Hua Rongwan didn't expect that this meal would cost more than half a month.

Zhao Yue grabbed Hua Rong Haowu, and was curious about him, so he took advantage of the situation.

Take a bath, eat, and after the meal, Hua Rong wants to talk about martial arts, but Zhao Yue has the habit of taking a nap. After taking a nap, Zhao Yue concentrated on what to write, and he did not avoid Hua Rong. Hua Rong can roughly recognize some simplified Chinese characters, but he can't understand the meaning, let alone those strange text symbols, so it is inconvenient to disturb.

Zhao Yue has written enough, it is dark, and it is time for dinner.

You can always talk after dinner, right?

Zhao Yue is talking nonsense, talking about the world's strange things, thousands of miles away, he seems to know everything about politics, history and economic wars, and he casually talks about it interestingly and fascinatingly, but it slowly makes people think deeply and sigh.

Hua Rong usually doesn't talk like this friend visitor, very lonely, now he can listen to it with temperament, listening to it, I can't help but marvel at this so-called unlearned little bully who has incredible boundless knowledge, and then look at Zhao Yue, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this is not a child.

He had a strong sense of absurdity: the smiling boy in front of him should be hundreds of years old.

Liu Tong, who is happy next to him, is a real ten-year-old child, and it is normal. Although this young man is not small, he knows a lot.

The two brothers were talking nonsense like talking about each other, thinking of what to say, but they cooperated tacitly, and told all kinds of legends and stories as if they were immersive, as if they had rehearsed thousands of times in advance. attracted Hua Rong to unconsciously join in the questioning and evaluation, and laughed and scolded and thought, and the servants listened with more relish. Mrs. Hua and Little Sister Hua were also attracted, hiding in one place to eavesdrop, and sprinkling empathetic tears of sympathy for all kinds of heroes and beauties and beautiful love

Zhao Yue said that enough was enough, and it was time to sleep.

Hua Rong's desire to teach martial arts was in vain.

Although it was judged that the notorious Zhao Yue was not a real villain, there might be some hidden fallacies in this, in the spirit of being careful and not making a big mistake, Hua Rong still arranged for his sister to sleep with his wife and rest in the outer room by himself. The five-hooked spears and sword bows and arrows were within easy reach.

I didn't sleep well all night, and I heard the sound of fighting in the front yard in a daze, Hua Rong was startled, and quickly sobered up his brain, and looked outside the house, the sky was slightly bright, and it should only be about five o'clock (with the popularization of the clock, the rich Song people are also accustomed to the modern concept of time).

After listening to it, Hua Rong judged that it was the 'evil' guests who came to the door to exercise in the morning, and his heart was relieved.

When he asked someone and got affirmation, he suddenly perked up, washed his face, and hurriedly ran to the martial arts arena.

Zhao Yue's handsome, ugly and two guards sometimes practice alone, sometimes catch and fight, as if they are fighting to the death, the knife is sharp, fierce and ruthless, and Hua Rong smacks his tongue.

What made him smack his tongue even more was always happy, the child who was harmless to humans and animals actually practiced double knives, and it was one hand right, the other hand was back, the knife was chopping and spinning, and the footwork was ingenious and fast, and Hua Rong's scalp was a little numb

Later, Zhao Yue was like in his own home, morning exercise, breakfast, eating and talking, writing and working, lunch, lunch break, work, dinner, idle talk, sleeping, and morning exercise

And he is very picky about life, complaining that it is inconvenient for the flower family to take a bath, there is no pavilion swimming pool, the meals are too simple and not delicious, and the tea is too rubbish, which is also called wine

Hua Rong saw that the little bully was really innocent, but he was made to cry and laugh by Zhao Yue's extremely regular and picky life.

He is not a modern person in later generations, otherwise he must sigh: You really don't treat yourself as an outsider. Nima, when my home is your family's open leisure villa resort.

It's just that the earlier antipathy and vigilance disappeared unconsciously.

Hua Rong felt that his martial arts were constantly improving in the daily observation and competition, and the impractical moves were corrected or even eliminated one by one, and the perspective of looking at society and even the world was also changing in constant thinking.

