When Cheng Ying woke up, it was already noon, and at this time, he was terrified, and Xiao Han comforted him for a while before calming down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two did not go back to school, but went to the old house of the Sun family, Mr. Sun became demented at this time, Sun Tingting was still not awake, and Qingfei's body was still leaning on the chair at this time, and no one cleaned it up.

Cheng Ying looked at Qingfei's body and said, "Maybe dying for his beloved is his happiness and his destination." ”

Xiao Han sighed, Qing Fei's life was vivid, and the hearty laughter seemed to be still in his ears, and he sighed: "It's just a pity, but it's better not to tell Sun Tingting about his death." ”

Cheng Ying asked, "Why?" ”

Xiao Han said: "His liking for Sun Tingting probably doesn't want Sun Tingting to know, otherwise he wouldn't have to secretly protect Sun Tingting." If he doesn't want people to know, why should we do anything more? ”

Cheng Ying said: "Maybe he didn't want people to know when he was alive, but he may not be able to think like this after death." Besides, Tingting also has the right to know the truth. ”

Xiao Han said: "I'm just afraid that this will affect Sun Tingting's life." ”

Cheng Ying said: "Then if Tingting asks, what do we say?" ”

Xiao Han said: "I only said that Qingfei cured her illness, and then Qingfei also wandered away." ”

Cheng Ying said: "It's not the same. ”

Xiao Han said: "I'll deal with Qingfei's body first, you take care of Sun Tingting, I'm afraid she will wake up." ”

When Mr. Sun heard the two of them talking, he suddenly regained his consciousness and said, "Let's come, there are two coffins at the back of the house, and now they seem to be suitable." Xiao Han said: "It's okay." ”

Mr. Sun said again: "Don't worry, I will hide it from Tingting." It's just that this time it's entirely because of me that this happened. ”

Xiao Han knew that he was blaming himself for stepping on the Seven Star Lantern, and said, "You don't need to worry too much, cultivators are acting against the heavens, and accidents may happen anytime and anywhere, so I think he has already foreseen this result." ”

Mr. Sun sighed and stopped talking. The two worked together to carry Qingfei's body to the backyard and bury it in the coffin.

The coffin was made of ordinary cypress wood, and the size was just right.

Mr. Sun said: "The world is difficult, these two coffins were prepared by me many years ago, I didn't expect that the white-haired people had not used them, so they were used by the black-haired people first." ”

Xiao Han looked at Qing Fei, and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

Mr. Sun closed the coffin and sighed again.

Cheng Ying looked at Sun Tingting in the front hall, and said to herself: "Do you know how lucky you are, someone is willing to exchange his life for your life." ”

Sun Tingting's eyelids moved, and her fingers moved slightly. Cheng Ying spoke to herself, but she didn't notice it at all.

"Unfortunately, I don't know what to say to him, and I don't know if he likes me, and I have a better girl than me, and I really don't have confidence in sharing his troubles." Cheng Ying frowned slightly, and soon smiled again, and said: "But I won't give up, happiness is always earned." ”

Sun Tingting's eyes opened slightly, then closed them again, and Cheng Ying had already turned around. The grass and trees in the courtyard are withered and yellow, and the autumn mood is beautiful, although the clouds are light and the wind is light at the moment, and there is only desolation and depression in my heart.

She remembered the young man in white who came in the breeze in the early morning after the rain, and at that time she was only curious about him, until the moment she saw the monster and was stunned, the figure of the young man appeared in her mind, and she didn't know why.

They finally met again in Miao Village, but there was an extra figure beside him, the same white-clothed Shengxue, with a shawl, and the most beautiful thing was not her face, but her eyes.

It is a pair of eyes that should never belong to the world, elegant and noble, refined and full of tenderness.

At that moment, Cheng Ying had already realized that there might be an inextricable relationship between them, of course, she didn't know that the two were each other's childhood sweethearts.

