I was twenty-two years old, and her life was forever at forty.

Fang Dongyan, a star in the entertainment industry. She has many titles, singer, movie star, educator, philanthropist...... However, Fang Dongyan said: "I'm just a dreamer. ”

Fang Dongyan's life was bumpy and brilliant. She went from a nobody to a screen actress, and then from an entertainment star to an education pioneer. Fang Dongyan's dream is not over, but her life has come to an end, just because of the hateful cancer, which robbed her of her beautiful smile. Since then, a shining star has fallen. The world was heartbroken, but she was forgotten in the years after only a few years.

The first time I came into contact with Fang Dongyan's songs was when I was just in elementary school. At that time, she was in a good light year, and she was full of energy. Since debuting at the age of eighteen, Fang Dongyan finally released her first album when I was eight years old. This album has been called a classic for later generations, and it has become a stress song that I listened to every night after entering high school. If I'm not mistaken, I still have that album in my room right now.

The years are really merciless, and my admiration for her has changed beyond recognition. In the quicksand of time, I almost forgot that when I was a teenager, I took my cousin's player and listened to the beautiful sounds of nature in my yard.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Hui noticed that I was distracted.

Fang Dongyan sat in his seat and looked at the students.

"Nostalgia. ”

The feeling of melancholy is something that ordinary people cannot experience. Everyone yearns for noble sentiments and a prosperous life, and naturally forgets those who are dying and struggling in the dark. It's inevitable.

"Both, Mr. Green is speaking. Please be quiet and don't whisper. A pair of warm palms gently patted our shoulders.

Looking back, he showed his tiger teeth and smiled brightly in front of us.

"Guardians. Xiao Hui said.

"Well, what's wrong, Yi Jia and classmates?" he asked me.

His name is Liang Kairong, and he is a well-known young star. At the age of twenty, this lad made his debut and melted the hearts of his chasers with his smile. He is recognized by everyone as a warm man, but he has never had a girlfriend in his life. He left time on the screen and beautiful sounds on the disc, and what he left to himself was the shackles of melancholy and painful memories.

Liang Kairong died at the age of 28. That's right, he died at my age. In despair, Leung Hoi-wing, who constantly encourages people to give hope to others in front of the camera, walks up to a tall building overlooking the scenery, and chooses to turn into a bird and leap into the air. He did not fly, but fell, dreaming of returning to the Yellow Spring. What was he thinking when he flew to the ground?

What you see is the death of a big boy, but what I see is the self-emancipation of a person. But......

"As long as people like my songs and my performances, I'm content. My dream is that people will continue to support me. ”

Falsehood. Obviously I want to rest for a while, I want to have someone who understands to be by my side, I want to be able to continue to live in freedom, I want to love without regrets-

"Liang Kairong, you bastard!"

Tears and fists. Liang Kairong did not dodge, and fell to the ground after receiving a heavy blow from me.

Anger, sorrow, and the invisible pain that fills the heart. I fell to my knees and cried.

There were people talking around.

"What's going on?" Fang Dongyan's voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I inadvertently provoked Yi Jia and my classmates. ”

Liang Kairong, why are you so gentle? Why can't you wait a little longer? I'm here, longing for someone who understands you desperately to be in a corner of the world. Why didn't you come to me? Why, I can't stop you?

With a warm chest pressed against my face, Liang Kairong stroked my head and comforted me: "Don't be sad, don't cry, everything will pass, and good days will come." ”

The oppressive darkness erupts quickly. I should not be a comforting child, but a ruthless man.

"Brother Liang, borrow me to wipe your nose - it's flowing into your mouth. "If he were alive, he would be six years older than me, and he would be a tender and good boy.

"Yi Jia and classmates, I have a handkerchief...... Ah, already snorting snot on my clothes......"

"Today is the soul selection ceremony for the 3rd graders, Class 10 students, please don't spoil the sacred moment. Mr. Green shouted.

"It's just a student who is coquettish to the teacher. Mr. Leung, if you want to proceed, please move outside the auditorium. If you're done, listen to Mr. Green. ”

Wiping away my tears and tidying up my clothes, I stood next to Xiao Hui and looked ahead.

"Classmate, you are so amazing that you dare to beat us guardians in public. I think we Guardians are very good, considerate and understanding of students, why are you hitting him?" a short boy asked me curiously.

