Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Lu Mingfei, what time are you still sleeping in?!"

"A box of discounted bagged milk, half a pound of Guangdong sausages, and the latest issue of "YiLin". Come back quickly after buying them and pick the celery on the table for me."

"Go to the mail room to see if there are any letters from abroad! How long has it been since your parents called me? Every time I write to them, they say they are busy and have no time. No matter how busy they are, they don't have time to call? Can international long-distance calls be more expensive than sending letters?"

A shout like thunder rang out next door, and Lu Mingfei, who was lying on the bed, jumped up from the bed.

With a "bang", his head hit the bed board of the upper bed. The handsome Lu Mingfei fell back to the bed in an instant, covering his forehead and rolling over and over on the bed.

The severe pain made his still drowsy consciousness completely sober. After the pain eased a little, he raised his head and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar room.

The bedroom is only ten square meters, with two student desks, a bunk bed, several celebrity posters on the wall, a bookcase filled with textbooks and extracurricular readings, and a full wardrobe.

Scratching his head, Lu Mingfei felt that he might be too excited. How could he feel unfamiliar after living in this room for a year?

Could it be that the dream he just had was too beautiful, so he took the dream as reality?

Lu Mingfei recalled the dream he just had.

In the dream, during the summer vacation when his parents went abroad to work, he met a mysterious uncle.

The uncle's name was Xia Di. Although he called him uncle, he was actually only ten years older than him and still a young man.

Because of his appearance, Lu Mingfei's life, which was shrouded in haze, showed light, and in the end, as expected, he became a sunny and cheerful boy like that uncle.

Whenever he thought of everything he had experienced in the dream, Lu Mingfei felt that even if he was a cold corpse, he would feel the long-lost warmth.

After all, that person would really put the body in the sun to bask in the sun...

Shaking his head, Lu Mingfei turned over and got out of bed. Just as he was about to stretch, he found something wrong. How come he could see the messy bed of the fat boy Lu Mingze as soon as he stood up?

Clenching his fists, and looking at the "September 26, 2004" marked on the calendar, Lu Mingfei quickly realized something, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the clothes on his body that became wrinkled due to his bad sleeping posture, he went to the closet and rummaged through it, and finally found an ordinary black cartoon T-shirt to change into.

"Lu Mingfei, you didn't hear me, right?"

Aunt's voice sounded again from next door. Lu Mingfei slowly stroked his hair that covered his eyebrows, walked out of the room and stared at his aunt who was busy in the kitchen, and then patrolled the living room and balcony, nodded thoughtfully, picked up the fifty-dollar bill on the table and went out.

On the door next door, which had the words "Loving Family" on it in the dream, there were only countless advertisements for psoriasis.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it and then looked away, too lazy to pay attention to it.

With his hands in his empty pockets, he staggered downstairs and bought the bagged milk and Guangdong sausages that his aunt asked for at the convenience store. He also bought a small pudding and ate it while walking towards the bookstall.

"The latest issue will have to wait until the day after tomorrow. I don't have a time machine to get the goods from the future." The old man at the bookstall waved his hand, indicating that you kid should not make fun of me.

"I didn't know you still read Doraemon."

"Ah, my grandson likes it, and I often read it with him." The old man pointed to a pile of comics next to the bookstall and promoted it:

"I just bought a few new ones, long novels, very exciting, do you want some?"

"No, I have to go back to report." Lu Mingfei raised the things in his hand and walked to the message room. As expected, there were no letters from abroad.

After returning to his uncle's house, he put the things he bought on the table. Lu Mingfei went to the living room and took out the newspapers piled in the corner waiting to be sold as waste in the future. He wanted to learn from his uncle to care about current affairs and cultivate a political sense.

There is no nationwide crackdown on gangs and evil, nor global terrorist attacks.

The biggest news in the city is that a vehicle illegally entered the overpass under construction during the passage of Typhoon Dandelion, causing an accident and the driver was unfortunately killed.

Looking at the tattered black beast in the picture accompanying the news, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

It's really scary.

"What are you looking at? Pick the vegetables quickly!" Noticing his laziness, the aunt yelled again.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes when he heard it, took the celery that was neither old nor tender, and broke it apart one by one. He pinched the head and tore off the tendons of the celery bit by bit, which was as comfortable as pinching bubble wrap.

The culprit that made the celery unpalatable was completely peeled off, and the doubts lingering in Lu Mingfei's heart also dissipated like pulling out silk from a cocoon, and a look of interest rose in his eyes.

After sending the cleaned celery in, the aunt exclaimed softly, as if she was surprised that he picked the vegetables so quickly and well this time.

