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He remembered that this was his birthday gift when he was nine years old, and it was specially customized at a high price.

But no matter how much the price was spent, it was nothing, because the woman could not wait. He still remembered that when the woman split the wooden box to expose the motorcycle, the woman touched the top of his head: "riding it is like a real You're a man, Caesar, show mom!"

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

But the memory is so deep. He understands his mother's intentions more clearly than anyone else. It is not to spend money to show maternal love, but the day when his mother can't wait for him to grow up...from the day he was born, His mother was destined not to wait for him to grow up.

But mom wants to see him when he grows up so much...

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

His mother applauded him loudly. He was very happy. He liked that his mother was proud of him.

The boy stood there for a long time, thinking about all kinds of things, he felt a sense of rejection, and in the end he just shook his head and let out a long sigh.

He stepped on the motorcycle and lifted the square tin bucket, a bucket of kerosene.

He rode on a motorcycle like stepping on a steed, drove slowly to the central altar, deftly bypassed all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and poured the whole barrel of kerosene on the coffin.

His sign language was obviously not used for "a long time", but at this time, he was as proficient as before, speaking to the woman in the coffin.

"Mom, those who have made you...pain, will pay... the price for what they did!"

He was holding a zippo lighter, holding it, maybe the last time he looked down at the woman's face, and it seemed to repeat this scene countless times, after all, he stared blankly, with stubborn determination in his eyes.

Because my mother said that men shouldn't cry, because crying is useless, and cowardly people cry.

So he thought that in his life he would cry only before he died. At that time, he exhausted all his strength and there was no way to go. No one could help him. At this time, crying... is it okay?

The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin, and before the soaring flame reached the corner of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging above the church and pulled it forcefully.

This huge curtain covers most of the dome, and the corners blow down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the entire fall, covering the coffin and all the candlesticks, as if the sky is falling, and it instantly turns into a scorching flame of seven or eight meters high.

The fire alarm device was activated instantly, and a rain-like water curtain fell from the sky, but before the water curtain completely extinguished the fire, the hexagonal coffin would surely be reduced to ashes.

"Mom...this is the last time I have come to see you."

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

Between the fire and water scenes, Harley Motors roared over the central altar, and the black car shadow was as sharp as a knife!

The slightly boozed men and women were dancing or clinking glasses at the dinner, and suddenly heard the loud engine roar echoing in the long corridor!

They were not allowed to react at all. The thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside, and the boy leaped up on Harley and drove on the dining table full of wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, unscrupulously Knock everything into pieces.

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

"Pay the bill." The boy said coldly, and threw the screen in front of an aunt, took out an unnumbered cheque, and threw it on the ground. The signature was flying in Italian.

"Sorry for interrupting your celebration. I just held a cremation for my mother. I probably burned the central altar." The boy coldly looked at the old gentleman who was trying to control the situation. "Uncle, please fill in the appropriate form for me. The number was given to Mr. Bishop and told him that although I am very grateful to him for the Mass for my mother, I don’t like his accent."

Frost stared into the boy's eyes with an unusually stern tone: "You have grown up, you should not be fooling around, you are the heir of the Gattuso family, you must know how to behave!"

"I saw the rules written on your faces," the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, looking at his noble and elegant elders at the moment, the fire of anger still ignited in his heart.

"But all I want to do is just run over from above!"

He hung up the stall, the motorcycle returned along the path, and rolled over the entire long table again. After landing, there was another beautiful flick. After going out, he went away along the long corridor and smashed the carved iron in the basement. Door, go far along the garden path.

The roar of the four rows of tubes can still be heard running far away, representing his ridicule, towards his noble family, powerful parents... and even the whole world.

But the boy knew that it was useless from the bottom of his heart. His ridicule was nothing but the barking of a milk dog, and face was worthless to a certain Greek. Those in power care about other things.

In the bottom of my heart, there was a voice constantly bewitching him, letting him liberate something, and put to death all the untouchables who dared to overstep and insult their mother!

The elves in the dark night are still passing on the voice of the house to him, and the filthy elders are still whispering.

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

"Actually, the dead woman is nothing at all... but his son was named Caesar, and that was the name of a great king... What king would let his mother suffer?"

The boy was expressionless, standing in front of the church full of flames, with the flames flying like thousands of fireflies, his expressionless face, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.

You are right, but nothing about my name, no matter my name is Caesar or something else, I will never let go of the person who caused my mother's pain!

Frost picked up the check, and the signature on it was Caesar Gulweig.

