Chapter 143 Kyushu

When he returned to Laojing Lane, Lu Mingfei was still thinking about the appearance of the network administrator girl.

Before being discharged from the hospital, he went to see Xiang Ya.

In the ward, the girl sat quietly on the bed, looking out the window. Lu Mingfei could see her pale profile in the sun, with an expression as clean as a baby's.

She hasn't spoken for four days.

According to doctors, it seems that severe psychological trauma and mental stimulation caused amnesia.

Girls need to re-establish their understanding of themselves.

This is a long and arduous project.

And all on her own.

No one knows how long this will take.

Maybe one day.

Maybe a year.

Perhaps, longer.

But what is inspiring is that just yesterday, when Lu Mingfei woke up for the first time.

Xiang Ya spoke.

"painting……"

she says.

"painting……"

The doctor who rushed over listened patiently.

"Okay, okay."

He said.

"Do you want to draw?"

So the girl got a drawing board and a pen.

But she didn't start writing after getting the tool.

I just stared at the drawing board in a daze for a long time.

No matter who spoke to her, they were silent.

She closed herself off again.

Lu Mingfei couldn't describe his specific mood at the moment.

It's not that there's not enough strength.

But miss it.

Missing it is a mistake.

He learned from Chu Zihang that Changmao had come to see him.

During that time, he was sleeping due to suppressing Norton.

Now that I think about it, the boy was probably the first to discover that the painter was the Man with a Thousand Faces.

He also thought about asking for help.

Lu Mingfei noticed that there were witness records of several police officers in the information.

They once spotted a suspicious figure at the door of the police station.

It was confirmed that the man was Changmao.

He appeared to have attempted to seek help from the police.

But in the end it was settled.

What was this man thinking at that time?

Why did he leave after arriving at the door of the police station?

Lu Mingfei looked at the police's description of Changmao, closed his eyes, and imagined what he looked like at that time.

He stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time, until the police looked in his direction and fled in a hurry.

Yes.

The point is here.

Flee in despair.

What kind of person would run away from the police?

Guilty people.

It is estimated that this is Changmao's understanding of himself.

Lu Mingfei recalled Chang Mao's behavior in the Internet cafe in the girl's memory.

It seems now.

He must be giving up on himself.

What if, if I didn't sleep during those days?

Lu Mingfei thought about it more than once.

Then he would set up a stall and sell calligraphy on Ziyang Street every morning.

Shaggy will find himself too.

Nothing will happen.

Maybe, maybe.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Maybe he can also bridge the gap between boys and girls, but not necessarily.

But there is no possibility.

Lu Mingfei remembered the last record in the Changmao information.

That was a conversation between the head of the execution department and Chu Zihang about this person.

Minister: I noticed that you mentioned a person in your report. He was the first to identify Qianmian and sneaked into the safe house alone. He provided decisive information for us to subsequently determine the specific location of the safe house.

Chu Zihang: Well, his name is Changmao.

Minister: Very good. He has shown excellent observation and action skills and is an excellent executive department specialist.

Minister: However, I did not find the commissioner codenamed Changmao on the action list. Did you make an error in your record?

Chu Zihang: He is not a commissioner.

Minister: A strange hybrid?

Chu Zihang: He is not a mixed race.

Minister: Well, what do you mean?

Chu Zihang: He is an ordinary person.

Chu Zihang: No bloodline.

Chu Zihang: Not a mixed race.

Chu Zihang: An ordinary ordinary person.

About two minutes of blank time.

Minister: That’s right.

After reading this call record between the head of the execution department and Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei suddenly wanted to laugh.

Not that it was disrespectful to the dead.

Mainly, mainly.

He was thinking.

Why does one have to be a mixed race if they have long hair?

Lu Mingfei thought that Norton was the only one who was arrogant.

After meeting Qianmian, I found that he was the same.

Later, I read this record.

Lu Mingfei finally understood.

No matter Qian Mian or the head of the executive department.

A little bit similar.

What do ordinary people mean to them?

Maybe nothing.

…………

Lu Mingfei did not return to the house he rented.

