Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 101 Xia Mi's Declaration of Victory (Part 2)

"The trees they grow high, and the leaves they do grow green, Many is the time my true love I"ve seen, Father, dearfather, you "vedonemegreatwrong——

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Xia Mi, who had just loaded her luggage into the car, plopped down in the back seat of the taxi.

"Driver, is this Altan's 'Daily Growing'?"

"Yes, it's a song from 'The Blue Dolphin'."

"Sir, you...you drive a Maybach to drive a long-distance taxi?"

Xia Mi couldn't help but observe the facilities inside the car. A familiar feeling struck her like lightning, and she observed the car twice without changing her expression.

A Maybach 62, a luxurious Maybach, a large, all-black sedan over six meters long.

The car is voice-activated. The driver said "start" to the cherry wood center console, and the instrument panel flashed slightly.

"Not only long-distance taxis, but sometimes I also help people with wedding planning—you can't be idle if you're not busy, because people easily break down if they're idle. Even when I go fishing, I can't be idle."

The driver sounded like a young man, but when he chatted, he acted like a middle-aged man, rambling on about everyday life.

Xia Mi initially hummed a little tune, but later got annoyed by the nagging and sang the theme song of "Prime Minister Liu Luo Guo" in the style of Beijing drum ballad, meaning she didn't want to chat anymore.

Now it was the Maybach driver's turn to complain about the noise. He hissed and put on the headphones from his light blue portable music player.

Xia Mi leaned against the car window and looked out. She noticed raindrops on the windowpane; the effects of the typhoon hadn't completely disappeared. The Maybach was already on the highway.

There's a bit of traffic today, so it will take seven hours to drive there, even though the two places aren't actually that far apart.

Something was off about the car; it showed signs of having been abandoned. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she activated her spiritual vision. She heard a rustling sound, like the sound of an old-fashioned black and white television.

She imagined that inspiration was flooding her like a tide—not just inspiration, but also memories, memories she had read, memories triggered by similar environments.

In another black Maybach, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy wearing a Burberry plaid scarf sat in the back seat, his appearance somewhat effeminate.

The Maybach sped along the empty elevated highway on a rainy night, splashing water as high as a person. The driver, without consulting his superiors, turned on the stereo, blasting Altan's "Daily Growing": "How's this song, son? Good taste, right? The big bosses I know have been listening to this kind of English music lately. What's that saying again? You have to learn to put on airs in this world!"

"Taste isn't something you can't understand." Fifteen-year-old Chu Zihang was both amused and exasperated. "So you can't tell? This song is a conversation between a girl and her father, not a boy's. It's a bit inappropriate for you to play it for me."

"What's the difference between having a boy or a girl? It's all fatherly love. Whether it's a son or a daughter, my fatherly love for you will never be less."

The man, usually so nonchalant, suddenly smiled with delight. "You understand? I heard your English is top-notch in your middle school, first in the entire grade in the second year, and you even won a competition—but your mom didn't even tell me what this song is about?"

"I already had my birthday and I'm in my third year of junior high, have you forgotten?" Chu Zihang turned his head.

The tree is growing taller, the leaves are turning green—he is still small, but he is growing up.

Chu Zihang silently translated the song lyrics in his mind.

He realized it was a conversation between a father and daughter, and that after experiencing certain events, the daughter had fallen in love with a fourteen-year-old boy who was much younger than her.

He didn't hear some of the lyrics clearly in the middle, but the ending was very clear, with a somewhat sad melody.

"I bought flannel and made his shroud. With each stitch, tears streamed down my face. With each stitch, tears flowed back. Cruel fate ended his life."

The story of the boy and girl ends in tragedy; the boy, only a teenager, soon enters the grave, where grass grows lush and green.

Chu Zihang had always thought that the man was the kind of driver who liked to listen to rock music, but he never expected that he would like to listen to music about family and tragedy. Just by listening to the melody, he could hear a faint sadness.

"It's Children's Day, how could I forget? I'm thinking about a gift. I didn't realize you're already fifteen and a junior high student." The man seemed to realize the inappropriateness of his words and quickly explained, "I went to your birthday party that day—the 'Peacock Mansion' villa area in the east of the city, you know. There were a lot of your classmates there, so it wasn't appropriate for me to go in."

"It's been almost a month since my birthday. Have you thought it through?" Chu Zihang's tone turned cold, and his fingers trembled.

The man's confidence waned further: "I was really in your neighborhood at the time, but I couldn't find a reason to go in. I'm at ease knowing you're doing well."

"We can go out to eat, just the two of us." Chu Zihang's voice was low. He took off his Burberry plaid scarf and folded it neatly, making his stance clear.

"Then—I'll take you out to eat next time it's your birthday?" the man asked cautiously, but in the blink of an eye he became very talkative, "I know a lot of restaurant owners, I have friends who do this—your mom said that everything you wear is expensive now, why did you take off your scarf?"

"I don't care what I eat, I really like braised pork intestines." Chu Zihang lowered his head and looked out the window somewhat helplessly.

"Don't be like this, son. It will make your mother sad. It's not like I don't want to raise you." The man sighed helplessly. Suddenly, his expression changed. He saw some dark shadows walking towards them.

The pitch-black rain made the memories even more blurred.

Xia Mi felt something was off as she recalled the incident. In that memory, the man hadn't adjusted the music, but the Maybach's audio system had automatically switched to playing this song. Why was this Irish folk song playing in the car at the time? Were there any other people in the car then?

What followed was indeed a tragedy: the Maybach did not crash off the overpass, but the boy ran sadly out of Exit 62.

In reality, the Maybach exited the overpass at Exit 62 at a high speed.

"You've arrived. The trunk is open for you."

The Maybach driver took off his headphones and spoke to remind her that she had returned to the seaside town.

"Okay, goodbye, Master, I'm going to get my luggage."

Xia Mi took the pink and white suitcase out of the car, checked the luggage, and was about to turn around to say hello when she found that the Maybach and the driver had disappeared into the traffic like ghosts.

At the agreed-upon location, someone was waiting for her by the railing next to the sidewalk; it was "the marks of the setting sun".

"Here you go, with the milk foam, no ice, 60% sweetness!"

The boy waved excitedly and held up his platinum phone to show his identity. Xia Mi was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

The boy took out the KFC family bucket hidden behind his back, and raised the bucket, just like King You of Zhou lighting the beacon fires to send a message to the feudal lords.

"Bestie, bestie, I recognized you at first glance!" Xia Mi's eyes sparkled as she ran happily toward Lu Mingfei.