"Suzuki-san. The boy who noticed Liang Kairong's gaze immediately stood upright.

The opening speech of the soul selection ceremony concluded. To be honest, a lot of it I didn't understand, most of it I didn't. During this period, my eyes were on several leaders.

Due to the rush to go out, I didn't wear glasses. I remember having a pair of glasses on my bedside table. I don't need to, though. Because, there is no doubt that the time and the flame have returned to me. This does not need to be confirmed, just as one does not have to deliberately determine whether one can breathe.

There are leader's identification badges on the table.

Pol O'Connor, a physical education teacher and former world film and television star, died in an accident at the age of 40. Blue-eyed and yellow-haired, typical Westerner. He has a good physique and should be an athlete. As if sensing my gaze, he smiled. This smile has captivated many people, including me.

God, Charlie Smith. Charlie Smith, a history of magic teacher, is a former world film and television star who has starred in many magic-themed movies and is known as "the realistic magician who brings joy to people". Sadly, the old man died of cancer at the age of sixty. It is said that the film in which he donated all his salary to the Children's Fund was also the last film he starred in.

Kim Moon-hee is a pharmacy teacher. With a kind face and an aunt-like temperament, this woman looks like she is over fifty years old, but I have the feeling that she is over sixty years old. I've never heard of a person with that name, but I'm sure I've seen her somewhere.

Uh, the Black Arts lesson. According to the plots of famous books on the subject of magic written by famous authors I admire, the teachers of the dark arts class are likely to turn into enemies. Oh no, the eyes are on track. Could this guy named Edward Williams really be the enemy of the future Red Academy of Elemental Magic?

Fang Dongyan is a teacher of magical biology. As the dean of the college, you are still teaching, only you are the real goddess in my heart.

Kirkin Mendeleev...... Where have I heard of this surname. Kirkin is also someone I have never heard of. He's a magic chant teacher, and maybe he'll be the target of my dead face.

There was an empty seat next to Mendeleev. According to the sign on the table, I learned that the absentee was named JoAnn Williams. Woo, what's the relationship between this Williams and that? Joan is a practical teacher. Forgive me for my solitude, I have never heard of a practical class in the Academy of Magic. But literally, this is a lesson in the practical use of magic.

And then there's Newt Green, the interpreter teacher. With a shiny bald head and a serious look, I don't think I can get along with him. Perhaps because of his bald head, Newt looked less than forty years old.

These are the leaders sitting on the podium.

Looking around, the students in the auditorium were all dressed in black robes, and there was no distinction between different colors. At a cursory glance, there are foreigners, natives, white-skinned people, dark-skinned people, and yellow-skinned people. Liang Kairong called the little man "Suzuki", which shows that there are people from different countries in the same skin color. On the aisle on the side of the group of students, a person who looks like a teacher stands at intervals. Liang Kairong is now standing next to our group, so it seems that those are the head teachers of their respective classes—the ones called Guardians.

"Oh......"

As I observed, the students in the auditorium suddenly raised their hands and high-fived each other as if we had graduated.

"What's wrong?" I asked Xiao Hui.

"Soul Choice. ”

"What?"

Xiao Hui put away his smile and looked at me in astonishment and said, "Soul tool selection, the focus of our celebration this time." ”

I had a premonition that Xiao Hui would be suspicious if I asked again, so I acted with static braking and seeing the opportunity.

The leader stood up and parted to the sides, and the tables and chairs retreated to the sides as if they had their own sensor systems. Dean Fang Dongyan stood in place for a moment, then moved out of the way to show the objects behind him that were covered with a black cloth. Anything taller than a person, which didn't seem to exist a few seconds ago, was a square door, or a square fitting mirror.

Dean Fang lowered his wand, lifted the corner of the black cloth to reveal the mystery in a chic manner, and a mirror appeared on the rostrum.

"Next, the student representatives were invited to come forward for the soul selection ceremony. Mr. Green instructed.

"O wind, I praise thee," came a woman's voice from behind, "thy gentleness is thy goodness, thy freshness thy beauty, thy fierceness thy strength, thy majesty thy majesty." Here, follow me forward, guided by nature, to the place where the soul gathers. ”

If there is a fairy in the world, it should be this one. There was no Wia here, but the long-haired woman was like a fairy leaping out of an ink painting, caressing the breeze across the auditorium, like a quiet lily sticking out her toes and landing in front of the fitting mirror.