He went straight to the building opposite.

Under the shade of the trees at the door, the elders are playing chess.

Shouting and screaming, it’s so lively.

Lu Mingfei passed by.

"Hey, the path!"

The landlord pointed the cattail leaf fan at him and smiled.

"Long time no see. What are you busy with?"

"I have something to do. You are playing chess."

Lu Mingfei smiled. Just as he was about to walk in, he was stopped by the uncle again.

"You must have gone to the wrong door."

He pointed behind Lu Mingfei.

"Your room is over there."

"Nope."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I'm going to my friend's house to help pack things."

"Hey, Xiaolu, you still have friends living here."

The landlord looked up at the building. The sunflowers on the top floor were drooping, looking listless.

"Where do you live? What a coincidence, this building also belongs to you and me."

"Just the attic."

Lu Mingfei also squinted his eyes and looked up.

"The one with the sunflowers."

He didn't know until now.

It turned out to be the man in the attic opposite.

Just long hair.

"attic?"

Uncle, what are you talking about?

However, the old man happily drinking mineral water on the side intervened.

"Isn't that your nephew who lives there?"

Several old men laughed.

"It's just that you're being sentimental. It's not certain whether this young man recognizes you as my uncle!"

"nephew!"

"Don't look at me. Staring is useless. Let me tell you, if you stare again, I will keep this bottle for myself and see what you give to that nephew!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He didn't understand what the old men said.

The landlady's nephew.

It is said that a talented person arranged a blind date for the nephew.

Is it long hair?

"That's a small road."

The uncle smiled sheepishly.

"Don't listen to their nonsense about being a nephew but not a nephew."

"I think that young man is a nice guy and a good boy. It's such a pity. I'll help him as much as I can."

"What a nephew, hey, just think I'm farting, don't take it seriously."

Lu Mingfei twitched his lips and nodded.

He suddenly understood.

There are so many houses under my uncle’s name.

Are you really so frugal that you don’t even want to part with a plastic bottle?

Not necessarily.

Now that I think about it, it seems that the uncle collected these plastic bottles for Shaggy.

Lu Mingfei thought of the sunflowers planted in plastic bottles outside the attic.

He also remembered that day when he was renting a house, the uncle pointed his eyes triumphantly.

"I rely on this to rent a house!"

"You can spot the good guys and the bad guys at a glance!"

Yes, yes.

Shaggy guy, he already lost his ID card.

"That's a small road."

The uncle inquired.

"What about that young man? Do you know where he has been recently?"

"he……"

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips.

Laughed very hard.

"He got a job."

"There is a job!"

The uncle nodded repeatedly.

"That's good! That's good!"

Lu Mingfei dragged his steps into the building.

Go online step by step.

Insert the key, turn, and open the door.

A narrow room comes into view.

This is where Shaggy lives.

Lu Mingfei walked inside.

Pack up the relics, pack up the relics.

He opened the cupboard.

A mountain of audio tapes.

A large radio sat on a chipped wooden table.

There is also a tape playback function.

This is probably the most expensive piece of furniture in the room.

Lu Mingfei put in the tape and pressed play.

The needle is turned on, and there is a buzzing noise from the speaker.

Lu Mingfei sat silently at the wooden table.

He heard a boy's voice.

"March 19th, the weather is fine."

"Xiaoya, I see you."

"You've changed a lot."

"Almost unrecognizable."

The boy smiled softly.

he continued.

"Do you still remember the love letter I wrote overnight after I made you angry?"

"I know the reality is cruel."

“Also know that life is a jerk.”

"But I like you."

"What I like is that one person's thousands of troops will crush the lonely night, the lonely long street, the empty street, fight thousands of miles, and then see you."

The boy smiled again.

"Look, how pretentious it is."

"There's nothing we can do."

"If you like it, you just like it."

"I know that animals like humans forget easily."

"Love is just a fleeting spark, it flashes for a moment and then disappears."

"But."

"I want to have undying love."

"I want to love someone forever."

I "want to use my thoughts as fire to trek through the long, cold night."

"Life is long."

The boy let out a long sigh.

