The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

Deep winter, heavy snow.

The Sanzhao Cemetery is covered in silver, and on both sides of the path leading to Jinglingyuan, tall pines and cypresses are covered with white snow, and the northwest wind blows, and the snowflakes like flying feathers sprinkle the sky.

In the memorial hall of the largest and most luxurious "Nine Heavens Supreme Dormition Hall" in Jinglingyuan, there is an exquisite and expensive white marble urn on the case, with flowers lined up on both sides.The small band was wearing a straight pure white dress, sitting in the music area in the corner, but everyone's face was a little anxious.

But the one who was most anxious was the master of ceremonies standing at the door. He looked at his watch from time to time, and then at the quiet path outside, his head was dangling like a pendulum. See people looking forward to.

"This time is about to pass." The band leader couldn't help but said, "I said, when will the filial son come? He was late and missed the memorial service. We won't refund the performance fee."

"Wait a minute, there's still a quarter of an hour left before the scheduled time." The master of ceremonies frowned, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch again, his eyes glanced outside the door, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Yo! Here we come!" Turning back, he shouted at the band hand, "Quick, quick! Play the dirge! The dutiful son is coming!"

The mournful and mournful orchestral music sounded leisurely, and solemn and painful expressions immediately appeared on the faces of the band members.The master of ceremonies wiped his face, and the anxiety disappeared, replaced by sincere grief. He stood at the door with his jaw slightly closed, waiting for the "filial son" who came hurriedly outside the door.

In a black suit, black trousers, white shirt, and a neat black woolen coat, the gentle and refined middle-aged man approached with a briefcase, and looked up at the large gold plaque on the door—"Nine Heavens Supreme Rest Hall"— — Sure enough, he walked in.

"My condolences, Mr. Zhou!" The master of ceremonies immediately went up to greet him, holding his right hand tightly with both hands, "We are all very sad that Mr. Zhou has passed away. The deceased has passed away, please take care of your body!"

The middle-aged man's lower eyelids trembled, and he shook hands with him politely: "Thank you for your hard work, please prepare for Mr. Zhou's funeral. My surname is Wen, and I am Mr. Zhou's will lawyer. I am here today to read Mr. Zhou's will... "Looking around in the memorial hall, "Why, Mr. Zhou hasn't come yet?"

"Oh...not yet." The master of ceremonies let go of the lawyer's hand in disappointment, and waved back to the band: "Stop, the master hasn't come yet, this is the will attorney."

The band sullenly stopped playing.The end of the dirge and melody dissipated in the spacious and majestic hall, and even the expression of Mr. Zhou's portrait behind the urn seemed to have lost two points.

"What's going on? Didn't you notify Mr. Zhou?" The lawyer frowned and looked at the time. "The scheduled time is almost over."

"We have notified you. We sent him a letter three days ago, and we called yesterday to confirm the time." The master of ceremonies also had a lawsuit in his head, "Is there any way for you to contact him? This auspicious time is almost over, the deceased Why, the son should come to see me off."

The lawyer sighed indistinctly, turned on the communicator installed on the earlobe of his left ear, dialed the phone, and said to the master of ceremonies: "The relationship between Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou...is a bit special." He squinted his eyes and listened to the music of the answering phone, as if there was something unspeakable.After a while, the brows were tightly frowned, "It's strange, I refused, won't you come..."

At this moment, the roar of the engine suddenly came from a distance, and a few seconds later, the sound came closer, "Boom--", it shook the lonely Jingling Garden, and the surrounding pines and cypresses trembled , The snow fell to the ground.

The lawyer and the master of ceremonies looked at the door at the same time, and saw a very stylish Harley motorcycle galloping towards it, with a pure black body and a metal surface that was particularly conspicuous under the snowy light.Riding on the bike was a tall and thin young man, dressed in black leather, outlining a strong and strong figure, with two long legs straddling the sides of the motorcycle, slender and straight, which made people look sideways.

He rode his locomotive "booming" all the way up the steps, directly into the gate of the "Nine Heavens Supreme Dormition Hall", pinched the brake with his right hand wearing a leather glove, and stopped suddenly between the lawyer and the master of ceremonies.The wheels rubbed against the ground, making a sharp "squeak--".

When the car came to a stop, the man straightened his thin waist, took off his goggles and helmet, revealing a stern and handsome face, and said in a cold and distant voice, "The road is slippery, it's difficult to walk, it's late."

He has a very wild face, dark complexion, thick eyebrows, narrow and long eyeliner, full of rebellious aura, under the narrow and straight nose, thin lips are slightly pursed, bloodless, but not obvious Pale, but a different kind of sexy.His facial features are extremely deep, his eye sockets are especially deep, and his black hair is slightly reddish under the light, so he should be of mixed race.

"You are...Mr. Zhou?" The master of ceremonies was stunned by his cool aura at first, and it was only when the roar of the locomotive engine completely disappeared that he came back to his senses as if he had been struck by electricity, "Can you It's great to have arrived in time! I thought you wouldn't be here due to the heavy snow!" While speaking, he extended his right hand to him, "Hi, I'm the funeral emcee who contacted you earlier."

The man looked at his hand coldly, but he didn't answer. With a "click", he opened the car support with his heel, stood the car, and said in a cold voice, "Hello, I'm Zhou Wei, please plan my father's funeral."

