few yuan a meter on the street.

He walked to the window sill and gently stroked each clay pot planted with bluebells, touching it repeatedly, gently touching the same position of each clay pot with his index finger.

And on the wall of the bedroom, there is actually a crazy and messy painting hanging, which looks like a child's scribbled graffiti.But anyone who knows art knows that it is the work of Jackson Pollock, the master of American abstract art.This painting should be just an imitation, and the real one has already fetched a sky-high price, but hanging such a painting in the bedroom clearly shows that the owner of this home is also quite educated.

However, Lu Mingfei's mood suddenly became a little heavy.

He slowly walked out of the bedroom and looked around at this old-looking apartment, with three bedrooms and one living room, two bedrooms and a study room, plus a small kitchen and a small toilet.Although the apartment was old, the inside of the house was very clean and tidy. From the brushed towel on the sofa, it could be seen that this was a relatively poor family.

Lu Mingfei walked unsteadily to the study room, opened the bookcase, and took out the set of gold-plated English edition encyclopedias lined up in a row. He carefully checked the corners and pages of each book.

Flipping and flipping, he couldn't help chuckling.

Sure enough, not a single page of this English version of the encyclopedia was turned over.

The other books in the bookcase also look old. The pages are slightly yellowed, but there are obvious signs of reading. It is obvious that the owners of these books often read them.Lu Mingfei took out another copy of Kant's "The Metaphysics of Morals" from the bookcase, and opened the first page, "Lu Lincheng bought it at the Xinhua Bookstore in August 1993."

Finally, Lu Mingfei came to the only toilet, and there were three mouthwash cups on the table.

"Pfft!"

Lu Mingfei burst out laughing, but with the laughter, two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Yes, is there any place in the world where he can feel more at ease than here?
Isn't this his former home!

The bluebells on the balcony were planted by him and that man, and the names of the three of them were engraved on the back of those clay pots; the abstract painting by Jackson Pollock in the bedroom was once complained by him when he was a child. He; on the window sill, the curtain cloth with the pattern of bears hugging strawberries was bought by him and that woman after begging for a long time when he was a child.

Almost every inch of this room has a story, a story that happened between him and at least one of the couple.

However, it has long since been destroyed.

This is a Fushaoluhe building. In 1957, Fushaoluhe, the leader of the National Congress of the Maoist Federation, began to build this kind of economical residential building in order to solve the problems of people's livelihood. Huaxia has also imitated many of them.A Fushaoluhe building, a cramped small apartment, in which lived a somewhat impoverished intellectual family and his wife and children.

At the age of 12, the man and woman named Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini left here to go to a foreign country to conduct so-called scientific exploration. He also moved to live in the home of his uncle Lu Gucheng, and this block was also demolished by the city government.The lush wheat fields were all pushed away, dozens of piling machines made rumbling noises, commercial buildings rose from the ground, and the demolition funds were temporarily remitted to Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini to Lu Gucheng and Lu Mingfei’s regular remittance. In the bank card of alimony.

Since then, Lu Mingfei has no way of sneaking back to the home belonging to their family of three on Saturdays and Sundays to miss the peaceful but happy life with his parents.

"Hehe! Lu Mingze, you are so ruthless!"

Lu Mingfei roared in a low voice, these scenes all touched the softest part of his heart.

He wiped away his tears, angrily walked to the door and tried to open the door to leave, but the door was locked.Lu Mingfei skillfully used the Cun Jin of Bajiquan to try to break the bolt, but his wrist was hurt by the backlash.He looked at his hand in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the mirror in the toilet facing the door of the toilet. He walked to the mirror in surprise and looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair was slumped in sleep, his face was a little tanned, this is just an ordinary boy, there is no need to use any special description.The aristocratic aura that was soaked in Kassel College disappeared. His physical advantage as a mixed race and those hard-working muscles, together with the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Tomita-style swordsmanship he learned from the Lion Heart Society The skills taught to him by his senior brothers and sisters... all disappeared!

At this moment, the door lock made a sound, which was the sound of the key being inserted into the lock cylinder and turning.

Lu Mingfei's hair stood on end, like a frightened cat.

But he suddenly felt puzzled, he...should he expect or be afraid of the person who opens the door and enters?

The door was pushed open, and a woman in a plain floral dress carrying a shopping bag rushed in, knocked the door shut with her heel, and made a loud bang.

But the woman acted as if she hadn't seen Lu Mingfei, she didn't even glance at him from the corner of her eye, she just walked into the kitchen silently, muttering: "I've graduated from college, I don't want to go to the job fair to hand out resumes Looking for a job, you know that the cat sleeps and plays games at home! Do you want to gnaw on the old? Our house is not enough for you to gnaw on."

