Dinluo District is home to more than 2 million villains, poor people, and homeless people...
As a residential area for people under 50, looking from a distance from the platform, dilapidated houses of varying heights cover the entire field of view. Colorful LED light boards and handmade wooden plaques are hung from one end to the other, and crowded people are walking On the dirty streets, a typical old Hong Kong-style slum.
Of course, Dinluo District is still somewhat special. Although it is dirty, backward and faces many dangers, due to its unique geographical location, it is very close to the defense tower of Shangnan City. Therefore, after nearly half a century of evolution, this place has become Shangnan The largest machinery trading and maintenance base in the city.
Construction pilots certified by the Combat Association can prepare here, and then set off from the defense tower to destroy the mist beasts.
For example, the aircraft and the red-winged giant bat roared in the sky. The anti-wing fighter was inadvertently hit by the sound wave of the red-winged giant bat. It pulled up a black smoke and hit the protective cover, turning into a ball of brilliant fire.
Death is also the norm here.
Lu Ze, who was wearing a high school uniform, calmly walked through the streets and alleys. After going around and around, he appeared on the fourth floor of an old building. There was a broken road running through the outside and large and small houses lined up inside.
It's dark and humid here, with mice squeaking across the corners, and the small advertisements on the walls glowing dimly.
Lu Ze stopped, smelling the slowly coming smell of engine oil, and looked at the shop ten meters away.
The signboard is a piece of dismantled car door, with five characters crookedly nailed on it with rivets.
【Brilliant Machine Repair Shop】!
If you look closely, you will see a line of small words written in charcoal below [Also sells breakfast, soy milk, tofu curd, fried dough sticks, wife cakes, sesame paste, sand tea noodles,...]
The surroundings are also filled with neon lights that are of low taste and explosive quality. From a distance, it looks more like a hair salon than a hair salon.
However, there were no beautiful women on the platform at the door. Instead, there was an old man with a stubble and a cigarette in his mouth. Under his overalls, his tendons were exposed. He was squatting on a scrap iron frame and looking up at the building opposite at a 45-degree angle, with melancholy eyes. Like a homesick horse.
There were people coming and going around him, but he was dazzling and lonely.
Several bewitching women with exposed waists walked by more than ten meters away. The uncle's eyes wandered for a moment, and then he took a deep puff of the cigarette, brewing some kind of emotional outburst.
"Tang Yingqi is here."
A gentle call sounded from his ears, but in Tang Hui's ears, it sounded like a sudden thunder.
"I don't smoke!!"
With a shout, Tang Hui held the remaining half of the cigarette butt in his hand and held his breath at the same time.
So the remaining smoke naturally blew out from his ears...
"Hey, is Old Tang performing acrobatics?"
An old man next to him happily walked away carrying half a catty of fried dough sticks.
The puff of smoke just now turned half of Tang Hui's face red. He squatted angrily at the door, like a hairy crab struggling to endure the high temperature.
Lu Zeshi walked past Tang Hui, waved his hand in a friendly manner, and then walked towards the stairs next to him with a smile.
Tang Hui nodded pretending to be dignified, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.
As expected, Lu Ze gave him an affirmative look in reply.
Hey...
That was the sound of cigarette butts being snuffed out.
Lu Ze didn't feel any guilt at all, because he knew that a cigarette butt with a temperature of 700 degrees was, at most, only hot enough for this secretive uncle.
The moment he was about to climb the stairs, Lu Ze turned around, his eyes flashing with nostalgia, "Uncle Tang."
"Um?!"
Tang Hui, who dared not move, subconsciously raised his head, doubts flashing in his eyes.
"Thank you." Lu Ze smiled and climbed up the stairs.
Tang Hui's eyes flashed with confusion. Did Lu Ze take the wrong medicine today?
Thank you!
etc.
Tang Hui's face flashed with solemnity.
Just now, it seemed that this guy was the one who said Yingqi was back!
