In the open space where the students of the Frank Hall were in class, behind them was a splendid red maple forest, and in front of them was an endless and misty river mist.

Zhao Rong sat behind the desk in the right rear corner of the open space, and the reason why he chose this place was that he was familiar with it.

According to his experience of occupying a seat in the classroom countless times in his previous life, this place, with the right side close to the woods, is a natural barrier that no one will come, such as Mr. Si, who came down to patrol on a whim.

On the desk on the left in front of the seat, there was a tall male student, and Fan Yushu sandwiched him directly on the left.

It's safe, both mentally and physically.

However, Zhao Rong didn't nod his head and sighed for long, when he suddenly realized a problem.

Mr. Si is a blind man, and he is still a mortal, not to mention whether he will come down and walk around in the middle of class, and he will have back pain if he sits for a long time, and his legs and feet are not good, so he should come down and move, right? Even if Mr. Si comes down to move his legs and feet, where can he see what Zhao Rong is doing......

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, so Mr. Si's piano class, where to sit is safe?

Hey, this damn skilled.

However, he looked left and right again, and felt that this position with a strong desire to survive and a necessary place to fish in class was not in vain, because there was also a Yu Huaijin who had to take care of everything, although it seemed that she was closing her eyes and listening to the waves, but the ring ruler was still no more than a foot away from her.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

It's a little strange why I happened to meet such an excellent old senior.

Yu Huaijin is not only the first in the seven arts among the students of the Spontaneous Hall, but also the teaching assistant of the gentlemen in several art courses, not only can assist in teaching, sometimes if the gentleman is busy, she will also teach on behalf of the teacher, and it is not limited to the Spontaneous Hall......

Mr. Si's class, as before, was to listen to the waves silently, and then to play the piano with emotion, and the sound of the piano was harmonious.

However, if it was the previous "silent listening to the waves", Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing difficult, pricked up his ears, his expression was like relief after changing clothes, and he pretended to be intoxicated and heard the epiphany of the great beauty of heaven and earth.

But the feeling behind is that the piano and the sound of the piano are harmonious...... At this time, Zhao Rong felt that it was outrageous.

His hand on the piano was raised and released, and he was a little undecided.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and looked at the field, only to see Mr. Si at the front, facing everyone, with slender and white fingers that were longer than a woman, dancing gently on the guqin that seemed to have been broken once.

From time to time, he would play a short piece of piano music that was high and low, soothing and intermittent, and then he would stop abruptly, look up at the students, and say nothing.

After a moment of silence, someone will suddenly play the piano and pick it up, as if they were inspired by it, and the piano sound is harmonious.

This picture has the feeling of a bosom friend of mountains and flowing waters.

However, Zhao Rong, who was in it, felt very speechless, he looked at Yu Huaijin in the front row, and saw that she was the first to pick up Mr. Si's piano almost every time, very good and positive.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the guqin on his lap, and looked up at his classmates with serious expressions in front and back.

Are we in the same class here?

Doesn't feel like you can get in at all, outsider?

He shook his head, and finally put down his hesitant hand and didn't touch the strings, because Zhao Rong was afraid that if he played the piano, he would become the focus of attention like the excellent Yu Huaijin, but the reason was the opposite.

The river breeze on the shore is a little strong, especially now that it is morning, and with the autumn cold, the river wind blows like a knife.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, but he tried his best to suppress the sound with his hands, so as not to disturb the classmates who were immersed in the sound of Mr. Si's piano, well, and Fan Yushu, who was listening in a dream with his eyes closed, and asked Zhao Rong to keep an eye on him before he fell asleep.

Zhao Rong tilted his head, glanced down, and looked at Zhengxiang who was sleeping, no, it was a friend who was fascinated by listening.

Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the seat on Fan Yushu's left, and a student in the seat with a delicate figure dressed in green gold seemed to also look sideways slightly.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at it, and his eyebrows raised.

It was found that it was a female student named Li Xueyou, who had been with Xiao Hongyu before.

