Although the four of them were playing cards downstairs, Nan Dao was not affected much, returned to the third floor, closed the door tightly, and slept peacefully.

Nandao still woke up early, and went downstairs, the game was already gone.

The other three had already left the library, and the same one who had glanced at Nandao last night was still there, lying on the table and sleeping quietly.

Nanjima walked over with an umbrella, opened the door of the library and took a look, then walked back and poked the girl in the shoulder.

The girl woke up in a daze, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, squinted her eyes and looked very sleepy, looked at Nandao and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's almost dawn."

Nandao pointed to the half-hidden door.

The girl woke up, took a comb from her bosom, combed her hair twice, and ran out the door.

"It's over, it's Mr. Zeng's class this morning, and if you're late, you'll have to deduct credits."

The girl ran out in a hurry, forgetting to take all the money on the table.

Nan Dao was about to clean up for her, but the girl poked her head out of the door again, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Help me collect the money, thank you." ”

Then he left in a hurry.

Nandao helplessly helped to put the money into the counter at the door, and then went out, and when he was walking on the road, he bumped into Chen He, who was also walking here in a daze, and he hadn't forgotten to take Nandao's broom.

There are no inner ghosts, and the two make a deal on the bamboo forest path.

Chen He went to the library, and Nandao took a broom and began to sweep the floor.

Today is swept out from the library.

So when Nandao swept to the side of Jingsi Lake, Qiu Xi'er was there looking at the book, and when she saw Nan Dao coming, she didn't say anything, Nan Dao swept the fallen flowers on the ground while looking at Qiu Xi'er.

"March 13 today?"

Qiu Xi'er looked at the book, but suddenly asked.

Nanjima thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, sir." ”

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything more, as if she just remembered it suddenly, and it seemed to remind Nandao of something.

Nandao finished sweeping the forest path, and there was already a faint morning light sprinkled down, looking up at Qiu Xi'er, this woman in a white dress from Mojian Cliff was quietly bathed in the spring light of Langtou.

Nandao walked over with a broom and sat down on the side, the floor of the corridor was paved with gray stone slabs, and it was cold to sit on.

It's like the feeling of the woman next to her.

But Minamijima felt that she must be different about herself.

sat on the side for a long time, and Qiu Xi'er didn't drive him away.

Nan Dao looked at the meditation lake that was already reflecting the morning light, hesitated for a while, and said, "Sir, do you remember what I said that day?" ”

Qiu Xi'er looked down at the book and did not answer.

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "What does Mr. think?" ”

Qiu Xi'er raised her head, looked at Nandao, and said calmly, "Just look at it like this." ”

Nandao smiled and said, "Sir, don't you wonder why I said I was dying?" ”

Qiu Xi'er put away the scroll in her hand, put it aside, walked towards the lake, stopped at the lake, and the autumn water broke through the glimmer of spring water and fell into her hand.

Nandao looked at Qiu Xi'er curiously, not knowing what she was going to do.

Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake with a sword, and a sword intent erupted out, like a high cliff flowing water, surging endlessly and menacing. However, the man who wields the sword himself is serene.

The light of the spring morning seemed to shine a little.

It took a while for Nandao to react, it wasn't the light of spring.

It's sword light.

A woman dressed in white stood in the forest, the autumn water in her hand exuded a faint coldness, constantly jumping in the woman's hand, the sword was in her hand and the sword flower was fluttering, like a white butterfly flying into the forest.

There was silence on the shores of the lake, except for the sound of the blade breaking through the air.

Nandao looked at the woman in the forest with obsession.

The sword dance gradually got faster and faster, and Nandao could barely see where the people were and where the sword was.

The wind began to blow in the forest, and it was the sword intent that came from the wind, blowing countless white flowers and falling.

The figure of the woman in the white dress gradually slowed down, and she pulled a sword flower with her back to Nandao, and then suddenly bent her waist back, and stabbed Nandao with a sword.

Nan Dao looked at the long sword that stopped in front of him and exuded a chill, and with it, there was also Qiu Xi'er's cold voice.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Nandao shook his head and said softly, "This is Mr.'s sword, so I'm not afraid." ”

Qiu Xi'er put away her sword, stood in front of Nandao, and said calmly: "You are not afraid, not because this is my sword, but because you yourself have never been afraid. ”

Nandao fell silent, thinking about the past, the town held a wine jug and held an umbrella and watched himself in the rain and snow.

I also remembered myself who wiped my tears outside the small bamboo garden.

Of course he was afraid of death.

But it doesn't seem to be so scary.

I just don't want to die like this.

Qiu Xi'er looked back at the flowers falling from the forest, and said slowly: "If it is a flower, it will fall, and if it is a person, it will die." I didn't ask, that's it. ”

"Why is that gentleman willing to teach me how to learn swords?"

"People can't think about what is behind them when they live, and they have no meaning to think about those things." Qiu Xi'er looked down at the autumn water in her hand and said softly, "If you want to think about the spring and autumn of ten thousand years, it is better to think about what to do today." ”

Nandao sat silently under the eaves of the cloister.