Cheng Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, her eyes were blindfolded by a pair of hands, those hands were soft and delicate, but the temperature on her hands was much lower than that of a normal person. Cheng Ying shuddered, and there was a burst of silver bell-like laughter behind him, and the man said, "Guess who I am?" ”

Cheng Yingqiang smiled: "Tingting, are you awake?" Stop it. ”

Sun Tingting let go of her hand, sat down beside Cheng Ying, and said, "It looks like you have something on your mind." ”

Cheng Ying said: "What's the matter, is your body better?" ”

Sun Tingting said: "Why do you ask that? I'm fine! Why are there so many lights in the house? ”

Cheng Ying exclaimed: "Don't you have any impression at all?" ”

Sun Tingting said strangely: "What happened?" I'm fine! ”

Cheng Ying said: "Do you remember what happened before you fell into a coma? ”

Sun Tingting said: "Coma? Am I unconscious? All I remember is that I felt like I had a strange dream. ”

Cheng Ying said: "What kind of dream? ”

Sun Tingting said: "In my dream, I saw a strange person, like a Taoist priest, and there were many lights in the dream, and he said a lot of things, but I didn't remember anything in a daze. ”

Cheng Ying said: "Do you know that person?" ”

Sun Tingting shook her head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen it." ”

Cheng Ying felt that her head was too big, and she couldn't figure out what was going on, but since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't think about it anymore. said: "Anyway, you'll be fine." School is coming up in a few days, what are you going to do during the holidays? ”

Sun Tingting said: "Do you remember what activities were held in a few days?" ”

Cheng Yingdao: "Why don't I remember? The Battle of the Hundred Regiments. ”

At this time, a voice came: "Hundred regiments battle? Are you talking about history? ”

Cheng Ying saw that it was Xiao Han, and just wanted to explain, Sun Tingting said, "Who are you?" Why is it in my house? ”

Xiao Han looked at Sun Tingting strangely, and then at Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying pulled the two of them and said, "I haven't introduced you yet, this is my good sister Sun Tingting." Tingting, this is my friend Xiao Han. ”

Although Xiao Han didn't know what was going on, he could only say, "Hello! I'm Xiao Han. ”

Sun Tingting frowned and asked Cheng Ying, "Have you seen my father?" ”

Xiao Han said: "Uncle is in the backyard, and he will come over soon." He looked at Cheng Ying and said, "What is the Hundred Regiment Battle you just mentioned?" ”

Cheng Yingdao: "It's the club recruiting new students, and after the new semester starts, the school's clubs will hold new recruitment activities. There are more than 160 clubs in Yenching University, and the competition between them is also fierce, and some people call it the 'Hundred Regiment War'. ”

Xiao Han said: "Are there so many clubs? ”

Cheng Ying nodded and said, "It will only be more, not less." Everyone's interests are different, and some people even participate in more than one club at the same time. ”

Xiao Han said: "What club do you join?" ”

Cheng Yingdao: "Of course, it's the Literary Club, and we are both responsible for this year's recruitment activities." ”

Xiao Han said: "You must go and see it when the time comes." ”

The holidays are by in a blink of an eye, and the campus after the start of school is comparable to a busy city, full of people.

Now that the sophomore students have returned to school after military training, there are more people on campus, Xiao Han's study and life have changed again, and he doesn't go to Mochou Lake often.

Fortunately, the recruitment of new students in the club did not disappoint Xiao Han, and it was advertised early, and tables were set up on both sides of a wide road on the north side of the student activity center a day in advance, which was more than 100 meters long.

Labels are attached to the tables, and the names and serial numbers of the societies are listed on a display board next to them.

Xiao Han looked at it, there were one hundred and seventy-two clubs, and he couldn't help but secretly say that campus life was really colorful.

The recruitment of new students in the club lasted for three days, and the first day was full of people, Xiao Han felt that he could not move an inch on the road, and it was crowded with students.

Each club is even more than eight immortals across the sea, each showing its own magical powers. From the puppets of the anime club, the orchestral instruments of the Silk and Bamboo Association, the wooden sword guards of the Bushido Association, to the Sanda Association, there is a small ring, and there are two people wearing thick fist gloves and performing hard.

Xiao Han walked around, but he didn't see a familiar figure, in fact, he didn't know many people here.

Xiao Han walked to a table where no one was watching, only to see that there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and there was no other sundries, and there was only a quiet-looking girl practicing calligraphy quietly in front of the table.

Xiao Han walked to the side and watched quietly, only to see the girl's right arm swinging gently, her posture was elegant, and she wrote the sentence in Luo Shenfu, "Its shape is also like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon." Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching Hibiscus out of the waves", the handwriting is elegant and beautiful.

Compared with the lively crowd around him, Xiao Han seemed to have arrived in another world, clean and free.

Xiao Han was enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, when a vulgar voice sounded out of place: "Little girl knows what calligraphy is, get up, teach you what real calligraphy is." ”

I don't know when a young man appeared in front of the table, his face was tense and his nostrils were facing the sky.