I saw her wearing an evacuated high ponytail, her black hair and white hairscarf fluttering together with the river wind, at this time, she was opening her mouth lightly, looking sideways slightly, her eyes stopped at Fan Yushu, who could fall asleep with her eyes closed, and her delicate eyes blinked, as if with some curiosity.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, Brother Yushu's appearance of sitting up straight and closing his eyes and dozing off was indeed a little confusing whether he was in class or fishing, if it weren't for his body swaying back and forth slightly in the wind, Zhao Rong would also be confused by Fan Yushu.

It's you, Brother Yushu.

At this moment, as if sensing Zhao Rong's gaze, Li Xueyou turned her head smartly, like a lark, but in the next second, after seeing the corners of Zhao Rong's hooked mouth, in an instant, she turned into a little rabbit again, her head turned right, her body leaned forward sharply, lowered her head and played the piano, facing Zhao Rong's side face full of serious concentration.

Nothing happens, you ...... Didn't see anything......

Zhao Rong smiled dumbly and withdrew his gaze.

On weekdays, he rarely sees this Li Xueyou talking, and the two have little intersection, in Zhao Rong's impression, this girl is quiet and quiet, often following Xiao Hongyu, who has a big mouth and a big smile, not very noticeable, like a little transparent.

But after all, they are the only two female students in the Frank Hall...... Well, only three, that Yu Huaijin Zhao Rong didn't treat her as a woman at all.

Because she is one of the only three female students, and her face is delicate and elegant, she can be regarded as the hall flower of the Frank Hall, listening to Fan Yushu say that her seven arts grades are also among the top few, and the students at the door just treated differently and comfortedly, Zhao Rong can guess with his feet that this girl should be very popular among the male students in the Frank Hall, and there are many people who secretly pay attention.

Not knowing what came to mind, he shook his head.

Another gust of river wind was blowing.

Zhao Rong tightened his autumn clothes.

He frowned slightly, without looking, Zhao Rong knew that his face must be bad at this time, temporarily lost the red snake in the meridians to maintain his physique, his current body is not only tough, but at most a little stronger than ordinary people, and as a result, he still has the dark wound left by the backlash of the innate vitality last night, which is very weak.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Mr. Si who was quietly caressing the qin in the wind of the red maple river in front of him, the melodious sound of the piano, riding the east wind of hunting, he slowly closed his eyes, and went to listen to the piano in his dream.

The last remnant of Zhao Rong's consciousness in this class is......

Mr. Si's class is indeed a good place to catch up on sleep in the morning, but ...... It's just a little windy.

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Li Xueyou's eyes widened, staring at the piano lying flat on her lap, her little face tensed, and her eyes were full of concentration.

After responding to Mr. Wansi's piano again, she quietly glanced to the right, opened slightly, and found the person who had been staring at her just now...... It seems to have slept too.

Li Xueyou first looked at Mr. Si, who was bowing her head and concentrating on teaching, and then she turned her head again.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes, his head was crooked, he supported his head with one hand, and tapped on the strings with the other hand, in the autumn wind, his face was pale as if he had been coated with frost, his breathing was a little short, and his body shook from time to time, which was larger than Fan Yushu who was sitting upright, and it seemed that he was going to fall down at any time.

Li Xueyou's delicate brows furrowed slightly, she reached out and grabbed her own fluttering ponytail, combed it on her left shoulder after folding, and let it settle down a little, and immediately, she looked at Fan Yushu and Zhao Rong who were in the river breeze, biting her lip and saying nothing.

After a while, Li Xueyou's silver teeth let go of her lower lip, she lowered her head and took it out of her sleeve, took out a delicate purse, and opened it.

I saw that there were a lot of pocket-sized things in the small purse, but I couldn't see what it was, and it was estimated that only Li Xueyou, who lowered her head and squinted her eyes and stretched out a thin little finger to pick it lightly, knew it.

She searched for a moment and pulled out two small pieces of cloth.

As soon as the two small pieces of cloth left the purse, they suddenly expanded in size and became two velvet blankets, neatly folded.

Li Xueyou lowered her head and carefully put away her purse.

