It stands to reason that as the youngest of the quadruplets, Ning Jixiao should be the easiest one to live. Because everything can be carried and done by the third brother who was born before him, not to mention that there is an omnipotent and omniscient old lady in front of him.

Who would have thought that after he entered the fifth level of ability, he would be asked to do more and more things, and he would be forced to learn more and more things like this. For this reason, he once cried to his sister. The elder sister also tried hard to fight for him, but to no avail.

The reason is that in Huaxia, there are too few fifth-level abilities, and he can't waste his talents. It made him want to cry without tears. If he had known that, he shouldn't have been competitive, and he would have spent a lot of time with the fourth-level ability, just like the third. That way, no one will be so staring at him.

No, not long after he came to Fanghai, Song Dai forced him to write something for spring. As a result, his heart had to settle for a long time. When he found that the first rays of spring sun were shining on the earth, and the withered branches were sending out bright green and delicate buds, he knew that he had reached the point where he had to write. Otherwise, there will be bad fruit waiting for him to taste in front of him.

So, a seed of spring is ready to move in the fertile soil of the soul, and then breaks through the soil, pokes out the bright green head, and then slowly, stretches out the waist branches, in the bright spring light, flashing clear crystal.

Suddenly, in this shining, Ning Jixiao felt that it was like a cup of old wine, from the initial hazy and thick, between the exchange of seasons, with the washing of time, it became mellow and clear, if you can really take a sip gently, it must be as sweet and hearty as a pool of stream.

In this way, he wrote a title on the top of the blank paper - "Remembering Spring". But after a few sentences, he ran aground. Heartlake is stirred up by an unexpected encounter.

The Fang family expressed a warm welcome to Cheng Ziyang and the others, and arranged for them to stay in the best place in Fanghai. Of course, across the wall from the accommodation is the Fangjia compound.

On this day, Fang Hai invited relevant personnel to pass through the Xiaoyue Gate and came to the most beautiful place in the Fang family's compound. As soon as he entered this place, Ning Jixiao was addicted to it. It is fragrant, green and tranquil. What's even more gratifying is that it also has an equally delicate name - Amber Pond.

Here, what Ning Jixiao feels is a kind of coolness emanating from the inside out, light in body and mind, like a fairyland. Wisps of locust flowers, fluttering in the wind, lingering around the body, in front of the eyes, in the ears, on the lips jumping. Raise your hand and smell it, even your hand has a fragrance.

This incense is the fragrance that belongs to spring, removing the strong and rich breath, plain and elegant, and standing tall. This fragrance is the gentle hand of the spring girl, and the turquoise waves in the pool are the crystals in the spring girl's eyes, and the silver bell in her low smile. In this way, people are like escaping into a spring dream, and have walked into a time when acacia flowers are falling.

This is a scenic spot that does not need to buy a ticket, just pick up a green leaf on the ground, send a sincere invitation to Chun, you can hold hands with her and have a baptism of youth together.

Here, everyone can choose any way and mood to meet spring. You can either hurry by the road next to the scenic spot, or you can pacing along the secluded path along the courtyard wall. But no matter what, here, it will not be missed in the same spring.

She stood in the bushes and smiled at people, or sat side by side on a wooden chair on the shore of the lake. Haru, in essence, has been everywhere since the page on the calendar was opened.

However, in other parts of this base, Ning Jixiao could only catch the wind and shadows. Only here can you have the privilege of catching a glimpse of spring.

"It's beautiful!" Even Ning Xiao, who has never spoken much, couldn't help but let out such admiration.

"Really?" Cheng Ziyang, who was beside her, heard this, and a happy smile also appeared on his face. "Actually, in my house in the capital, there is also a place that can be compared to this. You'll be able to see it for yourself. ”

"Listen to what you say," Ning Xiao then remembered that after he went to the capital, he would live in the Cheng family's mansion. "Shouldn't your home be smaller than Fang's?"

Cheng Ziyang looked around, estimated a little in his heart, and nodded and said, "It should be about the same!" It's just that his family has several rooms where people live together, and my family only has the old man, my parents and us, and there are not many people. ”

"Why?" Ning Xiao couldn't help but feel surprised. "Your house occupies such a large area, but only how many people live?"

"Actually, it's not just a few people who live there. Aren't there guards, nannies, and civil servants? Cheng Ziyang approached Ning Xiao and was explaining. Of course, the main reason is that my mom doesn't like to take care of the housework. The more people there are, the more panicked she becomes, and the more likely she is to make trouble. ”

"So, as soon as my parents returned to the capital, the old man sent several uncles out, and only let our family live with him."

"Oooh!" Ning Xiao finally understood. However, she was also a little hesitant, whispering to him: "I don't like to take care of housework either!"

"It's fine!" Cheng Ziyang comforted her. "With my mother in front of you, no matter how angry the old man is, he won't be angry with you."

