The wind was blowing slowly, Lu Mingfei's eyes slowly opened, and his gaze rose and fell along the curtains dancing in the wind. Today is a cloudy day, the sun is very warm but not dazzling, and the clay pot in front of the window is full of purple grass flowers, which are shaped like small bells.

It is bellflower, native to Europe, flowering in early summer, and was introduced and cultivated in various parts of China at the end of the last century, including Lu Mingfei's hometown. When he was a child, a man brought him packets of bellflower seeds on his way home from work, and said that a friend who worked at the botanical garden gave them to him. He and the man spent the weekend burning several crooked clay pots, and after a few weeks of watering and fertilizing, the bellflower actually sprouted. That summer, Lu Mingfei felt very proud, because the windowsill of his house was full of purple bellflowers, and he said to everyone.

He looked at the familiar bellflower and lay motionless on the bed. The atmosphere is as pleasant as if he's been here for years, and it's the place where he feels the most relaxed and comfortable.

After lying down for a long time, Lu Mingfei finally had to face a problem.

Where is this?

He vaguely thought that he had fallen on the snowy fields of the Siberian plateau before, and the last huge sleigh he saw before he fell unconscious was both real and illusory, as if Santa Claus had come to save him, either by Lu Mingze's handiwork, or by the illusion he saw when he was in extreme confusion. If it was a vision, there was no reason for him to wake up in such an ordinary but very reassuring and comfortable bedroom. And according to his perceived temperature, the climate here should be in a subtropical climate, and his location is also about 23.5°N-40°N, 23.5°S-40°S, and according to the layout and decoration of this bedroom, this is obviously in China, combined with the scenery outside the window, this should be a city south of the Huai River in the Qinling Mountains.

But is it possible?

The area on his route was a no-man's land, and it was impossible for someone other than Lu Mingze to save him, and it was even more impossible for him to be transferred back to China in the first place, but to return to the medical department of the Kassel Academy, and besides, he was ......

Lu Mingfei was suddenly shocked to find that the watch that recorded the rest of his time was gone, and the clothes on his body were no longer the ones he was familiar with......

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White sleeveless tank top, baggy shorts...... No, this is also a familiar piece of clothing.

It's just that these are the clothes worn by the former decrepit coward Lu Mingfei, not the clothes worn by the heroic and domineering Lionheart President Lu Mingfei later.

Lu Mingfei instinctively felt a trace of fear, but that fear was quickly suppressed.

Because the peace of mind and comfort brought to Lu Mingfei here was too strong, as if he originally belonged to this place that he was very familiar with but couldn't tell where it was.

Lu Mingfei propped up his hands, slowly got up and got out of bed, stepped on a pair of plastic slippers, and looked around the bedroom where he was. Chinese-style bamboo and wood furniture, elegant and quiet, of course, can also be said to be a little shabby. On the curtain is a picture of a bear holding a strawberry, and it is also a bargain on the street for a few dollars a meter.

He walked to the windowsill and gently stroked each terracotta pot planted with bellflowers, touching it repeatedly, gently touching the same spot of each pot with his index finger.

And on the wall of the bedroom, there is actually a crazy and messy painting, which looks like a child's random graffiti. But anyone who knows art knows that it is the work of Jackson Pollock, the master of American abstraction. This is supposed to be just a copy, and the original has already sold for a sky-high price, but hanging such a painting in the bedroom shows that the owner of this house is also quite a learned person.

It's just that Lu Mingfei's mood suddenly became a little heavy.

He slowly walked out of the bedroom and looked around at the apartment, which looked like it was a few years old, with three bedrooms and a living room, two bedrooms and a study, plus a kitchenette and a small toilet. Although the apartment is old, the interior of the house is very tidy, and it can be seen from the brushed towel on the sofa that this is a relatively poor family.

Lu Mingfei walked to the study in a leisurely manner, opened the bookcase, and pulled out the set of gilded English encyclopedias lined up, each carefully examining the corners and pages.

Flipping and flipping, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Sure enough, not a single page of this English encyclopedia has been turned.