She doesn't have any spiritual energy cultivation, not even the Heavenly Realm, this rare Sumeru that mortals can use, is a loved one who searched for a long time before finding it for her.

At this moment, Li Xueyou felt that someone pulled the corner of her clothes.

"Snow young. ”

Behind him, Xiao Hongyu's voice came from his throat.

Li Xueyou was stunned for a moment, looked back, and not only saw Xiao Hongyu in the seat next to her, but also saw ...... The eyes of the audience.

I saw that the sound of the piano had stopped for some time, and Li Xueyou had just taken something, but she didn't pay attention.

At this time, Mr. Si, who was originally teaching at the front, was actually walking towards her, but the direction of his head and the eyes of the audience over her shoulders seemed to converge on Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu.

Xiao Hongyu patted Li Xueyou's hand, giving her a look that was reassuring that you were okay, and then the corners of her mouth hooked, and her eyes fell on Li Xueyou's back.

Zhao Rongzhen dozed off with his head, while Fan Yushu was still "listening to the lecture with his eyes closed", still immersed in the unwarranted sound of the piano.

At this time, in the open space by the river, there was only the sound of whistling wind and leaves, and there was silence beyond that.

Si Wuxie's footsteps were gentle, and he slowly walked towards them.

Yu Huaijin left her seat when Si Wuxian suddenly got up and walked down, and at this moment she followed behind Si Wuxian with her hands, her lips pursed, and from time to time she looked at the emaciated back of the blind man in front of her, and then at Zhao Rong and the two who were dozing together.

The eyes of the audience converged on Zhao Rong.

The students were very surprised when Si Wuxian got up and came to the banquet, because they had the impression that this gentleman rarely stepped down to manage the class during class.

And this time......

Their eyes fell on Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, their eyes were different, and most of them were looking at the excitement.

Wu Peiliang snorted lightly, looking at Zhao Rong, who was still in his dream in the distance, and looked forward to it.

Mr. Si's temper is very good, which is recognized by the entire Ink Pool Academy, but according to his experience, the better the temper of a person, once he gets angry, it is really serious.

And this Zhao Ziyu, who came to the rear of the crane in the hall with Fan Yushu to pull his hind legs, heh, even if the two of them dozed off in Mr. Si's class, they were even discovered by Mr. Well, I can't tell if they made an indecent sound while sleeping.

You know, Mr. Si is a blind musician, has lost his eyesight, and his sense of hearing is sensitive and accurate, you must have made a rude snoring sound, tarnishing the elegant and refined piano sound, no wonder Mr. is going to step down, I guess he is really angry.

I don't know if I will let you two hang the oil bottles and stop coming to class, go back to the school house and sleep......

The corners of Wu Peiliang's mouth twitched, and then he sighed and shook his head, but his eyes were still unblinking, focusing on Mr. Si, who was about to walk to the table of the two of them in the distance.

Li Xueyou saw that Mr. Si was about to come over, turned her head to look at Zhao Rong and the others, she pursed her mouth, and poked her feet out under the table that everyone couldn't see.

Xiao Hongyu glanced down, saw that his friend was overflowing with love, and he didn't say anything.

Li Xueyou, who was closest to Fan Yushu, kicked him in the calf.

Fan Yushu moved his feet, smacked his mouth, still closed his eyes, and seemed to have no effect, but in the next second, he opened his eyes violently with a strong desire to survive, and even saw the silent scene on the field at this moment.

In an instant, Fan Yushu's expression was closed, pretending to be casual, his expression was serious, he frowned, his eyes were staring straight at the guqin, and he looked serious.

Soon, Fan Yushu glanced at Mr. Si, who was expressionless...... passed by his table, and with him was Yu Huaijin, but the latter frowned and glanced at him.

Fan Yushu didn't care, and breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finished breathing, he was stunned, didn't he catch me?

Fan Yushu turned his head suddenly.

Si Wuxian didn't stop walking along the way, and he also ignored Fan Yushu, who was pretending to be serious, he came to Zhao Rong's table with a calm expression, and then slowly stopped.

