Chapter 141 Lu Mingfei Wakes up (Additional Update for Helm: Burning Paradox)

The girl decided to leave.

She took the late-night train alone to a strange city.

In the waiting hall, with her feet raised in salute, she calmly looked at her phone, brightening the screen over and over again.

No one said anything about his departure.

But he would know it.

the girl thought.

You should know.

That boy always surprises her again and again.

Never disappoints.

It's just time passing by. The train is arriving.

She took one last look at her phone.

stunned.

New message.

It's a boy's number.

No need for notes, you can recite it even in a dream.

That's what he said.

"Xiaoya, I'm going to end the nightmare."

"good sleep."

She stared at the message for a long time.

I didn't understand what the boy meant.

I just feel a little uneasy.

Like something important is about to happen.

The girl seemed to be sleepwalking in a hazy state.

She didn't know how she got into the car.

When the rumbling sound started, I woke up.

She looked out the window in panic.

That was a platform that quickly retreated.

Soon it will be time to switch to wild scenery.

This train left the small town where she lived without any hesitation and rushed towards a strange and unknown distance.

There was such a moment that she frantically wanted to get off the car.

go back.

The boy will still be waiting for her in the town.

But the rumbling train will not stop for her alone.

It's like this time is moving forward and never looking back.

The girl found a job as a network administrator in this coastal city.

She went to work when it was dark.

At dawn, I went back to the dark room to sleep.

But she had trouble falling asleep.

I have nightmares day by day.

The girl started smoking and taking tranquillizers.

The expression on her face became increasingly indifferent.

The past is buried deeply.

Since leaving that small town, she has never had contact with her former friends and classmates.

Naturally, she wouldn't know.

It was also the day she left.

A murder occurred in the small town.

The police searched for a long time, but still found the whereabouts of the murderer.

One night three months later.

Girl smokes at the bar.

The door curtain rattled.

The girl didn't even look up.

"Two and a half dollars an hour, fifteen dollars all night, the box is full, get your identity..."

She froze.

The man lying on the bar, smelling of alcohol and with long greasy hair.

Is it you?

The girl's eyes fluctuated violently.

Disbelief and pain.

All the emotions turned into thick ice in an instant.

She waved a feather duster.

"roll!"

"This is also where you can come!"

"What to drink!"

"Get out of here, mom!"

He awkwardly blocked it with his hands.

There was a moment of unbearability in the girl's eyes.

That is clearly a hand that can draw the sea and wooden houses on canvas shoes.

Now it's used for drinking.

But no matter how the girl beat him, he just smiled foolishly and talked about Xiaoya Xiaoya.

Dead or alive.

The girl said coldly.

"She's dead."

The man hurriedly raised his head and shot out from under his bangs a pair of eyes like a dying beast.

After seeing the girl's face, her eyes softened again.

"Xiaoya is not dead."

He smiled.

"not dead."

The days passed by listening to it.

He became a frequent visitor to Internet cafes.

People here call men long hair.

"This drunkard's hair is really long."

"It's so dirty."

Every time I hear someone talking like this.

The girl rushed over to quarrel with them with a cold face.

No reason is needed.

No need to think about excuses.

Just curse him to death.

Everyone knows that this female network administrator has a fierce and weird personality.

Gradually, no one discussed it anymore.

Changmao seems to have no ID.

He uses a temporary card to access the Internet, which costs one dollar more.

This is supposed to be the case, but the girl gave him two and a half yuan.

Changmao didn't say anything, he just turned on his phone, curled up in a ball in his chair, and stared blankly at QQ, which was on the phone.

Some people are curious.

I’ve seen people come to Internet cafes to play games, watch Conan, and write novels.

This is the first time I have ever come to an Internet cafe and logged into QQ and did nothing when I turned on my computer.

He quietly observed Changmao.

It was strange to find that what Changmao had been staring at was QQ's signature.

Have the most distant sentence that starts like this.

At first glance, it seems to be the style that literary and fresh people like.

But I always feel that it doesn’t match the image of Changmao at all.

A year passed like this, or two years.

Changmao began to collect plastic bottles.

He would go over to the leftover bottles of others, look around, and take them away secretly when no one was paying attention.

But once you meet a girl and let her see this scene, it will be troublesome.

The girl was sure to beat him with a feather duster.

"Pick up the trash, pick up the trash, I'm telling you to pick up the trash!"

"You pick it up if it's dirty or not!"

Shaggy hides in embarrassment.

Silent.

The two of them stayed like this day after day.

Just sometimes, occasionally.

The girl at the bar got tired of playing games and took off her headphones.

He would also subconsciously cast his gaze towards the hall.

After finding the thin man with long hair, he took it back.