The other books in the bookcase also looked a little older, with slightly yellowed pages, but there were obvious signs of reading, and it was clear that the owner of the books had read them from time to time. Lu Mingfei took out a copy of Kant's "Metaphysics of Morals" from the bookcase, and turned the first page, "Lu Lincheng purchased it from Xinhua Bookstore in August 1993. ”

In the end, Lu Mingfei came to the only toilet, and there were three mouthwash cups on the table.

"Poof!"

Lu Mingfei burst out laughing, but as the laughter came out, two lines of hot tears came from the corners of his eyes.

Yes, is there a better place in the world for him to feel at ease than here?

Isn't this his former home!

The bellflowers on the balcony were planted by him and the man, and the names of the family of three were engraved on the backs of those clay pots; The abstract painting of Jackson Pollock in the bedroom was complained by him when he was a child that it was not as good as him; The curtain cloth of the bear-hugging strawberry on the windowsill was also bought by him and the woman for a long time when he was a child.

Almost every inch of the room had a story, a story that had happened to him and at least one of the men and women.

However, this place has long since been destroyed.

This is a building of Fuxiaoluhe, in 1957, the leader of the Maoist Federation of the National Congress began to build this kind of economic residential building in order to solve the problems of people's livelihood, and Huaxia has also built a lot. A small and cramped apartment with a family of poor intellectuals and their wives and children lived.

At the age of twelve, the man and woman, named Lu Lincheng and Jovini, left for so-called scientific exploration in a foreign land, and he also moved to live with his uncle Lu Gucheng, who was also demolished by the city government. The lush wheat fields were all bulldozed, dozens of pile drivers rumbled, commercial houses rose from the ground, and the demolition money was temporarily remitted to the bank card that Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini gave to Lu Gucheng to regularly remit to Lu Mingfei's child support.

Since then, Lu Mingfei has no way to sneak back to their family of three on Saturdays and Sundays, nostalgic for the idyllic but happy life of his parents in the past.

"Huh! Lu Mingze, you are so ruthless! ”

Lu Mingfei roared in a low voice, and these scenes all touched the softest place in his heart.

He wiped away his tears and angrily walked to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Lu Ming unskillfully used the strength of Bajiquan to try to break the deadbolt, but his wrist was shocked and hurt. He looked at his hands in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the mirror in the toilet facing the toilet door, and he walked to the mirror in surprise and looked at himself in the mirror.

With his hair crooked and his face a little tanned, this is an ordinary boy, and he doesn't need to be described as anything special. The aristocratic aura that had been impregnated at the Kassel Academy was gone, and his physical superiority as a half-breed and the muscles he had worked so hard to train were all the skills taught to him by his brothers and sisters in the Lionheart Society, such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Tomita Ryutojitsu...... It's all gone!

It was at this moment that the door lock made a sound, which was the sound of the key inserting into the cylinder and turning.

Lu Mingfei's hair stood on end, like a frightened cat.

But he suddenly felt puzzled, and he ...... Is it the one who should be expected or feared to open the door and come in?

The door was pushed open, and a woman in a plain floral dress carried a shopping bag, entered the door in a hurry, and slammed the door with her heel with a loud bang.

But the woman didn't even glance at him as if she didn't see Lu Mingfei, she just walked into the kitchen silently, muttering: "I have graduated from college, and I don't want to go to the job fair to hand over my resume to find a job, I know that cats sleep and play games at home!" Want to gnaw on the old? We don't have enough for you to gnaw on. ”

The woman took out small plastic bags of meat and vegetables from her shopping bag, as well as a few green onions that were not in the bag, which the greengrocers gave away for free after you bought the vegetables. The woman didn't continue to deal with Lu Mingfei, and went into the kitchen again in a hurry and operated it skillfully.

A clanging sound came from the kitchen, and the woman grabbed the neck of a chicken that had been dehaired, slashed it off, cut it into several pieces, separated the head from the neck, and then disemboweled the chicken.

"I know you're a rich girl now, amazing? If you do this, people will kick you sooner or later. ”

The woman didn't reply, and Lu Mingfei stood behind her like this, looking at her back without saying a word.