Just as I returned to my room to look for answers to my summer homework, I heard the door being pushed open, and then the voice of the fat boy Lu Mingze rang out:

"Ah, I'm so tired, mom, I want to eat braised pork ribs!"

"How can you be tired when you attend a purely playful interest class?" Uncle scolded with a smile, causing Aunt to refute:

"Why is it just play? This is to let Mingze master a skill. Shilan Middle School is an aristocratic school. In addition to grades, there must be other things to show for it."

The head of the family spoke, and the uncle stopped talking. The little fat boy Lu Mingze took out an old popsicle from the refrigerator and walked into the bedroom while slurping it.

The little fat boy, who was already in the first grade of junior high school, was still so round and weighed at least 120 pounds. The first thing he did after entering was to look in the mirror and admire his beautiful face.

It seemed that after attending the interest class, he had become a talented and modest gentleman.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you looking for? You have messed up the table."

After being conceited, the little fat boy noticed Lu Mingfei's actions and asked curiously.

Lu Mingfei, who had just turned over his own money box, did not even raise his head: "Looking for unknown answers."

He said this purely to perfunctorily to the little fat boy. Unexpectedly, after Lu Mingze saw the iron box, his face showed a bit of disdain:

"How much can you save with your pocket money, plus the three hundred yuan for the New Year's money?"

Obviously, he misunderstood that Lu Mingfei wanted to see how much money he had saved in the past year.

"How much?" Lu Mingfei's eyes moved slightly when he heard this pitiful number.

"Three hundred, my mother said that you spend money lavishly. Every time you get your pocket money, you spend it all. How can you save it?"

The fat boy Lu Mingze snorted and laughed, picked up the golden piggy bank on his desk and shook it: "I'm different. I've almost saved a thousand this year."

"Oh, then you're really amazing." After a dishonest compliment, Lu Mingfei opened his own piggy bank and found that it was colorful and full of one or two yuan bills. He didn't even see a huge amount of five yuan.

After a rough glance, he knew that there was definitely not three hundred, and estimated that it was around two hundred and fifty.

Looking at Lu Mingze's clothes that he wore for his hobby class, Lu Mingfei pushed the iron box in his hand over: "I want to exchange ten ten-yuan notes and five twenty-yuan notes with you."

"No." Lu Mingze refused. His gold pig was precious and he would have indigestion if he ate loose money: "My piggy bank doesn't need loose money."

"This way." Lu Mingfei was not angry. He took out a stack of change from the iron box and put it straight into his pocket, and put the iron box back in its place.

The communication between the two brothers was very simple, but it revealed a lot of information.

After dinner, Lu Mingfei finished his meal first, said hello and said he was going to the library to read, successfully avoiding the risk of becoming a dishwasher.

Taking the bus all the way to the city center, the Children's Palace with people coming and going was very lively. Lu Mingfei went to the kendo class with a clear purpose, which cost 3,600 yuan and a total of 36 hours of lessons.

Among the teenagers in training clothes who were whining and fighting, there was no figure with a paralyzed face.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that Sunday was the parent-child activity time for his family, and he thought he had come to the wrong time to wait for people.

So he left the Children's Palace again and walked towards an old community hidden in high-rise buildings.

On the way there, he came to the river next to the gymnasium and looked around. He didn't find the little girl fishing, but only two fishermen hiding under the bridge hole and staring at the float intently.

All the way to the old community, Lu Mingfei took out the plastic bottle filled with water from the scrap station, kicked the bottle like an athlete, and slowly approached the dilapidated villa hidden deep in the woods of the community.

As soon as he walked into the woods, he had the illusion that he was being stared at by a beast.

Without making a sound, he kicked the mouth of the bottle, and the bottle cap loosened just right, and the water inside splashed all over the ground.

"Oh my god."

Lu Mingfei cursed in a low voice, slapped his clothes and left cursing. When he was a hundred meters away and could no longer see the forest path, the feeling of being watched by the beast disappeared.

"Haha, interesting."

Lu Mingfei's mouth curled up, as if he had found a fun game.

Time passed in a flash, and soon it was the next day.

Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze went to school in the small-displacement BMW that his uncle had just bought not long ago. It was still the familiar class, the familiar friends, and the animation plot that was played yesterday.

Except for the fact that the school leadership team had not changed, everything seemed to be the same.

But there was only one golden flower in the class, no little white lotus, no little swan, and the person sitting behind him was still Xiao Liu, who knew everything about film and television animation.

After the first class, Lu Mingfei declined the invitation of his brothers to pee together, and went directly to the teaching building of the third grade, wanting to meet the only top of the list of Shilan Middle School, to see if the other party could recognize him.

