Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

Huaixu has intensified its efforts.

This time it's much clearer.

These emotions are not conveyed by the painting itself, but rather injected by the artist while creating the painting.

I've spent my whole life drawing things that clients don't like.

I revised it again and again, until finally, I didn't even know what I was drawing anymore.

The client also said, "No, let's revise it again."

They won't give us more money, and the deadline is fast approaching.

Once the painting is finished, it cannot be publicly exhibited; it can only be placed in a dark corner for a select few to view.

The resentment is heavier than that of a ghost.

Being an artist is not easy.

He empathized with the artist.

Huai Xu opened his eyes and looked at the painting.

Now he understands why the painting conveys such complex emotions.

It's not that the painting itself has any special power; it's that the artist poured too much emotion into it.

Resentment, despair, curses, poverty... these things were applied stroke by stroke by the painter to the canvas, mixed with the oil paint, and solidified into a part of the painting.

What others saw was a black dragon and a burning snow mountain.

What he saw was a destitute artist in a basement, cursing and revising his draft while facing more than a hundred revision comments from his client.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Guderian asked softly.

"Huai Xu, what did you see?"

Huai Xu withdrew his gaze.

He certainly couldn't say that what he felt was a painter's poverty and resentment; that would be too low-class.

He thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and started rambling.

"I saw a giant tree. Its roots were planted in the earth, its branches reached to the sky, and its canopy held up nine worlds."

As Huai Xu spoke, he made up a story: "But there was a giant black dragon gnawing at the tree roots. Its claws dug into the bark, its teeth crushed the wood, and sap flowed from the wounds, like the tree's blood."

"and then?"

"Then... the tree began to wither. Leaves fell from the branches, branches broke, and the nine worlds supported by the canopy began to sway."

Huai Xu paused for a moment, then said, "I saw another image. A one-eyed warrior stood beside a withered tree. He held a long spear in his hand, the tip of which was stained with blood."

"I couldn't see it very clearly; the image flashed by in an instant."

Guderian pondered for a moment, then looked at Huai Xu with a different expression in his eyes.

"The fact that you can see these things... suggests that your lineage might be even higher than we anticipated."

Huai Xu did not respond.

He has no bloodline whatsoever.

……

Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

He was still in the carriage, but Huai Xu and the others had all disappeared; it was empty.

"Huaixu?"

No one responded.

Lu Mingfei rubbed the back of his head and looked out the window. The scenery outside the window had changed from farmland to mountains and forests at some point. Large pine trees swept past his eyes, with remnants of snow still hanging on their crowns.

Where are they?

We can't just leave him alone on the train, can we?

As I was pondering this, a voice came from the side.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw that a handsome boy had been sitting next to him at some point.

How exquisite is it?

Like those medieval creatures that always spawn next to priests... cough cough...

She was just as exquisite as the blonde girl who stepped on him that night.

She had soft black hair, golden eyes, and wore a well-tailored black suit with a rose pinned to her lapel. She looked young, around thirteen or fourteen years old.

Although he's not as pretty as that girl...

Ok?

Lu Mingfei realized he had misunderstood and quickly brought his thoughts back.

No, now is not the time to think about that.

The key question is—who is this person?

How did he get on the bus?

He was clearly the only person in the private room just now. When did this boy sit in?

And... he said it had been a long time since they last met.

Lu Mingfei thought carefully for a moment, and realized that he had indeed never seen this face before, but why...

There's a strange sense of familiarity about it?

It felt like meeting an old friend after many years; you couldn't remember anything, but your heart was inexplicably beating fast.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the boy's lips curled up slightly, preparing to speak again.

"What they're saying...is all..."

"I'm so into effeminate!"

Lu Mingfei blurted it out.

He was stunned after he finished speaking.

Spending too much time with Huai Xu, Lu Mingfei's vocabulary gradually became polluted by Huai Xu's thunderous language system.

Upon seeing the boy, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that Huai Xu had mentioned something to him.

In every sense, it seems to meet the conditions given by Huai Xu...

Realizing what he had said, Lu Mingfei quickly waved his hand, "Sorry, sorry, please continue, please continue."

The boy frowned slightly and remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering whether to continue.

"Welcome to...Dragon..."

"that……"

Lu Mingfei spoke again, "Are you really a effeminate man? Did you take medication or have surgery? Do you usually go to the men's or women's restroom...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy disappeared.

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then reached out and touched the spot where the boy had just been sitting.

The seat was still warm.

Where are they?

He looked around; he was still the only one in the private room.

Lu Mingfei froze the moment his gaze swept across the window.

The view outside the window is no longer of cedar trees and forests.

He saw a huge snow-capped mountain, barren and scarred.

At the top of the snow-capped mountain, a black dragon lies crouching.

The dragon's wings spread out, stretching from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain. The entire snow-capped mountain was stained red with blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was the dragon's blood or someone else's.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, many people were standing.

They raised their hands high, shouting something, their faces filled with ecstatic expressions.

Lu Mingfei couldn't hear the sounds, but he could sense the emotions of those people.

Excitement, ecstasy, relief, and a sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe.

In a daze, he saw the black dragon open its eyes.

Golden pupils.

She just stared at him without any emotion.

Lu Mingfei tried to look away, but his neck felt like it was locked by something, and he couldn't move it at all.

Time passed in an unknown amount of time; it could have been a few seconds or centuries.

Lu Mingfei suddenly sat up.

He was breathing rapidly, gasping for air, his back soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

"Mingfei! You're awake!"

Guderian's voice came from the side.

Lu Mingfei looked around and found himself in an office.

He lay on a black leather recliner, with a brass chandelier overhead and dark wooden bookshelves around him filled with books as thick as bricks.

Huai Xu stood to the side, holding his phone. When he saw Lu Mingfei sit up, he greeted him.

"You're awake? Congratulations! The surgery was a success, and you're a girl now!"