The woman is very tall and has a large skeleton, not as gentle and petite as the southern woman, but has a sharp and spicy energy. She looked to be over forty years old, but she still had big wavy curly hair, and she was in good shape, and she had energy in her body, and she cooked as if she were commanding thousands of troops.

"Come and peel the garlic! You're dead! Don't even do some housework? ”

Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't respond for a long time, the woman chopped heavily on the cutting board with a kitchen knife, and Lu Mingfei ran to the woman's side as if reflexively, took out a garlic from the small basket on the ground and peeled it.

But peeling and peeling, the tear ducts that had finally been stopped opened again.

The woman frowned and looked at Lu Mingfei: "You peeled garlic and not onions, what kind of tears are you shed?" ”

Seeing the woman facing him, Lu Mingfei's emotions could no longer be suppressed, and he opened his arms and hugged the woman.

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

He buried his head in the woman's shoulders and curls, sniffing the familiar fragrance, and the steady stream of tears wet the woman's shoulders and hair.

The woman was also a little at a loss and let her be held.

A mother will never refuse her son's hug at any time. It's just that her left hand is full of chicken blood, and her right hand is holding a bloody kitchen knife, so she can't hug her son.

After a long time, Lu Mingfei let go of the woman.

It's just that Lu Mingfei's next sentence made the woman can't help but burst into foul language.

"Mom, I remember you didn't know how to cook."

Woman rage!

"My mother can't cook, were you fed by me with a handful of and urine!"

Not long after, the man named Lu Lincheng also returned, still carrying a sauce duck in his hand. Giovanni glanced at the sauce duck in Lu Lincheng's hand, and her eyes were slightly unkind.

Lu Lincheng hurriedly raised his hands and explained: "I haven't eaten sauce duck for a long time, and I happened to pass by there on my way from work, so I bought one by the way." ”

"Hmph."

Giovanni snorted softly, didn't say anything, just silently served a plate of dishes. Some steamed old egg custard, fried braised pork ribs. Jovini cooks in a hurry, posing for the battlefield, but cooking is indeed the same as Lu Mingfei's impression...... Well, that is, can't cook.

Lu Lincheng took the neck and head of the sauce duck and gnawed it, broke the wings of the sauce duck and sent it to Qiao Weini's hand, and then left the duck leg for Lu Mingfei. Very simple three meals, a very simple dinner time for a family of three, there was no Australian lobster, and there was no Kobe beef, but Lu Mingfei ate happier than ever.

"Come with me to the hospital again tomorrow, a specialist recommended by a friend has come to us, and I hope he can cure you this time."

Lu Lincheng finished eating, put down the bowl and said quickly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned: "My ...... Sickness? ”

Giovanni sighed and shook her head at Lu Lincheng.

"My son forgot about his illness again, is the doctor recommended by your friend reliable this time? If you take too many drugs for neurological diseases, you will hurt your nerves, and if you are not sick, you will become sick. ”

"This is one of the characteristics of fiction, not only substituting characters in the real world into an imaginary world, but also imagining some non-existent experiences and treating them as real experiences." Lu Lincheng was not too pessimistic, "But you also have to think about the good, my son will not forget everyone who is related to him, but their impression will have some conflicts with the imaginary virtual world, but what should be family is still family, what should be friends is still friends, and lovers are the same, there will be no changes." It won't affect your life, and there won't be any danger. ”

Besides, in order to save the beautiful Japanese aristocratic little princess, she suffered a heavy blow to the head and got a fictional disease, but in exchange for the sincerity of the little girl, even her father and two brothers recognized Ming Fei, and she had no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life. People didn't look down on Ming Fei who had fiction, and they didn't ask Ming Fei to be rich, isn't it good? ”

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he heard this, he had already begun to have doubts about the definition of this world.

Did he really have the so-called "fiction", or could this be a parallel universe, and he may have traveled to a parallel universe similar to the original world characters and developments, but there were no dragons?

However, he had already experienced Chen Hong's gradual oblivion by the world and the illusion of the abyss, and he would no longer be too shaken by the world and himself, nor would he easily accept the information that Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini in front of him intentionally or unintentionally revealed to him.

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