He gradually regarded Zhao Yue as an unpredictable friend, and regretted that Zhao Yue was too young to drink wine when he was chatting happily. Fortunately, the two guards can drink

Half a month is enough to form a habit.

When Zhao Yue suddenly said: "Brother Huarong, the weather is getting colder, I want to go back to accompany my mother on a trip, and I will leave today." ”

Not to mention Hua Rong, even Mrs. Hua and Little Sister Hua also instantly felt empty and reluctant.

The four horsemen came suddenly, went decisively, and soon left without a trace.

What the Hua family left behind was a novel, beautiful and convenient bathing facility, a swimming pool, a chef with good wine and tea, and many fresh ingredients

There are no more fresh and fascinating stories, no more lively and lively popularity, and no more people to accompany them to practice martial arts, ride horses, practice archery, and hunt

Hua Rong's heart was uncomfortable, but it was not the helplessness of the power at the beginning, but the empty melancholy in his heart.

He walked into the room where Zhao Yue lived boredly, looked at it, touched it, as if he could feel the breath left by Zhao Yue, as if he saw the smiling face that he originally thought was hateful and hateful, hated to be smashed with a punch, and later felt that the sunshine was kind and ridiculous and cute.

His eyes fell on the desk that Zhao Yue had to use for a long time every day.

Hua Rong's eyes suddenly froze.

There was a piece of paper with a few lines written on it.

Heroes save the world, why can't they save themselves?

This question has always bothered me. Brother Hua Rong is smart, can you find the answer for me?

The words are written by Zhao Yue's so-called hard pen, and the handwriting is not as majestic as the brush splashing ink, but it has a beautiful and elegant momentum. Although the font is small, the content makes Hua Rong feel like thunder.

He seemed to see the pair of dark and mysterious eyes on Zhao Yue's smiling face again because the black eyes were particularly large.

In those days when it passed quickly, Hua Rong often had a feeling: Zhao Yue's eyes were full of kindness, appreciation, respect and closeness, admiring the swiftness and accuracy of the arrows, and the magic arrows were not in vain, and praising him as the current Houyi and Yang Youji, while his eyes were also full of some indescribable pity.

This unpredictable boy seems to have given birth to a pair of discerning eyes, as if he is looking down on the heavens and the earth, as if he has seen through the future of all beings, and his eyes are contradictory and warm and hard and cold.

Heroes save the world, why can't they save themselves?

Hua Rong couldn't help but read it out loud and repeated.

He had never thought about this question, and when he was led to it, he couldn't help but think about what heroes there were in history, what great achievements they had done, and what the outcome was.

Hua Rong's family background is good, he reads and learns martial arts, is both civil and military, and still knows a lot about history, and can think of many heroes and heroes who have left their names in history. From Chen Sheng and Wu Guang who rebelled in Daze Township at the end of Qin, to Guan Gong, who was worshiped by the Song people in Western Chu, Peng Yue, and Han Xin, and Di Qing who was scared to death in the dynasty

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but provoke Ling Ling to shiver.

These heroes who have been dominant, galloping, rampaging all over the world, and shocking the world, no matter how invincible they are on the battlefield, no matter how great their achievements are, and no matter how great their merits, most of them cannot resist the fate of violent death.

Heroes save the world, why can't they save themselves?

Hua Rong thought of many answers, but he felt that they were not so correct, at least not comprehensive.

He vaguely felt that the magical boy who saw the dragon without seeing the end should know the answer. It's just inconvenient to say, or don't want to say.

Think again about the young man's look of pity.

Could it be that this young man really has a pair of legendary Buddha eyes, and he saw in advance that my future fate would not be good, or even miserable?

I'm just a little person.

No matter how good his archery skills are, he is just a lowly martial artist in the Great Song Dynasty, not as good as Di Gong. Moreover, Xia Liao was weakened, and the war gradually subsided. It's hard to stand out even if you're a hero, and you can't do big things. Who takes me seriously? Which big man looks at me more rarely, will be suspicious of me, and think about harming me?

The heart of the youthful fiery and brave newcomer suddenly had more things on her mind, and Hua Rong looked forward to seeing Zhao Yue again.