"Level five, Wind Magician, Yu Jingjing meets Mr. Magic Mirror. ”

This white dress is like an ancient costume, so the picture of the fairy descending to earth that I imagined just now is not groundless.

Yu Jingjing, who has the same name as my classmate but has a different temperament, bent down slightly, obviously waiting for something.

The mirror shook, the ripples spread out from the center, and Yu Jingjing in the mirror turned into a white-haired old man.

Looking at the people in the mirror, my first impression was Santa Claus, and then the great wizard in the famous film. In my mind's eye, the two images are similar, but in the mirror is an amiable old man...... In fact, it is an old grandfather with a straight face and closed eyes.

Yu Jingjing raised her head and clenched her hands into fists. Seeing this, the students below clasped their hands into fists.

Stunned, I was pushed by Xiao Hui, and I drew the gourd in the same way.

"Oath ......," Yu Jingjing said.

The students below the "oath ......" followed.

"I, Rank 5, Wind Mage, Yu Jingjing, am a third-year student at the Rhett Elemental Magic Academy......"

Follow below. Anyway, I'm a magician, and according to what happened before, I'm a fire magician, right?

"I will follow the purpose of the Academy, adhere to the heart of reverence for nature, use elemental magic carefully in the name of Rhett, and interpret the true meaning of life with the soul of self. ”

Silence.

"Is that the end of this?" I asked Xiao Hui. Xiao Hui prayed intently and ignored me.

"Soul Choice. The man in the mirror announced.

Yu Jingjing raised her right arm forward and reached for the fitting mirror. The flat mirror surface seemed to ripple as if the water surface had been impacted by a stone, and Yu Jingjing's right arm actually stretched into the mirror. Time passed, about seven seconds, Yu Jingjing pulled out her right arm hard, and a green bamboo stick with white gems embedded in it was clenched in her hand.

There was a round of applause below.

I was not good at math and couldn't measure the length of the bamboo stick visually, but the moment I saw the bamboo stick, a picture came to mind.

"Isn't this just a dog stick?" No, it should be said that this is an extravagant dog stick, which is absolutely inconsistent with the tender Yu Jingjing.

Yu Jingjing stood in front of her with a stick in her hands. In terms of length, this stick is suitable for Yu Jingjing's staff. Thinking about it like this, the image of Huang Rong, the leader of the beggar gang, became more and more vivid in my mind.

Full of joy, Yu Jingjing knelt on one knee like a martial arts knight and greeted the fitting mirror: "Thank you, Mr. Magic Mirror." Suddenly, the two figures of Yu Jingjing overlapped in my mind.

"The selection of the student representative soul tool is over. Next, please come forward one by one according to the order of each class to select the soul equipment. ”

Get a general grasp of the situation. The students call the white-haired old man in the mirror "Mr. Magic Mirror", which is probably a mourning thing. I can understand that the students have a sense of respect for Fu Fu, which shows that Mr. Magic Mirror has an extraordinary background. Speaking of Fu Fushen, this should be the monster legend of the Oriental island country.

"I remember your name was Suzuki?" I nudged the short man on the side.

"Yes. ”

"Subtle, you didn't even communicate with me in your language. ”

Suzuki, who met the standard of Xiao Xianrou, frowned, but after a second, he smiled and said, "Yi Jiahe, don't be joking." It's not well known that the Academy of Magic has a special enchantment. What's more, we've been living together for two years now. Don't talk about something as unusual as your amnesia. ”

Suzuki, everything here is abnormal in my eyes.

"I said, is Mr. Magic Mirror a mourning god?"

Suzuki was dumbfounded.

"Why, you don't know Fu Fushen?"

"No, of course I know Fu Fushen. But why do you think that Mr. Magic Mirror is a god of mourning?"

The sentence was not in the right direction, so I changed the subject to Suzuki and said, "Mr. Magic Mirror, that's amazing." ”

"Of course, he's a doppelganger of Rhett Williams, the founder of our Rhett Academy of Elemental Magic. Suzuki's admiration was evident on his face.

