Chapter 47 Destiny heading in different directions

The three-day and two-night graduation trip didn’t sound long, but it was actually even shorter, so much so that there were still many attractions in the imperial capital that Lu Mingfei and his friends had to set off on their journey home.

On the bus to the airport, the atmosphere was completely different from the relaxed and cheerful one when we first arrived in the capital, and everyone was silent.

Several girls even burst into tears, including Qiao Yiran.

“Wuwu…Miaomiao…I don’t know when we can hang out together again…wuwuwu…”

Qiao Yiran buried her head in Liu Miaomiao's arms like a child, crying so hard that her nose turned red. Liu Miaomiao gently patted Qiao Yiran's back to comfort her:

"Don't cry, even if we go to high school, we can still hang out, or you can just come to my house when you miss me. You know my address anyway."

"That's what I said, but I still can't bear to part with you. If you don't go to high school, I'll be by your side, what if some other pig takes you away?"

"A-choo!" Lu Mingfei, who was sitting side by side with the two of them, suddenly sneezed and then touched his nose.

Why did I suddenly start sneezing? Was it because I caught a cold after being caught in the rain yesterday? But it was just a little rain, so it shouldn't be that serious.

Qiao Yiran suddenly looked at Lu Mingfei with vigilance.

"I just scolded that pig who wanted to dig Miaomiao up, why did you sneeze?"

"I can't catch a cold." Lu Mingfei said confidently.

"I don't believe it. There must be something fishy going on. When you carried Miaomiao back to the hotel yesterday, I felt something was wrong. Did something happen when I was away?"

"What if Liu Miaomiao sprains her ankle and can't walk? I can't just let her jump back to her room, right?"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

Liu Miaomiao smiled and intervened in the conversation between the two. "I should have thanked Mingfei yesterday. My foot was sprained so badly. I really don't know how I would have gotten back to the hotel without him."

"Ming Fei?!"

Qiao Yiran's pupils trembled, and his eyes looked back and forth between the two people suspiciously, "It's only been a day, no, it's only been an afternoon since I last saw him, and Miaomiao, you even called him by his nickname?"

Liu Miaomiao was stunned, and two red clouds appeared on her cheeks belatedly.

Yes, why did I call Lu Mingfei's name directly?
It felt like everything was natural and as if I had always called him that.

Lu Mingfei was also stunned, and then he realized the change in Liu Miaomiao's way of addressing him.

It seemed that after coming out of Nibelungen on Line 1 of the Imperial Capital Subway and waking up, Liu Miaomiao had been calling herself "Ming Fei".

Because Liu Miaomiao had called him that before in Nibelungen, Lu Mingfei didn't notice the change in address at first. It was only after Qiao Yiran's reminder that Lu Mingfei realized this.

He remembered again what Chami had said to him in the Nibelungen.

……

"I can indeed use my mental abilities to help you erase her memory. However, I can remind you, Brother, that I can only erase 'memories', not 'feelings'."

"Not including 'feelings', what do you mean?"

"Psychic abilities can only work on the conscious level, and liking someone is a subconscious behavior. If your girl already likes you, even if I erase her memory of liking you, she will still like you. She will just forget why she liked you."

……

Could it be because of this, because Liu Miaomiao subconsciously felt that she should call herself Ming Fei, so even if she had no memory of Nibelungen, she would subconsciously call her own name?

So when she gave herself a birthday cake yesterday, was it a subconscious act or did she intend to do so?
But no matter what, yesterday will be one of the most memorable birthdays for him.

Liu Miaomiao's voice continued to come from the side:
"It's just a name, it's nothing. Mingfei and I are not strangers. It's normal for friends to call each other by their names."

"It's up to you, humph. Miaomiao, you have to be careful. Beware of fire, theft, and warm men. Don't be too exhausted for her too quickly." Qiao Yiran said, glancing at Lu Mingfei. "Don't be too exhausted for her too quickly? What do you mean?"

Qiao Yiran chuckled: "What's the previous sentence of 'I've wasted my life for her'?"

