The officers and soldiers threw away their knives when they heard this, but they didn't care about Lu Xingwei, but squatted down to wrap Huang Xiaosheng's wounds, and said while wrapping them: "That is the young master of the Lu family who had an accident near here the year before last, heh, his uncles colluded with the prince to rebel and rebel, and after the failure, they were beheaded all over the house, and there was no official master for a long time." But you kid is righteous enough and a good man, so I'll let you go. ”

Just saved his life, but knew that his family was in trouble, Lu Xingwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. looked at Huang Xiaosheng, but saw the face that had only been smiling, and suddenly bared his teeth, revealing a hideous expression that he had never seen before.

The officers and soldiers left the cottage, leaving behind two children and a nurse. They didn't want to stay in a cottage full of nightmarish memories, and they didn't dare to go back to their hometown, so they had to go farther away, begging along the way, all the way south. One day, a group of horsemen on horseback galloped past them on their way, and after a while they came back to a halt on their way. The leader got off his horse and said, "Isn't this the little son and nurse of Brother Lu's family? ”

The middle-aged man was a colleague of Master Lu's acquaintance, and thinking of the old relationship, he sent the three of them from Tianzhou to Yunzhou, and asked someone to deliver a post, so that the prestigious scenery gate of Ziyun City could take them in. Jiang Bo, the successor of Fengguangmen, was just thirty years old, a little fat, and he couldn't see his eyes when he smiled, and at first he only said that he would accept Lu Xingwei as a disciple, but when Lu Xingwei knelt down and kowtowed three times and said, "Please accept my brother as a disciple", Huang Xiaosheng was also accepted under the door.

Lu Xingwei also took the initiative to let Huang Xiaosheng be the senior brother, and he only became the master's second disciple. After Huang Xiaosheng apprenticed, he quickly showed his talent for cultivating martial arts, and soon learned all the martial arts moves from Jiang Bo. Everyone likes Huang Xiaosheng very much, and the face that smiles all day long makes people look happy and comfortable everywhere. Gradually, Lu Xingwei, who was slow to enter the martial arts and frowned all day long, was ignored by everyone. Even other sects and gangs only knew that there was a big disciple Huang Xiaosheng in the Fengguang Sect, and they never knew that there was a second disciple Lu Xingwei.

Lu Xingwei couldn't be jealous at all in his heart, every life was saved by his brother and his nurse, how could he dare to be jealous of his brother? He never hated that the master only mentioned Huang Xiaosheng and didn't mention himself in front of outsiders, because Lu Xingwei knew that the master had put a lot of energy into himself, and he cared more about his daily diet and homework than his deceased parents.

Due to his simple life and introverted personality, Lu Xingwei has very little communication in the scenery gate, and the only person who can talk on weekdays is except for Master Jiang Bo, Senior Brother Huang Xiaosheng and Nurse Niang, there is only one person - Master's daughter, Jiang Ting. Senior sister Jiang Ting has no mother since she was a child, and she is often entangled in illness, and her practice is always three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and she often lies on the windowsill in her spare time, watching Lu Xingwei and Huang Xiaosheng practice.

Whenever Jiang Ting watched, Huang Xiaosheng asked Lu Xingwei to learn from him, and then a set of flowing moves knocked the sword in Lu Xingwei's hand to the ground. Jiang Ting would clap his hands at this time: "Senior brother wins again, second senior brother, you have to come on." Huang Xiaosheng laughed, and Lu Xingwei also laughed.

Day after day, year after year, before they knew it, Huang Xiaosheng and Lu Xingwei had become dignified teenagers. Huang Xiaosheng became famous at a young age, and often mingled with other talents in the rivers and lakes, and gradually his fame spread to the entire Yunzhou. Lu Xingwei still nests in his residence all day long, sometimes practicing, sometimes writing and painting, and sometimes playing the flute and playing the piano. Most of the martial artists were rough, and the other disciples and disciples in the sect did not like Lu Xingwei's literati-like lifestyle, and they were even more estranged. Lu Xingwei didn't care, but Jiang Ting often came to find him, and he taught poetry and musical instruments.

