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Chapter 109 Loneliness is a devil
Chapter 109 Loneliness is a devil
Back then, Lu Mingfei was still in the literary society.
Back then, when he read novels, while others were reading sentimental literature or classic works, he couldn't get into any of them and instead picked up a few martial arts novels.
I hope that one day I'll fall off a cliff and get martial arts skills, magical treasures, secret manuals, or beautiful women. Or at the very least, I'll have a eagle brother.
One thing he really disliked was that the female characters always had a slightly ambiguous, subtle quality—you know what I mean.
Young Lu Mingfei searched for answers online, and eventually a reply from another man helped him understand.
I've at least figured out two words: "artsy youth".
According to that guy, those authors were all repressed, and their minds were actually dominated by their small heads.
Therefore, the tragedy of Little Dragon Girl is a minor tragedy. To write about a woman with experience and knowledge, one must start from the crotch.
Because their limited imagination cannot fathom how a woman could have experience and knowledge, nor can they imagine what a woman's rich past experiences might include besides her crotch.
A female construction worker is clearly a more suitable and compelling symbol for literary depiction than a Kun (a mythical creature).
But these people who only have their crotches in their heads can only write "Kun" but not the former.
At that time, Lu Mingfei was quite successful, and the few women around him were his aunt and classmates.
He sought this response simply to find an outlet for his emotional distress over the Little Dragon Girl story.
But he couldn't imagine what the former woman would be like.
I didn't really think about that passage seriously, and I couldn't imagine how it was so appealing. I just gave it a like and that was it.
Later in Twisted Three Kingdoms, the women in Twisted Three Kingdoms were either romance queens who automatically triggered a romance domain when they came within three meters, or they were like the god-like Qinghe.
Later, when I returned to Kassel, people mainly looked at lineage rather than gender. Those with higher lineage could easily elbow those with lower lineage to pieces.
The impression given is that there is basically no difference between men and women.
Besides, everyone has the same profession, so there's not much to say.
But looking at Fang Meng, he suddenly remembered his older brother's response.
"Make mountains bow down, make rivers give way, and turn natural barriers into thoroughfares."
He murmured, as if chewing.
"Haha, isn't that cool? When I saw that sentence, I thought I had to tell it to others and see their expressions of being amazed by how cool it was."
Fang Meng just laughed at Lu Mingfei's appearance. To be honest, the frequency of Fang Meng's laughter reminded Lu Mingfei of Huang Zhong.
But at this moment, Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at Fang Meng with a firm gaze.
"Very handsome."
"Right? I also think that's really cool. Today is like a dream come true. Let me tell you."
"I'm telling you, you're very handsome."
Lu Mingfei spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone and eyes equally firm.
He couldn't have imagined how charming such a woman could be before, but today he saw it and understood.
Practice what you preach, have lofty aspirations, be down-to-earth, and remain steadfast.
The calluses and scars on the other person's body, their sun-tanned bronze skin, and their short hair that was once long enough to be tied into braids but was cut to ear length for ease of movement.
All of this proves that her intention to help everyone walk the right path is genuine.
She is truly walking firmly on this path, which may be bumpy, but it is undoubtedly a good path.
Having spent so much time with Boss Cao, he had been influenced by what he heard and heard, and this habit of saying whatever came to mind came into play.
Lu Mingfei's words silenced Fang Meng, who was about to launch into a long speech.
The two simply stared at each other silently, the crackling of the campfire seeming to be a timer.
Unfortunately, Fang Meng lost.
Lu Mingfei defended his third-place finish in the staring contest so far.
Fang Meng turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.
But as the saying goes, people from her accented area are the least able to stand awkward silences. Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't seem inclined to speak, she thought for a moment and then spoke.
"By the way, do you know what kind of road we're planning to build in this area?"
Lu Mingfei shook his head decisively.
Then he saw Fang Meng stand up, dust herself off, turn around, stand up straight, and point to a mountain in the distance.
"At that time, we will cut through mountains and build roads, and cross rivers to get from one end to the other."
Her rough fingers drew a line in the night sky, and Lu Mingfei saw it. It seemed that he could vaguely see a bridge.
"It's a huge project, and it might take a long time before it's open to traffic. By the time it's open, we might have forgotten what each other looks like, hahaha..."
Her voice softened, and Lu Mingfei simply nodded before speaking.
"Yes, I hope that when the time comes, you will still be on this path with your original aspirations unchanged."
That's life. As you keep moving forward, you'll always meet all sorts of people.
Space brings you closer, and the attraction between people brings you together, but you all have to move forward in the end.
Many times, you brush past someone on the street, and that's the only time you'll ever meet them in your life.
There's a saying that there are 20,000 people in this world you would fall in love with at first sight.
But sometimes you might be sitting on trains departing in opposite directions, looking out the window out of boredom, exchanging a glance from afar, and suddenly realize that the other person seems to be the one for you. Unfortunately, the next second the train leaves.
So what? Can you chase after a train or what?
In the end, all you can do is say six words: Keep moving forward and don't look back.
Because looking back will cause pain, for the person is gone and will never return. The ancients put it so clearly, we should raise a big glass in celebration.
Lu Mingfei was a man who often looked back. He would always turn back to look at Shouchun and Guandu, at his children, and then glance at his wife before looking away again.
The moving train then tore at his body, a reminder that there was no one there anymore.
But it's not very useful. He's the best in the world. As long as he has a breath left, he's invincible. Even fate can't stop him. It can only try to mess with his mentality.
The man on the road said, "I'm standing right here, what can anyone do to me?"
But there's no one there anymore. As you follow the train forward, you'll always meet new people worthy of your love, and loneliness won't catch up with you.
But if you insist on standing here with your neck stiffened, then don't blame loneliness for devouring you like a demon.
So Lu Mingfei lowered his head and gently stroked Ling's hair.
The other person was still sleeping. This girl with obsessive-compulsive disorder was wrapped in his trench coat, resting her head on his lap, sleeping peacefully.
Fang Meng sat back down, tore off the last piece of snake meat, and looked at the two people in front of her.
The warm firelight illuminated them, making them look like a classic oil painting, which made one feel truly wonderful.
But that's all for now; a quick sigh and that's it.
There are so many roads in the world that need to be repaired. She is not an overly intelligent person or an overly energetic person, but she can take time out of her work to live her own life.
So if you choose this path, you have to give up some things, such as your youth, your not-so-outstanding beauty, and your love.
Sometimes she herself couldn't figure out which path was the right one.
After a long day, I go to the hotel for a quick meal, then expertly check my blood sugar. Looking at the numbers, I can't understand how life has come to this.
But after I came to my senses, I realized that this was the right thing to do. So, if we get tired or it's too hard to keep walking, does that mean we should stop?
She has transformed from a quiet and reserved girl into the talkative older sister who is now accustomed to using excessive talking to relax.
What else is there to say? Let's go.
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