"What's the previous sentence of 'I've wasted my life for her'?"

Liu Miaomiao actually tilted her head and thought about the first sentence of the poem. After a moment, her face turned completely red. She bit her lips and tickled Qiao Yiran's itch with shame and anger.

"Okay, you bad girl, you actually dare to play such a joke on me, wait and see how I deal with you!"

“Hehehe…Miaomiao…I was wrong…Haha…Stop…Hehehahahahaha…I can’t take it anymore…” Qiao Yiran shrank in his seat, hiding and begging for mercy.

At this moment, the sky outside the window is clear, and it is a rare summer day with cool breeze. No one remembers that it rained last night. The bus sped past in the midsummer of 2006, carrying the destinies of some of the people in different directions.

……

It was already five in the afternoon when I got home. My uncle and aunt had already finished get off work, but Lu Mingze was still in cram school. My aunt was chopping minced meat in the kitchen, and my uncle was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper. The countdown to the 2006 WCG China was printed in the corner of the newspaper.

"Ming Fei, you're back."

"Ah, I'm back."

His uncle simply nodded at him and went back to reading the newspaper.

"Mingfei, you're back. Did you bring the Erba sauce that I asked you to bring?" Aunt shouted in the kitchen.

"Erba-chan was not allowed on the plane, so I sent it back by express. It's still on the way." Lu Mingfei answered loudly.

“You’re not even allowed to bring it on the plane? The service attitude of these people at the airline is really bad. I was even allowed to bring it on the train…” Auntie was muttering like Tang Seng, and it seemed that even the sound of chopping meat was a little louder.

There was no warm welcome. It seemed as if he was not coming back from a long trip, but just coming home from school; no one mentioned that yesterday was his birthday.

Lu Mingfei listened to the "crunch, crunch" sound of his aunt chopping meat, and fearing that he would get into trouble, he decisively slipped back to his room in anger.

I opened that old laptop and logged into QQ, and surprisingly, I received two messages and one email.

The first message came from the senior brother with facial paralysis.

Chu Zihang (Yesterday 18:00): I saw on the Shilan Middle School forum that your birthday seems to be today? Happy birthday.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't expect that after living his whole life again, his senior brothers would still be one of the few who remembered his birthday.

Lu Mingfei quickly replied: Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior. I was on my graduation trip yesterday and didn’t log into QQ. I’m sorry for replying late.

The second piece of news came from Su Xiaoqiang.

RoseiraSu (9:17 am the day before yesterday): Are you there? If you are, please let me know.

RoseiraSu (9:19 the day before yesterday): He hasn’t woken up yet, has he?
RoseiraSu (11:00 yesterday):…

Su Xiaoqiang didn't wish him a happy birthday like his paralyzed senior. But that was normal, after all, Su Xiaoqiang and he were not classmates at the moment, and he didn't know when his birthday was.

Lu Mingfei typed a reply: My classmates went on a graduation trip to the capital two days ago. I just came back and saw the message. Sorry. What do you want to talk to me about?
Lu Mingfei shrunk the chat window, opened his QQ mailbox, and opened the unread email. It turned out to be a birthday greeting email sent by QQ officials, wishing Lu Mingfei a happy birthday.

Including QQ emails, only three people remember their birthdays...

Oh, more than that, there are four. After carrying Liu Miaomiao back to the hotel last night, Qiao Yiran also wished him a happy birthday. But it should be Liu Miaomiao who told her.

But birthday wishes are about quality, not quantity. Last night, Liu Miaomiao bought a cake for herself and even personally squeezed the pinyin of her surname "Lu" on the cake. Liu Miaomiao, one of the three school beauties, celebrated her birthday alone. How many boys in Shilan Middle School can have such treatment?
Lu Mingfei thought of the curves outlined by Liu Miaomiao's wet body last night, and suddenly felt a little irritated. Just as he was about to calm down, the QQ chat window started flashing "ding ding ding" again.

(End of this chapter)