The movements of tidying up the counter are also a bit more brisk.

Don't say it with your mouth, don't show it on your face.

But, with him around, even if the two of them don't speak, even if the two of them are completely different from how they used to be, each other will feel a little at ease.

Their relationship is strange.

Maybe it's like that song goes.

The most familiar stranger.

The girl also secretly thought about it.

If one day, Changmao takes a shower, cuts his hair short, comes to me in a polite manner, just like he did back then, and says something.

"Xiaoya, let's go."

She would probably rush into his arms regardless of her own safety.

Have a good cry.

She cried and cried and fell asleep in his arms.

Listening to the man speaking softly to her.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"It's passed."

"and me."

She really wanted to hear it again.

"Xiaoya."

Not the random sleep talk of that long-haired drunkard.

But the poet-like boy, or young man, quietly called her.

Unfortunately there is no if.

There was even one night.

The girl looked at his embarrassed look.

Suddenly he put down the feather duster.

She sadly wanted to hold the man's hand.

"Look at me."

she said tremblingly.

"Look at me."

The long hair seemed to be frozen and motionless.

But the next second, before the girl touched his hand.

Changmao ducked away as if he was electrocuted.

"Dirty, my hands are dirty!"

As he spoke, he bit his hand with his teeth.

The sadness on the girl's face disappeared.

She looked at the mouse-like man quietly.

I just feel sad.

She heard Shaggy mutter.

"I'm the bad guy."

"It's a criminal."

"Damn, damn."

The girl lit the cigarette, finished smoking it, and put it out on her arm.

I don't want to care about him anymore.

whatever.

Whatever.

Until that day.

The girl discovered that Changmao had not been to the Internet cafe for a long time.

The down-and-out painter came to see him again.

The girl remembered what Changmao said the last time she saw her.

At that time, Changmao asked her to be careful about painters.

So she has ignored this person for the past few days.

The painter is gone.

The boy named Lu Mingfei is here again.

Invite yourself to a meal.

The girl was upset thinking about growing hair.

My attitude was a little bad. Looking back, I really shouldn't have.

Lu Mingfei is a good boy.

I also want to go abroad.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for me, the boy would probably still be abroad now.

I guess I have already gone abroad to find him.

Two people will spread out under the autumn maple trees in a foreign country.

Chatting about the latest CDs listened to and books read.

stop!

The girl told herself not to think about it anymore.

These are all unobjectionable things.

It was a beauty that she could not even dream of.

She had dealt with Lu Mingfei.

Got home before dawn.

I wanted to take a nap.

But because the long hair that had not been seen for a long time was tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep no matter what.

She huddled in the corner, hugging her knees.

Reminiscing over and over again the last moments of getting along with Changmao.

Looking for the slightest clue.

At this moment.

The door rang.

She woke up with a start.

like a statue.

Who could it be?

She didn't dare to open it.

The door is still ringing.

She got off the bed barefoot and walked silently to the door.

He asked loudly who it was.

The person outside the door answered.

It is the voice of the painter.

The girl raised her heart.

She recalled Shaggy’s admonishment.

Watch out for that guy!

What Changmao refers to is the painter.

The girl held the fruit knife and held it against the door.

She made up her mind that no matter what the painter said, she would never open it.

Until, the man outside the door said.

"The person you recommended, I remember his name is Changmao."

"You have news about him!"

"Well, he has been working at my place these two days."

The painter had an inexplicable smile.

"He is a very competent art assistant."

"Really!"

There was obvious surprise in the girl's voice.

The painter smiled even more happily.

"of course it's true."

"If you don't believe it."

He said.

"You'll find out if you come and see me."

The girl is about to open the door.

The moment he grasped the handle, he suddenly stopped.

Changmao's warnings rang in her ears again and again.

Watch out for him! Watch out for him! Watch out for him!

The girl pursed her lips tightly and hesitated.

Until the painter asked.

"What, don't you want to see how he holds the paintbrush?"

The hand-painted canvas shoes suddenly appeared in front of the girl's eyes.

There is also the profile of the boy sketching against the plaster statue in the studio.

She opened the door without hesitation.

"let's go!"

"OK."

The painter smiled gently.

"I'll take you to see him."

What follows is a nightmare.

Severe pain.

It was cold and the blood kept flowing.

"He...where is he?"

At the end of her life, the girl remembered the boy.

The painter smiled and said something.

The specific girl could no longer hear clearly.

She only remembered a little.

"Dead."

"He is dead..."

The girl heard the painter speak again.

So, did you die for me?

she thinks.

The world in front of me is getting blurry.

Flashbacks of the past with the boy.

From sunny youth.

To this day of eternal darkness.

Why is our future different from what we promised?

the girl thought.