However, as soon as he arrived at the bottom of the third grade teaching building, he couldn't help standing under the bulletin board, seemingly staring at the notice of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday arrangements intently, but in fact, through the reflection on the glass of the bulletin board, he observed the boy and girl leaning against the fence upstairs.

The boy was the one he was looking for, but the girl next to him was beyond his expectations.

The girl who was chatting with the target had long black hair and was extremely delicate and cute. The word "school beauty" was born for her.

Why did she look so familiar?

Lu Mingfei was puzzled and puzzled, staring at the reflection on the glass and fell into deep thought.

Isn't it said that the flower of the high mountain and the iceberg that is difficult to approach? Why did the frost on her face show signs of melting when talking to that girl?

Something is wrong, 100% wrong!

Lu Mingfei felt as if he had discovered something incredible. His originally stable mood was slightly turbulent, so much so that snowflakes appeared on the glass of the bulletin board in front of him, which would only appear when the TV could not receive a signal.

After taking a few deep breaths, Lu Mingfei tried to suppress his inner excitement. The snowflakes in front of him finally dissipated, and the scene of the two people talking two palms apart returned.

Such an interesting thing cannot end so quickly.

He observed carefully and found that it was the girl who was talking all the time. The paralyzed senior brother just nodded and shook his head, and occasionally spoke.

This senior brother is lame. He can't even chat with girls. At this time, he should take out snacks and drinks to block her mouth.

He complained in his heart. His observation lasted only one minute. The girl who was full of interest suddenly turned her eyes to the bulletin board and her eyes fell on him accurately.

Although she was famous for her beauty throughout Shilan Middle School and there were countless bees and butterflies who wanted to pursue her, the girl always felt that the boy in front of the bulletin board was a little strange, as if he was thinking about something very damned.

Realizing that he might have attracted the attention of Xiaolongnu, Lu Mingfei left as if nothing had happened.

After returning to the classroom, he asked his good friend about it and learned that the two were the famous golden boy and jade girl in the school. He was also teased whether he was looking for a girlfriend.

Keeping his doubts, Lu Mingfei waited until noon after school. The money on the meal card could not be used to order any big fish and meat. After eating a simple combination of meat and vegetables, he was the first to leave the cafeteria, wanting to find out more information.

However, on the way, he met a few guys who had a lot of opinions about him. They deliberately blocked his way and said with a smile:

"Lu Mingfei, I heard that you have been living in your uncle's house. Could it be that your parents divorced abroad and didn't want you?"

"It's so pitiful. No one wants Lu Mingfei, so he can only live under someone else's roof."

"We have our own Harry Potter in Shilan Middle School, hahaha."

"Yo, what's wrong, are you angry?"

Looking at a few classmates whose faces said "If you don't agree, come and hit me", Lu Mingfei made sure that there were no witnesses around and chose to fulfill their wish.

After a beating, Lu Mingfei was taken to the teaching office.

Although he did not show any injuries, his parents were called because he had hurt his classmates in a fight.

Facing the consistent testimonies, all claiming that he had suddenly hit others for no reason, and their parents who believed in their children without any reason, Lu Mingfei smiled and waited for his parents to come on stage.

Uncle was not available, so the aunt, the head of the family, came on stage.

Apart from anything else, Lu Mingfei fully believed in the attack power of this middle-aged gossipy woman. These few sarcastic rich ladies were not enough for the aunt to beat alone.

As expected, after the aunt arrived and had a preliminary understanding of the situation, she scolded them without saying a word.

However, the target of her attack was not those rich ladies, but his nephew who was helpless and dependent on others.

Crack——

A clear cracking sound came from the space, but the aunt who was still spewing shit, the classmates and parents who were full of smugness and disdain, and the faculty and staff who were just watching and didn't even bother to check the surveillance, didn't notice it.

Lu Mingfei sighed.

Although he felt that he had tried very hard to restrain himself, as expected, seeing the hypocritical faces of these annoying guys, his stupidity could not be suppressed.

Crack, crack, crack, crack——

The space continued to break apart. Lu Mingfei took out a large bundle of transparent tape from his pocket to plug the aunt's mouth, and then took out pure black insulating tape, and marked the faces of classmates, parents and teachers one by one with a big X.

When the last person was manually mosaiced, this small teaching place was already full of cracks.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand in front of him, and the colorful space was broken like a broken mirror, revealing the deep black under the "reality".

"There's a quote by Helen Keller that I like very much - I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light."

"Originally, I wanted to see what my life would be like and what my friends would be like in this fantasy world without Old Xiatou."

In a dark and lightless area, Lu Mingfei stared at the black dragon in front of him with a look of horror, and slowly raised his fist:

"Now it seems that a future without Old Xiatou is not the future I want at all."