Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 14 The Muddy Man
"Is something hidden in your heart, young man?"

A rough voice sounded behind him, Lu Mingfei turned around and saw a strange face.

This strange man was between middle age and old age, with a few scattered white hairs protruding from the sideburns of his square face, his eyes were deep and dark, and what attracted his attention the most were his old black eyes. It is full of vicissitudes and experiences.

Lu Mingfei feels that a man is like a book with an old and dusty cover, which makes people have an urge to dust off the dust and open it to read.

"Brother Story, ah, that's not right, Uncle, who are you?" Lu Mingfei asked politely, shocked in his heart that there is actually someone in this world with a face that seems to say "I have a story".

"My name is Kenjiro, and I opened this izakaya." The man smiled and pointed to the wooden plaque that read "Tokyo izakaya".

"I was just wondering who such a tall and ethnic-looking person would be. It turns out he is the owner of an izakaya." Lu Mingfei got up and shook the folds on his shirt.

"I never imagined that I have been in China for a while, and I would be recognized as a Japanese at a glance. Am I such a failure?" The owner of the izakaya scratched his black and white hair.

"Actually, the pronunciation of Chinese is already very good, but the temperament and attire are still a bit conspicuous." Lu Mingfei said that you are wearing a black feather uniform from the Muromachi period, and the plastic Chinese has a harsh Kanto accent. If you don't come out, you are Japanese and you will be a ghost!
"Hahahaha, I'm used to living in China. I don't know how to wear kimonos on non-festivals and sacrifices. However, that Miss Chen told me to wear them, and I had to take out one for her as well. On the Internet, she said that only in this way can she feel the authenticity of dining in Tokyo." The owner of the izakaya said with a smile.

"So, Uncle, you really came to China all the way from Tokyo to chase your wife?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"Well... you can put it this way, my wife always talked about the hometown where she was born and raised, so I came back with her."

Under the warm setting sun, the man's straight face was full of tenderness.

"Sorry, I didn't know Ling's wife had..."

"No need to be sorry, isn't there a Chinese saying that those who don't know are innocent." The owner of the izakaya patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder lightly, "Besides, this matter has never been my taboo, because even after she passed away, I still I can feel that she is always with me day and night.”

"Where?!" Although it was broad daylight, Lu Mingfei still had an uncontrollable chill running down his spine when he heard these words, and he looked around vigilantly.

"Here." The owner of the izakaya pointed to a crescent-shaped pendant in front of his neck with his left hand, "I always carry her ashes with me, so I stayed here and lived with her in her hometown."

"So that's it, uncle, you are really affectionate! A real man!" Lu Mingfei heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately gave the man a thumbs up full of emotion.

"If I were a real man, I should have been more decisive in the first place, so she wouldn't be buried in that rainy night." The man said this in a very ordinary tone, without any frustration or self-mockery, as if saying that he A plate of sashimi in the store sells for 1500 yen, which is a trivial matter, not such a big thing as the death of a wife.

"Ju? Is that your wife's name?" Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"No, when I saw her for the first time in Kabukicho, I thought this girl was like a little cornflower. The flower language of cornflower is meeting and happiness. I hope she will always be like that plain little flower The same, pure and beautiful." Recalling the scene of meeting the beloved woman for the first time, nostalgia flowed through the weather-beaten eyes of the man like a quiet river.

"Kabukicho..." Lu Mingfei thought that this shouldn't be a place for serious girls.

As if understanding Lu Mingfei's doubts, the man explained, "She's not a singing girl or a dancing girl, but a girl who stands at the entrance of a movie theater and sells roses. From the first day I met her, I fell in love."

"It's like that old cartoon where a young sailor sees the girl on the deck, turns to his mate and says: Hey, have you seen that beautiful girl, someday, I'm going to marry her back! "

"But unlike Chrysanthemum, I used to be a filthy person living in the mud." The man put away his nostalgic look and put on his straight face, as if he only mentioned his late wife , he will reveal a touch of nostalgia for the beauty of the world.

"Why do you say that?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly and asked.

"Because the first meeting was not ideal, I went to Kabukicho to collect protection fees, and Chrysanthemum was also one of the objects of our fees." The owner of the izakaya tore off his kimono collar with one hand, revealing a touch of indigo body painting.

That's a tattoo, a symbol of the Japanese yakuza.

Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, but his heart was shocked. He didn't expect that the owner of the izakaya that he met at a dinner party by accident was actually a big boss who had been in the Japanese mafia before?

And the owner of the izakaya said that he is from Tokyo, and the underworld in Tokyo... probably has something to do with that family.

The emperor who is deeply rooted in the dark world of Japan is also the longest-surviving family of the Japanese underworld - the Sheqi Bajia.

"And then?" Lu Mingfei pressed the throbbing in his heart and asked.

"At that time, I was actually sent by the family to work hard at the grassroots level incognito, but I lived up to expectations. In just three years, I had become a well-known leader of that generation. My subordinates charged protection fees, and threatened warnings if they failed to pay. , If I don’t pay the money, I will come forward to kill people myself, and now I think about it, it turns out that my youth was soaked in scarlet blood!"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, it’s not right, most people in adolescence quarrel with their parents, but you are good, when you become domineering in adolescence, you take pleasure in killing people, and you are quite self-aware when you say that you are living in the mud.

"Until I met my chrysanthemum, I ordered my subordinates not to charge her protection fees, and I would deliberately avoid her when passing by that street. I was afraid that she would see my dirty side. After all, she is So flawless."

"Do you know, for us gangsters, it's fine for a woman to snatch it, but I dare not, I'm afraid that my sinful hands will stain that pure white flower."

"But it seemed like a god was playing tricks on me. The more I avoided her, the more frequent I met her. I was afraid to meet her clear eyes. Whenever I passed her, I walked away quickly without raising my head, until that day. "

"It was a night with very few stars, the clouds were very thin and shallow, so the moonlight was particularly dazzling, and Kabukicho was still brightly lit. I had just killed my enemy, and there was still blood on my face, but at that time I didn't feel any pleasure, and I realized that I was no longer the stunned young man who shouted and killed all day long. Gradually, I got tired of the life of licking blood...and fear."

"When I passed the alley, the thing I was most afraid of happened. I met her eyes. Under the moonlight and neon lights, my face was stained with blood and my chest was scarred, as if I had just crawled out of hell. Shura. I thought to myself, it's over, I'm dead, I wish I could commit seppuku on the spot when the girl I love sees the most embarrassing side."

"But she just held a bright red rose and walked towards me quietly, like a pure white angel..."

"Sir, forget about everything today and give the night to yourself. I wish you a good dream, and tomorrow will be better."

"She said so."

(End of this chapter)