Chapter 820 Busy Summer

The whistle version of Twisted Nerve was fluttering on the street. Lu Mingfei was walking under the shade of the trees with his hands folded. The whistle came from a far away place, and the sunlight split by the branches crawled endlessly over his head and on the back of his white T-shirt. , colorful balloons floated recklessly in the hands of children, and the sunlight refracted light spots on the domes of the balloons, forcing people's eyes to turn elsewhere.

The time was 9:30 noon, which was still two or three hours away from noon, which was the hottest day of the day according to the weather forecast. It was already hot enough in the morning that people would lose their appetite. But Lu Mingfei was different, he would do it no matter what the situation. Being able to eat may be one of his few advantages. Even the diving training instructors only praised Lu Mingfei for being able to maintain a good mentality of eating and drinking under extreme circumstances.

Remember what aunt asked for was a handful of spring onions and Cantonese sausage? It seems that the dinner treat today is good, but it is probably because of Lu Mingze. Before my aunt's sweetheart is admitted to the University of Austin to study in the United States, there must be a generous family dinner as a souvenir, so as to avoid the heartless fat man. Capitalist society has been fascinated by the colorful world and has forgotten the warmth of home. If there hadn't been a power outage today, there would have been a dozen dishes for dinner to celebrate, right?

Speaking of which, did you ever have a so-called family dinner when you went to Kassel College?

Oh, yes, there is. They had lunch at the restaurant of the Regent Hotel. Lin Nian’s treat could not be said to be Lin Nian’s treat. Generally speaking, it was a treat from the college. As the examiner who helped Mingfei enroll, Lin Nian was there. All the expenses in the Regent Hotel were paid by the school. Unfortunately, I was still young at the time and was so moved that Lin Nian ordered a three-layer cake for himself as a celebration for the entrance banquet.

Speaking of cakes, why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?

Walking to the zebra crossing, Lu Mingfei stood in the sunshine and stared blankly at the sparkling lights on the high-rise curtain walls. The traffic lights read the seconds in the distance, the red lights jumped to green, and pedestrians took steps in a hurry and stopped behind the white line. The figure on the car was blocked by the shadow of the sun visor, and only the half of his body illuminated by the sun could be seen. The windshield reflected Lu Mingfei, who was still in a daze on the roadside.

Someone honked the horn, and Lu Mingfei was brought back from his thoughts. He glanced at the green light, which had only a few seconds left, and quickly ran onto the zebra crossing with his head lowered. It was at this moment that Jay Chou's "Flower" suddenly sounded in his pocket. "Hai", he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the screen and found that it was a call from his aunt. He picked it up hurriedly even while crossing the road.

"Mingfei, have you arrived at the vegetable market? If not, buy me two radishes to make soup! Also, you ran too fast and forgot to tell you that the toilet seat at home was cracked by your uncle. When you go to the furniture store to buy a new one, remember not to be cheap and buy a higher-end beech wood one. Last time I read in Moments that buying a toilet seat may cause allergies and rashes on the buttocks!"

"Ah ah? Oh oh oh." Lu Mingfei agreed.

"Also, I have something to do when I go out in the afternoon. You can take care of lunch by yourself! If you go out without the key, you will know where the spare one is. Remember to put it back when you use it! Oh, and also, if you have nothing to do in the afternoon, just buy it back I cut the radishes by the way, remember to put them in a ventilated place in the kitchen, otherwise they will get sour at night!"

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei felt like he opened the memo and typed it in one by one. When he brought lunch to Fingel, the names of the dishes he ordered were not so difficult to remember.

"By the way, and also, I bought the toilet seat and installed it by the way. I pay so much property fees every month for people looking for properties. They have to do something to get money. Just pay attention to what they are doing at home and don't mess with it. If you were sitting in the house playing games all day, you wouldn’t even know that your house would be emptied out!”

While his aunt was still nagging, Lu Mingfei had already crossed the street and was told to keep his head down the whole time. At Kassel College, he had never been so humble when the dean and professors of the department nabbed him repeatedly about his test scores. From a certain perspective, middle-aged women are as powerful as How to Train Your Dragon.