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

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

"Such children want to inherit the family?"

"He must be tamed, and at all costs, whoever inherits the family is not our decision, it is his blood, his blood line of choice!"

The boy sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said something that he didn't seem to say when he muttered to himself.

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

The dragon's blood in his body was as hot as a church fire, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.

It was the ultimate pain, and the boy let out an inexplicable low growl in his throat.

There seemed to be a voice from the abyss, "Come on, kill them all...them!"

When his mind was in confusion, a dazzling light appeared before his eyes, which made him unable to open his eyes, as if...opened his eyes.

The glaring sunlight came in, and the sound of the door being opened came in his ears, and the cold winter wind brushed his cheeks, making him sober.

"I have slept?"

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

The crisp sound of the bamboo in the courtyard spreads into the second interior, which is orderly and calming.

"It's almost noon, I don't think Brother Caesar is such a self-disciplined person, just come and have a look."

Chu Zihang was expressionless, "Are you okay?"

Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand, "It's okay, it's just a rare dream."

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

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar, who was sweating profusely, and did not ask at this moment. He originally thought Caesar was seriously injured when he was discussing with Brother Yuan yesterday.

So don't worry about it. In case Caesar is unconscious, he will be able to send him to the hospital.

Lu Mingfei is not there, some things are so inconvenient.

"Brother Lu and them?"

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

"Not back yet, but they shouldn't need to worry."

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

Brother Lu and Eriyi 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 good brothers.

"Is this taking the girl out for the night? Brother Yuan knows that he is not trying to kill someone."

Caesar grinned and said, after all, Eriya was underage in all senses, and the two were not married.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan can't beat him."

Chu Zihang said blankly.

"Haha, Brother Yuan feels heart-wrenching when he hears it."

Caesar walked out the door, "I'll take a bath first, do you want Brother Chu to be together?"

This is not a strange remark, because there are still traces of sweat stains on Chu Zihang's skin, and he obviously exercised all morning.

And behind this mansion of Sheqi Bajia, there is a luxurious outdoor hot spring, which is very comfortable.

"Preparing to go."

Chu Zihang has nothing to do, anyway, there is no paparazzi from the Press Department here, and no strange rumors will be spread.

Everyone is a man, what's wrong with taking a hot spring together?

Ten minutes later, the two leaned on the stone slab by the hot spring, and the butler of the Sheqi Bajia Mansion delivered lunch and sake.

Caesar is still more used to it, after all, he is a person who can enjoy, 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 springs in winter, having snacks and drinking with friends, is indeed a rare relaxing time in life.

At this moment, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with a towel on his shoulders, an exploding figure walked in.

"Yeah, I'm also soaking."

Lu Chen greeted the two of them refreshedly, and walked to Chu Zihang's side and picked a good spot to soak in.

"I'm back now, where's Eriri?"

Chu Zihang was a little confused.

Lu Chen waved his hand, "She went to another mansion nearby, with Ying, I can't follow."

It is true that he is rarely separated from Eriyi outside, but this is the site of the Sheqi Bajia Family. Nowadays, Japan is relatively safe. It is impossible for him to soak in the hot springs and pull Eriyi together.

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

Caesar asked with interest.

Could it be?

"Where I wanted to go, Eriya said she hadn't been to an internet cafe...Neither did I, and then went to play games all night."

When it comes to this, Lu Chen also has some lingering thoughts.

It all depends on a certain deputy head of the e-sports department. When Lu Mingfei was playing games, he mentioned his glorious years in the Internet cafe, which is like a small river in his mouth.

Eriyi was fascinated by it, and felt that it was a mysterious place, so I wanted to experience it.

Said it was to experience life, but it was weird that the two went out on a date and went to an Internet cafe.

Although... They had fun at night.

Internet cafes in Japan do not restrict the entry of minors, but the sale of violent games to minors is prohibited. Of course, alcohol and tobacco cannot be touched.

Caesar was stunned, and Chu Zihang was silent for a few seconds, "...you deserve it."

"What comment is this..."

Lu Chen changed the subject, "Speaking of which, how are you, Brother Chu? Have you been moved by the comparison of the various gods of Brother Caesar?"

At this moment, only their boys are in private, and the expressions and expressions of words and tone can naturally be released.

When he mentioned this, Chu Zihang was embarrassed for a moment, "I suddenly found that I didn't know Xia Mi, and I didn't know what to give her to be happy."

Caesar also looked at Lu Chen, wanting to see what Brother Lu had "good ideas"

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

But Lu Chen just took a plate of sushi from the butler behind him with a carefree expression, "Hey—why do I think?"

