Chapter 389

He remembered that this was his ninth birthday gift, which was specially customized at a high price.

But no matter how much it cost, because the woman couldn't wait. He remembered that when the woman split the wooden box to expose the motorcycle, the woman touched his head: "riding it is like a real man, Caesar, show it to mom!"

The boy is in a trance, Caesar? Am I Caesar?

But the memory is so profound that he understands his mother's intention more clearly than anyone else. It's not to spend money to reflect his mother's love, but that his mother can't wait for him to grow up... From the day he was born, his mother is destined not to wait for him to grow up.

But mom wants to see him grow up so much

So that day he rode the motorcycle, flew over the whole garden and landed on the top of his father's Rolls Royce, leaving scar like tire marks on the shiny spray paint.

His mother cheered him loudly. He was very happy. He liked his mother to be proud of him.

The boy stood in place 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 onto the motorcycle and lifted the square tin bucket and a bucket of kerosene.

He rode on the motorcycle like a horse, drove slowly to the central altar, skillfully bypassed all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and drenched the whole barrel of kerosene on the coffin.

His sign language was clearly not used for a long time, but at this time, he used it as skillfully as before. He compared it to the woman in the coffin.

"Mom, those who have made you... Painful will pay... For what they have done!"

He took a zippo lighter and held it. Maybe he looked down at the woman's face for the last time. It seemed that he repeated the scene countless times. After all, he just stared expressionless with stubborn firmness in his eyes.

Because my mother said that men shouldn't cry, because it's useless for cowards to cry.

So he thought that in his life, he would cry only before he died. At that time, he exhausted all his strength and had no way to go. No one can help him. At this time, it's okay to cry... Right?

The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin. Before the flying flame reached the corner of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging over the church.

The huge curtain covered more than half of the dome, and the corners blew down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At the moment, the whole fell, covering the coffin and all candlesticks, as if the sky tilted and turned into a burning flame seven or eight meters high.

The fire alarm device starts instantly, and the rainstorm like water curtain falls from the sky, but before the water curtain completely extinguishes the fire, the hexagonal coffin will turn into ashes.

"Mom... This is my last time to see you."

The boy whispered to himself, like some subconscious decision, or some kind of farewell from the bottom of his heart.

Between the big curtain of water and fire, Harley Motorcycle roared across the central altar, and the black car shadow was as sharp as a knife!

During the dinner party, the slightly drunk men and women were dancing or clinking their glasses gently. Suddenly, they heard the roar of the engine echoing in the long corridor!

They were not allowed to make any response at all. The thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside. The boy jumped up on Harley and drove on the table full of wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, smashing everything recklessly.

"Caesar! What are you doing?" someone tried to scold.

"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. The signature was flying Italian.

"Sorry to disturb your celebration. I just held a cremation for my mother, probably burning the central altar," the boy looked coldly at the old gentleman trying to control the situation. "Uncle, please fill in the appropriate number for me and tell the bishop that although I appreciate his mass for my mother, I don't like his accent."

Frost stared into the boy's eyes and said in a stern tone: "you have grown up. You shouldn't fool around. You are the heir of Gattuso's family. You should know the rules!"

"I see the rules written on your face," the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, he still burned with anger when looking around his noble and elegant elders.

"But all I want to do is run over it!"

He hung up the gear, the motorcycle returned along the way, rolled the whole long table again, and after landing, it was a beautiful tail swing. After going out, he went away along the long corridor, knocked open the carved iron door in the basement and went away along the garden path.

The roar of four rows of pipes can be heard far away, representing his ridicule, his noble family, powerful parents... And even the world.

But the boy also knew in his heart that it was useless. His ridicule was just the barking of a milk dog. Face was worthless for a Greek man. Those who were in power cared about other things.

In the bottom of my heart, it's like a voice constantly bewitching him to liberate something and put to death all the Dalits who dare to trespass and insult their mother!

The elves in the dark night were still transmitting the sound of the house to him, and the dirty elders were still whispering.

"He probably knows that the family is full of joy at his mother's death..."

"In fact, the dead woman is nothing at all... But his son's name is Caesar, which is the name of a great king... What king will let go of those who have caused pain to his mother?"

The boy was expressionless. Standing in front of the burning church, the fire splashed like thousands of fireflies. He was expressionless, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.

You're right, but it's not about my name. No matter my name is Caesar or anything else, I won't let go of the people who make my mother miserable!

Frost picked up the check, which was signed by Caesar gulwig.

"He actually uses his mother's surname... Is this to deny that he is from the Gattuso family?"

"We are celebrating the disappearance of gulwig, but it seems that everything is far from over..."

"Such a child wants to inherit the family?"

"We must tame him. At all costs, we can't decide who will inherit the family. It's his blood. He's one of ten thousand!"

The boy sneered at the corners of his mouth and said something he didn't seem to be able to say when talking to himself.

