MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 237 ΞBacktrack 7
Shang Ke and Lu Xiufan in the first week of Linde Town, transferred to various high-end hotels and specialty homes, collected more than a dozen sets of commemorative dynamic postcards. Hundreds of photos were taken and the footprints of the two were left everywhere.
Lu Xiufan is enriching their "treasure chests" a little bit and doing everything he can to prevent any regrets in this life.
The two men joined hands to come along the river scenery belt, where there are many idle artists such as singing, portraits and sculptures, and many old people gather together to play chess and chat.
I could still watch it for a while and suddenly said to Lu Xiufan, "Let's come to the competition?"
"Competition? What?"
You can walk a few steps, stand in the square, spread your hands together, as if to show the world: "Look who can be the most dazzling person here today."
Lu Xiufan stared at him deeply. In his eyes, no one was more dazzling than him.
"Good." It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just happy.
Lu Xiufan was born into a noble family. Since there is a majestic momentum of the superiors, wherever they go is the focus of attention. In order to conceal his overly arrogant and fierce atmosphere, he was able to specially match him with a pair of flat glasses and put on a set of casual clothes. After the change, there are only two words - ghosts.
Some people are born with no plasticity, and the mixed art circle can only be forced by the face. I still can't admit that my shaping ability is too bad or deliberately retains his slag.
Although the transformation is not very successful, at least it will not make people look back.
Lu Xiufan stood in a group of chess players, tall and tall figure, so that the atmosphere of the scene instantly increased a bit of chilling gas, even the two sides of the battle felt the pressure from the outside world, a game of stinking chess actually broke out of the army The momentum of the pressure.
After watching a few rounds, Lu Xiufan directly put out a limited edition commemorative gold coin to challenge the "chess king" here. The economic value of commemorating gold coins is only tens of thousands of yuan, but the quantity is scarce and highly collectible.
The "King of Chess" saw this gold coin, and he accepted the challenge of Lu Xiufan so quickly.
The two players are quite equal, the layout is exquisite, the excellent hands are frequent, and the chess players around them are very enjoyable.
For the inter-office, Lu Xiufan habitually looked up and looked at the position where he had just stood, but found that he had disappeared, and his heart was tight, and he stood up and frightened that everyone had to step back.
Lu Xiufan's line of sight swiftly swept around, although the guards were arranged to protect in the dark, but he could not see his figure, and his heart was always not practical.
At this moment, a melodious sound of the cymbal (a kind of saxophone-like instrument) suddenly came from a distance, and slowly drifted into Lu Xifan’s ear with a pleasant rhythm.
He followed the sound, and under the sculpture in the square, he was still holding a piano and playing with intent. White sculptures, fluttering leaves, golden instruments, elegant performers... form a beautiful picture.
The noise around it seems to have disappeared, leaving only one idiot who looks at his lover.
"I said, you still can't go down?" Uncleed "Chess King" uncle is unhappy, knocking on the chess piece to interrupt Lu Xiufan's thoughts.
Lu Xiufan returned to God and re-settled to continue the game. The sound of music flows gently in the ear, like the comfort of a lover. Lu Xifan’s chess path has gradually become elusive from step by step, with less chilling and a little more elegant. The style of painting has suddenly changed, but the opponent has been caught off guard.
After several struggles, the "Chess King" finally lost with half. At the same time, the performance of the fair is over.
Lu Xiufan refused the request of the "Chess King" to fight again. After crossing the crowd, he was preparing to look for Shang Ke. His eyes were inadvertently seeing someone selling flowers, and his heart was moving, and he bought a rose.
Lu Xiufan went to the money and handed him the rose: "Congratulations on your success."
I can still smile in my eyes, revealing the hand hidden behind me, and holding a rose in my hand: "Congratulations on your victory."
The two stood in the square, each holding a rose, watching each other warmly. This picture was accurately captured by a photographer and will be fixed forever...
In the end, the two men's games ended in the no-limits show, and no one cares about winning or losing.
"How did you decide that the game was won by me?" Lu Xiufan suddenly asked.
"If you lose," he can still answer while moving the knife and fork. "You will walk more elegantly than usual."
Lu Xiufan: "I... is it not elegant to walk?"
“It’s not not elegant, but the worse the mood and the worse the situation, the higher the value of your elegance. On the contrary, when you are in a good mood, you often forget the etiquette. For example, now,” you can tap the cup gently. "Your fork has gone my tenderloin and your left leg is playing around with my right leg."
Lu Xiufan: "..." The evidence is conclusive, and he is powerless to refute.
While they were dining together, while they were squatting, a middle-aged man’s laughter came from the next door: “Are you a promiser? Really pitiful, when you are young, you are sent out by your parents to work?”
"Sir, your meals are all on the table, what else is needed?" said the promiser, the waiter said with a blank expression.
