【Chu Lu】Ten Corpses Living in Trash Cans

Since high school, Chu Zihang has been engraved in Lu Mingfei's mind.

The boy who had attracted the attention of the whole school shed his layer of indifference, sat in the center of the stage, and played a piece of cello titled "Schindler's List".The cello has never been the most popular musical instrument. What parents prefer is an elegant and high-pitched piano, or a portable and elegant violin, rather than a low-key and deep cello.

In a noble school like Shilan Middle School, there are a lot of piano and violin learners, but not a few cello learners. Every time the school art festival comes, there are 70 people who go to and from the senior grades. % is the girl who invited Chu Zihang to play the cello. Most of them have obtained the highest performance certificate, but none of them can invite the senior they dream of.

At that time Lu Mingfei was still unlucky, watching a group of young and beautiful girls vying for beauty, just because of their male gods, jealousy and envy cannot be completely free, but compared to these, in the Guaranteed Daily Literature Department In the event of an event, he just wants to get out of school early and get back to playing his StarCraft game.

But when he sat under the stage and listened to Chu Zihang play the cello, he suddenly understood the reason why this senior rejected the girls.

It's not because of "damn female fate", nor because of arrogance...

It's just the loneliness in the eyes, which will come out with every change of tone.

At that time, Lu Mingfei didn't know what mixed race was, and he didn't know what blood sorrow was, so he thought: Emma, ​​it's really a foul to be good-looking, and even a man like me will be moved.

But now he understands that there is not only loneliness in music, but also humiliation.

In "Schindler's List", the Jewish nation suffered from the long and endless massacre by the Nazis. This dark history is humiliating and appalling. This is also the relationship between humans and dragons. Dragons, as higher creatures, slaughter humans. One thing that couldn't be more insignificant, they can rape women and give birth to the mixed races of the whole world, and they can also stand on the world tree and overlook this weak nation.

Both humans and hybrids firmly believe that dragons will one day rule or destroy the world.

Lu Mingfei still remembers Old Tang's appearance, he was also a fool, the idiot who could happily say to him "Brother, you played well with the Zerg" after torturing him for six consecutive rounds, and the little dragon girl Xia Mi , and teased them with a playful voice, "Fireproof and anti-theft~Brother Fang".

They are all dragons, integrated into the human society, and died under the knife of the mixed race.

Not all dragons yearn for power like King Bai, just as there are many idiots in this world, there are also many idiot dragons who want to be idiots for a lifetime.

It doesn't matter.

... In the near future, the big dark bosses will be wiped out. Humans and hybrids no longer need to submit to the power of the gods. This humiliated race finally ushers in their dawn together and obtains true freedom.

He didn't think he could escape to the ends of the earth.

Chu Zihang put down his bow and looked over calmly.

The last lingering sound from the strings seemed to still linger in the room. He didn't say or do anything, and his emotions were all melted into the song just now.

"End?"

"It's over."

Lu Mingfei's straight body could finally relax, his eyes were a little red, and he couldn't help rubbing the corners of them.

They are sitting in the piano room which is not considered spacious (for a small dilapidated village, its size is already very respectable), surrounded by many stools, the kind that children can sit on, Lu Mingfei is sitting On the ground, the ass is cold.As long as Chu Zihang is willing, every expression of his will be seen.

On the contrary, he can also clearly see the movement under the surface of Zihang's paralyzed face.

Chu Zihang asked: "What's wrong?"

At this time, Lu Mingfei just shook his head and said "it's okay" and passed, because no matter how much Chu Zihang would not ask questions (although his brother's emotional intelligence is very touching), but he did not, but solemnly confessed: "Touching the scene to make love, Reminds me of something from the past."

"before?"

"Just... when I was still in Shilan Middle School," Lu Mingfei said, "I was so stupid back then."

He still wanted to be sad for a while, but Chu Zihang just nodded calmly after a while of silence: "If you knew me at that time, you wouldn't be so stupid."

Lu Mingfei smiled angrily: "Brother! Give me some face—"

Who knew that Chu Zihang immediately changed his subject and said, "You're not an idiot, Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a while.

Telling the truth is a lack of emotional intelligence, but he couldn't control himself a bit: "At that time, I was quite envious of you. You knew everything, and your grades were good. Whatever you wrote, the girls at the radio station could read the Bible aloud." I read aloud in the same tone... I don’t know whether it’s lucky or unlucky to have an alumnus like you on the booth. Chen Wenwen and the others all think that you are a typical male lead in romance novels, so you are the most perfect candidate in their hearts, and you are also good-looking nice……"

"Are you complimenting me?"

"Go, go, who praised you!"

Lu Mingfei denied it with a straight bite, "It's just a matter of fact. Girls regard you as a male god, and boys regard you as a role model. If you want me to be your little brother for three years in high school, maybe I won't be as cowardly as I was back then..."

