Dongcheng, it has such a memory, a cruel and realistic memory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If the eastern city were a city, the night would be dark, the gates would be closed, and the people on the outside would want to go in, and the people inside would want to come out, but that was just a thought. It is a city, open for everyone's life during the day, and at night, locked in the broken heart, only the darkness of the night.

Dongcheng is a very simple term, but it has never been thought of simple, because it has never been simple.

Feng Jing, seventeen this year, followed the little cub from Tianqing Village to Dongcheng to study in high school, and at a glance in the crowd, he was quite stupid.

Feng Jing, seventeen this year, is only in high school, but the seniors will graduate from high school at eighteen or nineteen.

Actually, it can't be said that Feng Jing came to Dongcheng to study, because the village where he lives also belongs to Dongcheng, and he just came to the downtown area. What is a downtown area? It's just a bunch of people gathered together to count the heads, and the one with a lot of people is called the city center, that is, the downtown area, can there be more people and not many mouths, can you not make trouble?

At first glance, everyone in the city could tell that the kid was a hillbilly, and he just looked up at the tall buildings. No, one inadvertently, stepped on the air, fell, dirty! Feng Jing patted his ass and stood up, smiling stupidly and saying that it was okay. It's okay, just continue to look up, fortunately the people of Dongcheng don't steal the sewer cover, or a few nurses from the orthopedic department of the hillbilly hospital will have to worry about the bed.

Patronizing the high-rise buildings all the way, I arrived at Dongcheng Middle School before I blinked. A secondary school that is not very decent can be distinguished by the humble door. Feng Jing once heard the college students in the village say that the quality of a university depends entirely on the school gate, can even a guy with poor looks hang a beauty? If you can, then it's like a beautiful woman likes to mix with a group of ugly girls, so that she can stand out more about herself. There is such a metaphor for the definition of the school gate: when you see a girl, at first glance, chubby and full of beanie, can you still imagine her breasts and her sexual organs even on her!

Dongcheng Middle School didn't make a good impression on Feng Jing, compared to the tall buildings he just saw, because Dongcheng Middle School was located in a place where birds don't poop - no one, well, no birds, or no good birds.

Dongcheng Middle School has three academic buildings and one student dormitory, the student dormitory is surrounded on four sides, and the other three academic buildings are connected in three rows. Standing on the top of the teaching building and looking down, there is really such a feeling of seeing the mountains and small buildings, no, it is a glance at the small buildings, of course, I will feel that I am particularly tall.

A new place and a new beginning, Feng Jing grinned and puffed out his chest and entered the school gate, at first glance, he looked like a little student, rebellious but didn't know the height of the sky.

As soon as he stepped out like this, Feng Jing felt that he had stepped into a military academy, full of curiosity and timidity, but with an indifferent expression. Of course, students are inseparable from military training, and in the eyes of adults, they will always be a group of children who have never suffered hardship, pampered all day long. Therefore, in order to give parents an explanation, the school has the so-called military training. Of course, this so-called military training is just for everyone to bask in the sun and feel the warmth of Mother Sun, and the teachers earn a lot of leisure.

Feng Jing went to the dormitory after reporting with his fellow villagers, and at this time the dormitory was full of water, he looked at the shallow place without saying a word, and several roommates stopped washing and stared at this person.

However, Feng Jing was still jumping as if he was fine, until he found his bed, and then threw his backpack on the bed and smashed it on the edge of the bed. When the roommate was wondering what kind of person this was, he saw him take off his tattered sneakers, carefully put them on the edge of the bed, and walked barefoot to the broom in his hand, not knowing how to sweep the water on the ground. At this moment, the whole dormitory is even more puzzled, there won't be a dumb and stupid person.

In the evening, Feng Jing went out with his fellow villagers, before this he was a complete mute, busy alone, maybe timid and shy in the crowd.

What is there to do in Easttown? One highway, a few lights.

The weather was not very good that night, there were dark clouds, as if it was going to rain. But, what does it matter, looking at this bustling city, how endearing!

Feng Jing was thinking, how wonderful it would be if one day he could take her hand and wander around this street......

There is a town in Dongcheng called Xicheng Town, there is a village in Xicheng Town called Tianqing Village, there is a peak next to Tianqing Village, called Tianqing Peak, and there is a school on the peak called Dongcheng University.

Dongcheng University is located on the Azure Peak, why is it called a university, not many people understand, the people on the peak call it a university, maybe the Azure Peak is too high, or maybe it is a place where the masters live deeply......

There is a group of disciples in Dongcheng High School, from three to eighty years old, a total of thirty-eight people. Why is it thirty-eight, the student only knows that this is the door rule. Speaking of this, you can understand why they are called a group of disciples instead of a group or a group, because they are all martial arts practitioners, and they talk about "martial virtues", and they cannot be collectively referred to in civilized terms.

Of course, there are more than 38 people in Dongcheng University, 38 are just students, as for why there are 38 disciples, the rule is unknown, the ancestors have passed it down, and finally everyone thinks that this has nothing to do with women.

How many women are there in East Side High School? Of the three, there is only one student, named Su Rong. Su Rong, Rong'er, this is going to be on the literal face of Huang Rong, then there must be Guo Jing! So Feng Jing filled Guo Jing's vacancy, which constructed Su Rong's entire martial arts world.

When everyone called Condor Shooting, no one would think about what this meant, and then Feng Jing and Su Rong would answer in unison, and then laugh at each other. I don't know when they started to have such a tacit understanding, and I don't know when they began to acquiesce to such a nickname, two eagles in one word, and who shot them down?

