AWB Chapter 389 Lu Chen: I can only help you here
Chapter 389 Lu Chen: I can only help you here
Chapter 389 Lu Chen: I can only help you here
He remembered that this was his birthday present when he was nine years old, and it was specially customized at a great price.
But no matter how high the price is, it’s nothing, because the woman can’t wait anymore. He still remembers that when the woman split the wooden box to reveal the motorcycle, the woman touched the top of his head: “Riding it is like a real bike. Man, Caesar, show mama!"
The boy is in a daze, Caesar?Am I Caesar?
But the memory is so deep, he understands his mother's intentions more clearly than anyone else, not to use money to show maternal love, but that mother can't wait for the day when he grows up... from the day he was born , his mother is doomed not to wait for him to grow up.
But my mother really wants to see him grow up...
So that day he rode this motorcycle, flying across the garden and landing on the roof of his father's Rolls-Royce, leaving tire marks like scars on the shiny spray paint.
His mother applauded him loudly, he was very happy, he liked that his mother was proud of him.
The boy stood there for a long time, thinking about all kinds of things, he felt a sense of rejection, and finally just shook his head and let out a long sigh.
He stepped on the motorcycle and lifted a square tin bucket, a bucket of kerosene.
He rode the motorcycle like he was on a steed, drove slowly to the central altar, deftly avoided all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and poured the whole bucket of kerosene on the coffin.
He obviously didn't use sign language for "a long time", but at this time, he used it as proficiently as before, showing sign language to the woman in the coffin.
"Mom, those who have caused you... pain, will pay... the price for what they did!"
He held a Zippo lighter, held it up, and perhaps looked down at the woman's face for the last time, and seemed to repeat this scene countless times, but in the end he just stared blankly, with stubborn determination in his eyes.
Because my mother said that men should not cry, because crying is useless, only cowards cry.
So he thought that the only time he would cry in his life was before he died. At that time, he had exhausted all his strength and had nowhere to go. There was no one around him who could help him. It would be okay to cry at this time... right?
The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin, and before the soaring flames touched his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging above the church, and pulled it hard.
This huge curtain covered most of the dome, and the corners were blown down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the whole fell, covering the coffin and all the candlesticks, as if the sky was falling, and it instantly turned into a seven or eight meter high blazing flame.
The fire alarm device was activated instantly, and a torrential water curtain fell from the sky, but before the water curtain completely extinguished the fire, the hexagonal coffin would be reduced to ashes.
"Mom... this is my last time, I'm coming to see you."
The boy whispered to himself, like some kind of subconscious decision, but also like some kind of farewell from the bottom of his heart.
Between the curtain of water and fire, a Harley motorcycle roared across the central altar, and the black shadow of the motorcycle was as sharp as a knife!
The slightly drunk men and women at the dinner party were dancing or clinking glasses lightly, when they suddenly heard the loud roar of the engine echoing in the long corridor!
They were not allowed to react at all, the thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside, the boy jumped up on a Harley, and drove on the dining table full of wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, wantonly Knock everything into pieces.
"Caesar! What are you doing?" Someone tried to reprimand.
"Pay the bill." The boy said coldly, threw the curtain in front of an aunt, took out a check without numbers and threw it on the ground, signed in flying Italian.
"Sorry to disturb your celebration, I just held a cremation for my mother, probably burned the central altar," the boy looked coldly at the old gentleman who was trying to control the situation, "Uncle, please help me fill in the appropriate The number to the Bishop, and told him that although I appreciated the Mass he gave for my mother, I didn't like his accent."
Frost stared into the boy's eyes, and his tone was extremely severe: "You have grown up, you shouldn't mess around, you are the heir of the Gattuso family, you must know the rules!"
"I saw the rules written on your faces," the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, looking around at his noble and elegant elders at this moment, his heart was still burning with anger.
"But what I want to do is just run over it!"