"How can I live without you?"

"Snapped!"

Lu Mingfei silently pressed stop.

There are many more tapes like this in the cabinet.

No need to listen.

Lu Mingfei knew that these were all words spoken by boys to girls.

He lowered his head and placed his hand on the bulky tape recorder.

His face was deathly calm.

A figure in black armor appeared beside him.

A scarred hand was placed on Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

"I won't despair."

Lu Mingfei said.

"because of you."

He raised his head to see Yama.

"But how sad should you be?"

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago.

That was the first year after he became a demon.

It was also the first year after the death of my junior sister.

Lu Mingfei massacred a group of people.

He sat alone among the ruins.

It is a rare state of sobriety.

Lu Mingfei began to remember.

Recalling his past with his junior sister and master.

After being possessed by the devil, he wanted nothing more than revenge.

The meaning of living is only memories.

Suddenly someone came towards him.

Lu Mingfei knew who it was.

Little emperor.

By the way, he was just a general at that time.

Even if he goes crazy, no matter how powerful he is.

No one can really hide their tracks.

If it hadn't been for the little emperor secretly handling the whole situation over the past year, Lu Mingfei, who was unconscious after being possessed by the devil, would have been surrounded and killed long ago. How could he still be alive today, let alone talking about revenge.

The little emperor sat down opposite him.

"Drink some plum wine."

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei took the wine bag he threw and left five bright red fingerprints on it.

is blood.

"are you OK?"

"Can't die."

The little emperor seemed to have something to say, so he finally gave it up and just drank with Lu Mingfei, sip after sip.

After a long time.

"It's time for you to go."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I want to kill someone."

"Obsessed."

The little emperor pondered for a long time.

"I have a method at hand that can help you slay your inner demons. What do you think?"

"No need."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I haven't killed enough yet."

The little emperor looked straight into his eyes.

"Sir, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Lu Mingfei knew that the gentleman mentioned by the little emperor was the master.

"Want to hear your story, sir?"

"Um."

The little emperor looked into the distance and fell into memories.

"You know, in troubled times, human life is worthless."

"Fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes."

"Today I killed everyone for a secret book."

"Tomorrow I will kill for the magic weapon."

"This is just to treat people in the world who are also warriors."

"As for the common people who are not familiar with martial arts."

The little emperor sneered.

"No one collects the body even if it's dead."

"But sir, it's different."

"He is different from all warriors."

"Mr. Him."

The little emperor paused and showed an expression that was either a smile or a mockery.

"He gives money when he eats."

"He takes refuge and does not kill anyone."

"I will also take action against warriors for common people who are not familiar with martial arts."

The little emperor shook his head.

"He's really different."

"I still remember what sir said."

"As long as there are skills, everyone can practice martial arts, who is nobler than others?"

He looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Do you know why sir is being hunted?"

"Why?"

"Ah."

The little emperor chuckled.

"Because he teaches martial arts to ordinary people."

"There's no filtering."

"No gold or silver will be accepted."

"There are no rules."

"As long as someone wants to learn, he will teach."

“It doesn’t look at talent, it doesn’t look at qualifications, it doesn’t look at understanding.”

"If you want to learn, he will teach you."

"Maybe you don't understand."

The little emperor said with an incomprehensible expression.

"But the truth is actually very simple."

"If everyone could practice martial arts."

"Then where do warriors come from to be so superior?"

"Don't look at this sect or that sect in the Jianghu. It seems that there are many mountains and they are very difficult to deal with."

"But they all adhere to the rules of a warrior."

"When recruiting disciples, there must be a threshold."

, "It's still the same truth."

"If everyone in the world can practice martial arts and everyone is a martial artist, wouldn't they have to pay for food?"

"But, Brother Lu."

The little emperor said puzzledly.

"Eat and give money."

"Stay here, don't kill anyone."

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

"Sir wants to change all that."

"He failed."

The little emperor's eyes were burning.

"Then I'll do it."

"I want everyone in this world to practice martial arts!"

"I'm going to bring down all those guys who are on top!"

"I want to fulfill my husband's last wish!"