The phone was hung up, and the world of cicadas seemed much cleaner. Lu Mingfei held the phone in his right hand and stood still and took a long breath. He was not brewing the anger of being ordered around like a donkey, but trying hard to calm down in his head. Auntie’s arrangement is to draw up a task list.

He first had to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, then go to the furniture store to buy a toilet seat, and then find a place to treat his five internal organs. Then he rushed home to cut radishes for soup in the evening, and then he had to call the real estate agent to wait. Repair the toilet. Oh, by the way, you have to bring a bottle of mineral water to the maintenance man who repairs the electric switch when you go back. If the electric meter is repaired in advance, he has to remember to do the 'daily' routine of the college.

It was such a busy day at the 'S' level. Lu Mingfei shook his head a little and felt a little overwhelmed. If it was Lin Nian, what should the other party be doing now? Where is Chu Zihang? These two people live in the same city like him. On such a hot noon, are they running around for Cantonese sausages and daikon radish under the sun like him?

Stop talking.

Lu Mingfei was about to put his cell phone in his pocket when his cell phone suddenly sounded a rapid alarm. A child passing by on the street holding ice cream and a hydrogen balloon was so frightened that he sat on his butt on the ground, with the ice cream splashing on his face. Then he cried loudly, and the hydrogen balloon flew upwards as soon as it was released.

Under the angry gaze of the children's parents, Lu Mingfei poked at the screen as if he wanted to eat the phone, interrupting the alarm sound. He complained a lot and then lowered his head and ran forward. After turning a corner, he entered a shady alley. He looked at the phone screen, whose brightness was gradually rising in the shadow, as if he had seen a ghost.

The alarm sound is not because the mobile phone is overheated and will explode automatically. After all, Lu Mingfei never uses Equipment Department products. Even if those guys even promote "Equipment Department daily technology products" in the college in order to increase research funds, few students will be fooled into buying them. Nine times out of ten, electronic devices have self-destruction capabilities. After all, not everyone can replicate the Academy of Agricultural Sciences’ case of making snacks to make extra money.

Lu Mingfei turned off the short alarm on his mobile phone and showed on the lock screen that he had an unread text message. Yes, the alarm sound just now was the incoming message reminder of this text message. It was not that Lu Mingfei liked to make the incoming message notification sound on his mobile phone. It's like a bomb warning, but the message from only one number in his mobile phone is so scary.

"Mingfei.Lu, you have unread text message 1—Norma"

A text message from the college on the other side of the ocean. After being away for most of the summer vacation, Lu Mingfei almost thought that when he returned to the once wasted days, the organization finally remembered him.

Lu Mingfei opened the lock screen and clicked on the text message, reading it quickly with a rather complicated expression and mood. As expected, the content of the text message was as horrifying as his email alert.

"Mingfei.Lu:

The Executive Department has assigned you a temporary task. You need to rush to the South Railway Station before one o'clock this afternoon, hand over an important document to Executive Department Specialist B007, and take it back to the college headquarters. Your return ticket is booked at Early morning of July 18, 2011.

This mission is a temporary emergency mission. You are assigned as a specialist to assist. Please contact the mission specialist ‘Richard’ within half an hour after receiving the text message to learn the mission details. The Logistics Department will locate your location based on your real-time address and arrive at your location within 60 minutes for mission pickup and preparation. Please be prepared at any time.

Office of the Minister of Enforcement.

PS. According to the admission information, you were born on July 17, 1992, and you turn 19 today. On this important day, on behalf of Rector Hilbert Jean Angers and all the professors on the Faculty Senate, I would like to wish you a happy birthday. Thank you for attending Kassel College and sharing the wonderful time with us. It was an honor to grow together.