Si Wuxie's eyes were still hollow, but he hung his head slightly, facing Zhao Rong, as if he was looking at him, his face could not show joy and anger, and he didn't say a word.

The atmosphere in the classroom was made even quieter by the silence of the blind man.

Yu Huaijin who came with her carefully looked at the face of Zhao Rong, who was still asleep, she squinted slightly, and suddenly spoke, "Sir, Brother Zhao, he never slept in the past, today may be last night'......"

"I hear you. Si Wuxian finally spoke, interrupting Yu Huaijin's explanation.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, but at this time, in the open space, in addition to the sound of the wind and leaves whistling by, it was the slight breathing of the students.

No other sound was heard.

Si Wuxian was still expressionless, and stood still for a moment, as if listening to something.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked in front of Li Xueyou, took a velvet blanket from her hand, walked back to Zhao Rong's side, reached out with both hands, covered the blanket on Zhao Rong's body, and helped him hold it to prevent it from falling.

Then Si Wuxian didn't linger any longer, turned around and returned to the lecture platform, and Yu Huaijin turned around and followed.

Zhao Rong hung his head slightly, one hand clenched into a fist against his forehead, still asleep, but ...... It's warmer.

There was silence.

Many students who were ready to watch the excitement looked at each other.

Then he shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued his lesson.

Wu Peiliang's eyes widened, he looked at Zhao Rong, who was more comfortable sleeping on his stomach after pulling the blanket, and then turned his head to look at Mr. Si's back.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and bowed his head, and continued to play.

Mr. Si, where is this good temper? Is there no temper at all!

Soon, the early morning piano class continued, and the episode just now seemed to have passed.

Mr. Si's piano continued to sound, and the students responded with chords.

It's just that in the ears of some students who are naturally sensitive to sound discrimination, Mr. Si's piano sound seems to be a little different, either high or low, and if you want to say what is different from before, it is difficult to say what it is.

In the front row of the clearing, Yu Huaijin listened to the sound of the innocent piano, and his eyelids were slightly raised.

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Zhao Rong had a dream.

At first, it was the sound of the piano coming from nowhere, in the darkness.

Immediately, the darkness cleared amid the sound of the piano, and he saw the iron horse Jingo.

This is a world of great contention, with hundreds of dynasties standing on the land.

He looked down from the sky, and his soldiers stood like the sea.

Knock – Knock Knock——— Knock Knock————!

The drums of war beat slowly.

The sound of horses' hooves erupted.

Hundreds of countries are in turmoil.

The corpses covered the wilderness, and the blood flowed like a river......

And the strange sound of the piano at the beginning, from the inaudible at the beginning, to the low and tactful later, and then to the generosity and high at the end.

Zhao Rong's eyes widened!

The originally bent waist suddenly straightened up.

The blanket slipped off his shoulder, and Zhao Rong reached out to take it.

He was short of breath, relieved himself, looked around and found himself in a clearing by the river, and the memories of his time before going to bed gradually flooded back.

"Ziyu, are you okay?" Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's face and said with concern.

Zhao Rong shook his head, he suddenly reached out and touched his face, and his cheeks were extremely hot.

"Your face is a lot redder now, and when I saw you in the morning, you were as white as a ghost. Fan Yushu said casually, and continued to do his own thing, packing up the guqin.

Zhao Rong slowly changed his breath, feeling that his body was a little strange, but he was still a little stunned for a while, he said casually: "What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, "The music class ended not long ago, Mr. Si just left, oh, by the way, just now Yu Huaijin said, let's continue to stay here, don't bother to change places, Mr. Zhu will come here directly to take classes later." ”

Zhao Rong frowned, glanced at the blanket on his hand, and opened his mouth, but the next moment, he was stunned.

Finally, I felt that it was different.

Zhao Rong's eyes opened, and he looked inwardly at the meridians, only to see that the innate vitality that had dissipated at all was flowing endlessly in the meridians at the moment, running Xiao Zhoutian on its own.