"I want everyone to be like a dragon."

His every word is sonorous and can shake mountains.

"Brother Lu."

the little emperor asked.

"Can you help me?"

He stood up and made prostrations.

"Brother Lu, please help me."

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, clarity and chaos mixed together, like two armies facing each other, charging and killing each other.

Miraculously, the scarlet color receded and the clarity returned.

"You said, there is a way to kill gods?"

The little emperor was overjoyed.

"Exactly, it can help people get rid of their inner demons."

He gritted his teeth and said again.

"I won't hide it from Brother Lu, this method is very dangerous, it can be said that there are nine deaths..."

Lu Mingfei raised his hand to interrupt.

He looked calmly in the direction of Iron Stone Mountain.

"Just die."

He said.

"But I will live."

"If this is Master's wish."

"This time."

He closed his eyes.

"I won't let him down again."

…………

Attic room.

Lu Mingfei and Yan Luo sat opposite each other.

The reason why he said he would not despair.

Just because when Lu Mingfei was in despair, there was still Yama.

His despair will be borne by Yama alone.

So it should be said.

As Lu Mingfei's inner demon was born out of complete despair.

From a certain perspective.

He is Lu Mingfei who is completely desperate.

The little emperor once wondered why Lu Mingfei, after more than 20 years of hard work, still had the same young mind as before.

The answer is actually very simple.

Because of Yama.

Lu Mingfei was someone who walked in the sun. He talked nonsense and laughed all day long. He was like a big boy from the neighbor's house. He made people subconsciously want to rely on him. He was the kind of person who when you got into trouble and had no choice but to go to him in the end, he would be there. A big brother type person who rubs your hair and says, "What? I'll take care of this little thing."

Yama is different.

Yama is lonely and desperate.

No one would want to get close to him.

He was covered in blood.

His own blood, and the blood of others.

The Yama in front of Lu Mingfei at this moment is just an illusion.

An illusion that only he could see.

Hei Jia said nothing.

But his existence was to tell Lu Mingfei clearly.

It's time for you to leave your despair to me.

I know, I know.

He said to Yama.

"That's right, let me think about it again."

"Remember that girl who saved enough money and wanted to go home and open a supermarket?"

Lu Mingfei twisted his lips.

"She's dead too."

"So does Shaggy."

"Thousand Faces."

"Mongrel."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I'm thinking, Yama."

"Say, if Changmao has martial arts."

"Will he die again?"

"If that girl also practices martial arts."

"Will she die again?"

"If only ordinary people could practice martial arts."

"Hybrid, dragon."

"Why are they so superior?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"So, I want to spread military force all over the world."

"Everyone is like a dragon."

Lu Mingfei laughed again.

"No."

"Everyone slays the dragon."

…………

Hospital, ward.

The doctors and nurses looked at the girl nervously.

Half an hour ago, she had been writing on the drawing board with a pen in hand.

Finally, the girl stopped.

They looked carefully.

On the drawing board is a blue sea.

and a red-roofed cabin by the sea.

Strangely, there are footprints extending into the distance on the beach next to the cabin.

Two sets of footprints.

The girl laughed quietly.

"I want to open a store."

"Any store."

"As long as..."

"and……"

She's stuck.

Tears fell down.

the girl asked the doctor in confusion.

she says.

“Can one person open a store?”

…………

"name?"

"No need to carve."

"Where's your birth date?"

"No need."

"You have a wordless monument!"

"almost."

Lu Mingfei pointed to his head and said with a smile.

"The words on the monument are all here."

Lu Mingfei put down sunflowers in front of Changmao's grave.

He and Chu Zihang stared at the wordless tombstone.

It's raining.

Chu Zihang opened his umbrella.

"Thank you, senior."

Lu Mingfei said.

"No."

Chu Zihang nodded.

They walked back in the rain.

"By the way, Senior Chu."

"Tell me something."

Lu Mingfei smiled warmly.

"Practice martial arts with me!"

"Practice martial arts?"

Chu Zihang frowned.

Before he refused, Lu Mingfei came closer and whispered in Chu Zihang's ear.