"I don't accept my little brother," Chu Zihang is not very good at comforting others. If he wants to force him to comfort someone, he may be more willing to pull the other person, pat the other person on the shoulder and say, buddy, whoever is upset, I will beat him up for you. Dun, it's too difficult for him to spit out some ivory, "Counseling is pretty cowardly, otherwise I wouldn't have a crush on a girl for three years and not confess."

"Let me just say that the boss is very kind to me." Lu Mingfei wanted to pooh, but felt that it was not polite, so he poohed in his heart: "Brother, you can't feel sorry for me. Run away—although Zhao Menghua is the one he likes and not me..."

"In fact, at Aspasia, if you stay, she'll take it."

There were no waves in Chu Zihang's voice, but Lu Mingfei felt that this was just the facial paralysis of the senior brother with facial paralysis, and his heart was probably overwhelmed.

Lu Mingfei poked his neck and said, "Leave you alone to pick up girls, how can I do that!"

Shit, at that time, he didn't want to get this level, he just felt at a loss when facing Chen Wenwen...

Fortunately, Chu Zihang didn't seem to care much about the answer to this question, and he wanted to follow the code of conduct of telling the truth and doing practical things to the end: "It doesn't matter if you were involved or not in that operation."

"It's hard to let go of people. Brother, you should think about it again. Do you want to give your current boyfriend some face?"

"I mean," Chu Zihang changed his words, "you once had the chance to return to an ordinary life."

He ignored Lu Mingfei's hasty intention to interrupt, and said directly: "You will return to your circle of friends in high school, play games every day, and make a group of friends. You have also proved yourself, you are no longer an unrequited love. The whole school knew about the wimpy kid who thought he was hiding a secret. The goddess who had been in love for three years finally returned the arrow. Many people were dumbfounded when she said it. With some shit luck, you will graduate from school and find a job smoothly. This is how to live a long and ordinary life.”

The piano room was filled with frozen air, and it was surprisingly quiet.

The physical fitness of the mixed race is so good that they don't even need to burst into blood, and the sound of Lu Mingfei's heartbeat seems to be close to his ears.

Lu Mingfei muttered: "It's been said that people are hard to break down..."

Chu Zihang reflected for a second, he really said a bit too much, at least the word "shit luck" should be deleted, four years in college is enough to change a person a lot.Under the nourishment of love, Lu Mingfei may become a completely different stranger. When he sees their old schoolmates in the future, he may be able to write a few love poems in the tone of youthful pain literature.

Then he heard Lu Mingfei speak again, at first it was just a short mutter, but the second time he spoke it very loudly.

Like taking an oath.

"But I don't regret it."

"I don't regret it, senior brother with facial paralysis."

Chu Zihang wanted to pinch himself.

There is a corner in his heart that is either insignificant or heavy as Mount Tai, it is very important, but he just can't help but want to tear it off his body, even if it means blood dripping and flesh splatter.

At this moment, the door of the piano shop suddenly opened with the tinkling of bells.

Even when they are in love with each other, the lunatics in Kassel cannot take any accident lightly-no matter whether it is the owner who rushed in and found that his piano shop was visited by uninvited guests, Lu Mingfei was the first to rush in. Like a cat smelling danger, the laziness just now seemed to be just an illusion. Out of the instinctive reaction of the body, he quickly clenched the pistol hidden in the wide trousers.

"Mom, mom! What musical instrument was that just now? I don't want to learn the piano anymore, I want to learn that!"

The one who rushed in was a young child who was at most middle-class age, followed by a young woman. Both of them were dressed in traditional Burmese clothes, but they spoke Chinese in this foreign country.

The child stared at Chu Zihang who was holding the cello between his legs in the middle of the room with his eyes wide open, "I haven't seen you before, are you also the teacher of the piano shop?"

The woman pulled the child back into her arms, covered the child's mouth, looked flustered, looked up and said in Burmese: "I'm sorry, we just immigrated, and the child can't speak the local language yet. I'm really sorry, please don't mind... ..."

What, it turned out to be an ordinary pair of mother and son.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand, he looked confused, Chu Zihang listened to the general idea, guessed what she meant, and said directly in Chinese: "We can speak Chinese."

The woman's frown deepened, but she tried to pretend to be calm, her hilarious expression was extremely tangled: "I'm sorry to disturb you two gentlemen, we're leaving now."

She was half bent, as humble as a slave in the old society.

The child was still yelling: "That piano sounds beautiful! Mom, I want to learn..."

Unable to resist the woman's tough attitude, the child was finally pulled away. When he left, his eyes were watery, as if he was forced on the bench by the kindergarten doctor and gave him an injection in the buttocks. He was so wronged.

"The world is so small, and people from my Great Heaven are everywhere..." Lu Mingfei blinked and said, "It turns out that there are really children who are interested in the cello these days. They have a future, brother. It is said that the requirements for the cello to take the art test are relatively low. Why."