"Tame me? But as you said, how do you... Match my blood?"

The dragon blood in the body was as hot as a church fire, and the whole body seemed to boil.

It was the ultimate pain, and the boy roared inexplicably in his throat.

There seemed to be a voice from the abyss, "come and kill them all!"

When his mind was in chaos, a dazzling light appeared in front of him, which made him unable to open his eyes. It was like... Opening his eyes.

The glare of the sun came into his eyes. The sound of the door being opened came from his ears. The cold wind in winter brushed his cheek and made him awake for a few minutes.

"I slept?"

Caesar sat up and looked at Chu Zihang, who had just opened the door.

The crisp sound of waking bamboo in the courtyard is introduced into the second room, which is orderly and calming.

"It's almost noon. I don't think brother Caesar is such an unruly man. Let's have a look."

Chu Zihang was expressionless. "Are you okay?"

Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand. "It's all right. It's just a rare dream."

He did not accuse Chu Zihang of opening the door without authorization. Although they were not on a mission, Chu Zihang really should check if there were any abnormalities.

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar sweating. He didn't ask at this time. He thought Caesar was seriously injured during the duel with brother yuan yesterday.

So don't worry. Come and have a look. In case Caesar is unconscious, he can even send the other party to the hospital.

Lu Mingfei is away. Some things are so inconvenient.

"Brother Lu, where are they?"

Caesar got up in his pajamas. He was going to take a bath.

"They haven't come back yet, but they shouldn't have to worry."

Chu Zihang didn't contact brother Lu at all, because he didn't think there was anything else in the world that could hurt each other.

Brother Lu and Hua Liyi went out to play crazy. They don't know how happy they are in the world. Not making light bulbs is the first consciousness of a good brother.

"Did you take the girl out for the night? Brother yuan knows that I'm afraid he doesn't want to cut people."

Kaiser laughed and make complaints about it. After all, the painted pear clothing is underage in all kinds of meanings, and two people are not married either.

"It's all right, brother yuan. He can't fight."

Chu Zihang said expressionless.

"Ha ha, brother yuan is going to feel heartbroken when he hears it."

Caesar came out of the door, "I'll take a bath first. Brother Chu, do you want to come together?"

This is not a strange speech, because Chu Zihang still has a trace of sweat on his skin and has obviously exercised all morning.

Behind the residence of the eight families in Sheqi, there is a luxurious open-air hot spring, which is very comfortable.

"I'm going."

Chu Zihang can't help it. Anyway, there are no paparazzi from the information department here, and there will be no strange rumors.

Everyone is a man. Why do you take a hot spring together?

Ten minutes later, they leaned against the stone slab by the hot spring, and the housekeeper of the eight snake Qi families here brought lunch and sake.

Caesar is still used to it. After all, he is a person who can enjoy it. 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, eating snacks and drinking with friends is really a rare relaxation time in life.

At this time, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with an explosive figure carrying a towel on his shoulder came in.

"Yo, I'm soaking too."

Lu Chen said hello to the two people, but he didn't see anything at all. He went to Chu Zihang and picked a good place to soak in.

"At this time, I came back and painted pear clothes?"

Chu Zihang had some doubts.

Lu Chen waved his hand. "She went to another house nearby. She was with Ying. I can't follow her."

He is indeed rarely separated from painted pear clothes outside, but this is the territory of the eight snake Qi families. Now Japan is relatively safe. He can't take painted pear clothes in hot springs.

"Brother Lu and Hua Liyi went out to play all night and didn't return at night. What did they do?"

Caesar asked with interest.

Isn't it?

"Where do you want to go? Hua Liyi said she hasn't been to an Internet cafe... Neither have I. then she went to play games all night."

Mention this, Lu Chen also has some residual thoughts.

It all depends on a vice minister of the e-sports department. Lu Mingfei once mentioned his glorious years in the Internet cafe when playing games. It was like a small Jianghu in his mouth.

Let painted pear clothes listen to it and feel that it is a mysterious place, so I want to experience it.

It's said to experience life, but it's strange for them to go out on a date and go to an Internet cafe.

Although... They had a good time at night.

Internet cafes in Japan do not restrict minors' access, but prohibit the sale of violent games to minors. Of course, cigarettes and alcohol can't be touched.

Caesar was stunned, and Chu Zihang was silent for a few seconds, "... It's worthy of you."

"What comment is this..."

Lu Chen changed the topic, "how are you, brother Chu? Have you been moved by brother Caesar's various immortal parallelism?"

At the moment, there are only boys in private. Their words, tone and expression can naturally fly.

Chu Zihang was embarrassed when he mentioned this. "I suddenly found that I didn't know Xia MI, and I didn't know what to send. She would be happy."

Caesar also looked at Lu Chen and wanted to see what brother Lu had in mind

Anyway, after listening to the situation of Chu Zihang, he can't come up with efficient "strategy" suggestions at present.