His neck stiffened for a moment, and the brightest smile appeared on Tang Hui's face. Then he turned his head little by little. When he saw the empty road, the man in his forties cursed.
"Lu Ze, you little bastard, how dare you tease your Uncle Tang."
"My hands are burned to the skin!"
"Hiss, uncle's hand is useless."
"Ouch! I'm disabled..."
Cursing voices, accompanied by moans that couldn't be more fake, were intermittently transmitted into the corridor.
A bright smile appeared on Lu Ze's lips.
This middle-aged man who looked greasy and slovenly was called Tang Hui. When the tower emerged from the depths of the mist, he was one of the first people to step into the storm realm.
He also has a fair-skinned, beautiful and aloof girl with long legs, who is two years older than him. She is a sophomore at A-level Liuguang Academy and will be known as the Queen of Artillery in the future.
Unfortunately, three years after the future self entered the fog, both of them died.
The reason for his death was simple, but it was enough for Lu Ze to remember him in his two lifetimes.
The simple bracelet kept in the Battle Alliance recorded the calm figures of Tang Hui and Tang Yingqi in front of the sea of fire.
…
"Aze, your father used half his life to block that shot for Uncle Tang and became a useless person. We are all men, and no one has come and gone through fire and wind. Naturally, your father should be the boss of me for the rest of his life. Don takes care of it.”
"But this time, my fate is not good, and my enemies come to visit me."
"Maybe your kid would have died in the fog a long time ago. If you are lucky enough to survive, then live well."
"Are you done? Record it before every battle. No wonder such a big man is so miserable." The tall figure wearing a pilot uniform stood with his arms folded, and his cold voice was filled with dissatisfaction. It was obviously Tang Yingqi who was there. urge.
"It's over, it's over...Dad, isn't this just in case, haha."
Tang Hui smiled and turned off the projection.
This is the last image left by the two of them.
…
That man kept his promise for twenty years.
However, even if both of them stepped into the 12-star realm, they would eventually fall.
When he returned from the eighth floor of the Mist Tower, all he saw was a city that had long since been reduced to ruins, and a hundred thousand fog beasts occupying the land.
That year, Lu Ze was 37 years old and at the 15th Star Realm, lower king level.
Only then did he learn that the two families had such a secret past.
Perhaps for his father and Tang Hui, being alive is their greatest joy.
However, this is not what he wants.
Therefore, Lu Ze spent three years, starting from a footprint left at the scene, and gradually restored the entire fact through countless clues.
[Black Snake Organization], [Gaoli Family], [Silver Alliance]...
However, when he found out the truth, he found that the fog beast had destroyed most of his enemies for him.
However, the two surviving families, Gao and Li, were completely destroyed by the Telekin family that rose up in Northern Siberia during an internal conflict.
The so-called hatred turned into a wave in the long river of history.
The saddest thing in life is when a child wants to be raised but cannot be cared for.
The thing I hate most in life is that time buries everything.
It was from that moment that Lu Ze completely severed his connection with the earth, leaving him with the only remaining title of human wanderer.
…
The dark corridor was full of debris, but the iron door had been wiped clean.
Lu Ze put his palm on the old doorknob, and his face, which had not changed even when the heavenly bodies were overwhelming him, finally changed.
His father, Lu Zongguang, was out of breath after saying a few words, dragging his sick body but teaching himself to be upright.
She always hates that iron cannot become steel, but she loves her mother, Li Shiwei, more than anyone else.
Lu Ming, his younger brother who secretly went to work at the age of thirteen in order to support the family, but was crippled in one leg and unable to speak a word.
This is the softest place in his heart, where his soul returns due to countless thoughts in his sleep.
This place is called - home!
The corners of his mouth pursed again and again, and he held the doorknob tightly with his palm.
When a familiar voice came from the crack in the door, Lu Ze pursed and then raised the corners of his mouth.
"Dad, Mom...I'm back."
The boy opened the door and showed the brightest smile in his two lives.