The woman took out small plastic bags containing meat and vegetables from the shopping bag, as well as a few green onions that were not in the bag, which are the green onions that the vegetable vendors give away for free after you buy vegetables.The woman didn't continue to talk to Lu Mingfei, but rushed into the kitchen again, and started to operate skillfully.

The sound of ding ding bang bang came from the kitchen. The woman grabbed the neck of a chicken that had been feathered and chopped it off with a knife. The chicken neck was chopped off and cut into several sections, and then the chicken head was separated from the chicken neck. , and then clicked open the chicken.

"I know that you are now a rich girl on the list. It's amazing? If you look like this, people will kick you sooner or later."

The woman said without turning her head, and Lu Mingfei just stood behind her, looking at her back without saying a word.

The woman is tall and has a strong frame. She is not gentle and petite like southern women, but has a sharp and pungent vigor.She looks over forty years old, but she still has big wavy curly hair. She maintains a pretty good figure and has a lot of energy. She cooks as if commanding thousands of troops.

"Come here and peel the garlic! You're dead! You don't even do any housework?"

Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't respond for a long time, the woman chopped it heavily on the cutting board with a kitchen knife. Lu Mingfei ran to the woman's side like a conditioned reflex, took out a garlic from the small basket on the ground and peeled it.

But after peeling and peeling, the tear glands that had finally stopped opened again.

The woman frowned and looked at Lu Mingfei: "You peeled garlic, not onion, why are you crying?"

Seeing the woman facing him, Lu Mingfei couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, and opened his arms to embrace the woman.

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

He buried his head in the woman's shoulders and curly hair, sniffing the familiar fragrance, and tears wet the woman's shoulders and hair.

The woman was also a little at a loss and let herself be hugged.

A mother will never refuse her son's hug at any time.It's just that her left hand was covered in chicken blood, and her right hand was holding a bloody kitchen knife, so she couldn't hug her son.

After a long time, Lu Mingfei let go of the woman.

However, Lu Mingfei's next sentence made the woman couldn't help but swear.

"Mom, I remember you can't cook."

The woman is furious!
"I don't know how to cook, could it be that you were fed by me shit and pee!"

Not long after, the man named Lu Lincheng also came back with a sauced duck in his hand.Qiao Weini glanced at the sauced duck in Lu Lincheng's hand, her eyes were slightly unkind.

Lu Lincheng quickly raised his hands and explained: "I haven't eaten sauced duck for a long time, and I happened to pass by there on the way home from get off work, so I bought one by the way."

"Humph."

Qiao Weini snorted softly, didn't say anything, but silently served a plate of dishes.Some steamed old egg custard, fried charred braised pork ribs.Qiao Weini cooks in a hurry, as if going to the battlefield, but cooking is exactly like Lu Mingfei's impression...well, that is, she doesn't know how to cook.

Lu Lincheng took away the neck and head of the sauced duck and gnawed on it, broke off the wings of the sauced duck and sent them to Qiao Weini's hands, and left the duck legs to Lu Mingfei.Three very simple meals, a very simple dinner time for a family of three, no Australian lobster, no Kobe beef, but Lu Mingfei ate more happily than ever.

"I will go to the hospital with me again tomorrow. A specialist recommended by a friend has come to us. I hope he can cure your illness this time."

After Lu Lincheng finished eating, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and said.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback: "My...illness?"

Qiao Weini sighed and shook her head at Lu Lincheng.

"My son forgot about his illness again. Is the doctor recommended by your friend reliable this time? If you take too much medicine for neurological diseases, it will hurt your nerves, and you will become sick even if you are not sick."

"This is a feature of fictionalism, not only substituting characters that exist in the real world into an imaginary world, fabricating some non-existent experiences and treating them as real experiences." Lu Lincheng is not too pessimistic "However, you have to think about the good. My son will not forget everyone related to me. It's just that his impression of them will conflict with the imaginary virtual world. But what should be family is still family, what should be friends They are still friends, and lovers are the same, there will be no change. It will not affect life, and there will be no danger."

"Besides, in order to save that beautiful Japanese noble princess, she was hit hard on the head and suffered from imaginary disease, but in exchange for the sincerity of the little girl, even her father and two older brothers recognized Ming Fei. They don’t have to worry about food and clothing. They didn’t look down on Mingfei who suffered from imaginary disease, and they didn’t ask Mingfei to marry him, isn’t that good?”

Lu Mingfei was taken aback when he heard this, he had already started to have some doubts about the definition of this world.

Did he really have the so-called "fictional disease", or maybe this is a parallel universe, and he may have traveled to a parallel universe that is similar to the original world's characters and development but without dragons?

However, he has already experienced Chen Hongjian's illusion of being forgotten by the world and the abyss, and he will no longer be too shaken by the world and himself, nor will he easily accept the information that Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini in front of him have intentionally or unintentionally revealed to him.

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