Chapter 341 Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang

"Okay, let's go back."

Lu Mingfei said.

Chu Zihang pushed the shopping cart with one hand and took out his wallet with the other hand. This supermarket supports card swiping. He took out the card with two slender fingers and closed the wallet. Several girls in the shelves next to them pretended to be concentrating on selecting, blushing and shaking their heads. They gathered together and whispered.

"Tsk, tsk."

Lu Mingfei smacked his lips.

"Senior, have you ever considered making a debut?"

"Debut?"

"Yeah, I think your face is a guarantee of box office. Everything has been thought out for you, just Killer. When the time comes, you don't have to do anything. Just stand in front of the camera with Desert Eagle and Murasame. There will definitely be success. A large number of girls came to support me."

"Sounds like a cowherd."

"Cowherd?"

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei. The confusion on the Lu Master's face was not fake.

"I was reading some books in Japan recently, and they mentioned the profession of cowherds. They provide emotional value to lonely women in order to make a profit."

Lu Mingfei's expression became subtle.

Doudou blinked her bright eyes and looked at him, then at Chu Zihang, her little head turned and turned, but unfortunately she couldn't hear anything. When Chu Zihang started to introduce, she reached out and covered the little girl's ears. She pulled it open twice, but without pulling it away, she could only look left and right curiously.

"It doesn't sound like a serious career."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei again, his eyes seemed a little complicated.

"Contrary to what you thought, Cowherd mainly provides emotional value, companionship and listening. They have strict work boundaries, well, but..."

Chu Zihang pondered.

"The existence of boundaries is worrying. There are huge risks after breaking the boundaries, but at the same time there are matching benefits. From a realistic point of view, the situation you think of is not impossible to happen."

Lu Mingfei had a dull face.

"Well, senior, let's just have a normal chat. Don't be too serious. To be honest, I'm a little panicked."

"Um."

Lu Mingfei changed the topic.

"Senior, why are you suddenly looking at Japanese information?"

"It'll come in handy."

Chu Zihang's voice was very low.

"If the school relaxes information control, our business will sweep all over the world. There are fulcrums for radiation in Europe, North America, and the Far East. Only in Japan, it is still blank."

"That being said, it does make sense."

Lu Mingfei agreed.

Chu Zihang's authority is not enough to have access to Kassel's martial arts campus plan, but the truth of many things can be analyzed from clues. In the previous paragraph, Chu Zihang's business was to promote martial arts, Kassel Both the headquarters and the Peking University Preparatory Class have established Kyushu branches. Europe and North America are Kassel's radiation areas, and there are preparatory classes and children's palaces in the Far East. Looking at Kassel's sphere of influence, the only blank space is Japan.

It seems that Lu Mingfei was planning to send instructors to Japan and Peking University preparatory classes respectively, and the candidates were Chu Zihang and Ling, but Angers vetoed the proposal. There seemed to be something in the Japanese branch that made Principal Cassell also quite... Something to care about.

But now, Kassel has completed a comprehensive upgrade of the execution department. This place is all under Kassel's own power. It is the shield and spear of the contemporary secret party. Some mixed-race warriors are stationed around the world, and some form a standing force to stay behind. Ser's headquarters, aside from practicing martial arts on weekdays, once needed, the warrior specialists will turn into sharp blades that can cut off everything.

This is also Cassell’s confidence in letting go of information control.

Chu Zihang was keenly aware of Cassel's plan for the Japanese branch, so he read relevant information and prepared for future actions.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei had to admire Chu Zihang's vision, but wait, what kind of information did the senior look at, and why was there a cowherd?

They lined up at the checkout counter, filled three large bags and took out small tickets.

"that is……"

There was a small table next to the door with a red banner hanging on it. Lu Mingfei didn't care about anything else. His eyes just fell on those two words.

"lottery"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head thoughtfully, jumping up and down, and looked at him strangely, with a puzzled expression on his little fleshy face.

"receipt."

"One ticket is drawn once, here."

"OK."

Lu Mingfei squatted down and told Doudou.

"From now on, it's all up to you!"

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou nodded seriously with a small face.

Although she actually didn't know what this was going to do, it felt like it was very powerful.

Chu Zihang watched silently. Although the purchase was not worth the money for him. After all, the highest prize was a free purchase. However, Chu Zihang had no intention of urging him. More than once, he felt that Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi had something to do with each other. They have similar qualities, the value is not important, the important thing is fun. Obviously you can go to the doll store, but Xia Mi prefers the claw machine in the mall, where you scream and scream, but girl, what do you have to scream about? Yes, you succeed every time you catch it. Others are just playing. You are here to purchase goods. Didn’t you see that the boss next to you turned green?

