Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

As a conscientious author who is very fond of fans, Xia Di will select a few lucky readers from time to time to give them a mysterious gift. It just so happens that Xiao Chen is among the winners this time.

"Family photo camera?" Forgive Chen Motong's eyesight, but I really can't see any similarity between this thing and the red and blue pills.

"You don't understand." Master Xia turned over and sat up, holding up a black SLR and began to explain its functions:

“The family portrait camera, as the name suggests, is specially designed to take family photos.

If your family is still alive in the photos taken, congratulations on having a happy, harmonious and loving family.

And if you are the only one in the photo, then unfortunately, your father, brother and sister will have to say goodbye to this world. "

"Is there such a good thing?"

Chen Motong was overjoyed when she heard this, but she quickly realized that the other person was probably playing tricks on her. This was not an illogical and unreasonable comic like Doraemon. There was nothing so overbearing in reality.

"Now I believe you are Jiangbei. You have a rich imagination. No wonder you can write such fantastic and strange works as "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"."

"Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade." Xia Di waved her hands, indicating that she was just standing on other people's shoulders, and then shook her SLR like an old witch tempting Snow White to eat a poisoned apple:

"How about it, do you want to experience the exciting family entertainment?"

Chen Motong showed hesitation. She had just deduced from the profile that the target of the man in front of her was her, but he did not come with any malicious intentions. What made her feel even more outrageous was that everything he said seemed to be true.

A special edition for fans. Could it be that this is a camera he specially customized for himself?

What if the photo turns out to be the only one in the photo?

It wasn't that she was afraid of implicating innocent people. Anyway, every one of those people was willing to die.

But doesn't a person's family portrait mean that his mother is completely dead and there is no room for recovery?

Although she had long known that the possibility of her mother still being alive was slim, she did not want to give up even if there was a glimmer of hope.

Seeing her delay in responding, Uncle Xia knocked on the table and urged: "Time is precious, don't wait until late, little girl, I have to rush back for breakfast."

"Then take a picture for me." The girl finally nodded. She looked at the man who called himself Jiangbei with complicated eyes:

"Remember to take good pictures for me."

"I guarantee your satisfaction." Xia Di made an OK gesture, picked up the camera with one hand and pressed the shutter, leaving the red-haired girl who was about to pose and find an angle to freeze in place.

"No, is it so careless?"

This is a family portrait, not a scenic photo taken while traveling. It needs to be a little more careful, right?

"You're being sloppy. You've been shooting like this for so many years. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open." Xia Di started tinkering with her SLR, muttering:

"Photography is difficult. Sometimes I have to find my own reasons, whether I put on makeup or not, and whether I dressed up carefully in the morning."

These words made Chen Motong feel a little unconfident. She lowered her head and looked at her outfit that perfectly represented a young and beautiful girl. It seemed that it was not too bad.

When he raised his head again, Xia Di already had an extra photo in his hand, and the family photo camera was hidden somewhere.

"A very beautiful family photo." Xia Di took out a pen and wrote something on the photo, then handed it to the girl:

"See you next time. I hope you can laugh as happily as a big bear."

As he spoke, his figure gradually faded away as if being erased by an eraser.

The red-haired girl held the photo in her hand, her eyes a little shocked, and she couldn't understand how Xia Di disappeared.

Is this some kind of high-level speaking spirit, or is it a special use of Mingzhao?

After recovering from the shock, she looked down at the photo and saw a bright and charming girl standing in the monotonous background of the balcony, with a somewhat stunned expression.

The door behind her was pushed open, and a gentle and elegant beautiful woman was preparing to walk in, carrying fruit.

"This is..." The girl's eyes turned red instantly. She turned around suddenly and looked into the house, only to find that the picture in the photo did not reflect reality, and the house was empty.

"Is it really a lie?"

Picking up the photo again, she read the message above word by word:

"Keep looking forward to it and be a strong girl, To Nono^^"

Looking at "Nono" and the stick-drawn smiling face in the lower right corner of the photo, crystal tears fell from the girl's eyes.

Like leaves blown down by the breeze and falling into a puddle of autumn water, the girl's heart was filled with unquenchable ripples. The hope that was gradually drying up was re-injected with life, and her eyes once again glowed with intoxicating brilliance.

…

"Lu Mingfei, wake up, what time is it? You're still sleeping!"

At the uncle's house, the aunt who had already prepared breakfast woke up the boy who was sleeping soundly with a pillow: "Hurry up and brush your teeth, wash your face and have breakfast."

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes drowsily, mumbling in his sleep: "Ah, has my reward for completing the level arrived?"

"What rewards for completing the level? Why don't you forget to play games in your dreams?" The aunt glanced at her nephew who was sleeping like a chicken coop, shook her head and turned away, and soon roared again:

"Lu Mingze, why are you still sleeping? Didn't I call you just now? Get up quickly!"

Lu Mingfei was frightened by the Hedong lion's roar and trembled. He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed to put on his shoes.

"Last night's dream was really strange, with too many elements."

Yawning, I went to the balcony to wash up. While brushing my teeth, I recalled my game dream last night. I found that there were so many flaws that I didn’t know where to start.

He still remembered that the game in the dream said that rewards would be distributed within 24 hours. Could it be that this thing is still a serial dream, and that the previous plot can be seamlessly connected when he falls asleep tonight?

"That's really great." Lu Mingfei was still thinking about the awesome Kamen Rider leather suit he wore last night. Killing monsters in person was more exciting than using a mouse and keyboard.

After dinner, his uncle and aunt went to work, leaving him and the two brothers Lu Mingze in the room.

"Do you want to come together today?" Lu Mingfei invited him. He was actually a bit bad. Yesterday, he was in a good mood when he saw the little fat man leave in despair. It was so early in the morning that it reminded him of the fear of being dominated by junior high school students.

But the little fat man only likes to torture and show off, and has no habit of masochism. He shook his head wildly, and every inch of fat on his face was full of rejection: "You can just play, I won't get involved."

"Okay then." Lu Mingfei's face remained calm, but actually he was already happy in his heart.

The senior brother said that he would take him swimming today. If the little fat guy came over, he would be worried that he would transform into a pig and stare at others with a leering look.

After packing his things, when the time was almost up, he carried his bag and went out, humming "I love taking a bath, my skin is good" and walked downstairs.

When he passed by the convenience store, he stopped in and bought a pack of Green Arrows. It was not because of greed, but purely to commemorate the warm-hearted brother Zilong. By the way, he could freshen his breath and get closer to his senior brother, and try to complete the task of one hundred sentences in the morning.

Glancing at the parking area in front of the building, there were no familiar Harleys or SUVs. Lu Mingfei sighed: "Hey, it's a pity. It's a pity that uncle can't come to such a fun place like the swimming pool."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that he can't see the eldest sister in a swimsuit..." Lu Mingfei suddenly got stuck mid-sentence.

He turned and looked around the corner, where there was a very familiar figure.

Wearing a floral shirt, beach shorts and flip-flops, she squatted on the steps with a steamed bun and soy milk in one hand. When she saw him looking over, she raised her eyebrows: "Oh, what a coincidence."

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