Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 207 Scene 152 Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao

Chu Zihang got off the bus and stood on the platform.

The afterglow of the setting sun was burning, and he didn't know where he should go now.

"Hey, handsome guy." A commercial car slowly stopped in front of him, "Want to go for a ride?"

Fingel stretched his neck to look at him from the window, with messy iron-gray hair. This guy got a high-end commercial car from nowhere, and Lu Mingfei waved to him from the back seat.

"Going for a ride?" Chu Zihang asked.

"I want to show you something." Lu Mingfei grinned.

"Get in the car, young man." Fingel patted the car door, "Let's go back to Binhai!"

"Back to the seaside?"

"Senior brother seems to be a bit unintelligent." Lu Mingfei whispered, "Are you too sad?"

"Maybe it's true." Fingel nodded seriously, "Anyway, let's trick him into the car first."

Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment and got into the car.

"The Chrono Commercial Vehicle is about to start, sit tight!" Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands, "First Officer Fingel, are you ready?"

"Captain Lu Mingfei, you can take off at any time!" Fingel clicked the gear twice and hit the accelerator.

"Black Sheep Wall"!
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"Why are you here at my house?" Chu Zihang whispered.

The hidden sprinkler pipe on the lawn rises from the ground and rotates to spray water. It is already 7:30. The lawn at home is sprayed with water at 7:30 every day.

"Look at Auntie." Lu Mingfei was lying on the pillow in the back seat. "She is quite worried about you."

Chu Zihang was silent for a while, got out of the car, and walked directly across the lawn, letting the water spill on his pants.

The light in the living room was on, but obviously "Dad" wasn't home.

It's normal for "Dad" not to be at home. Indeed, the Mercedes-Benz S-Class is not in the garage, but Mom's BMW is. But at this time, she shouldn't be drinking whiskey with black tea and green tea in some bar with those aunties. , are you joking loudly?
Chu Zihang opened the door, and his mother was curled up on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket. This woman always looked like this, sleeping in a mess, and her expensive silk nightgown was full of wrinkles, as if she had a rag wrapped around her. One thigh was exposed, but the thin blanket was held in her arms, like a child who likes to hold a doll while sleeping.

Chu Zihang stopped when passing the sofa and looked at her silently for a second. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Chu Zihang casually pulled the blanket and covered her exposed body.

He sat next to her and looked at her face silently. She didn't go out to play all day today, so she didn't put on makeup. This made the woman look older, with subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. A woman who was too beautiful when she was young was paired with a drunken woman. His old age makes people feel a bit desolate.

In fact, Su Xiaoyan has grown up a long time ago, but she still looks careless and careless. She only knows how to drink, buy things, travel, and party with her aunts.

Her life is so good, there was a man who protected her before, and then another man also protected her, and her son didn't want her to worry about it, so she could live a lifetime without heart or heart.

It is really not easy to understand that such a woman is his mother. The most reliable thing in my memory is the time when she gave birth to me. According to "that man", she also wanted to give up that time, saying Will it be painful to give birth to a son?It's better to get rid of it.

Unfortunately, Chu Zihang was already eight months old in her belly at that time. The doctor seriously warned the woman that abortion at this time was pure suicide, so Chu Zihang died.

From the time Chu Zihang started to understand human speech, the woman held him in her arms and said, "It's painful for my mother to be born. You have to grow up quickly and protect your mother." On rainy days, she said that her mother is afraid of thunder, so she must grow up quickly. Great protective mother.

When she was still working in a dance troupe, she would say every time she came home that her mother had a hard time at work, and she had to grow up quickly and make money to take care of her mother...My mother was so fragile, my mother was so tired, and my mother had to suffer a lot...

Because it was so difficult for his mother, he did not come to the parent-teacher conference for the spring outing. No one prepared lunch for him. When it rained and no one came to pick him up when he had a high fever...

His mother was with him at that time, but she had no experience in taking care of a child with a fever, so she neither gave him medicine nor drank water. Instead, she touched Chu Zihang's small forehead and asked, "Are you dizzy?"Mom, please sing a nice song to Zihang...

No one has ever promised protection to Chu Zihang, and since he was a child, he felt that he had to take care of many people.