"Yes, come over and dine with me."
"Sorry, sir, I am only responsible for the dishes, not responsible for accompanying guests."
"It doesn't matter, only your employer agrees, let me tell him." Then he took out the contact and started to call.
The waiter stood silently until the middle-aged man finished the call and received a text message from the employer, so that he could meet his request unconditionally today, and he raised his head slightly. With a pair of godless scorpions, quietly watching everything in front of you.
The middle-aged man pulled him to his side, touched him on the occasion, and his face showed a wretched smile. The waiters only endured silently and did not make a sound.
Lu Xiu Fan put down the knife and fork in a gloomy manner, took out the contact, and quickly sent a string of passwords. However, for a long time, several tall men walked into the restaurant and went straight to the middle-aged man's table. They left the restaurant without saying anything.
"Who are you? Where do you want to take me? Security, security!" The middle-aged man shouted and was taken out of the restaurant. There was a security guard to stop it. As a result, the documents presented by the other party were immediately returned. .
I could still look at the waiter who looked like a sorrowful man. I didn’t say anything.
Lu Xiufan comforted: "He is fine, you don't have to worry." As for the wretched middle-aged man, he must not interrupt three legs.
"Escape this time, and next time." It is faint. "Do you see the bruises under his collar? He may be abused often."
Because the defender has no feelings and has a weak sense of self-protection, even if he is tortured to death, he will not feel sad and sad for himself.
This unfair status quo is not something that can be changed by several laws and regulations, at least for decades.
"What are you going to do?" Lu Xiufan saw a meditation and couldn't help but ask.
"I want to... build a school." Shang can look up to Lu Xiufan and seriously, "a school that is exclusively for the observant."
The first psychotherapeutics developed was to repair the minds of the promisers, prolong their lifespan, and not reshape their damaged emotions. They are still used to living step by step. In this case, he has developed a basic code of conduct that allows all the contractors to learn how to protect themselves and how to fight for their rights.
"Build it now." As long as it is something that he still wants to do, he will unconditionally support it.
It was a good time to say, "I plan to spend three years preparing."
In the past, he had a mission to die, so there was no scruples and he was not afraid to get into trouble. But nowadays, he wants to be old and happy with his lover, so he must consider the situation of Lu Xiufan before doing things.
He can be the soft underbelly of Lu Xiufan, but he can't be the weakness of others against him. Within three years, the incognito is buried, low-key behavior, and planning for the future. When Lu Xiufan clears all hidden dangers, he can be with him and do what he wants.
At this time, he can still afford it.
Lu Xiufan had some accidents about the delay in the school building plan until three years later. At that time, he did not think much. Until later, he accidentally found a business plan in the computer of Shangke, only to understand his mind.
He wants to have enough power to protect himself and to fight alongside him. Instead of hiding under his wings, he is always worried that he will become his burden.
"Cocoa, I love you." Lu Xiufan decided to develop a habit of confession once a day.
Still slumbering on the bed: Can you confess after shooting? He did not have the strength to respond. Uh... don't confess when shooting, lest he hear that he wants to shoot every time he makes love, and then he is ready to wait for him to shoot. The result is not very embarrassing...
A month later, Lu Xiufan received a password letter from his subordinates. The vernacular translation is: [My brother, come back soon! Without your town, the capital began to dance again. The queen is depressed, the old brother is not "sex", and the world has become gray. 】
Lu Xiufan did not pay attention to the complaints of his brother. This guy is good, lazy, and does not want to manage things. And for his wrong hand killing the okay thing, he still remembers it. Although it is not anger and resentment, it is difficult to let go.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiufan could not help but be vigilant. No! He had to remind him that he could stay away from Lu Xiu, lest he suddenly burst into injury. Who knows if history will repeat itself! That guy is definitely a dangerous person who must be strictly guarded against it!
"Cocoa, see this person in the future, immediately turn around and leave. Do not approach him within 20 meters, let alone talk to him." Lu Xiufan pointed to Lu Xiuqi's photo, very cautious.
I could still stare at the photo for a while, hesitatingly said: "...If I am not mistaken, he seems to be the queen's husband, your brother?"
"Yes, but he is not a good person." In order to make people aware of the danger of someone, Lu Xiufan smashed the character of his brother without any limit.
"Well, if you insist, I will try to avoid him."
"My cocoa is very understanding." Lu Xiufan was satisfied, but he was not ashamed.
Sure enough, as long as someone is in a good mood, they will be exposed...
The author has something to say: small theater -
Lu brother: Why can I run when I can see it?
Lu Xiufan: Because you are awkward.
Lu Brother: This is not a fact. Even if I punch a punch, it will not be more ugly than you.
Lu Xiufan: Ok, thank you for giving me this opportunity Y(^_^)Y
Lu brother: ○| ̄|_┌
