Early Saturday morning, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up from the bed and touched his body, wanting to see if there were any missing parts.

Last night, he had a hearty meal at Lao Xiatou's house, and was dragged to play the classic "Super Mario Bros. Brothers" together, but not long after the fight, Uncle Xia used the excuse that he was dirty and wanted to take a shower, so he changed to a single-player mode of "Made in Super Mario".

The naïve Koji thought it was a new game from Nintendo, and he thought it would be difficult no matter how difficult it was, so he started the game with confidence, but it didn't take long for the roar of a groundhog to be heard in the living room.

When the old Xia Tou went out after taking a shower, the gamepad was about to be pinched.

The boy never imagined that there was endless malice hidden in this small pixel game.

No matter how fast his hands are reflexing, his consciousness is full, and traps will always pop up in unexpected places, so that he was being stabbed by all kinds of knives when he dreamed that night.

Even the little profiteer was reluctant to participate in his dreams, so you can imagine how cruel the picture was.

"Hah~"

Yawned, Lu Mingfei lay down again, although he didn't feel sleepy, but it was a beautiful thing to lie in bed.

Today, Uncle Xia said that he would take him to a picnic, and he also prepared a special training full of fun, and he didn't know whether to climb the mountain or hunt.

Or is it the same as Batman taking Robin to fight evil in Gotham, taking him to destroy Deadpool hidden in the mountains and forests.

"Tsk, it feels like my experience last night was more amazing than JOJO's adventure." Lu Mingfei pillowed the back of his head with his hands, a little strange how he could be so calm.

Isn't it too heartless to have spied on the incredible side of the world, and walked on the edge of death, but now he thinks about where to go to play like a person who has nothing to do?

But in fact, this is because he lacked the company of his parents since he was a child, and he has not enjoyed the strong sense of security given by his elders, so he feels that it may be his own problem.

Well, of course, there is part of the reason for this, he is too good at self-explanatory.

Whether it's being isolated or failing grades, he always finds a reason to console himself.

The more he lay down, the more awake he became, Lu Mingfei simply got out of bed and went to the balcony to move his muscles.

Lao Xia Tou said that if you want to know his secrets, you have to work hard to become stronger and get his approval, and when the time comes, you must dig out all his secrets, and even wet the bed when you were a child.

On the roof of a building not far from the community, a foreigner wearing a baseball cap is holding a telescope to observe Lu Mingfei doing radio gymnastics:

"Is this Huaxia Kung Fu, it's really pleasing to the eye, but it feels like the movements are a little soft, is it a beginner?"

Fingal, with two panda eyes, arrived at his target early this day, found an observation point facing the balcony and began to keep an eye on it.

The writer's room was closed with curtains and nothing to see, but the future junior got up early to exercise, and he didn't stay in bed at a young age, and he would become a great tool in time.

continued to squat for more than an hour, the younger brother had already eaten, and the writer next door still didn't move, just when Fingal wondered if this guy was watching a small movie all night, the rooftop door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged aunt with a big bucket of clothes walked in.

The aunt looked at Fingal standing by the wall, and at first thought it was a fat girl with dyed hair, and was about to say hello, but when she looked back, she realized that it was a gringo with long hair and a telescope around her neck.

"Foreign devils?!" The aunt was startled, put down her clothes, picked up the stainless steel clothes pole next to her to block the door, and felt out PHS with her other hand and prepared to call the police: "Who are you, a spy or a spy?" ”

She is a person who has come over, and she has seen Infernal Affairs, and knows that those undercover spies like to meet on the rooftop, and this sneaky foreign devil in front of her is likely to be a foreign spy, and the bag under her feet is the "goods" to be handed over, and she has to be blocked to prevent him from running.

Fingal looked at his aunt with a question mark on his head, wondering why she thought she was a spy and a spy, he was just peeping.

"Eh, auntie, did you misunderstand?"