Everyone's life is different. Good or bad life cannot be looked back.

"Zihang...?" Su Xiaoyan opened her eyes in a daze, "Why are you back..."

"Yeah." Chu Zihang said softly, "I just happened to be doing a project in China, so I came back to see you."

"Why don't you say anything to me." Su Xiaoyan scolded, getting up unsteadily, "By the way, have you mentioned a girl in an email before? Is she your girlfriend?"

When Su Xiaoyan saw Chu Zihang, the first thing she thought of was to ask this question. However, she was really worried about her son's emotional life and was deeply afraid that Chu Zihang would not be able to find a partner for the rest of his life.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, his pupils lost all their luster, "Mom... I seem to have lost her..."

"Lost it?" Su Xiaoyan tilted her head, "Did you quarrel with her?"

Chu Zihang remained silent.

Su Xiaoyan asked again, "Are you broken in love?"

"That's right..."

"Is there any possibility of getting back together?"

"do not know."

Su Xiaoyan thought for a while, "Actually, mom doesn't understand much about this. It's all your fault. Your dad was stalking me when he chased me. No matter what I said, he wouldn't let go. Maybe it was because I was raped one time. He must have been impressed, so I had no choice but to be with him."

"Mom, do you still remember dad?" Chu Zihang's Adam's apple moved and he asked this question with difficulty.

That man seemed to have disappeared from this world.

"I remember it." Su Xiaoyan stroked Chu Zihang's cheek, "I remember everything."

"Actually, girls are easy to coax, especially the girl who likes you. Even if you lie to her, she will be willing to be deceived."

"I don't want to lie to her..."

"Then did you disappoint her?"

"Perhaps so."

"Don't disappoint the girl who likes you." Su Xiaoyan gently covered her hand on Chu Zihang's, "If you always disappoint her, she may really leave you one day."

"I know." "Then why don't you try stalking her?" Su Xiaoyan blinked, "Ah~ I really want to see what that girl looks like, why she makes my precious son so obsessed with her."

"Stalking...is it really useful?"

"It's surprisingly useful against some girls."

Chu Zihang seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand. He sat on the sofa blankly.

"Zihang, why are you still sitting here?" Su Xiaoyan stretched out her foot and kicked him, "Aren't you going to find your girl?"

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"Where are we going now?" Fingel opened the window and smoked a cigar.

Lu Mingfei did not answer immediately, but directed Fingel to increase the accelerator, and the commercial vehicle merged to the right. The lights illuminated the yellow sign on the roadside, "IDA: Heavy Industrial Development Zone."

On the right side of the elevated road is a curved ramp. You can leave the elevated road along this ramp, but the intersection is hidden in the darkness and is difficult to find.

The commercial vehicle stopped in front of a dark industrial park. The park looked very dilapidated. The weeds in front of the door had grown to the height of half a person. After the rain, the grass roots were soaked in standing water, like a swamp.

The factory was silent, with the door open, and raindrops pattered on the iron roof.

"Brother, get out of the car." Lu Mingfei took out a big umbrella and jumped out of the car, "I want to show you something."

Chu Zihang looked around, and suddenly felt a frightening sense of familiarity, "This is... my father's company?"

Lu Mingfei pushed open the rusty iron door and walked towards a small white building looming in the darkness.

It was quiet all around, except for the sound of rain hitting the roof and blades of grass.

The original label was removed, but there was a torn seal on the iron door: "The Municipal Intermediate People's Court has seized the assets of Media Asia Group."

This is a gray-white three-story building. Most of the office doors have court seals affixed to them. Only the office at the end of the first floor has its door open. There is a piece of white paper taped to the outside of the door with the words crookedly written on it. "Media Asia Group Bankruptcy and Liquidation Team Office".

Behind the small building are rows of workshops. The rusty iron doors are open, and the silent machine tools inside are vaguely visible, also rusty.Heavy raindrops pattered on the iron roof of the factory building.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door of the office and led Fingel and Chu Zihang in. He sat down on the chair opposite the desk. The middle-aged man who was dozing on the desk raised his head blankly.

"Don't pretend to be stupid." Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers in front of him, "Where is Chu Tianjiao's dormitory?"

