The dragon clan cultivated a Chu Mensao

On July 2010, 7, in the middle of the night, during the final match of the World Cup in South Africa, it began to rain in this city.Everyone happily gathered in front of the TV, drinking beer and talking with their eyes wide open.

The screams of my mother and girlfriends came from next door, probably a goal.They've already finished off a case of beer, and after drinking it like this, this group of aunties will run out into the garden in low-cut silk pajamas, holding hands and going crazy?But it's okay, let them make trouble, it's okay to go crazy once in a while, it just so happens that the weather is neither too hot nor too cold tonight, and mother has also drank milk.

Chu Zihang was lying on the bed under the window, lying in the dark, the night wind was humid and slightly cool.He opened his eyes and looked at the enamel chandelier above his head for a long time.

Several years have passed, and every night before falling asleep, Chu Zihang would think about it once, recalling the whole process, every detail, until he confirmed that he hadn't forgotten anything.

He learned from the course "Introduction to Brain Science" that human memory is unreliable, like a broken hard drive that is easily degaussed.As time goes by, he will gradually forget something sporadically, and then forget more and more... So the picture of that rainy night is like an old photo that is yellowed, cracked, and peeled off, together with the man's face, blur together.

But he doesn't want to forget, because in this world, he is the only one who still remembers that man.

If he forgets too, it's as if that man never existed.

Some people say that a person will experience three deaths in his life.The first is physical death, the heart stops beating.The second time is social death, lying in a coffin and being buried, which means that you have disappeared in this society and lost your social value.The third death is an emotional death. When the last person who remembers you forgets you, it means that you are completely dead, dead clean.

If... I disappear, will there be anyone in the world who will remember my existence, he thought.

"Father, it's raining again." Chu Zihang said softly.

The raindrops crackled on the window, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

On July 2010th, 7, the same as the previous year, the weather was very hot and muggy. I just sent a happy birthday message to Lu Mingfei. Chu Zihang made sure that there was nothing else to do today, so he walked to the basketball court alone.

He used to play center in the city's youth team, and his "father" turned the entire top floor into a basketball court, but Chu Zihang withdrew from the city team after freshman year of high school, and practiced alone all the time.

He was alone on the basketball court, grabbing the basketball with one hand, squatting down, and taking a deep breath.

He moved, dribbling the ball for a layup like a gust of wind, from midfield to one side of the basket.It only took one step! Three-step layup, dunking the ball into the basket, the ball did not land, but fell into Chu Zihang's hands, dribbled the ball to the midfield like lightning, and headed towards the basket on the other side. Layup step by step, like the giant Kuafu chasing the sun with big strides!

The automatic scoreboard is refreshed at a speed unimaginable by ordinary people. In a one-person basketball game, the scores on both sides rise alternately.If someone is watching the game, they will see the silhouette of the red jersey blurred by the speed of running, and the dribbling route is a standard "8" shape.

The sound of the ball hitting the floor was so dense that it was connected together! The scoreboard swiped to "50:50", the ball hit the ground with a "bang", Chu Zihang's sneakers made a "sizzling" sound on the floor, and finally stopped at Center of the field.

Chu Zihang stroked his wet hair with his hands, looked at the scoreboard and nodded, expressing his satisfaction with his performance today, went to the sidelines, picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and held the water bottle high, dumped it.

The water fell from the top of his head, soaking his hair, the water flowed down the cheeks to the neck, made a bend at the collarbone, and flowed straight into the jersey, and the number 11 jersey was soaked even more wet.

With his hair stuck to his forehead, Chu Zihang shook his head, water splashed everywhere.

Putting the towel around his neck, Chu Zihang quickly took off his jersey and went to the bathroom to take his 3-minute shower.Chu Zihang didn't mind that Caesar laughed at his ascetic bathing method.

Adjust your breathing, and slowly lower your heart rate and blood flow.

At this time, he heard Wagt's opera "The Ring of the Nibelung" and the mobile phone sealed in the waterproof bag turned on.

The phone was connected, and a calm male voice came from the opposite side, "Chu Zihang. It's me, Von Schneider. Do you have a pen at hand? Prepare to record."

"Wait for five seconds." Chu Zihang said as he turned off the shower, wiped his hands quickly, and took out the notebook in the drawer of the dresser.

About five seconds later, the voice came again, "Temporary mission of the executive department, number 'exe20100075b', this is a b-level task, the commissioner is you, 'a-level', Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei will assist you. Be sure to Take back the item with the transaction number 'ss-778' before midnight, and you will escort it back to school. Two first-class tickets for tonight's red-eye flight have been booked. You can pick it up directly at the check-in counter at the airport and go through the VIP channel. Items are not allowed to be carried with you Consignment. You are authorized, and all equipment can be used.” Schneider paused, “It’s not necessary, don’t cause casualties.”

"Understood." Chu Zihang tore off a page, folded it and stuffed it into the pocket of his clothes.

Open the closet, pick up the tennis bag from the corner, unzip it and you can see the handle of the tennis racket, Chu Zihang gently holds the handle, and the cold breath goes up his wrist—— Murasame, it is said that after a murder, spring rain will naturally seep out to wash away the bloodstained demon sword.