Maybe Lu Mingfei is like this too. In fact, he never thought about winning the lottery. After all, the probability is too low. Lu Mingfei enjoys the lottery process itself and the interaction with the children. How innocent and cute...

"The special prize is free of charge. Please help me redeem it. Thank you."

Lu Mingfei said to the staff.

Chu Zihang:......

The staff looked like they had seen a ghost.

I don't know how many people around looked over. They poked their heads to see what the so-called only special prize in the audience looked like.

The staff member almost didn't catch the lottery ticket. He looked at it carefully three times, then looked at the three pockets in Chu Zihang's hand, took a deep breath, and called the manager.

The manager looked at the lottery ticket three times, then looked at the three pockets in Chu Zihang's hand, and called the supervisor.

The supervisor is worthy of being a supervisor. He is a person who has seen big scenes. He found that more and more customers were watching, so he made a decisive decision, paid cash on the spot, and enthusiastically invited him to take a photo. However, Chu Zihang refused. Originally, the supervisor wanted to fight for it. But with Chu Zihang's handsome face in this chapter, which is between a killer and an assassin, he can only hold it in his stomach and cannot say it out.

After withdrawing the money, Lu Mingfei and Doudou smiled happily. They walked out happily. How can I describe this feeling? Although the money is not a lot, this kind of happiness, which is similar to eating a Bawang meal, is simply addictive. .

"This is your reward!"

Doudou held a red ticket and smiled widely.

"Put it away. Remember to tell mom when you get back."

"Uh-huh!"

Doudou nodded vigorously.

Lu Mingfei touched her hair gently. Silly child, with the existence of a creature like mother, you will never have a small treasury, hahahaha!

They went home happily.

In the evening, Lu Mingfei borrowed the courtyard of Chu Zihang's house, laid out the four treasures of his study, pressed down the paperweight, and added ink to his pen. During this process, Xin also became quiet.

Chu Zihang was sitting on the lawn in Panxi, with Cun Yu, who was always with him, in his arms. It was natural to have Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year. Usually, their family would get them from the masters of the local calligraphy association. This year, because Lu Mingfei was here, he said that he missed himself. Write, Chu Zihang nodded affirmatively, Su Xiaoyan also wanted to see the skills of this classmate Lu, as for Chu Zihang’s cheap father, he is a business machine who only knows how to make money, Lu Mingfei always does this when he comes to Chu Zihang’s house It's been many days, and I haven't seen him at all. He seems to be not interested in anything else except making money. Things like Spring Festival couplets were posted by Chu Zihang in the past, and he was only responsible for bringing back the best ones.

Lu Mingfei wrote on a few pieces of paper and slowly regained his touch. He hadn't written calligraphy for a while.

Putting the white rice paper aside and replacing it with a couplet paper with a red background, Lu Mingfei hung his wrists for a long time, maintaining this posture and contemplating.

Murasame hummed. Chu Zihang lowered his head and listened. He had already started to raise a sword. Chunyu was transforming from a mortal soldier to spiritual energy, but not to the extent of having the ability to think logically. He should be regarded as a magic weapon. Now Murasame cannot think. , and has no ability to express emotions. It only responds to powerful breaths, similar to the stress response of animals.

As for the person who triggered Murasame's reaction, no need to think too much, it was Lu Mingfei.

Chu Zihang pressed the hilt of the sword, and the buzzing of the village rain disappeared. He looked at Lu Mingfei. At that moment, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes. Those eyes changed from the gentle and harmless ones of the past. The thunder split the black and white, and his His eyes were sharp.

When Lu Mingfei started writing, the strokes of his pen were thunderous. He concentrated for such a long time, but the success was achieved in just a moment.

He put down his pen.

Chu Zihang exhaled. Only then did he realize that he had subconsciously held his breath before.

Lu Mingfei looked at his words for a long time, then shook his head.

I casually swept the couplet aside, clearing an open space, and meditated while studying the ink.

Chu Zihang quietly put away the scraps and laid them aside neatly, waiting for them to dry.

He knows very little about calligraphy, but even so, he can still see how extraordinary these words are. The concept of beauty is contained in everything in the world. You can't describe it with words. Even if you try to describe it, it will only be biased in the end. In the final analysis The concept of beauty itself is a perceptual existence, and perceptuality is opposed to rationality. It has no standards, but it is right there, if you see, hear, or think about it, and feel it is beautiful, it is beauty.