He put the gear on, and the motorcycle returned along the way it came from, crushed the entire long table again, landed on the ground with another beautiful tail flick, walked away along the long corridor after going out, and knocked open the carved iron wall in the basement. door, along the garden path.
The roar of the quadpipes can be heard far away, representing his mockery of his noble family, powerful patriarchs... and even the world.
But the boy knew in his heart that it was useless, his ridicule was just the barking of a milk dog, face was worthless to some people, and those in power cared about other things.
It was as if there was a voice in his heart that kept bewitching him, asking him to liberate something, and put to death all those untouchables who dared to overstep and insult their mother!
The elves in the night still conveyed to him the voices in the house, and the dirty elders still whispered.
"He probably also knows that the family is full of joy over his mother's death..."
"Actually, the dead woman was nothing at all... But his son's name was Caesar, and that was the name of a great king... What king would spare a man who made his mother suffer?"
The boy was expressionless. Standing in front of the burning church, the flames splattered like thousands of fireflies flying. He was expressionless, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.
You are right, but it has nothing to do with my name, no matter if my name is Caesar or something else, I will never let anyone who makes my mother suffer!
Frost picked up the check, signed and signed by Caesar Gullweger.
"He actually used his mother's surname... Is this to deny that he is from the Gattuso family?"
"We are celebrating the disappearance of the surname Guerweger, but it seems that everything is far from over..."
"Such a child will inherit the family?"
"He must be tamed at all costs. It is not up to us to decide who will inherit the family. It is his bloodline, his one-in-a-million bloodline!"
A sneer appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth, and when he was talking to himself, he said things that he didn't seem to know.
"Taming me? But as you said, my blood, how do you... match?"
The dragon's blood in his body was as hot as a church fire, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.
It was extremely painful, and the boy let out an inexplicable growl from his throat.
There seemed to be a voice from the abyss in my ear, "Come, kill...them!"
When his mind was in chaos, a dazzling light appeared in front of his eyes, which made him unable to open his eyes, and it seemed... that he opened them.
The dazzling sunlight came into his eyes, and the sound of the door being pulled open came from his ears, and the cold winter wind brushed against his cheeks, which woke him up a bit.
"I fell asleep?"
Caesar sat up and looked at Chu Zihang, who just opened the door.
The crisp sound of Xingzhu in the courtyard is transmitted to the second room, which is orderly and calming.
"It's almost noon, I don't think Brother Caesar is such an undisciplined person, let's take a look."
Chu Zihang remained expressionless, "Are you okay?"
Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand, "It's okay, it's just a rare dream."
He didn't accuse Chu Zihang of opening the door without authorization. Although they were not on a mission, if there were any abnormalities, Chu Zihang should indeed come to check.
Chu Zihang looked at Caesar, who was sweating profusely, and didn't ask at this moment. He thought that Caesar was seriously injured in the sparring with Brother Yuan yesterday.
So don't worry about taking a look. In case Caesar falls into a coma, he can send him to the hospital in time.
Lu Mingfei is not here, some things are just so inconvenient.
"Brother Lu, what about them?"
Caesar got up in his pajamas, ready to take a shower.
"Not back yet, but they shouldn't need to worry."
Chu Zihang didn't contact Brother Lu at all, because he didn't think there was anything in the world that could hurt him.
Brother Lu and Erika went out to play like crazy, the world of the two of them is so much fun, not being a light bulb is the first self-consciousness of a good brother.
"Are you taking the girl out for the night? Brother Yuan knows he might want to kill someone."
Caesar laughed and complained, after all, Erika was underage in every sense, and the two were not married.
"It's okay, Brother Yuan can't beat him."
Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.
"Haha, Brother Yuan will feel pricked when he hears that."
Caesar walked out the door, "I'm going to take a shower first, do you want to join me, Brother Chu?"
This is not a strange statement, because there are still traces of sweat on Chu Zihang's skin, and it is obvious that he has been exercising all morning.
Behind the mansion of the Sheqi Bajia, there is a luxurious open-air hot spring, which is very comfortable.