I saw him snatch the brush from the girl's hand, crumpled the words that the girl had written before, and someone next to him had already taken another piece of paper and spread it out, he was full of thick ink, and waved it on the paper.

The girl's face was angry, but she didn't attack.

Someone next to him immediately chimed in: "Jin Gongzi really wrote a good hand, iron painting silver hook, even if the book saint is reincarnated, he will never be able to write such good words!" ”

Xiao Han looked at it, and saw that the man was writing the words "Yamato Nation" crookedly, loose and weak.

The man known as Jin Gongzi looked up to the sky and laughed, "I don't have to write much, the king I saw before wrote something and something, but that's it!" ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man next to him immediately complimented: "Jin Gongzi is a genius in the sky, and everything is a law, and all laws are clear." Even if you haven't practiced it, it's better than if others have practiced it for decades. ”

Xiao Han only felt disgust in his heart, and the quiet girl said angrily: "Shut up! You are not allowed to insult calligraphy. ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man sneered: "It is your blessing that Jin Gongzi is willing to reward you with his ink treasure, if you don't frame it well, what kind of insult do you say about calligraphy." ”

The girl was so angry that she couldn't speak, she was mild-tempered, and although she was angry, she didn't know what to say. People came and went, and when they saw that there were people arguing here, they all gathered around to see the excitement.

Xiao Han stepped forward and said, "It's not just any beast that draws a few paw prints that can be called Mobao. ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man scolded, "Bah, who are you scolding? ”

Xiao Han said: "Are you here to pick up the scolding?" ”

The man snorted, put one hand on Xiao Han's shoulder, and scolded: "You kid is a beast......

Xiao Han's shoulders moved slightly, and he had already bounced the man away, and the man only felt a strong surge, and his body could no longer stand. Straight back three or four steps, still unable to stop, sitting on the ground.

Xiao Han ignored him and tore the paper written by the golden boy to shreds. Xiao Han said to the girl, "Can you borrow a pen and paper?" ”

The girl hurriedly took a new brush and handed it to Xiao Han, and laid a new piece of paper.

Xiao Han looked at the brush, shook his head and said, "I don't know if it's suitable or not." Reaching out and pinching the tip of the pen, the bristles fell off with a slight twist.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man sneered: "What kind of madness is this kid, do you want to write with a bald pen?" ”

When Xiao Han stopped, there was only a thin strand of brush hair in the middle of the pen, this pen was very long, but not very thick, it was already difficult for ordinary people to use, and now it is even more difficult to use.

The girl's eyes lit up, and she dared to use the pen like this, naturally she was full of confidence in her wrist strength, and she had unique insights into the use of the pen.

Xiao Han's pen is very erratic and fast, the pen is moving, the pen is moving, and the people who don't know calligraphy also feel that the pen is extraordinary. In the blink of an eye, he had written four words: "Barbarians and Dogs".

The onlookers first saw him twist the brush into a strange shape, and their hearts were also sneering, at this time they saw that his calligraphy was thin gold body, the handwriting was thin and strong, and the press was powerful, and the turning point was hidden in the front trace, which was a good calligraphy deed. It is better than what the girl wrote before, and it is even more incomparable than the so-called golden boy, and the difference is thousands of miles.

The man known as Jin Gongzi exclaimed, "Well written! Except that I belong to you, what I wrote looks better! ”

Xiao Han couldn't help but smile bitterly, not knowing what it was like to be so evaluated by this person who didn't know anything about calligraphy.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man shouted, "Young Master Jin, that kid is scolding you!" ”

The golden boy shouted: "Baga! Punch at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han grabbed his wrist and twisted it, Jin Gongzi screamed in pain and stepped back, his forearm hanging down weakly, and it was already dislocated.

The golden boy and the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man squeezed into the crowd stupidly, and the golden boy still shouted: "Phew, what kind of words are written!" It's like a bamboo pole. ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man just shouted, "You wait, Lao Tzu will come back." ”

Xiao Han didn't pay attention to it, and others only watched a lively scene. Xiao Han was about to leave, when the girl suddenly said, "This classmate, do you want to join the Calligraphy Association?" ”

Xiao Han said: "I just have some interest in calligraphy, I have other things, and I can't join the calligraphy association." ”

The girl seemed disappointed and just let out an "oh".

Xiao Han walked a few steps, and suddenly heard the sound of someone playing the piano, the sound of the piano was tactful, although the tone was low, it was still clearly heard in the noisy crowd, Xiao Han stopped.