It was a familiar courtyard, with two osmanthus trees flourishing and the courtyard full of osmanthus flowers.

"Brother, why am I so much shorter than you?" The little girl asked, a childish smile on her face.

"Hahahaha, because I'm my brother! My brother will always shelter my sister from the wind and rain! The boy's answer was also very beautiful.

The younger sister loves fairy tales, and it is not easy to say an answer that satisfies her, and the boy himself has thought a lot. But my sister didn't like those answers, and then he asked his mother this question, and her mother gently told her the answer.

"Then why is your tree taller than mine?"

After the girl finished speaking, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the yard, and the lilies that were not in the flowering period suddenly came to life, and the yard was verdant, the lily stems were erect, and the flowers were hanging low, and the whole process was like a dream.

"I want to protect my brother too!"

The boy's mouth opened wide and he was speechless in surprise.

"Brother, do you remember the name carved on this tree?"

The girl suddenly appeared under the shorter laurel tree, stroking the slightly thin trunk, and her original smile disappeared.

"Of course!" The boy subconsciously replied, opened his mouth, and wanted to say the name, but the memory in his mind seemed to have been erased, and there was no trace at all.

No matter how hard he tried to remember, but he still couldn't remember, he suddenly thought of something, ran to the laurel tree next to the girl, and held on to the trunk to find clues.

One, two, three......

Gone, the name that was supposed to be engraved on the tree is gone......

"Brother, it's okay, it's okay if you don't remember, you'll find me anyway, won't you?" The girl smiled, "Just like my brother said, my brother just wants to shelter my sister from the wind and rain forever......"

Suddenly there was a swing made of plants in the courtyard, and the rose bloomed, and she grabbed the rose's wattle, and the swing swayed in the air, light as a bird.

"Brother, we will meet again......"

……

Wei Ji woke up to a ringing of his mobile phone, and when he opened his eyes, it was a strange ceiling.

The unfamiliar environment and unfamiliar place made him feel uncomfortable for a moment, he had never had such a clear dream, but the face of the girl in the dream gradually disappeared, and the content of the dream was completely unrememberable......

The bell was interrupted, and Chu Zihang's voice rang.

"Sorry to disturb you."

In fact, Chu Zihang doesn't need an alarm clock, his life is very regular, he gets up at 6:00 every day, exercises at 6:20, takes a bath at 7:20, hot water for a minute, cold water for a minute, warm water for a minute, and eats in the cafeteria on time at 7:40......

You can even use his schedule to calibrate your watch, and if the time is wrong, don't doubt that the watch must be faulty.

He didn't really need an alarm clock, he just forgot to turn it off.

"It's okay, what's the song? It's actually quite nice. ”

Seeing that Wei Ji was so kind, Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and responded.

"An Irish folk song." Chu Zihang paused, and continued, "Daily Growing by the Irish band Altan"

"Growing up, nice song title, what do the lyrics say?"

Chu Zihang was stunned again, the first time he heard this song was in that man's tape, and the man also asked himself such a question, and Chu Zihang answered almost subconsciously.

"It is said that a father married his 24-year-old daughter to a 14-year-old rich child, but the daughter was unwilling, fearing that by the time her husband grew up, she would be old. But the father said that his arrangement was correct, he married his daughter to a rich young man, and when he was old, his daughter would have someone to rely on. ”

"But then the rich boy died before he could grow up, and the girl was very sad and knitted a shroud for him with flannel in the grassy cemetery."

"It's sad." Wei Ji said in a very sad tone that he couldn't remember the content of the dream at all at the moment, and only felt sad.

Chu Zihang didn't respond, but he agreed with Wei Ji's point of view in his heart, yes, it was very sad. In that lyric, probably only the father thinks about his daughter, and probably only the daughter still remembers her father.

"I went to exercise." Chu Zihang was not used to such an atmosphere and said.

"Come on." Wei Ji said.

The devil knows why the two people who were still mocking each other yesterday have become so reluctant and affectionate today......