"Getting ready to go."
Chu Zihang had nothing to do, anyway, there were no news department paparazzi here, and there would be no strange rumors.
We are all men, what's wrong with taking a hot spring together?
Ten minutes later, the two were leaning on the stone slab by the hot spring, and the housekeeper of the Saki Hachi family brought lunch and sake.
Caesar is still quite used to it. After all, he is a person who can enjoy himself. Chu Zihang has never been so corrupt.
But he has to admit that it feels good to be served. Soaking in the open-air hot spring in winter, enjoying snacks and drinking with friends is indeed a rare time to relax in life.
At this moment, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with an explosive figure walked in with a towel on his shoulder.
"Yo, I'm soaking too."
Lu Chen greeted the two of them in a refreshed manner, walked up to Chu Zihang and chose a good spot to soak in without seeing anyone else.
"You're only coming back now, where's Erika?"
Chu Zihang was a little puzzled.
Lu Chen waved his hand, "She's gone to another mansion nearby, and she's with Sakura, so it's not easy for me to follow."
It is true that he is rarely separated from Erika outside, but this is the territory of the Saki Hachi family, and Japan is relatively safe now, so it is impossible for him to take Erika with him in the hot springs.
"Brother Lu and Eliyi went out to play all night, but they didn't return home at night, what did they do?"
Caesar asked with great interest.
Could it be?
"Where did I go, Erika said she hadn't been to an Internet cafe...I haven't been to either, and then went to play games all night."
Mentioning this, Lu Chen felt a little sad.
It all depends on a certain deputy head of the e-sports department. When Lu Mingfei was playing games, he mentioned his glorious days in Internet cafes, and it was like a small river in his mouth.
Erika was fascinated by hearing it, and felt that it was a mysterious place, so she wanted to experience it.
It is said to experience life, but it is still weird for the two of them to go out on a date and go to an Internet cafe.
Although...they had a good time playing at night.
Internet cafes in Japan do not restrict the entry of minors, but the sale of violent games to minors is prohibited. Of course, tobacco and alcohol cannot be touched.
Caesar was stunned, while Chu Zihang was silent for a few seconds, "...you are worthy of it."
"What kind of comment is this..."
Lu Chen changed the subject, "By the way, how are you, brother Chu? Have you been persuaded by Brother Caesar's various comparisons?"
Right now, they are the only boys in private, so you can naturally let go of your words, tone of voice, expression, and demeanor.
Mentioning this, Chu Zihang was embarrassed for a moment, "I suddenly realized that I don't know Xia Mi well, and I don't know what to give her to make her happy."
Caesar also looked at Lu Chen, wanting to see Brother Lu's "good opinion"
Anyway, after listening to Chu Zihang's situation, he can't come up with an efficient "strategy" suggestion at present.
But Lu Chen just took a plate of sushi from the butler behind him with a leisurely expression, "Hey - what do I think?"
He finally found the feeling that brother Caesar was "the master of others", from a person who was taught to a mentor who taught Brother Chu.
"Brother Chu, I just thought you were struggling, so I didn't say anything. Now that you're ready to take the initiative, isn't it very simple?"
He swallowed the sushi, chewed a couple of mouthfuls and then swallowed it directly, "Isn't it good to let Natsumi come to Japan, you can ask her face to face, you can take her out to play."
Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect it!
"Brother Lu, it's really you."
Brother Caesar also nodded. It turns out that the reckless man's thinking is straightforward, and sometimes it may be a breakthrough.
If you can't guess, then don't guess.
Call people over, go straight to the front, and launch an offensive.
"As for the school, it's easy to say. Anyway, I don't think Junior Sister Xia Mi needs to go to class. If she is absent, let her come directly. I will help her ask for leave."
Lu Chen said grandly, school directors always have a little privilege, and Xia Mi's class is really unnecessary.