Fingal had a good understanding of Chinese culture, and knew that calling "this lady" at this time would 100% deepen the misunderstanding, so he chose a more local title: "Look at my authentic Mandarin, where does it look like a foreigner?" ”

If he wasn't afraid of going too far, he was ready to show the other party a game of eating grapes without spitting out grape skins, not eating grapes but spitting out grape skins, red and green fish and green carp and donkey.

When the aunt heard this, this pronunciation was more standard than herself, and she suddenly became more vigilant: "Good guy, you have also practiced it, come prepared." ”

Call the police, must call the police!

Just when the aunt was about to press the dial button, Fingal finally couldn't hold back, and said in his heart, your country is safe like this, how can you be more vigilant than the people of the lighthouse country, I wonder if you don't have a big black here.

He took out an ID card from his pocket and shouted: "Wait, Auntie, I am an ethnic minority and have an ID card!" ”

These words successfully made the aunt stop her fingers, but she still did not come closer.

She is a well-known bag in this area, and even the new young man riding Harley in the opposite community has inquired clearly, and there is an extra gray-haired and gray-eyed foreigner nearby who can hide from her?

It must have snuck in today: "Then tell me, what are you doing here?" ”

Hearing this, Fingal hurriedly lifted the backpack in his hand, shook it and poured out a few books and snacks and drinks: "I'm a writer, and I've been looking for inspiration for writing recently......"

He explained and complained, sure enough, do Chinese people know kung fu, this aunt is a light practice, and she didn't make a sound when she went upstairs with such heavy clothes, so he was discovered before he could hide it.

Looking at the backpack that landed lightly, the suspicion in the aunt's heart also quietly dissipated, in fact, she didn't think that there were any secrets in this small broken city worthy of foreigners' concern, but her natural vigilance was too heavy.

Look at those books, and then look at the ID card, a trace of understanding flashed in the aunt's eyes, and she let go of the clothes pole in her hand: "You are a fan of Jiangbei, right?" ”

"Huh?"

"There's no need to hide it, I have three copies of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" on my body, who believes it if I am not a fan." The aunt who had already figured out Xia Di's identity and knew that he was not operated by others smiled:

"You've figured it out, made up a writer's excuse, and last time there was a man with glasses who said he was his editor."

"Uh......" Fingal was a little confused by his aunt's easy-to-switch attitude, and simply made a mistake and went down the steps: "You can see this." ”

So next, he learned a lot of information about Xia Di from his enthusiastic aunt, in addition to the ones on the information, what else likes to stay up late to play games, often go out with the neighbors' children, and which girls in the neighborhood are worried about him......

How to say it, he hasn't made a move yet, and he almost knows everything he should know.

"Are the Chinese people so enthusiastic?" Fingal was stuffed with a lot of information, and then went downstairs with the big peach given by his aunt.

The target has already gotten up, and if the information is correct, he should take his future junior out to the waves, and he has to follow behind.

And the aunt on the rooftop watched Fingal leave, turned around and was about to dry her clothes, but was suddenly stunned: "Hey, why don't I have a door on my mouth today, and I talk about everything?" ”

On weekdays, she easily doesn't talk about gossip with strangers, but today she didn't know how to say bald lips and told the other party about Xia Di.

Fortunately, there are no unsavory secrets, so it shouldn't be tightened.

……

On the other side, Xia Di, who had finished eating instant noodles slowly, cleaned up the kitchen waste, knocked on the door next door, and took Lu Mingfei away in the accustomed eyes of the three members of the Lu family.

Lu Mingze wanted to follow, but when he heard that today's arrangement was to climb the mountain, he would stop squeaking.

"Uncle, didn't you say you were going to a picnic, why didn't you bring anything?" Lu Mingfei was a little curious with his bag on his back, could it be that he really planned to take him hunting?

"Oh, don't worry about this, the ingredients have already been arranged, and the chef is ready."

(End of chapter)