"I see. It can be said that Mr. Magic Mirror is the result of Red's soul attaching to an object. ”

"Stupid," Suzuki angrily said, "Don't call the founder's name at will." You should call him Mr. Williams. Moreover, Lord Magic Mirror is not a mourning god. He inherited the will of Mr. Williams and held supremacy in the hearts of us magicians. Yi Jiahe, about Lord Magic Mirror, didn't we study it in the first grade?"

"yes. "I was perfunctory.

One person, one soul choice, is bound to take a lot of time. I thought that the adolescent students would be so bored that they would run away from the auditorium without permission. However, everyone had the same expression on their faces. The students were excited before the selection of the soul tool, and cheered after the selection of the soul tool. The leaders did not force the students to be quiet, and the students also consciously disciplined themselves and did not make excessive noise. Sympathizing with the students' hard standing, Dean Fang waved his wand, and a chair appeared behind us.

When Dean Fang Dongyan saw the students bending down to thank her and taking her seat, she smiled happily. This touching smile is an unforgettable image in my heart.

The results of soul equipment selection are not the same. Some students were given modest items such as wands, wands, rings, etc., while others were given bizarre items such as pens, water bottles, clothes, etc. The so-called soul equipment is as small as a piece of origami or as large as a motorcycle, which is really diverse and incredible. What exactly is a soul device?

Finally it was our turn.

My eyes moved with Suzuki, and I was curious to see what Suzuki would get out of the magic mirror.

"What's that?"

Suzuki returned to me satisfied.

"Suzuki, can you show me your soul equipment?"

Suzuki spread his hands, and a seed was in his hands.

"Ugh. ”

"Amazing. Sure enough, I was favored by the gods. Suzuki smiled.

There was an order from the front to Xiao Hui to go up. It seems that this order is not all arranged by seat.

"Yi Jiahe, can you go up with me?" Xiao Hui and Chen Yaofei are two different people. Looking at Xiao Hui's embarrassed face, I remembered the look in Chen Yaofei's eyes when he begged me.

"May we go along?"

"Yes. Up to three people. Suzuki replied to me.

In front of the magic mirror, I took the lead in soul selection. Seeing that I was at a loss for standing for a long time, the enthusiastic teacher Ball reminded me: "Classmate, if the Magic Mirror Lord does not make an order, you can talk about your own business." ”

I will never forget the kindness of Pol O'Connor. It's just that introducing myself is one of those things I'm not good at.

It's rare to have a magic mirror standing in front of you, so why not try what the queen did in fairy tales.

"Magic Mirror ......" really wants to do, I'm still a little ashamed.

Clearing my throat, I opened my mouth and asked: "Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who is the most handsome ...... in the world"

"The soul can't choose. ”

The person in the mirror said a word, and the audience was dumbfounded.

The leaders got up one after another, and Dean Fang even came to our side and asked the Magic Mirror, "Lord Magic Mirror, why is this?"

"Level two, fire magician, Yi Jiahe, your soul device is not here. ”

"But," said the kind-hearted Dean Fang for me, "every student has and must have a soul device." ”

The white-haired old man who had been closing his eyes finally opened his eyes. His gaze was intense, and it seemed that countless sharp lightsabers were hidden inside.

"Filthy bodies, rotten souls, what you are looking for is not only a home, but also a future. I can't give you what you want, and you can only find what you want. The white-haired old man closed his eyes.

"Idol, can I smash it?" I swallowed.

Dean Fang sighed and said to me with apologies: "Yi Jiahe, forgive Dean for being powerless. ”

"It doesn't matter. "I have felt your heart.

Xiao Hui stepped forward. This boy, who looked serious on the surface and was actually extremely shy, looked at me, and then introduced himself to the magic mirror: "My name is Xiao Hui, and I am a student in the tenth class of the third grade of our college. The class is one, and the element of the contract is water. I, I ......" Xiao Hui, who can still say a few words in reality, is even more shy here.

"I want ......"

"Soul Choice!" the white-haired old man ordered.

Xiao Hui, who was frightened, came back to his senses and carefully put his hand into the mirror. After a second, Xiao Hui withdrew his hand, and a crystal necklace was held in his hand.

"Congratulations, Xiao Hui. "I congratulate him.

"I think I've seen this somewhere......"

"It doesn't matter where it's seen, at least you're better than me, get a soul device. Isn't it, Dean Fang?"

Fang Dongyan stared straight at the crystal necklace in Xiao Hui's hand and didn't say a word.

"Dallais Crystal!"

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