"And the matter of the day, I think you should know better than me, otherwise you would not have done such a stupid thing."

Qiu Xi'er said very calmly, as if it was just an ordinary little thing under the night moon that night.

Nandao turned his head away, looking very ashamed.

"Whether it's dead or alive, we'll talk about it after today." Qiu Xi'er walked into the corridor with a sword, sat down on the chair with many white flowers, and opened the book with her head down. "Come and practice swords in the afternoon."

"Yes, sir."

Nandao stood up and dragged his broom out of Jingsi Lake.

Qiu Xi'er raised her head, silently looked at the back of the young man leaving, lowered her head again, and read the book for a long time.

Only to find out that the book was taken upside down.

Nandao came back from the hot water boiled in Wenhuayuan, and stood at the door for a while, hesitating whether to go to the library or to listen to the gentlemen in Qingniuyuan.

Then I saw Mr. Mei leading a little boy into the alley.

"Mr. Mei, are you back?" Nandao was a little surprised, if you want to say that in the Hanging Courtyard, who gives him the most comfortable look is undoubtedly Li Taimei.

Mr. Mei looked at Nandao and smiled, looked down at the five or six-year-old boy, and said, "This is your Nandao brother." ”

The little boy snorted and called 'Brother Nandao'.

Nandao touched the little boy's head, looked at Mr. Mei and said, "Mr. Mei, your son?" ”

Mr. Mei nodded, looked at the little boy again and said, "You play here with Brother Nandao first, and I'll go to your Uncle Xie for something." ”

The little boy nodded very obediently, and then walked over to Nandao, bowing his head and playing with his fingers.

Nan Dao then gave up those previous thoughts, took the little boy's hand, looked at Mr. Mei who was walking towards the courtyard, and said, "When will you come back, I will listen to the sermon later." ”

Mr. Mei turned his head, looked at Nandao and said, "Then you can bring him over too." ”

"Is that okay?"

"You've all been rejected, and you're still hanging around in it, don't talk about others."

Mr. Mei said a little angrily.

Nandao touched his head, thinking that it was.

Then he looked at the little boy on the side and smiled and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Li Die."

Good guy, why are you still scolding.

The little boy probably knew that the name was a bit strange, thought about it, and explained, "It's a butterfly of butterflies." ”

Nandao smiled and said, "I know. ”

The two of them squatted at the gate of the Hanging Courtyard and talked casually.

"Brother Nandao, why do you keep wearing an umbrella?"

Li Die looked at the umbrella in Nandao's hand squatting on the side, and asked very puzzled.

Nandao looked up at the umbrella and said, "Because my health is not very good, I will get sick if I get a little rain or something, so I have been wearing an umbrella." ”

"Oh."

The little boy Li Die lowered his head thoughtfully.

Mr. Mei went for a long time and didn't come back, Nandao thought about it, and took Li Die to the side of Qingniuyuan.

Along the way, there were many students who recognized Li Die.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Mei's son?"

"It seems like yes, it's a little higher than last year."

"Do you want to take him to play cards?" The man who spoke was punched by his friend.

"Be careful that Mr. Mei is looking for you to settle accounts."

"Hahahaha."

......

The two walked to the side of the pulpit, Yun Hu didn't know that he was talking about his mathematics and science academy, Nan Dao heard it and his head hurt, so he took Li Die to Zhang Xiaoyu's side.

Zhang Xiaoyu seems to have regained his true nature, and is talking about his table results on the pulpit.

The students below listened drowsily.

After all, everyone knows about the cannon.

Nandao took Li Die to sit under the apricot tree, and after a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu ended his bragging and began to teach the students kendo practice.

Nandao listened very carefully, thinking that Li Die on the side would doze off, but turned his head to take a look, only to find that this kid was listening attentively with his eyes open.

Mo is not a kendo genius?

Nandao thought to herself.

Not long after, Zhang Xiaoyu finished his lecture, dragged his teaching sword, and walked lazily towards Nandao.

"I'm so tired, I finally know why the senior brothers don't come here to make money."

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over weakly.

Nandao asked curiously, "Why?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said: "Because we are all geniuses, Master teaches casually, so he doesn't care, when you come here to teach, you have to tell them a little bit, so that they can know a rough idea." ”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with admiration.

"Senior brother, pretending to be forced or you will pretend."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled proudly, then looked at Li Die, who had been staring at him beside Nandao, and said, "Where did this kid come from." ”

"He is Mr. Mei's son, Mr. Mei has something to do, let me take care of it."

"Does he know how to play cards?"

“.......”

Li Die said, "I can learn." ”

Nandao hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "This is not a good study." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Li Die with a smile and said, "Why do you want to learn to play cards?" ”

Li Die broke free from Nandao's hand, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Because I want to learn swords." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent suddenly, looked at Li Die and said, "Who taught you to say that?" ”

Li Die thought for a while and said, "My father." ”

Nandao listened to the conversation between the two in a bit of a daze.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.