In addition, according to school regulations, students with birthdays can receive a customized birthday cake for free in the college restaurant. However, you are currently on summer vacation in China, so the free birthday cake service will be extended to the beginning of the summer semester on July 20. I A flight ticket back to the headquarters has been booked for you. Please be ready to leave at any time after the mission of the execution department is completed.

Sincerely, Norma. "

"Birthday? Mission" Lu Mingfei was stunned. During the time he returned to China, he worked as a cow and horse for his aunt during the day, which was like a black slave. The rest of his free time was spent in the interstellar red alert. His days were wasted in the summer sunshine flowing on the ceiling and the keyboard that seemed to be chirping incessantly. Where could he find anything else? Remember what birthday.

As for the urgent task of the Executive Department, apart from the 'Bronze Plan', this is probably the first time he has received a task from the Executive Department, right? But why does the time point happen to be during the summer vacation? Even in class, a group of black trench coats picked him up and left him without a chance to show off, which was quite sad.

Lu Mingfei's head was a little confused, and he was confused by this text message with a lot of information. So in a day when someone on his road was already very busy, two major events suddenly dropped from the sky? The first one is that the American school reminds him that today is his birthday. Although he cannot eat the free cake in the school, he can postpone it until he returns to school. The second one is that the executive department finally remembered that he was showing off in this corner. He has been the Suns' official 'S' class for most of the summer vacation. Are they going to start reusing him?

But since it is reuse, why was he assigned to the position of 'Specialist Assistance'? I remember that the group of seniors who complained about the Executive Department in the Night Watch Forum said that the position of 'Specialist Assistance' is usually given to task specialists. A handyman, right?

During the mission, when the commissioner is looking through the files and gets thirsty, you have to go to Starbucks to buy coffee; when the commissioner is interrogating the prisoner, you hand him a soldering iron and a poker; when the commissioner tortures the prisoner and his shoulders are sore, you have to squeeze the commissioner's shoulders and beat his legs to wipe away the sweat; at night If the commissioner feels cold in bed, you don’t have to go. At most, you can buy a hot water bottle for the commissioner. The executive department has not yet reached this level of bureaucratic corruption.

All in all, the position of 'Specialist Assistance' is basically the same as a handyman in the eyes of the students. Even if you put on the black trench coat of the execution department, your face will look as cold as the one in "Men in Black" starring Will Smith. Likewise, this doesn't change the reality that you are just a handyman. Does wearing a black windbreaker from the executive department and putting on a stern face when you go to Starbucks to buy coffee make you superior to others? Maybe the security guard at the Starbucks entrance will consider whether to let you in after seeing your behavior.

But who is this "Richard"? Richard? Sounds strangely familiar.

Lu Mingfei swiped his phone and looked at it again, and finally figured it out. This text message was basically to remind him that he was a Loser whose birthday he couldn't even remember, and to tell the Loser that the organization had temporarily remembered you, the foot wiper, so hurry up and show your strength. Let Yu Wen go to work as a handyman running errands for others!

Lu Mingfei really didn't care about birthdays. At most, he was a little excited to hear that the free cake could be postponed, but he didn't feel anything else. Even he himself couldn't remember his birthday. Who else in the world really cared about his birthday? several? Parents doing archeology deep in the jungle? They couldn't explore the dragon tomb while discussing how to randomly pick something in the tomb as a birthday present for themselves, right?

Quite nonsense.

The sunshine outside the alley shone at Lu Mingfei's feet, and the water channel reflected a line of blue sky extending along the alley in the distance. He leaned in a dark alley that was too noisy to squeeze in, lowered his head and silently read the text message three times, memorizing every time point and the name of the commissioner, and then deleted the text message.

Today's schedule may have to be rearranged. Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei is really a busy man. He runs errands for his aunt and does miscellaneous tasks for the execution department. Although it feels like he is doing the same thing, it's just different at home. But looking on the bright side, at least I didn't spend my birthday sitting in a power outage at home like a dead pig, waiting for it to stink, which is already a great success!

There are people who need him, Lu Mingfei, and there are people who are waiting for him, Lu Mingfei, to give feedback. Isn't this the greatest achievement on this birthday?