Only then did Chu Zihang slowly look away.

Compared to Lu Mingfei who let down his vigilance ahead of time, his nerves have been very tense.

Her reaction is the same as those ordinary people who accidentally see their golden pupils. The first reaction is to be shocked first, and then think that I am a bit handsome-but he will definitely wear black colored contact lenses when he goes out, or It's sunglasses, avoid being too ostentatious.

"Otherwise?" Chu Zihang said, "There is one in front of you."

"It's not the same," Lu Mingfei shook his head, "Brother, your taste is quite unique, and you must have done a lot of deep and pretentious things when you were young, such as going out for dinner, everyone ordered hamburgers, but you ordered it like a lone wolf Finger-licking original chicken!"

...This metaphor is a bit vivid, but this kind of thing seems to have really happened, and Chu Zihang can't refute it.

Chu Zihang ignored Lu Mingfei's bad words and said bluntly, "They are of mixed race."

Lu Mingfei was startled, "Huh?"

"She has a desire to surrender to me, even if she can't see the golden pupil."

Chu Zihang put the cello aside, got up and pulled Lu Mingfei up from the ground: "But she probably has nothing to do with Kassel College, no one would use their own children as bait. We should go."

Lu Ming didn't understand it clearly, he knew what Chu Zihang was talking about was that the golden pupil was equivalent to the effect of the King of Words.

And this "it's time to go" has another meaning besides going back to the green leather factory-Myanmar is no longer a safe place to stay, and they need to get ready as soon as possible and rush to the next country where they can hide.

On the way back, it started to rain again. The wipers were working diligently, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be escalating into a downpour LV.10.

This time Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat. After he was threatened with blank eyes when he put his hand on Chu Zihang's hand holding the steering wheel, he suddenly remembered a very important thing. Turning around, I couldn't help but say bad words in the end: "Brother, in a car accident, is the probability of the person in the passenger seat being hit and killed the highest?"

Chu Zihang didn't respond: "Yes. How did you know that?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, "Magazine, it's just a small piece of popular science and knowledge, it's awesome!"

Chu Zihang: "..."

The senior brother didn't answer any more. Both of them were a little nervous. The heavy rain always reminded them of the Nibelungen. The Maybach was chasing endlessly on a perfectly cloudy day just now. Now that it's raining, will they come here again to do something wrong?Lu Mingfei pondered for a while whether to crawl back to the back seat, thought hard, touched the smooth back of his brother's hand, and finally gave up.

The car drove safely to the gate of the abandoned factory, Chu Zihang said, "Get out of the car first."

Lu Mingfei resisted the urge to frown: "Where are you going?"

"Get some supplies you need on the road, get out of the car and collect your luggage, and wait for me to come back." Chu Zihang freed up his other hand to unlock the car door for Lu Mingfei, seeing that Lu Mingfei was cheeky and did not withdraw his hand, Subconsciously shook back.

Lu Mingfei's hands were very cold, as if he had run wildly in the rain just now.

"Oh," Lu Mingfei shivered, and pushed the door to get out of the car, "I'll heat up a pot of hot water later, come back quickly, brother, I should be able to take a hot shower in time!"

"En." Chu Zihang waved his hand.

The little broken car drove up the country road again.

Chu Zihang turned on the CD player. Of course, he couldn't hear "Daily Growing". The CD player automatically played a Burmese folk song "Seagull".

"Sunset clouds shroud the Irrawaddy River, lively seagulls spread their wings and fly"

"Oh, how they fly and sing as they please, oh, how joyfully they are free"

……

"What a wonderful time it was."

Chu Zihang let go of the steering wheel.

The moment the car was hit, the entire chassis was twisted, and it made a deafening sound of sharp metal friction, together with the sound of tires bursting.It fell headlong into the mud off the road, and was soon reduced to a heap of scrap metal.

It's thundering.

Thunder rang in the rain, like an ancient dragon roaring because of the loneliness accumulated for thousands of years.

Chu Zihang climbed out of the car, and the violent collision left many bruises and scratches on his body. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. Evaporation, even the whole body is steaming, a steaming, thick, blood-red mist.

He gritted his teeth tightly, the colored pupils slipped from his eyes, and he widened his golden pupils soaked in black blood.

The Maybach 62 was parked on the trail, the dent in the front of the car had been hit a bit bigger, it was broken, two broken cars chased in the rain, and in the end the expensive one won the race.

The icy rain fell, slapping his face like a needle prick.

The door opened.

A man got out of the car, he couldn't tell whether it was unfamiliar or familiar, but for a moment he remembered his heart-piercing roar - "Kill you!"

"Rejecting God's grace will turn you into a dead waiter, it's too late, accept God's grace, Zihang..."

"You are the next 'Odin'."

tbc