But Lu Chen just took a plate of sushi from the housekeeper behind him with a leisurely look, "Ho - what do I think."

He finally found the feeling that brother Caesar was "a man", and changed from the person who was taught to the mentor who taught brother Chu.

"I just thought you were struggling, brother Chu, so I didn't say. Since you're ready to take the initiative, isn't it very simple?"

He swallowed sushi, chewed two mouthfuls and swallowed it directly, "let Xia Mi come to Japan. If you have a problem face to face, you can take her out to play."

Chu Zihang was stunned. He didn't expect it!

"Brother Lu, I really have you."

Brother Caesar also nodded. It turned out that the reckless man's idea was straight. Sometimes it might be a breakthrough.

Since you can't guess, don't guess.

Call people over, go straight to the front and launch an attack.

"As for the school, it's easy to say. Anyway, I don't think younger martial sister Xia Mi needs to have class. It's too open. Let her come directly and I'll ask for leave for her."

Lu Chen said grandly that the school manager should always have a little privilege, and Xia Mi's class is really unnecessary.

I didn't know before. Now I think of a dragon king sitting in class, pretending to be serious and listening to the teacher talk about alchemy and dragon history... It's stupid.

He didn't know what Xia Mi's attitude was when he attended the class. Would he have the impulse to go on stage and correct the teacher's mistakes.

"This... Is not good?"

Chu Zihang hesitated. In fact, he was a little counselled.

"What's wrong? Do it now. You can catch up with brother yuan's wedding. Rub your joy."

Lu Chen said, so he picked up his special mobile phone on the table and directly sent a text message to Xia MI.

"Tokyo needs help. Come quickly. I'll talk to the college."

Caesar and Chu Zihang both saw Lu Chen's words. Caesar was shocked, "brother Lu, when did you know this?"

"What will happen?"

Lu Chen doesn't understand.

"This wave is called cutting first and then playing. It doesn't leave a retreat and psychological preparation for younger martial sister Xia MI."

Caesar analyzed seriously.

"You say this, I'm not stupid. I'll directly explain what to do if younger martial sister is shy. It's urgent. Let brother Chu surprise me at that time."

Lu Chenxin said, what do you think of me?

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Chen silently, and his eyes seemed to say, "I didn't expect that brother Lu, you have learned bad."

"Love really makes people's EQ higher."

Caesar's face was filled with emotion.

Sting——

"Will it be very dangerous? Can you take your brother?"

Xia Mi replied that fenrier loved to call her sister, so she recognized it in front of the people and was too lazy to correct her brother's mistakes.

Caesar gave advice, "brother Lu, veto her. There's no date with a brother. It's not the magic of helping a brother that you say in your hometown."

"Of course."

Lu Chen replied, "don't worry, I have a knife. If someone makes trouble, I'll cut it to death. It's just a little academic problem and I need the help of younger martial sister."

Chu Zihang looked at the operation of the two friends with an ignorant face. Before he spoke, he was about to be arranged to understand.

Sting——

"Yes, I clean up the python of the lower world."

Xia Mi's promise is straightforward, which is called "political consciousness". Since he "defected", he should be more attentive.

Lu Chen picked Chu Zihang's eyebrow, "done. The rest depends on brother Chu."

Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, "... Brother Lu, brother Caesar, have you ever thought about where we should go?"

This sentence directly stopped Lu Chen and Caesar.

Where will the dragon king like?

Lu Chen originally wanted to say that Chu Zihang could visit Tokyo according to his previous route with painted pear clothes, but Xia MI was probably not interested in these?

Chu Zihang sat in the middle. Finally, Lu Chen and Caesar raised their hands and put them on his shoulders. They looked serious and almost said in unison, "you can only rely on yourself!"

Chu Zihang helped the forehead. Sure enough, it's unreliable to expect brother Lu and brother Caesar to give advice.

"Brother Caesar, what happened to you yesterday? You don't look very good."

Lu Chen looks at Caesar and reveals this article. Their assists have been given, and the rest can only rely on Chu Zihang.

Caesar picked up the ceramic wine cup and took a sip of sake, "... He hasn't been in good shape recently. He had a nightmare last night."

In fact, he can't recall the details of his dream, but he always feels... It's not a good dream.

Dreaming is always such a magical thing. It is difficult to recall the details when you wake up. As time goes on, it may only be an hour or two, and it will become more and more blurred.

But if you have the same dream, the next time you dream, you will realize that you have seen all that.

"Has it been a lot lately?"

Lu Chen asked.

"Although I can't remember clearly, I should have had the same dream many times."

With Caesar's character, he is not willing to tell others about such things, but the two people in front of him are indeed rare good friends.

And he felt that he should communicate with others about this matter, not only to respond to the concerns of his friends, but also for something... He can't say.