Why?

She finally thought of Lu Mingfei.

He also saw Lu Mingfei walking towards him.

Those golden eyes have supreme majesty.

She just thought it was a dying hallucination.

"You...you're here."

"Well, I'm here."

The girl twitched her lips.

Unfortunately, he can't come.

What a shame.

it's a pity.

…………

Lu Mingfei woke up in a white ward.

The moment he opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to rush towards him.

There were many figures surrounding him.

There are also some messy sounds.

"Teacher! Teacher is awake!"

"Mingfei, are you okay?"

"Doctor, come on, call the doctor!"

"Junior brother."

With this sound coming out, Lu Mingfei's dilated pupils finally focused.

He turned towards the direction of the sound.

The pale lips twitched twice.

Chu Zihang leaned over.

He heard the boy's weak voice calling.

"Master..."

"Little junior sister!"

Nothing more to say.

Chu Zihang straightened up.

Wang Chaoyuan and Chen Pingan.

Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao and the head of the support group.

Everyone looked at Lu Mingfei's closed eyes in panic.

"Junior brother, he."

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless.

Chen Pingan clenched his fists.

Yuanyuan almost cried.

Wang Chao couldn't bear to close his eyes.

"Fell asleep."

Everyone:...

Chu Zihang glanced at them.

These guys who claim to be Lu Mingfei's students are really weird.

"I'm going to find a doctor."

The hospital where Lu Mingfei was working was the best in the city.

But the doctors and even nurses who treated him were a team that flew in from Chicago overnight.

As soon as they landed, they took over all Lu Mingfei's treatment.

All physical data about the boy, not to mention a piece of paper or a single punctuation mark, are kept strictly confidential.

Initially, the treatment team found out that given the boy's physical condition, multiple organ failure, and abnormal cardiopulmonary function, it would not be surprising to say that he would die immediately in the next second.

This is a crisis that goes far beyond the scope of modern medicine.

The disease is terminal and there is no cure.

The leader of the team has begun preparing to apply for permission to dissect.

But one night passed.

Not only did the young man not die.

His body was still healing at an incredible speed.

The team leader was amazed.

Speeds up dissection applications.

Even if it weren't for that scary young man sitting at the door of the ward like a door god holding a knife.

They have already started researching it.

The person in charge is sure that Lu Mingfei, this S-class boy, is a rare and rare specimen in the history of mixed races.

Not just anyone can survive after systemic organ failure.

Neither do hybrids.

After surviving the most dangerous night, what happened next was even more miraculous.

The boy's health improved rapidly by the hour.

It was so big that they thought there was something wrong with the inspection equipment.

I changed it several times and got the same result.

I just admitted this reality with surprise.

The person in charge even speculated that even if there was no treatment, the boy would get better on his own if he was just dumped in a safe place.

"As expected of S-class!"

In the end, he could only attribute the boy's terrifying vitality to the specialness of the S-class.

The third day after killing Thousand Faces.

Lu Mingfei woke up for the first time.

Although he fell asleep immediately, the fact that he could wake up reassured people outside the ward.

It seems that they were waiting outside the ward.

It was also Chu Zihang who was the first to notice that Lu Mingfei's eyelids were trembling.

He rushed right in.

The rest of the people followed.

Fortunately, this is a special ward and the entire floor is booked.

Otherwise, I don’t know how much commotion their behavior would cause.

The doctor who rushed over in a hurry, after doing a few examinations, muttered words such as "miracle", "abnormal" and "unimaginable", and dealt with Chu Zihang and others by the way, and said that Lu Mingfei was fine, and now the only The problem is weakness.

In other words, he was hungry.

Anyone who knows the details is confused.

Just a few days ago his life was hanging by a thread.

How long has it been since then, and you're just... just hungry?

Two days later.

Lu Mingfei, who was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, leaned on the bed and stared at the sunshine outside the window in a daze.

"Brother, do you want to eat an apple?"

Lu Mingze sat beside the bed, peeling the skin with a knife.

"Oh, okay, thank you."

Lu Mingfei said.

The little devil's hand is very steady, and the apple peels are connected into a wide, thick, uniform and thin line that can transmit light, like an exquisite handicraft.

"Are you worried?"

He asked Lu Mingfei.

"Um."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stared at the fragments in his arms.

It was the remains of a bronze mask.

"Yam Luo..."

The little devil observed the young man's expression.

"Actually, I've always been curious."

"Yam Luo, it must also be your strength, brother."

"That's right."

"But it's not accurate enough."

Lu Mingfei explained.

Him, Yama. "

"It also has its own will."

"So."

Lu Mingfei looked at the fragments in silence.

"I don't want to see tragedy, so I'm fighting like this."