Therefore, even if Chu Zihang didn't understand calligraphy, the moment he saw these words, he clearly felt that they were beautiful.

But these are waste manuscripts.

This was not the first time he saw Lu Mingfei's name. Chu Zihang suddenly recalled that it seemed that, no, that was half a year ago, when he followed the traces of the dangerous hybrid Thousand Faces to this city. The contacting senior brother obtained Qianmian's crime information, and the calligraphy left at the scene was written by Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei swept away the scraps again, frowned, and was about to study the ink, when he saw someone was already there.

"I come."

Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei smiled. The next second, he didn't know what he thought of. He stopped talking and pursed his lips.

"Senior, don't you think there's something weird?"

"Um?"

In the end, Lu Mingfei didn't say the idiom "red sleeves add fragrance". Forget it, it's a good thing for the seniors to help with ink grinding. They would start fighting directly after a while. It's not that Lu Mingfei was afraid of being beaten, it was just hard to give. Su Xiaoyan explained that when Chu Zihang's mother comes home tomorrow, only ruins will remain in the courtyard that was fine yesterday, which will probably leave a deep impression on Su Xiaoyan.

But it’s true that no one has been grinding ink for him for a long time. The last time, it should be in Kyushu. Well, no, it seems that the little devil has done the same thing.

Shaking his head and thinking no more, Lu Mingfei devoted himself to calligraphy again.

He wrote a lot that night. Chu Zihang polished his ink for him, until the sky was filled with stars, and in the dead of night, Lu Mingfei stopped writing and told Chu Zihang that this was it, and Chu Zihang cleaned up the scraps.

Before going to bed, Chu Zihang asked him what kind of words he wanted after so many useless words.

Lu Mingfei thought for a while.

"I don't know either."

He scratched his head.

This kind of answer that made people angry upon hearing it was thanks to Chu Zihang's good temper, otherwise Lu Mingfei would probably have looked down on him.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the door of his room.

"I just feel a little bit off. If I write more, maybe it will work."

"Um."

Chu Zihang said good night, and the two of them entered their rooms respectively.

What kind of words do I want?

Lu Mingfei was thinking about this issue himself.

He opened the scrap manuscript and looked at it. He could see the silver hook and the iron stroke, and he was deeply impressed by the three points of the wood. A feeling of fighting and fighting came to his face.

This is the spirit of the man who once served as a general in Kyushu, and he used calligraphy as a carrier to present it on paper.

He also used this to write the four words "Suppressing Prison Mansion Lord".

Why didn't I feel it then, but now I feel something is wrong?

What went wrong?

Lu Mingfei fell asleep with doubts.

Breakfast was made by Chu Zihang. Lu Mingfei was still in a daze over his scrap manuscript. Su Xiaoyan didn't come back all night and didn't come back in the morning. It seemed that she had gone all night with her little sisters and she probably wasn't awake yet. .

Chu Zihang has never worried about Su Xiaoyan's safety. She has said that she is a woman with a good life. She does not need to think about anything. There are already people to help her think carefully. Chu Zihang's cheap dad sent people to guard Su Xiaoyan around the clock. The cost of this was very high, but he didn't care. Su Xiaoyan thought that she was safe wherever she went, thought that bad guys only existed in novels and TV, and thought that the world was as beautiful as a fairy tale, but how could that be possible? Reality is reality. The reason why Su Xiaoyan feels beautiful is because of someone's protection, so she is a woman with a good life.

Chu Zihang picked up the steamer, a drawer of custard buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks. He took off his apron and placed them on the table one by one.

"time to eat."

"okay."

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses, moved his nose, and laughed.

"As expected of a senior, his craftsmanship is really good."

"Actually, cooking and fighting are the same."

Chu Zihang briefly said a few words about his thoughts.

Lu Mingfei nodded, taking one custard bun in each mouthful.

Occasionally take a sip of soy milk and continue eating steamed buns.

Suddenly, he made a move.

Chu Zihang saw Lu Mingfei staring straight into the air, seeming to be mumbling something in a place where there was nothing, but the voice was too low to be heard clearly even with his hearing.

"Yes!"

Lu Mingfei laughed, put down the half-eaten custard bun, rushed up to the second floor, and came down with the four treasures of the study from last night, and found a table to put them down.

Chu Zihang still didn't know what was happening, so he walked over and helped spread paper and grind ink.