……

The morning was a kendo class, and Wei Ji was almost annoyed to death by this schedule, not giving people any time to practice, and before this class, Wei Ji had never learned kendo.

Chu Zihang in the distance was fighting against the students in the preparatory class, and this class had been like this for a long time.

Chu Zihang cleanly slashed one opponent after another under the horse, every move and every style was instinctive, but he could always accurately hit the target's weakness, saving physical strength to the greatest extent, without any superfluous movements.

In the face of such a gifted student, the teacher who teaches kendo is simply like a treasure, and the light in his eyes is naked and undisguised.

As for Wei Ji, he could only watch him show his might next to the training ground, and he was taken out by the assistant coach of the kendo class to practice alone.

"Keep your eyes on the tip of the knife and concentrate on it!"

Okay, I pay attention to the tip of the knife, I pay attention.

"Don't shake your body, and control your strength when swinging your knife!"

Okay, I don't shake my body, I control the force.

"There is no shortcut to the road of knife art, everyone must swing the knife tens of thousands of times, and only if the knife is really bent like an arm, it can be regarded as qualified."

Okay, I'll practice wielding a knife, Chu Zihang, when I practice as a teacher, Lao Tzu will definitely abuse you fiercely.

Wei Ji was ruthless in his heart.

In fact, the reason for the current situation has to be attributed to Wei Ji, when he first started in class, Wei Ji asked Chu Zihang to fight alone, after all, Wei Ji has been very confident in fighting since he was a child. From childhood to adulthood, he lost the duel with Chu Zihang? Besides, it's not him who blows, one dozen ten, and he still opens the matchless! So far, I haven't tasted defeat!

But today he was defeated......

How could he be Chu Zihang's opponent when he held the handle of the knife for the first time, one move, only one move, Chu Zihang hit his wrist, and the bamboo knife in his hand fell in response, Wei Ji hadn't reacted yet, he didn't even see the shadow of Chu Zihang's swinging knife.

Of course, Wei Ji was not convinced, and continued to practice, he could see Zihang's movements clearly, but he didn't know how to fight back, Wei Ji had his own understanding of weapons.

There are more and more onlookers, Wei Ji loses very quickly every time, it's nothing if his wrist is swollen, but his face really can't be lost anymore, he fights again next time, and then goes down, until now, he is still practicing knives on the side.

After Wei Ji left the game, those onlookers swarmed and rushed to fight against Chu Zihang. Joke! Who will let a newcomer be in the limelight, is it tolerable or unbearable!

However, they were all defeated......

Chu Zihang in the distance panted slightly, as if he had exhausted his strength, everyone had been defeated at least twice in his hands, and he stood there like an undefeated king.

"He's so talented, he's just a genius." The assistant coach who instructed Wei Ji to practice the knife couldn't help but sigh.

Cut, sooner or later it will be my men's defeat.

Wei Ji looked at the tip of the knife with both hands, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and kept swinging the knife.

The teaching assistant seemed to be able to see through Wei Ji's heart, and seemed to be talking to himself: "No, no, no, no matter how we practice, we will never be able to catch up, you have to admit that there are geniuses in the world who are unreasonable." ”

, don't practice, practice a fart!

Wei Ji really wanted to smash the knife in his hand into the face of the assistant coach, he was such a big genius in front of his eyes, and said that those who have it and don't have it, who do they look down on?

No one dared to step forward to challenge anymore, Chu Zihang slowly put away the knife, took off the protective gear, and prepared to retreat, the coach on the side had already seen his movements, and immediately stepped forward to help him catch the knife, and shouted at him.

"Are classmates tired? How does it feel? ”

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"Classmate, have you ever studied kendo before? There are a few moves that are very skillful, but they are still a little immature overall, but well, the reaction and judgment are very good, and they are very suitable for the path of kendo. ”

The coach knows how to talk about this kind of chat.

"I studied at the Children's Palace for a while." Chu Zihang said lightly.

"Shhh

Wei Ji could hear the inhalation of everyone in the field from afar, and Wei Ji thought to himself, it seems that the sword class will not be able to go.

Wei Ji wanted to skip class......