"Hmm-" Ning Xiao couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

No appointments, no knocks, and no apologies. Spring, sitting in the depths of the courtyard, welcomes everyone who comes to visit. Lift away the branches and leaves of the locust tree that hang down and cover your eyes, and go straight down the marble staircase. As far as the eye can see, green is the theme color here, and the messenger that supports this green is the endless locust tree.

When it rains, the air is fresh and the soil is moist. The leaves are brighter green after the dust has been washed away. The foot is covered with fallen leaves and tiny locust flowers. Open your hands, raise your head, take a deep breath, the fragrance of flowers in your nose, the breeze in your ears, and your worries are suddenly forgotten. The body and mind become light at the same time, and it seems that a pair of wings are about to grow on its back, and in the blink of an eye, it will become a bird chirping in the branches.

Birds are heralds of spring, singing merrily on the branches, on the leaves, or on the roadside. They are the doormen of spring and welcome guests with sweet songs. They are also Chun's servants, whispering to Chun to convey the arrival of their guests.

The locust tree on the side of the road is the loyal subject of spring, showing its own style to reflect the beauty of spring. Look at the branches, the clusters of plump locust flowers hang from the plump swaying of hope, like clusters of plump grapes. The crystal raindrops above flashed clear eyes, and the flowers overflowed tears of joy.

"How do I feel that the climate is not much different from before the end of the world?" Song Dai was infinitely touched. "Even better than in the heyday!"

"Hmm!" When Ning Xiao heard it, he nodded, responding to Song Dai's words. "You're right, the climate is better now than it was before the end of the world. I think this is a gift from the Creator to mankind who have gone through the ordeals!"

"Yes," Xia Zhao also agreed. "This is the so-called great calamity and immortality, there must be a blessing in the future!"

"Well, that's not necessarily!" It was Cheng Ziyang who said this. At this moment, he was staring at the locust tree.

The wind gradually grew stronger. The branches and leaves of the locust tree began to shake and tremble. And the bunches of locust flowers hanging on the branches are even more overwhelmed and crumbling. It makes people's hearts tighten, frowning, and even wants to fly into the sky, holding the beautiful flowers with their hands.

However, in just a few seconds, the tightly knit brow opened again, and the heart suddenly stretched out to a vast expanse. I was really amazed by the beauty of the acacia flowers flying in front of me. The tiny pale yellow petals fluttered like snow in the wind and fell all over every corner of the yard.

The fragrance of flowers is like pale yellow ink, which is released by the wind, diffusing throughout the landscape, between heaven and earth. The fragrance of the flowers spreads out with the spread of the petals, drifting away......

At this point, the entire courtyard seems to have been transformed into an ink painting. All the people have become the people in the painting.

Cheng Ziyang stretched out his hand to take the falling petals, and muttered to himself: "The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!" It's just that now, I feel like the wind hasn't picked up yet!"

"Oh-" Song Dai and the others all responded. However, none of them went deeper into the true meaning of Cheng Ziyang's words. In their cognition, they feel that this is Cheng Ziyang reminding them: Don't let down your vigilance at any time.

Only Ning Xiao could understand what he meant, reached out and held him, and asked softly, "Do you feel it too?" ”

"Hmm!" Cheng Ziyang nodded, leaning over and whispering in her ear. "Even though the scenery in front of me was so beautiful and moving, I felt the smell of blood. This smell does not belong to the blood of zombies, but to a deep darkness!"

"Xiao, didn't you feel it early? So, you're always frowning, and there's always a lingering depression between your eyebrows!"

"Yes," Ning Xiao nodded, raising his eyes to look at Cheng Ziyang. "Nothing, though! You and I always have to face it together!"

"Yes," Cheng Ziyang heard this, and his face also showed comfort. He took her hand and walked side by side. "Whether it's life or death, you and I will be together! I just hope that then it will be a battlefield with alien races, and not a cannibalism with zombies in the last days!"

Song Dai and the others obviously didn't pay attention to the mystery of the couple's conversation, and they still thought that they were withdrawing dog food everywhere and bullying them single dogs.

Inadvertently, they reached the end of the compound. Looking back, Haru was still sitting in the depths of the courtyard, watching with deep eyes and saying goodbye with a faint smile.

For a moment, Ning Jixiao didn't want to move his steps anymore, and wanted to stand like this as a stone sculpture and be the doorman of spring. Looking back, he wanted to open his arms and fly up to the branches to become a bird and be a servant of spring.

The locust trees shook their branches, silently telling him something else. They really understood him, he thought. Because, he wants to be a locust tree, a subject of spring, silently guarding her side, and at the same time enjoying the long-term fall of locust flowers until they die hundreds of years later.

For Ning Jixiao's essay on spring, Song Dai took it for granted that he gave a "good"! But in the end, he couldn't help but sigh, patted the young man's shoulder, and said: "Fourth, you still have to exercise, you can't be too childlike!"

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