Bimoye has been transferred out of the intensive care unit and is lying in the infirmary of the noble area, but his mind is repeatedly recalling the scene of that day, every move and every move in the battle that day. If the person fighting him was a child, he would obviously be similar to him.
It's big, and it uses ice magic. Maybe it can be said about other magics, but he failed in ice magic, which made him suffer a big blow.
Christian Schiavalo looked at him for a while and then left quietly. Although Bimoye didn't say anything, he learned about the battle that night from Wasileb. Being defeated is indeed a very heavy thing.
What's more, Bimoye has always been very proud of himself, and his arrogant self-esteem must have been severely hit now, but Xiavalo thinks this is not a bad thing. A person who always stands in the clouds will suddenly see things below the clouds.
If he fell down and took a look, he might realize more. What concerned him more was the person who defeated Bimoye - Celeste Bingzhixie.
There were many people who came to visit Bimoye. They were all nobles of the empire and not just ordinary minor nobles. There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the flowers and tonics they sent were piled up in the house, which could hardly be filled. There was also no shortage of people coming.
They greeted him, but Bimoye basically ignored them, and they were not very angry. Bimoye's character was well known among the nobles, not to mention that he was a member of the five major families.
But Nelia was sitting on a chair in the corridor outside the ward. She also wanted to go in and visit him, but there were too many people coming and going, so she didn't dare. It wasn't until lunch that she found the opportunity.
"You're here." When Bimoye saw her, he smiled as if the ice and snow had just melted into the spring water, and the happy time he spent with her when he was a child kept popping up in his mind.
But Nelia sat down on the chair next to his bed and just looked at him without saying a word.
"What's wrong?"
But Nelia shook her head, unwilling to answer.
Bimoye thought for a moment and asked, "Did you meet my grandfather?"
"Um."
"What did he tell you?"
Cornelia said: "He asked me to come and see you, but..."
Bimoye suddenly took her hand and held it tightly: "They are their business and have nothing to do with us."
But Nelia's heart trembled slightly, and she wanted to retract her hand, but struggled to no avail, so she had to let him hold her.
Bimoye looked at her with soft eyes: "You are still the same as before."
But Nelia lowered her head, with a slight blush on her cheeks. She vaguely remembered the scene in her childhood, when she gave Bimoye a hard slap in the face due to the playful forced kiss before saying goodbye.
Bimoye saw through her thoughts and said with a smile: "Do you want to fight me again?"
But Nelia couldn't help but laugh: "I hate it!"
Bimoye looked into her eyes for a long time, pulled her to his side, and kissed her red lips.
Ursula and Selt hid against the wall outside the hospital room and patted their hearts. They looked at each other and smiled: "So that's it..."
…
In the bathroom, Bing Zhixie was taking a bath. He lay in the bathtub with slightly hot water, peacefully enjoying a pair of small hands brushing his hair and washing his back. Serving him were cute rice fairies. Each of these fairies
He is more than thirty centimeters tall, with orange-blond hair, dragonfly-like light golden transparent wings, wearing small clothes made of leaves, and bare feet. He looks like ears of wheat in an autumn field, hence his name.
In fact, they are not born in the rice fields, but are bred in the grass with abundant natural magic. Regardless of summer or autumn, when the fruits are ripe, they are like naughty and cute thieves, gathering in groups to climb the trees.
The fruits and ears of rice among the field stalks were secretly picked up and shared happily together.
They are more common at the edge of the forest and in the countryside, but in the noisy city far away, it is not cheap to buy such a little goblin at the pet market in Debiles. Sofina bought five of them in one go. In addition to being able to look like this
They rub people's backs and bathe them. The most important thing is that they are optimistic, cheerful, united and full of joy.
One goblin was washing Bing Zhixie's hair with a brush, and the other was carrying a cup and a small bucket to scoop up the hot water from the bathtub and pour it down. The other three had forgotten to do their work, but they felt that the water in the pool was
Bubbles are so fun. It’s so fun to sit by the pool, hold up soap suds and throw bubbles to each other.
Seeing this, Bing Zhixie's mood improved a lot. Sufina actually chose these lovely 'playmates' to accompany him so carefully. They didn't just leave like the goblins.
After wrapping herself in a bath towel and coming out of the bathroom, Sufina saw that he was in trouble and went up to help him. But Bing Zhixie felt as if she had been bitten by electricity, and quickly retracted her hand and used the wind element to lift herself to the sofa.
superior.
Sufina smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I don't even feel embarrassed, but you look like a girl."
"Teacher Sufina, I really... really thank you for taking care of you these days." Bing Zhixie said these words with great difficulty. If they were hypocritical and perfunctory words, he could have said them easily, but these words
He spoke from his heart, but it felt like he was carrying a heavy burden.
"Are you really thanking me so much?" Sufina sat down opposite him: "Then relax your heart and treat me as your sister."