Opening the door of the room, Chu Zihang heard the laughter of the aunts downstairs. When he walked up the stairs, he saw cans, wine glasses and bottles scattered all over the floor. Chu Zihang frowned.

"It's really messy, can't you ask Aunt Tong to clean it up for you?"

"Zihang Zihang, come and sit with us for a while." An aunt said happily, it was Aunt Anzi, who taught her mother how to make dumplings.

Chu Zihang wore washed blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black tennis bag slung across his shoulders. His hair still smelled of freshly washed sandalwood.

"I asked Aunt Tong to order eel rice and it will be here in a while. The temperature of the air conditioner is too low. The public corridor opposite is careful to run out." Chu Zihang adjusted the temperature while talking.

"The milk is frozen in the refrigerator, remember to ask Aunt Tong to turn it in the microwave, drink it and sleep. I have a party with my high school classmates at noon, play tennis in the afternoon, and go to see the teacher in the evening. I may not come back," Chu Zihang said.

"I know, I know, Zihang is really more nagging than mother." Mother laughed and ruffled Chu Zihang's broken hair.

Taking the keys of 'Dad''s new Panamera, Chu Zihang entered the garage, got in the car, put the tennis bag on the passenger seat, and looked at the vanity mirror behind the sun visor.Chu Zihang took off his black colored contact lenses, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened his eyes, the golden pupils shone fiercely.

"Activate!" he whispered, putting on a pair of dark sunglasses.

The mobile phone is broadcasting the text message from Norma, the executive b007 died, the documents are suspected to have been taken away by the bounty hunter organization, and Lu Mingfei is currently attending a class reunion.

'classmate reunion? "Chu Zihang thought about it, why does his elementary school brother still want to go to the class reunion! ?This time, there is no little witch to save the scene... Then he has to go. If he guessed correctly, Lu Mingfei is probably staying at the party listlessly at this time.

The sun was shining on the front windshield of the car like a waterfall, Chu Zihang let go of the brakes, and the accelerator pedaled to the end, the engine cheered, and the dark blue panameratubo pierced into the sun like a sword.

Chu Zihang guessed correctly, Lu Mingfei was sitting in his seat with his waist bowed, his head downcast, and there was a toilet seat beside him.

He looked at Zhao Menghua showing off his Rolex watch with a cowardly expression.This watch is nothing to my boss, it can't even compare to the price of a pen, Senior Brother Chu even asked if he would like to give him a pen as a birthday present, but he refused, his hand-dog- Climbing characters, there is no need to waste a pen.

Lu Mingfei would not say it out loud, and no one would believe him if he said it out.He silently looked at the pizza, then at Chen Wenwen, who had her hair lowered and was texting...

Chu Zihang was going to open the door and go in, but as a mixed race, his extraordinary hearing made him stand outside the door for a while, then returned to the car and took something.

The waiter heaved a sigh of relief seeing the 'Young Master' who left again, and hurriedly stood beside the car, looking at the car seriously.

"Pay the bill! What to eat? I can't eat anymore! I'll treat you to Italian food in another place at night!"

Chu Zihang heard this sentence outside the door, and then there was the beeping sound of Kassel's universal black card freezing and unable to pay.

"Is your card fake?" After the waiter's voice came, Chu Zihang sighed and pushed the door open.

Lu Mingfei was awkwardly standing among the crowd with a black card in his hand, his appearance was very similar to that of the first day of freedom in school.

"Ri Jiatu, when will the dinner party end? We still have arrangements." Chu Zihang stepped forward and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

"Hey!?" Lu Mingfei turned his head in surprise, while the others looked at him inexplicably.

"Chu Zihang, we are all alumni, don't be restrained." Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses and shook them for a while, then put them on again. The moment he took off his sunglasses, he deliberately lowered his eyelids so that no one could see his eyes.

Then everyone stood up instantly.

Chu Zihang took out a golden Citibank credit card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter beside him, "I'll settle his account."

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and muttered.

"You forgot to report your itinerary to the academy, that's why the black card is frozen, remember to unfreeze it when you go back." Chu Zihang calmly helped the other party out.

"Also, this is the report form of the college that will be executed. I brought your signature pen. Please check and sign it for confirmation, Commissioner Ricardo." Chu Zihang took out a Montegrappa pen from his pocket. People immediately stared at Lu Mingfei, they can't afford Montegrappa fountain pens, but this customized version...

The fountain pen has a pitch-black barrel, a pure gold nib, and silver MR.Lu engraved smoothly and gorgeously on the body of the pen.

Trembling, Lu Mingfei picked up the pen, and signed his name on the document Chu Zihang handed over—the handwriting was so ugly that Lu Mingfei wanted to cover his face.

"It's time to leave." Chu Zihang hung the pen on Lu Mingfei's neckline... He had no pockets on his chest, and then led Lu Mingfei out of the restaurant, into the car, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The author has something to say:

have a fever.

After five years, I finally got a fever

...Why should I say finally.

_(:_」∠)_I feel like I'm drying the wet towel off my head.

But I am still dedicated to update the article!

Although the English speech is not ready yet!Although I haven't written a short essay on modern history!Although there is no medicine!Although there is no meal!

But the author, I am writing more! ! w(?Д?)w I'm so uncomfortable I'm going to sleep Mina-san good night.

Repeat one side again, Jiuzi is married! !

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