Chapter 256: The Scholar in the Literary Circle

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Lu Mingfei could see carefully that his uncle's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly after hearing these words. The clear wine rippled in the narrow rim of the cup. But then, his uncle put the wine cup into the cup.

It hit the table with a "pop" sound so loud that even my aunt jumped.

"The Lu family, our ancestors were also rich." The man's blushing face showed a wanton smile, and his unshaven and slightly rough appearance was tinged with pride at some point.

"Why do you say that? My great-grandfather, your great-grandfather, was a fifth-grade military attache in the Qing Dynasty. He wore an official uniform with a pattern of bears on the back, and his crown was decorated with small sapphires and was inlaid with crystal stones. The auspicious crown is made of crystal stone." The uncle sat on the chair with his back stretched out, trying his best to imitate the demeanor of a high-ranking official sitting in a sedan chair, all square and steady, showing his official authority. He was as proud as a peacock with its tail spread, and even Lu Mingfei She couldn't help but be slightly surprised, it turned out that his mother was actually a daughter of an official.

It's a pity that he didn't understand that in that turbulent and separatist era when there were as many high-ranking officials as dogs and red hats everywhere, a fifth-grade military attache could only be regarded as an extremely embarrassing and unremarkable existence.

What's more, it's almost a hundred years now.

"Have you studied the Meiji Restoration in history, and do you understand the Westernization Movement? Your great ancestor was one of the first people to study abroad at government expense after the Westernization Movement." The uncle took a chopstick and picked out the fish for himself. Chewing the bone spurs carefully, he looked so heroic as if he no longer paid attention to the tigress sitting next to him.

"So awesome?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but want to go back to his room, take out his history textbook, and find out his ancestors from the old photos taken abroad to commemorate.

"Isn't that right? It's a pity that my great-grandfather was sent abroad on a secret mission, so he didn't leave any photos as a souvenir." Lu Gucheng couldn't help showing regret on his face. After all, he could appear in that photo. In the end, many of them were like this Zhan Tianyou, Tang Shaoyi, Cai Shaoji and other big names in various fields, even now, still give the Lu family some bragging rights.

"Then what happened next?" Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of his family's situation, and as soon as he slapped his thigh, he noticed something was wrong. After all, their ancestors of the Lu family had some capable people, so why are they like this now?

Raising the flag to rebel? No, even if the current situation was turbulent at that time, with bullying from foreign powers and the Taiping Rebellion at home, the Qing government's dominance was still quite strong.

Besides, after being caught, the entire family would be beheaded, implicating nine clans.

"The world of flowers is so charming. At that time, Li Hongzhang went to the United States for inspection. Wasn't he impressed by their steel buildings and steamships? Besides, the social atmosphere was already very open at that time. Marilyn Monroe's white dress could not be covered with his hands. Can't cover up the white thighs." When Lu Mingfei was scratching his head, Lu Gucheng pouted and poured himself another glass of wine.

In that era, not everyone went to study abroad with the firm belief of caring about the country and the people. Many people went there with the mentality of seeking refuge and enjoying happiness. It was inevitable to be corrupted by capitalist sentiment.

Although his uncle's expression was cryptic, Lu Mingfei finally understood. As for Niang Xipi, his ancestor of the Lu family turned out to be a speculator and was bribed by Americans' sugar-coated bullets.

"I heard from people who came back from studying abroad that he later stayed at Roush College in Chicago and worked as a lecturer or professor. Anyway, he never came back, not even a letter." The uncle sighed melancholy and continued to drink and eat. .

No wonder Lu Mingfei didn't ask before, and he never boasted about it in front of his children and nephews. Although a fifth-grade official is good, someone who abandons his wife and children to enjoy happiness overseas will inevitably do bad things to his descendants. example.

"But it seems that my parents have been abroad for more than ten years, right?" Lu Mingfei thought about it, and his originally angry expression became a little dim. He looked at the ordinary middle-aged man who was drunk and sipping in front of him.

It turns out that his old family abandoned his wife, oh no, there is a fine tradition of abandoning his son. Men like his uncle, who have good ears and care about the family, have a genetic mutation.

"Mingfei, you can't learn from your great ancestor in the future. What's so good about America? What's so nostalgic about those blond and blue-eyed beauties in bikinis? Beauty Pass is the Tomb of Heroes!" The men all sighed and patted the boy again. The shoulder said.

"I want to learn more from your uncle. My uncle was also known as a beautiful young man in Yushu Linfeng, an honest and reliable young man. A large number of little girls liked me, but I rejected them all outright."

"Uncle, I have seen all the DVDs you collected back then. I was beaten by my aunt when I stared at the thighs of pretty girls when I was on the street. There are also love letters that I secretly wrote to my next door neighbor Xiaofang when I was in elementary school. I I also found it in the old cabinet in the storage room..." Lu Mingfei muttered disdainfully in his heart.

He felt that his uncle's ability to stay on his own to such an extent was due to two reasons. First, you have a thief's heart but not your courage. A big man cannot lose power for a day, and a young husband cannot lose money for a day. If you have neither of these, but you are still ordinary-looking, even if you go to the United States, you will still be washing dishes.

Second, if there is a shrew in the family, what can be done? Nothing to do.

"Don't do this when you go to the United States." Uncle muttered drunkenly, like a warning or an exhortation.

"Don't worry, we have watched Mingfei grow up as a child. He is honest and takes care of the family, just like you were before." Auntie smiled in agreement, rarely.

"Don't mention the relationship between uncle and nephew. If you two stand together, no one will question whether you are father and son." The aunt complained in her heart, but because of this, she was not too wary of Lu Mingfei.

If he was really as smart and wise as his brother-in-law, she would be even more afraid that Lu Mingze would be bullied.

"Ugh..." The little fat man was swallowing food with sadness at the moment. The explosion of fireworks outside the window was like a wedding salute at sunset, hammering into his heart.

In his mind, the two of them seemed to have become Romeo and Juliet, Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan, no, they were a couple like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. However, under the obstruction of the evil family forces, the two could not get along. See.

In fact, my aunt was still wrong. There is still something different between Lu Mingfei and his uncle. Just like Lu Gucheng was the best brag in his life. He found a teahouse with his friends and could scold Fang Qiu and swallow thousands of miles of anger. Like a tiger, and then chatted all afternoon.

Lu Mingfei is a bit shabby. If you ask him to brag in front of everyone, he may not dare. But if you ask him to put on a vest and speak on the Internet, Lu Mingfei will immediately cheer up. He would dare to say such things as wishing he was born 800 years later and who would be his rival in the world's heroes.

This kind of personality, with high emotional intelligence, is called a top scholar in the world of literary chat, but a master in the world of verbal chat. To put it simply, a person with low emotional intelligence is a keyboard warrior. What keys are there!

On the top of the immortal world, proud of the world, as long as my keyboard is there, there will be heaven! What else? I have a key to open the gate of heaven, and I have a key to kill the immortal.