There was a trace of peace in the air, and I could only hear the laughter of five rice elves near the flowerpot.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Bing Zhixie raised his head and looked directly at her and said, "Just because you and I are both orphans. Do we have similar experiences?"
"Why?" Sufina saw the beautiful Tongyang outside the balcony, which was like a red egg yolk: "I don't know very well, maybe because I also need to vent my feelings." She paused and said: "
People need to love and be loved, and feelings also need to be expressed and harvested. I lost my parents when I was young, and no one cared about me. I had no one to vent my feelings. When I see you alone, I think of myself and my loneliness.
I would fantasize about the brother who never existed. I would often hold a doll to vent my emotional pain, but it would not respond to me, nor could it comfort me."
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"What about you?" Sophie asked, breaking the silence.
Bing Zhixie said: "I have never experienced loss, and I don't know what it feels like. I don't quite understand what you said."
"You are too young, you will understand later."
"But I have things I want. Things I never had."
Sufina suddenly asked: "Where is the amber necklace? You wouldn't...throw it away, would you?"
Bing Zhixie played with her fingers, lowered her head and said, "I left it in the dormitory. I wanted to leave."
Sufina was a little angry and said: "That is the most important thing to me. I said I hope you can always wear it and never take it off."
"The most important thing should be given to the most important person." Bing Zhixie said: "You should give it to your husband or leave it to your children. I'm a little curious, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
Sufina's body suddenly trembled, and the hands on her knees tightened unconsciously.
Bing Zhixie realized what her words had touched in her heart and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
A tear slipped down her cheek, and Sufina raised her eyes: "I won't have a child."
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In the hospital, Bimoye stared motionlessly at this skeletal, gray, old, but sharp-eyed old man. This was the first time he saw the great wizard Wasileb. Even his grandfather rarely saw him.
He only knows that he is a mysterious and strange old man.
Wasileb smiled: "You must be thinking that I am a mysterious and strange old man, haha, that's what the rumors say."
Bimoye was still very respectful to him: "Sorry, I can't stand up to salute you."
Bimoye said: "It is not necessarily a rumor that other people say this. People who have great ability, their actions are not understandable by ordinary people."
"Hahahahaha." Wasileb laughed in a hoarse voice: "Little guy, others say you are cold and reclusive and don't like to talk. It seems that the rumors may not be credible, hahaha.
"
Bimoye also curled up his lips and smiled. This was the sincere smile he had shown to the second person besides Cornelia in recent years: "Sit down."
Wasileb waved his hand: "I don't want to sit down. I'm an old man who has been sitting a lot lately and moving less. I need to move."
"You came here for business, right?"
"Hmm." Wasileb's eyes were sharp: "You must be very unwilling to lose to others in ice magic. It must be very painful in your heart."
Bimoye nodded: "It was very sad at first, but..." He thought about Nelia's voice and appearance, and smiled sweetly: "But someone helped me get through this. I am now as usual as usual.
, I’m just a little unwilling, but not sad.”
"Oh! You are stronger than I thought." Wasile preached: "You must feel very lucky to get that person's help at this time."
Bimoye said: "Yeah, I'm really lucky."
"That's great." Wasileb patted his shoulder gently: "Do you know who the person you lost to is?"
Bimoye frowned, and the shadow of Bing Zhixie flashed in his mind. Although he didn't see the face of the man in black under the mask, his intuition told him that that person was one thousand percent Bing Zhixie.
"It seems you already know who that person is." Wasileb asked again: "Do you know why you lost to him?"
Moye has thought about this question repeatedly in the past few days. In terms of hard work, he has been adhering to the hell-style training required by his grandfather, often fighting with thousands of soldiers; in terms of talent, he believes that he will never be worse than anyone else;
Talking about education, talking about knowledge... No matter what he talked about, he couldn't find any reason for his defeat, but he still failed, which hit him hard.
Wasileb saw his confusion and said: "Actually, you have ignored the simplest thing, which is knowledge."
"experience?"
Wasileb nodded: "A person trapped in an ivory tower will never know how big the outside world is. No matter how knowledgeable a person is, he is just a frog at the bottom of a well."
"A frog at the bottom of a well! Am I a frog at the bottom of a well?" Bimoye thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Then what should I do? Ask grandpa to send me to the frontline battlefield, am I the same as my brother?"
Wasileb shook his head: "The battle between countries will be bound by some things and cannot be used to the maximum extent. If you are a frog at the bottom of the well now, then on the battlefield you will be just a fish in the sea.
Only birds flying in the sky can see more things."
Bimoye said: "You want me to be a mercenary?"
"It doesn't have to be a mercenary, it's just a form. You are a talented person, don't be bound by the form. Leave the ivory tower. In fact, there is nothing left to teach you here, except those books.
You can learn rigid knowledge, but what you need more is to increase your knowledge. Without it, you will soon be able to catch up with the pace ahead."
Bimoye pondered Wasileb's words in a daze, and when he looked up, he was gone.