The familiar bell kept ringing in the fair young man's ears. He opened his eyes with a confused look on his face and was stunned. He saw a group of familiar classmates forming a circle around him.
"Look, look, he's awake..."
"I have been snoring all afternoon, but the stack of bookshelves in front of me blocked the teacher's view..."
"After all, the geography teacher is old, so he probably didn't hear it, otherwise he would have picked it up long ago..."
There were endless discussions. In the past, Yi Xifeng might have discussed with the leaders. As for now, the fair young man first glanced at the clock on the wall, then crossed his hands and stretched greatly.
waist, and then put his hands behind his head as if nothing had happened, looking at a few people with a calm expression.
"School is over, why don't you go home?"
Everyone looked at each other and glanced at each other. Indeed, many students left the classroom one after another.
These few of them were not upset when they saw the fair-skinned young man, they just looked at them with indifferent expressions and no longer wanted to continue joking. Then they packed their schoolbags and went home.
Yi Xifeng yawned. Although he didn't know what was going on, he suddenly returned to the earth from his original world. But once he came, he made peace with it. Maybe the story of that world was just a dream.
Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and he didn’t know whether it was him in this world who dreamed of him in that world, or whether he in that world dreamed of himself in this world.
The fair young man was packing his schoolbag when he heard a few people in front of him whispering something.
"Did you know that the guard, Uncle Zhang, is dead?"
"How would I know? I'm not familiar with him."
"That's right. It's better to go home and do your homework quickly. That's the most important thing..."
Just as Yi Xifeng packed up his things and left the classroom door, and was about to go home, a voice called him from behind.
"Classmate, don't leave yet. The guard, Zhang, has something he wants you to pick up."
Yi Xifeng turned around and looked left and right. After finding no one around, he pointed at himself and asked:
"Find me?"
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and then left.
Of course, this middle-aged man Yi Xifeng knew Principal Liang, the best teacher in the school, and the old man at the door he was referring to was actually the security guard, Uncle Zhang.
When I first entered school, I was particularly impressed by this person. Unlike other security guards, he was strict with everyone. Even if a teacher came in and out without wearing a teacher badge, he wouldn't let him in. Only when he treated the principal did he
He will be kinder, so much so that some people spread it online that Old Man Zhang is the principal's biological father.
Of course, this statement was eventually shattered, because one day, the principal and a group of senior teachers took three days off. Why? For the funeral of the principal's father.
At that time, the principal's father was also a teacher, and most of the old teachers in the school were students of the principal's father. Due to emotions and reasons, they should go to pay their last respects to the old man. However, in those days, Lao Zhang was still sticking to his post, and the rumors
, and it will be self-defeating.
The two of them met at a vegetable market.
At that time, old man Zhang was riding a dilapidated tricycle to help people carry vegetables. Yi Xifeng didn't recognize him at first. He just saw that the old man was older, so he thought of going over to help. After all, he practiced Sanda.
With a body full of tendon meat, it's not easy to carry a vegetable.
Unexpectedly, the guard Lao Zhang recognized him at a glance. After several exchanges, Lao Zhang even invited the fair young man to drink a few glasses of wine. After that day, the two gradually became familiar with each other. Of course, that night
Because Yi Xifeng came home too late and was scolded by his parents, he almost thought his son was missing. If he hadn't been missing for less than 24 hours, they would have called the police.
From then on, the fair young man got his first mobile phone.
Thinking of this, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Why? The guard, Uncle Zhang, passed away. This was something he heard from several classmates.
Yi Xifeng put away his heavy heart and walked slowly towards the back mountain, where was the hut where Lao Zhang lived.
There are basically no people coming to the back hill of the school. It is considered a clean place. Only when there is a surprise inspection by the leadership, the school will bring students here to take photos and check in, and update the school's photo wall.
As for the students, most of them went home early, playing games when they should, and watching TV dramas when they should. It was so uncomfortable.
As for the guard, except for those who knew him and sighed, others were busy with their own business. Since they were not familiar with each other, they were naturally a little indifferent.
I heard that Old Man Zhang’s children had all gotten married and started a business. Logically speaking, there should be someone specially assigned to take care of his funeral arrangements. However, until the school completed the funeral and cremation for him, no one came to visit him.
The fair young man walked into the house where the old man had lived and looked at everything here, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
Before the old man passed away, they often had a few drinks in the evening, plus two plates of side dishes to go with the wine. They were indescribably happy. Yi Xifeng had a fair drinking capacity. Although he was not in the state of not getting drunk after a thousand cups, he could still keep up.
Lao Zhang would drink back and forth, and sometimes when he got too drunk, Lao Zhang would start chatting and tell stories about their time.
The fair young man listens to it with gusto every time. Strangely enough, before drinking, one thing is easy to say and the other is easy to hear; after drinking, the best things are easy to say and the other things are easy to say.
Yi Xifeng calmed down her heavy emotions and began to squat down and look for the old object under the bed. After a long search, she finally found the dusty long wooden box in the upper corner of the closet.
After he carefully removed the wooden box, he gently blew off the dust on the box, then picked up a small rag on the table, dipped some water in it, and wiped the wooden box until it was clean.
The fair young man slowly opened it.
The box still has an old-fashioned combination lock, but it has been rusted for a long time, so it opens with a light break.
The strange thing is that it is extremely clean inside, with layers of cloth covering it, as if there is some unique treasure hidden underneath.
When the layers are opened, what comes into view is a black long sword. Unlike the others, it is completely black.
Yi Xifeng couldn't hold it back and exclaimed.
"Ye Sword Hanxing!"
Immediately, the fair young man slapped his forehead, looked at the ceiling, sighed, and said helplessly:
"Okay, it looks like it was a dream."
Yi Xifeng stood in the old man's house and looked at the back mountain. The setting sun cast an orange ray of light from the cracks in the mountain, dyeing the woods in the back mountain red, and also dyed the small house red. The light shone in the woods. It is very beautiful above the pool.
The remaining clouds fade away, the sun sinks, and the water surface floats with the same color as the sky.