Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

"Zhang is so considerate!" The aunties were starry-eyed, and Chu Zhang was able to remember what each of them loved to eat.

　　After glancing at his mother who was wrapped in a thin blanket and shrunken on the sofa, Chu Zhang shook his head, "The air conditioning is on too hard, the indoor temperature is up to twenty degrees." He picked up the remote control from the ground and began to adjust it, "Dry in the air-conditioned room, drink more water."

　　He went to the window again and pulled the curtains up, "This side is facing the public walkway outside, you are all dressed like this for the people outside to see."

　　The sleepwear sisters felt a little embarrassed and nodded their heads, pulling their nightgowns to cover their thighs to show they knew they were wrong.

　　"Going out to play tennis?" Mom asked.

　　"Well, may come back later, get together with high school classmates," Chu Zhang said, "I boiled the Chinese medicine you drink, in the refrigerator, drink it up without interruption, otherwise your face grows small bumps again."

　　"Well, Nah Nah Nah! Good son I remember, you are getting more and more nosy." The 39-year-old beautiful mother jumped up, hands messed up Chu Zhang's hair, and gave him a fierce kiss on the face.

　　Is it nagging? I guess it's the man's genetic heritage? Chu Zhang thought.

　　"It's good to remember." He turned around and went out.

　　Later he understood why the man always think about "drinking milk" this small thing, probably knowing that the lost something can not come back, but also does not dare to ask, just want to do something to show that the past is not illusory, they have a connection with the past, right?

　　That is the long silk line to the past, it seems that as long as it does not stop, there is no despair, it can still not die.

　　"I have no resistance to your son such a boy who does not smile and has a pie in the face! Kryptonian dog eyes blind and blind!" Aunt Sandy loudly declared.

　　"Can't help but dandy ...... this son real sprouted sprouted sprouted sprouted sprouted! If I were twenty years younger, I would have to abduct him from your home!" Aunt Annie covered her chest.

　　"Your turn? I haven't even made a move yet! Ying Ying give Zhang to me as my godson, right?" Auntie EB screamed.

　　"Just dream on, you guys! How can my son be abducted by you old women?" The old mother's smug voice suddenly turned into a giggle, "ouch ouch ouch don't scratch don't scratch, just kidding, Shanshan you are my son's second mother from today can you ...... ouch ouch ouch shouldn't tell you where my itchy meat is... ..."

　　Chu Zhang in the back with the door, the women's noise and their own separated.

　　In the garage, next to the Mercedes S500, there was a new car parked, dark blue, slender and low, like a sleeper. Porsche Panamera, the new big toy that "Dad" bought. Dad generously said Chu Zhang to use the car at any time, first of all, Chu Zhang is a good driver, almost impossible to break the car, and secondly, Dad is happy to stepchild instead of busy him to show his family's financial strength and taste to classmates.

　　Chu Zhang sat in the driver's seat, pulled down the sun visor, and gazed at his face in the makeup mirror. With his well-defined face, open forehead, straight nose, strong eyebrows, and those warm dark eyes, he looked like a good student. He was born with this look, and even if his picture was posted in the wanted papers, those who saw it would mistake it for the school's third-best student certificate.

　　He looked down and took out two soft black films from his eyes. With the strong birthday disposable contacts and the best-selling "butterfly black" color, all the hip women love the brand ...... Chu Zhang closed his eyes and stared, slowly opening his eyes, the light of his eyes like a torch put in the ancient well.

　　He ruffled his hair, slowly and forcefully moving his facial muscles ...... mirror is already another person, the face hard as a glacier, and the pupils deep fluttering golden shimmer like a ghost fire, no one will be willing to look at him at the moment, such as spear gun-like carnage spread silently, look at his eyes, like a top between the eyebrows did not buckle The safety of the gun.

　　Sometimes Chu Zhang will also be confused about which is the real self.

　　He put on his black sunglasses, "Start!"

　　 The 4.8-liter V8 engine roared in high pitch, the gears of the 7-speed PDK double-clutch gnawed together, sending power evenly to all four wheels, the wide tires gripping the ground like the curled claws of a beast before it pounces.

　　The roller shutter slowly lifted, the sunlight spilled on the windshield like a waterfall, Chu Zhang released the brake, the throttle bottomed out, the engine cheered up, and the Panamera pierced the grand curtain of light like a whetstone sword.