He finally found the feeling that Brother Caesar was "senior man", from being taught to being a mentor to Brother Chu.

"I just thought that Brother Chu was struggling, so I didn't say. Now that you are ready to take the initiative, isn't it simple?"

He swallowed the sushi, chewed two mouthfuls and swallowed it directly, "It's not enough to let Xia Mi come to Japan, you can take her out to play if you have problems face to face."

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 way of thinking went straight, and sometimes it might be a breakthrough.

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

Call someone over, go directly to the front, and launch an offensive.

"As for the school, it's easy to say, anyway, I think Junior Sister Xia Mi doesn't need to go to class. If she is absent, let her come directly, and I will ask her for leave."

Lu Chen said in a magnificent manner that the director of the school has a little privilege, and Xia Mi's class is really unnecessary.

I didn’t know it before, but now I think of a dragon king sitting in class, pretending to be serious and listening to the teacher talking about alchemy and dragon history... it’s just stupid.

He didn't know what Xia Mi's mentality was when he was listening to the class, whether he would have the urge to come to the stage and correct the teacher's mistakes.

"That's not good?"

Chu Zihang hesitated a little, but in fact he was a little confused.

"What's wrong, do it now, I can still catch up with Brother Yuan's wedding, so happy."

As Lu Chen said, he picked up the special mobile phone he had put on the table and directly sent a text message to Xia Mi.

"I need help with something in Tokyo, come here quickly, I'll talk to the college."

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

"What will?"

Lu Chen was puzzled.

"This wave is called cutting first and playing later. It doesn't leave Junior Sister Xia Mi's retreat and psychological preparation."

Caesar said in a serious analysis.

"You said this, I'm not stupid, just explain what to do if Junior Sister Bai is shy, say it urgently, then let Brother Chu go and surprise you."

Lu Chenxin said what do you think of me?

On the other hand, Chu Zihang watched Lu Chen silently, his eyes seemed to say, "Unexpectedly, Brother Lu, you guy with big eyebrows and big eyes broke your studies."

"Love really makes people's emotional intelligence higher."

Caesar looked emotional.

Ding-

"Will it be dangerous, can I take my brother?"

Xia Mi replied, Fenrieux liked to call her sister, and she recognized it in front of everyone, and she didn't bother to correct her brother's mistake.

Caesar made some suggestions on the side, "Brother Lu, veto her, there is no one who brought her younger brother on a date, and it is not the demon who helped the brother in your hometown."

"certainly."

Lu Chen replied, "Don't worry, I am carrying a knife, and someone will be hacked to death if someone makes trouble. It's just that I have some academic problems and I need the help of a younger sister."

Chu Zihang watched the two friends operating with a dazed expression. Before he spoke, he was about to be arranged to understand.

Ding-

"Understood, I clean up the python of the inferior world."

Xia Mi's promise is simple and profitable. This is called "political consciousness." Since he has "surrendered", he must be more diligent.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows towards Chu Zihang, "It's done, the rest is up to Brother Chu."

Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, "...Brother Lu, Brother Caesar, have you ever thought about where we are going to play?"

This sentence directly stopped Lu Chen and Caesar.

What would Dragon King like?

Lu Chen originally wanted to say that Chu Zihang could follow the route he used to visit Tokyo with Eriyi, but Xia Mi was mostly not interested in this, right?

Chu Zihang sat in the middle, and finally Lu Chen and Caesar both raised their hands and put them on his shoulders. The two looked serious and serious, almost in unison, "You can only rely on yourself behind!"

Chu Zihang helped his forehead. As expected, it was unreliable to expect Brother Lu and Brother Caesar to make suggestions.

"Brother Caesar, what happened to you yesterday? Why didn't you look good."

Lu Chen looked at Caesar and revealed this article. They had already given their assists, and Chu Zihang could only rely on the rest.

Caesar picked up the ceramic wine glass and took a sip of sake. "...I haven't been in very good condition recently. I had a nightmare last night."

In fact, he can't recall the details of his dreams anymore. UU read www.uukanshu.com, but he always felt...that was not a good dream.

Dreaming is always such a magical thing, it is difficult to recall the details after waking up. As time goes by, it may only be an hour or two, 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 it all.

"Is it very frequent these days?"

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 very willing to talk to others about such things, but the two in front of him are indeed rare good friends.

And he faintly felt that this matter should be communicated with others, not only to respond to friends' concerns, but also for something... which he couldn't say.

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