When Chu Zihang heard that name, his heart twitched slightly.

"Yes, young master, I will take you there now!" The middle-aged man stood up straight in an instant and saluted Lu Mingfei.

"Young Master? Junior brother, you have a great background." Fingel slapped his mouth.

The middle-aged man led them through a long corridor. On one side of the corridor were offices and on the other side were rows of glass windows. The middle-aged man was holding a large bunch of keys in front of an iron-wrapped door. He stopped, squinted his eyes, picked out a key, and tried it in the keyhole for a long time. There was a "click" and the door opened.

Chu Zihang was stunned. In front of him was a clean cabin with a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a small refrigerator. This was all Chu Tianjiao's furniture.

There are some steel wires stretched out in the corner of the room, which should be used to dry clothes, because there is still a jacket hanging on it.

There was no decoration on the cement floor and walls. Things were neatly placed, the bedding was neatly arranged, and there were no instant noodle bowls thrown around. It really didn't look like a place where a man lived alone.

The owner of this hut lived not so much a simple life as an ascetic one.

Is this the residence of the super dragon-slaying elite?What was Chu Tianjiao thinking about and what would he do when he stayed alone in this small room?Or are the super elites just so awesome, they look carefree outside, but when they return to their own territory, they lie in bed like zombies to recharge their batteries?

Chu Zihang couldn't guess.

"Brother, we won't disturb you anymore." Lu Mingfei pulled Fingel out and closed the door.

Chu Zihang was silent, looked around, slowly walked to the dusty little bed, lay down, and looked at the gray roof silently.

He was a little tired and just wanted to lie here, freeze time, and have a good rest.

"Something's wrong." Chu Zihang suddenly thought, "There's something wrong with this bed."

This idea came out of the blue, and the only reason was that this bed was too uncomfortable to sleep on. No matter how much a person doesn't pay attention to the quality of life, he should always have a comfortable bed.

He tried to remove the mattress, and there turned out to be a tightly pieced secret door underneath. The secret door was welded with iron sheets and an iron frame, and a heavy padlock was added.

There is a steel pipe under the secret door, Chu Zihang slid down the steel pipe, and he felt that he had entered a large space.

After his feet touched the ground, he turned on the flashlight, which Fingel had given him before, and said mysteriously, "You will need it."

As the beam of light illuminated every inch of space, Chu Zihang finally got to see the man's true side.

The first thing that catches the eye is the neatly stacked vinyl records, all of which are jazz classics. These things look inconspicuous, but there are not many of them left in the world. Some versions are simply astronomical in price. I don’t know where the man collected them.

Then there are the cigars, all of which are made in Cuba, and not a single one is a brand-name one. I guess he is still a senior cigar smoker.

There are cigars and whiskey, all of which are the strongest island whiskey. No wonder there is still a good smell of wine and smoke after so many years.

The small collection is mainly composed of old-fashioned cameras, including Leica and Hasselblad. There is also a complete set of equipment for developing photos. It seems that the man is still an experienced photography player.

In the corner is fitness equipment, with dumbbells bigger than his head...

These things surround the comfortable large bed in the center, which is covered with soft Australian sheepskin
Chu Zihang sat on the bed blankly, and suddenly felt the man's breath very strongly.

This small building actually has three basement floors, but perhaps the three underground floors were abandoned when the construction was completed. This floor cannot be accessed from normal access.

So Chu Tianjiao dug through the floor, opened up this secret space, and built it into his own underground villa.

This man was not prepared to live a low-key life at all. He was just too good at disguising and hiding all traces of himself.

But he never hid it from his son, so in Chu Zihang's heart, his father had always been naughty.

Chu Zihang suddenly recalled the family photo and pictured in his mind the muscular man with oily hair. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that outlined his muscle lines. He was walking in this space, holding a cigar in his mouth and a Whiskey, he leaned against the sink to develop photos, while Elvis Presley's 1956 song "Heartbreak Hotel" played on the subwoofer.

There is also a disassembled Beretta pistol on the workbench next to it. The modified version has increased power. The warhead is hand-carved with Shiyu flowers. It will explode immediately when it is fired into the enemy's body. The small machine that carves the bullet is next to it.

(End of this chapter)