His mind turned, running "Ant Ascending to the Sky", the innate vitality was sudden, and the body was like a stream in the meridians, the red snake reappeared, and the spirit at this moment was the same as when he did not impact the "belt vein" before, but it was no longer violent, but it also recovered as before.

Now, there are already four strange veins in his body, and among the remaining four veins, the belt veins are still blocked because of the backlash of the aura, but they are not as serious as they were at the beginning.

Zhao Rong was surprised to find that his state and body had recovered strangely as before.

He frowned slightly, was it the dream mixed with the strange sound of the piano just now?

Fan Yushu put away the guqin, took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the table, then turned his head, and saw his friend next to him pinching the blanket and frowning in a daze, he pouted to the side, "Oh, it's Brother Xue's blanket." ”

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and exhaled heavily, he nodded, first lowered his head and patted the ashes on the blanket, and then folded it neatly, then got up and walked to Li Xueyou's side.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for sleeping in class and offering ugliness. ”

"Uh-huh. Li Xueyou was also laying rice paper on the table to place the inkstone, hanging her head and not looking at Zhao Rong for the first time, she reached out to take the blanket handed by Zhao Rong, heard him say thank you, and quickly nodded in response, but then shook her head like garlic, "It's not ugly, it's not ugly, it's normal to sleep when you're sleepy, it's normal......"

Li Xueyou paused, looked up at Zhao Rong, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and said in a serious tone: "However, Brother Zhao should pay attention to arranging the time next time, and don't fall asleep in Mr. Si's class again." ”

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "This is natural." ”

Seeing his bright smile, Li Xueyou averted her gaze and continued to do what she was doing.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong did not leave immediately, but glanced at the blanket that Li Xueyou had put away, and stopped talking.

At this moment, Li Xueyou's head opened without turning, and a soft voice came, "This is what Mr. Si covered for you." ”

Zhao Rong was stunned, his brows flickered, and he turned to look.

On the maple forest path behind the clearing, the back of Mr. Si carrying the piano was faintly visible, and it was slowly disappearing.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, thoughtful.

"Hey, your name is Zhao Ziyu, right?"

A loud grinning voice came from behind him.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and said while looking back: "Yes, Brother Xiao, under Zhao Rong, the word Ziyu." ”

Xiao Hongyu was flipping through a notebook casually, and there were dozens of books piled up on the desk in front of her, all of which were genuine calligraphy written by the top calligraphers of Xiao Hongyu's hometown dynasty.

Xiao Hongyu looked down at the notebook, and said casually without raising his head: "Xiao Xueyou sent you a blanket to avoid the cold, you just thank you." ”

Zhao Rong heard what she meant, and turned his head to look at Li Xueyou, who was seriously setting up the pen stand and preparing to write.

Li Xueyou hurriedly waved her hand, "Don't use it, don't use it, Hongyu is joking, Zhao Rong must not take it seriously." ”

Xiao Hongyu lowered his head and flipped the page, without explanation.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and said sincerely to Li Xueyou: "Brother Li, I also learned a little calligraphy before the next one, why don't you let me offer a sacrifice of ugliness? You write some words, I will show you, if you don't agree with my humble opinion, you can not listen, it doesn't matter, just take the essence and remove the dross." ”

Xiao Hongyu listened to Zhao Rong's words, and turned over the so-called unique calligraphy in his hand, pouting, and didn't know whether it was this calligraphy or the person.

She threw the priceless notebook in her hand at the foot of the mountain on the table at random, and just landed on the pile of books, raised her head, and was just about to nod when Li Xueyou pulled it.

"Redfish, don't make a fuss. ”

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, it's good if you're happy." ”

She hugged her fists at Zhao Rong, but she didn't bend down, "Brother Zhao, it's the little woman who is presumptuous." ”

Zhao Rong didn't care, and when he saw this, he didn't say anything anymore, and bent down to return the salute, "Brother Xiao is polite." ”

Seeing the scene where the two seemed to be reconciled, Li Xueyou smiled at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong turned his fist at her and smiled brightly.

Then, he stopped staying and turned to find Yu Huaijin.