The master of ceremonies withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "It should, it should."

Zhou Wei looked at his watch and got out of the car: "It's getting late, let's start quickly."

You have to come early and we start early!The master of ceremonies sneered secretly, but the expression on his face was still considerate and sincere: "Yes, it is safe to go to the ground. With your own son giving him a ride, Mr. Zhou can rest in peace in the ground."

When Zhou Wei heard the last sentence, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, but he didn't say much, and followed him to the case where the urn was placed.

The band once again played the sad mourning music. Amidst the solemn music, Zhou Wei put on three sticks of incense to his father with a straight face, neither bowed nor kowtowed. One sentence: "Let's go, don't come out to harm others in the next life."

The incense stick was burning faintly, Zhou Wei looked at his father through the light blue smoke, the portrait of Mr. Zhou seemed to be looking at him too, the father and son watched silently through life and death, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

After the last note of the sad music was played, the lingering sound slowly dissipated, Zhou Wei pursed his lips and said, "That's it."

"Ah?" The master of ceremonies was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was speaking to himself, and hurriedly said, "Yes, the burial is next, if you are in a hurry, our funeral company will take care of all the follow-up matters for you, don't worry As he thought of something, he took out a black velvet box from his pocket, "By the way, this is for you. This is a columbarium diamond made for Mr. Zhou. We asked the best designer to make the shape. Star, classic and elegant, you keep it as a souvenir."

Zhou Wei looked at the box in his hand, clenched and loosened it with his right hand, and finally took it: "Thank you." After a pause, he asked again, "Have you paid yet?"

"It's been paid, it's been paid." The master of ceremonies said, "Mr. Zhou made an appointment with us about his funeral through the Internet ten days ago, and settled all the payments in advance, including the cost of the ashes and diamonds."

Zhou Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed his daring father into his trouser pocket: "That's good, I'm leaving."

"All right, you're busy with your work." The master of ceremonies grinned with a toothache. People in this line of work have seen many tragedies in the world, but it's the first time I've seen a father being despised by his own son like this...

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Zhou." The will lawyer stopped Zhou Wei. With the lessons learned from the master of ceremonies, he didn't reach out this time, but just owed him, "I am Mr. Zhou Yi, Mr. Zhou's lawyer. He wrote a will and asked me to hand it over to you in person after his death."

Zhou Wei said "Oh" and rolled his eyes: "I just said, how could the old man have relatives and friends to attend the funeral? It turned out to be a lawyer."

The lawyer wiped his forehead in embarrassment, opened his briefcase and handed him a folder.Zhou Wei stared at the folder, as if there was something poisonous and dirty in it, and took it reluctantly after a long time: "What does he want to say to me?"

"You can open it and have a look." The lawyer's expression was a little subtle.

Zhou Wei opened the folder, lowered his eyes and scanned it for three seconds, suddenly became furious, and threw the folder viciously on the ground: "Fuck it! I knew he would never let me go! He didn't even pay for the funeral in advance!" Let me pay it back for him! Who does he think he is? How can he be so big?!"

If he really didn't sing, he would become a blockbuster. His originally deep and indifferent voice was like a roar of dragons and tigers when his anger was over the top, shaking the mourning hall to "buzz".The master of ceremonies was taken aback by him, and even the lawyer took a step back.

"680!" Zhou Wei's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he roared, "680 in gold is heavier than him! Whoever loves this money will pay it back, I don't have it!" Stepping on two feet, staring at the lawyer, "Has the credit center lost its mind? How can a person like him overdraw so much money?"

"This... I don't know very well." The lawyer was terrified by the terrifying aura emanating from his body, and said nervously, "Anyway, Mr. Zhou asked me to tell you that you are not his biological son. Your real father is someone else, and his identity is very, very special. Before he died, he wrote down the mystery of your life experience and sealed it in the bank safe. You can only pay off the 680 million credit card overdraft for him to open."

"I! No! I need it! I want it!" Zhou Wei yelled word by word, spraying the lawyer's face with saliva, "I have survived for more than 20 years without a father or a mother, and I even wiped his ass for half of my life! Now I can't bear it." He's dead, do I need another rope to hang myself? I've had enough! I don't need a father, it doesn't matter if it's a real father or a scumbag like him!"

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou said that this matter is very important to you." The lawyer stepped back and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face. "He said that if you miss this truth, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."

"The thing I regret the most in my life is that I didn't sever the father-son relationship with him earlier!" Zhou Wei interrupted him violently, took out the velvet box containing his father from his pocket and threw it on the desk, "Eight arrows and eight hearts? A father like him is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart! Goodbye!"

The young man in a runaway state rode away on a cool Harley motorcycle.The lawyer sighed, picked up the folder on the floor and stuffed it back into the briefcase.The master of ceremonies picked up the velvet box on the urn, looked at Mr. Zhou's portrait in confusion, and muttered: "I can't, this looks like it was poured out of a mold, how could it not be my own? Could it be to deceive my son to give me the urn?" Did he pay his credit card?"

This father and son are really... The master of ceremonies couldn't help but have a little understanding of Zhou Wei's anti-human attitude before, and handed the box to the lawyer: "You should keep this ashes diamond for him, maybe he will come to you one day .”

The lawyer smiled wryly: "I hope so."