Su Rong is an orphan, when she was two and a half years old, she was picked up by her master from the mountains east of Dongcheng, and her third birthday was spent by Feng Jing with her, and that day she understood what a birthday was, and she understood that her birthday was to eat eggs.

God's craftsmanship is not good, oh, Nuwa's craftsmanship is not good, and the people who make it out are all the same, and even the fate is so unbearable.

Feng Jingyuan thinks that this is God's fault, God shouldn't fall in love with Nuwa, one West and one East, leaving only thoughts, what kind of craftsmanship can a woman with hurt feelings have? Therefore, Feng Jing became an orphan. When Su Rong was three years old, Feng Jing was six years old, and when Su Rong was six years old, she knew that Feng Jing was also an orphan, and she felt very beautiful on her sixth birthday, and God gave her a playmate.

Su Rong is fourteen years old this year, a child who is neither big nor small, and has thoughts and hazy feelings. This year, her brother Jing left and went to study in Dongcheng, she lost a playmate, and also lost a brother who loved her, she was not used to it, and she always thought of him so accidentally at night. As the days passed, chance became inevitable, and how she looked forward to seeing her brother Jing again—he smiled silly, gritted his teeth, and looked at each other, but there was no word. Every time she thought of this, Su Rong would snort, and then remembered the snort just now, so she continued to laugh...... That's the happiest part of her day.

Feng Jing had been away from Dongcheng University for a few days, and Su Rong wanted to go to Dongcheng to see her brother Jing, as long as he was well, it would be comforting. However, Dongcheng University has a door rule, well, it is a school rule. It is stipulated that without the permission of the principal, it is not allowed to go down the mountain or go to a crowded place, otherwise they will be expelled from the school or even executed.

Feng Jing had never left Dongcheng University before this, and occasionally he was only called by his master to go down the mountain to pick up something. The outside world was a strange place for Feng Jing, perhaps desolate, and this was his first time descending the mountain.

In Dongcheng University, Feng Jing is a disciple who does not learn skills. The senior brothers can often see him lazy and running to play with his junior sister, but he is the one who has the best kung fu practice, which seems to have something to do with the words "good material for martial arts", "martial arts wizard", "one in ten thousand" and so on in martial arts novels. Martial arts training depends on the foundation, just like the exam depends on the rote memorization of the head, the qualification is too low, a waste material, if you don't master the method, you can only cross from fifty-nine to sixty with more effort.

In terms of studying, Feng Jing is a waste material. For example, I always fell asleep listening to the lecture in class, I didn't know where I swam to do the questions, and when I woke up, I realized that I was looking at the sky...... I couldn't take care of myself.

His world became empty, completely unable to accept the real world. Unwilling to accept the struggle with reality, his heart is full of panic, the difference between his previous life and his current life is too far and too far, and he even begins to doubt the future he envisioned before.

Now he did not dare to imagine what life would be like in the future, a seventeen-year-old child.

A seventeen-year-old child, full of hope and panic about the future.

Feng Jing has a memory, a memory like a novel......

He was twelve years old, and Su Rong was nine years old.

Late at night, he got up to go to the toilet and saw a petite and hazy figure, he wiped his eyes and called her name "Rong'er, Rong'er......"

Rong'er didn't answer, wiped her eyes, turned her head, and grinned reluctantly.

Feng Jing sat beside her, the night was a little dark, and he couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but he could smell the smell of tears, "What's wrong, does your hand still hurt?"

He took her little hand and put it in his palm, and then kept rubbing it, as if rubbing the puppy's fluff, gently, carefully.

"Brother Jing, you're so good." Leaning on his shoulder, tears flowed down involuntarily, occasionally with a slight sob. She didn't want anyone to know that she was crying, she was an innocent little girl.

"Don't cry, why are you crying again, it's all my brother's fault, it's good if I don't take you down the mountain, my brother is wrong." He caressed her petite face, blaming himself, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"Brother." She lay in his arms, like a baby, and she needed someone to hold her and tell her a story, a story about Snow White, "Brother, is your leg better, is it still painful?" She smelled the potion.

He hugged her, "How can it hurt, I usually hurt a lot of homework, and I don't feel anything!" He laughed, forced to laugh, he didn't want to see her crying, she belonged to one of his children, the child in his arms, "Shall I tell you a story......

"Brother, will you always be good to me like this?" His leg was broken when he fell down the mountain, and she jumped and stepped on the air, and he went to pull her, and knelt on the stone and was injured.

"Absolutely! You're my Rong'er! I'm going to be good to you for the rest of my life. Shaking his head and smirking, it was a pity that there was no moon that night.

"Why are we foxes, God is so unfair, I really want to have a mother." She jumped out of his arms and looked out into the dark sky, her black eyes blending with the night, and she couldn't see each other.

"It's good for me to be your mother! Take care of you for a lifetime. He stroked her cheeks with both hands, biting his lip and said seriously.

"Good! Mom. She shook her head and smirked, as if she could see the expression on her face in the night, and it felt that she was a complete child, full of joy and a little sadness.

He took her back into his arms, like a brother comforting his sister, and like a mother hugging her child, "That's good...... Then don't cry now. ”

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Zeng, Feng Jing envisioned his own future like this - in Dongcheng University, during the day, he educated the next generation like his master and uncle, and at night, like that night, he hugged his Rong'er to watch the night. This is the future he once envisioned, a simple but hopeful happiness.

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