I didn't know before, but now I think of a dragon king sitting in the classroom, pretending to be serious and listening to the teacher's lecture on alchemy and the history of the dragon race...it's so stupid.
He didn't even know Xia Mi's state of mind when he was listening to the class, whether he would have the urge to go on stage and correct the teacher's mistakes.
"That's not good?"
Chu Zihang hesitated, but he was actually a little timid.
"What's wrong with it? Let's do it now. It can still catch up with Brother Yuan's wedding. Let's be happy."
After speaking, Lu Chen picked up the special mobile phone he put on the table and sent a text message to Xia Mi directly.
"I need help with something in Tokyo, come quickly, I'll talk to the academy."
Both Caesar and Chu Zihang saw what Lu Chen typed, and Caesar was shocked, "Brother Lu, when did you become so good at it?"
"What?"
Lu Chen was puzzled.
"This wave is called cutting first and playing later, not leaving Junior Sister Xia Mi with a way out and psychological preparation."
Caesar analyzed seriously.
"You said that, I'm not stupid, just explain why Junior Sister Bai is shy, and speak urgently, let Brother Chu surprise you when the time comes."
Lu Chenxin said, what do you think of me?
Chu Zihang looked at Lu Chen silently, his eyes seemed to say, "I didn't expect you, brother Lu, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to learn badly."
"Love really makes people's emotional intelligence higher."
Caesar had a look of emotion on his face.
Ding--
"Will it be dangerous, can I take my brother?"
Xia Mi replied, Fenlier likes to call her sister, she recognized it in front of everyone, and didn't bother to correct her brother's mistakes.
Caesar was on the sidelines to make suggestions, "Brother Lu, reject her, how can there be someone with a younger brother on a date, and it's not the brother-supporting demon in your hometown."
"of course."
Lu Chen replied, "Don't worry, I'm carrying a knife. If someone makes trouble, I'll hack it to death. I just need the help of my junior sister for some academic problems."
Chu Zihang watched the two friends operate in bewilderment, and before he even opened his mouth, he was about to be arranged to understand.
Ding--
"Understood, I will clean up the python of the inferior world."
Xia Mi agreed frankly, which is called "political awareness", since he has "surrendered", he should be more courteous.
Lu Chen raised his eyebrows at Chu Zihang, "It's done, the rest is up to Brother Chu."
Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, "...Brother Lu, Brother Kaiser, have you ever thought about where we should go?"
This sentence directly stopped Lu Chen and Caesar.
Where would the Dragon King like?
Lu Chen originally wanted to say that Chu Zihang could visit Tokyo according to the route he used to play with Erika, but Xia Mi probably isn't interested in these things, right?
Chu Zihang sat in the middle, and finally both Lu Chen and Kaiser raised their hands and placed them on his shoulders. They looked serious and said in unison, "You can only rely on yourself!"
Chu Zihang raised his forehead. Sure enough, it is unreliable to expect Brother Lu and Brother Kaiser to give advice.
"Brother Kaiser, what happened to you yesterday? Why is your complexion not very good?"
Lu Chen looked at Caesar and revealed this article. They have already given the assists, and the rest can only be relied on by Chu Zihang.
Caesar picked up the ceramic wine glass and took a sip of the sake, "...I haven't been in a good state recently, and I had a nightmare last night."
In fact, he can't recall the details of the dream, but he always feels...it wasn't a good dream.
Dreaming is always such a magical thing, it's hard to recall the details when you wake up, and as time goes on, maybe just an hour or two, it becomes more and more blurry.
But if you have the same dream, the next time you have a dream, you will realize that you have seen it all again.
"Is it very frequent recently?"
Lu Chen asked.
"Although I don't remember clearly, I should have had the same dream, many times."
With Caesar's character, he is not very happy to talk about such things with others, but the two in front of him are indeed rare good friends.
And he had a faint feeling in his heart that this matter should be communicated with others, not only to respond to his friend's concern, but also for some... something he couldn't name.
(End of this chapter)