"Ding."

After deleting the text message, Lu Mingfei received another text message on his phone. This time, the reminder sound was normal and there was no buzzing alarm.

"Happy birthday. Chu Zihang." It was as clean and neat as the Japanese sword that the letter writer carried with him.

"." Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Chu Zihang, the president of the Lion Heart Club, sent Lu Mingfei a birthday text message on an ordinary summer morning. It was like the emperor personally congratulating a minister on his birthday. He felt flattered, but it was not surprising. After all, he, Lu Mingfei, was a good person. He is also a member of the Lion Heart Club. It is not surprising that the president, who is fond of his name, remembers the birthdays of every member. After all, there is something called the emperor's mind in this world. He sees that President Chu is usually quite emperor, showing off his domineering attitude. All he had to do was get the lion from the Lion Heart Society tattooed on his clothes.

"Ding"

Another text message followed.

"Happy birthday. Don't be late for the execution of the department's tasks. If you have time in the evening, we can have dinner together."

Lu Mingfei looked at the contact person, Lin Nian, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and his heart swayed with the water in the ditch. So someone really remembered his birthday? Sure enough, a bad friend is a bad friend. You can forget your wife’s wedding anniversary, and your wife can forget your birthday, but a bad friend will definitely remember every reason to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. A bad friend’s friendship is as strong as a diamond. ah!

But why did he know that he had received the task of the execution department? Does he know the commissioner named "Richard"? Or is the real ‘S’ much better informed than this unknown person like him? Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand, and he noticed that Lin Nian's text message and Chu Zihang's text message were sent at the same time, with an error of no more than three seconds at most. Is this a coincidence or some shady secret relationship?

He thought with malice and teasing.

"Ding"

Two more text messages came in one after another.

"Happy birthday. Lu Mingfei, let's have dinner together if we have time. I'll cook." The note from the person who wrote the letter, Lu Mingfei, was Lin Xian. Of course, Lin Nian remembered Lu Mingfei's birthday, and Lin Xian must have remembered it too. Is Lin Xian cooking tonight? Lu Mingfei began to seriously consider whether to skip the family dinner tonight. For what reason? If you simply say it’s your birthday and want to get together with friends, you should be understood, right?

He looked at the next text message.

"Happy birthday. The place for the dinner should be at my house. You know the address." Su Xiaoqiang, Lin Nian and Lin Xian all remembered that the little goddess would definitely get involved, as neatly as a family.

But if the three of you are together, can't you just send it all in one text message? What a waste of SMS charges! Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh. His mood, which was originally depressed due to the sultry weather and the errands and handymen, became much more relaxed.

"Ding."

The phone rang again.

Lu Mingfei quickly looked down, thinking it was another birthday message.

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"Lu Mingfei, is this your mobile phone number? I'm Chen Wenwen. I heard you're back. Today at 11:30 noon, the literary club will have a dinner at Sophie Ladd's Pizza. If I get a text message and have time, I'll give it a try. Get up."

Lu Mingfei accidentally kicked a stone at his feet. The stone rolled over and fell into the canal, smashing the line of blue sky. Like a meteorite falling into the Pacific Ocean, the water ripples continued along the depths of the canal. The blue sky ripples away.

His face reflected on the phone screen was a little dazed.

The world seemed to suddenly fall into a high pitch, the sound of cars passing by outside the alley, the sound of children rejoicing after getting new ice cream, the sound of a lost red hydrogen balloon rising in the wind, and the sound of a Twisted nerve whistle somewhere. .Everything is squeezed into a string, side by side and sprinkled by the sun in this hot summer.

This sudden text message made Lu Mingfei a little confused. He took his mobile phone and looked outside the alley, full of scorching sunshine.

The exchange of letters a year later is like a hydrogen balloon that I originally thought would float far away in the sky and never be seen again. When I looked up by chance, it suddenly became entangled in a high branch. It turned out that it had never flown very far. Just hanging there with the dazzling sunlight shining on it.