"If you don't practice martial arts, you will die."

…………

This is an important and special day.

Not because tomorrow is the college entrance examination.

It's because the kendo class of the Children's Palace officially changed its name today.

All the students came.

There are even some new faces.

For example, a boy with an expressionless face.

Teacher Wang felt extremely complicated when he saw Chu Zihang.

A year ago they were teachers and students.

Now we are brothers.

Life is so fickle.

Shaking his head, he found Lu Mingfei and confirmed with him the process of the ceremony.

The door, which originally had a sign for the kendo class, was now covered with a red cloth, waiting for the ceremony to begin, and was unveiled by Lu Mingfei himself.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Lu Mingfei clicked and voted.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Doudou, this way, this way!"

he greeted.

At the end of the corridor, a little girl in red clothes walked towards him with bold steps.

The little girl was carrying a big schoolbag, swaying every step, blinking her big black eyes, looking left and right, her eyes full of curiosity.

Hearing the familiar voice, the little girl turned her head, and when she saw Lu Mingfei, her fleshy face burst into laughter, and she ran over so fast that her little shoes almost flew away.

"Big brother!"

Doudou called him excitedly.

Lu Mingfei squatted down.

"When brother is finished, I will take you to play in the children's palace, okay?"

"Um!"

Doudou nodded vigorously.

This little man seemed to suddenly remember something.

I saw her putting down her schoolbag in a hurry and taking things out with a squeaking sound.

Lu Mingfei was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized.

He remembered that Doudou had said that he had a gift for him not long ago.

Probably earthworms...

He thought dumbfounded.

But the next second, he was stunned.

"Clang!"

Doudou held up the gift.

"Flower!"

"Beautiful Huahua!"

"It's the earthworms Doudou dug up with his hard work and exchanged them with the good brother for the flowers!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the sunflowers planted in plastic bottles.

My heart felt empty, as if a piece was missing.

"Did you exchange it with the good brother?"

"yes!"

Doudou smiled softly.

"Good brother!"

Lu Mingfei laughed.

Tears fell down.

"Brother is a good man, yes, he is a good man!"

"He is a good guy!"

"Whoever dares to say it's not him will be killed by me!"

Doudou scratched his fleshy face, making the little man panic.

"Brother don't cry, brother don't cry!"

She was so anxious that she raised the sunflower.

"Huahua will protect you!"

Lu Mingfei burst into laughter.

"Yeah yeah."

"Huahua will protect me!"

"Huahua will protect me!"

He kept wiping his tears.

Someone handed me a tissue.

"Thank you, senior."

Lu Mingfei said dullly.

"Um."

Chu Zihang patted his shoulder.

"My brother."

Lu Mingfei took the sunflower with both hands.

He let out a long breath.

He said to Doudou.

"Stop crying."

Doudou's worried little look turned cloudy and clear in an instant, revealing a big smiling face. The child's smile seemed to be contagious, making people feel better after seeing it, and they also laughed together.

"Doudou, can you do me a favor?"

"Okay!"

This is a day destined to be remembered in history.

Lu Mingfei picked up Doudou.

The little girl grabbed the red cloth with both hands and pulled it down.

She turned a page in history like this.

A new chapter begins to be written.

Heroes, heroes, dreams, struggles, burning youth, the highest honor.

as well as.

Martial arts.

Chu Zihang, who was a guest photographer, captured this scene.

In the photo, Doudou’s little fleshy face is smiling brightly.

Lu Mingfei, who was holding her, raised his head.

Staring at the new name of the martial arts class.

Its for.

"Kyushu"

PS: Six thousand words, written until eleven o'clock.

This volume is over.

It's a complete story.

Maybe there will be a closing remarks tomorrow at noon, maybe not.

The text will be updated at 8pm tomorrow.

Currently adding more cards: 20

PS: Six thousand words, written until eleven o'clock.

This volume is over.

It's a complete story.

Maybe there will be a closing remarks tomorrow at noon, maybe not.

The text will be updated at 8pm tomorrow.

Currently adding more cards: 20