Lu Qinghe, who didn't know where he came from, interjected, “Brother, didn't your classmates all go to college, and some even joined the army. What other friends do you have in Baihe City?”
Lu Sheng gave Lu Qinghe a cold glance and calmly said, “President of the Martial Arts Association, Xiao Yuhe? Do you have any objections?”
Lu Qinghe stopped talking, bowed her head to eat her breakfast.
Lu Sheng stayed at home for more than a week and then took the high-speed train back to school on the pretext of school affairs.
A day later, Lu Sheng appeared on an old street.
On both sides of the street are planted with rows of phoenix trees.
It is early autumn, and many leaves have begun to turn yellow and fall.
There are some yellow-green leaves on the road, and a cleaner is cleaning.
Lu Sheng dragged his suitcase, slowly walking forward along the brick-paved sidewalk.
On both sides of the road are rows of old residential buildings, with walls covered with ivy, and many people drying clothes outside.
Lu Sheng walked for three or five minutes and finally stopped at the entrance of a community.
He lowered his head and looked at his phone. The phone displayed an address—Worker Community, 213 Pingzheng Road, West District, Fengze City.
Lu Sheng walked towards the community.
An old community also has its own advantages.
There is no security guard at the entrance, and there is no need to register to enter.
Lu Sheng walked into a residential building according to the address and stopped in front of a house with a faded “Fu” character.
He knocked on the door.
The door opened quickly.
A woman in her thirties, wearing a nightgown, with a slightly waxed-yellow face, appeared in front of him.
“Who are you looking for?”
The woman looked Lu Sheng up and down, with a hint of doubt and alertness on her face.
“I'm looking for Fu Jianming.”
The woman thought for a moment and shook her head: “Don't know.”
As she spoke, she wanted to close the door, but the iron door did not move, and a fair, slender hand gently grasped the door edge.
“What do you want to do?!”
The woman was taken back, her voice immediately increased, and she retreated after speaking, her eyes kept looking into the house.
“What are you doing, wife?”
A man with bare arms quickly ran out of the house.
“This person said he was looking for Fu Jianming. Do you know Fu Jianming? Do you know him?”
The woman became the backbone, and quickly ran behind the man.
“What are you looking for Fu Jianming for? Fu Jianming hasn't lived here for a long time. Now this house is ours...”
Lu Sheng's eyes flashed, and he asked, “So where is he now?”
“You can go to the vicinity of the gate of the community to find it. There are many stray cats and dogs. “He’s probably there.”
Lu Sheng thanked him, let go of his hand, and turned to leave.
The middle-aged couple watched Lu Sheng leave, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hubby, who is Fu Jianming?”
The woman came back to her feelings and asked.
“Who else can it be. Isn't it the old crazy beggar who lived in the garbage dump? I don't know how to find someone who came to him. The whole family of the old crazy man died..."
Lu Sheng finally found the target of his trip next to the garbage dump at the entrance of the community.
It was a skinny figure with a crooked back.
He was lying on the edge of the garbage can, searching for something in the garbage can.
There was a light blue nylon bag at his feet, and a few dirty stray cats were walking around him.
Lu Sheng walked over and calmly called out the other person's name.
The old man suddenly turned around, subconsciously grabbed the nylon bag at his feet, and looked at him warily. He looked like an old stray dog.
Lu Sheng's eyes swept across the other person's white hair and face that was as dark as wrinkled old tree bark.
He remembered that he had seen in the information that the other person should be no more than 50 years old this year.
“Who are you? Why are you looking for me?”
The old man raised his voice, and his eyes looked aggressive.
When he called out the old man's name, he suddenly realized that he really didn't know what he was doing here.
Information about the person in front of him quickly flashed through his mind.
Until today, only the old man with white hair, who was only 46 years old, was still alive.
Lu Sheng thought for a moment and said, “I'm Fu Ying's classmate… I came here to see you.”
Maybe it was because he heard the words “Fu Ying,” the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.
“You… you're really Xiao Ying's classmate?”
Lu Sheng nodded. “Yes, I'm here to help you.”
The old man's lips trembled, and he seemed surprised.
But in a short time, he changed his appearance, and his voice became stern.
“You're lying! I've looked for all of Xiao Ying's classmates and friends since she was young, and I remember them all clearly. You're not her classmate! Do you think I'm stupid? Crazy? I am sober. Every single person, every single face, I remember them very clearly!”
The old man spoke hurriedly and quickly. He was so emotional that he even started to speak incoherently.
Lu Sheng took a deep breath and said in a calm and serious tone, “But I didn't lie to you. I'm here to help you.”
A look of confusion flashed across the old man's face. His gaze fell on Lu Sheng. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something and grabbed Lu Sheng's hand.
He asked anxiously, “You are a martial artist!” You're a martial artist, right?! You are a very powerful martial artist…”
Two bony, chicken-claw-like hands grabbed Lu Sheng’s arm tightly. His ten fingers almost sank into Lu Sheng’s flesh, leaving dark fingerprints on his skin.
It was hard for Lu Sheng to imagine how such a frail body could produce such a huge amount of power.
After getting Lu Sheng’s affirmative answer, Li Mu nodded.
The old man trembled with excitement, and his eyes shone with a strong light of hope.
“I knew it. I’ve seen so many martial artists. I can recognize them at a glance. You must be a martial artist … You must be …”
The old man repeatedly muttered as he pulled Lu Sheng towards a certain place.