Lu Xingwei can only find a trace of comfort from a boring life when he gets along with his junior sister. He has no parents and relatives, so he does not have to be responsible for filial piety. And although the master and brother treat themselves well, they can't help them at all. Martial arts into the country has been unsatisfactory, many of the skills learned in childhood in the grassy rivers and lakes are useless, although many rivers and lakes are very lively, but they have never been able to participate in it, and they are just a spectator.

Only when Jiang Ting stared at himself writing poems and painting with dark and bright eyes, Lu Xingwei felt that the emptiness in his heart was filled with something; and when Jiang Ting whispered and sang poems and songs while stirring his hanging hair, Lu Xingwei felt that something was burning in his chest; and every time Jiang Ting said goodbye and left, Lu Xingwei felt that the whole person was empty and cold, as if the blood in his body had been drained from his blood vessels.

Once, Lu Xingwei taught Jiang Ting to play the piano, staring at the slender fingers that were twisted on the strings and the back of the hand that was as white as jade, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but put his hand on it. Lu Xingwei immediately noticed his gaffe, but he was reluctant to let go, and the senior sister didn't retract her hand. Lu Xingwei could hear her gradually rapid breathing, and closed his eyes to smell her fragrant hair. The two of them didn't move, they just stopped there, as if the world stood still with them. It wasn't until a finch outside crowed and flew up to the eaves that the junior sister rushed out of the house with a blushing face.

On that day, Huang Xiaosheng came back from outside with his master and brought back the latest news from the rivers and lakes, saying that the world was in turmoil, the Demon Sect had caused a lot of murder in various parts of Kyushu, and the ten major factions of the three major countries had sent people to kill them. Lu Xingwei didn't care about what demon sects were, and he still had his sister's slippery and delicate hands in his mind. But when he went back to his room and passed by the bamboo garden at night, Lu Xingwei heard the voices of Huang Xiaosheng and his junior sister coming from the bamboo forest, and his footsteps couldn't help stopping.

I only heard Huang Xiaosheng say: "Sister Ting, I heard that you have been practicing the flute recently, do you like this one I brought from Qiangzhou in the West?"

The junior sister was very happy and said, "It turned out to be a Qiang flute made of oil bamboo, of course I like it." ”

Hearing this, Lu Xingwei's heart was like a knife: the Qiang flute and the flute are completely two different things, and the senior brother doesn't understand the music and rhythm, so he bought the wrong one. But the senior sister still said that she liked it, it turned out that what she liked was not the Qiang flute, but her senior brother. Border wars are frequent, many people have been arrested as spies or undercover agents of the Demon Sect, and the senior brother took the risk to buy a Qiang flute to send to the junior sister, which shows that the senior brother also likes the junior sister.

For the first time in his life, Lu Xingwei was jealous of Huang Xiaosheng. Since then, he has deliberately alienated his brother and sister, and closed his courtyard door all day long. The mood became more and more disturbed, the piano was plucked twice and then put aside, half of the painting was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the paper basket, and the poem had to be painted black with ink to paint the whole sheet of rice paper in three sentences, and often looked at the eaves in a daze, imagining that if he became a bird and could fly freely in the sky, would he be able to stop worrying.

And after eating a few closed doors, the junior sister stopped coming. Lu Xingwei felt that whatever food he ate every day was tasteless, and sometimes he danced the sword in the courtyard, and suddenly put the blade of the sword across his neck, thinking that a sword would go down, and it would be a hundred, and there would be one less boring spectator, and the world would still be lively. But every time at this time, I will think of my sister's smile, and finally linger, and I dare not be ruthless.

Until one morning two months later, a whining whistle sounded in the courtyard, waking Lu Xingwei from his dream. Lu Xingwei had never heard that music, but it was very pleasant. As soon as I close my eyes, I think of butterflies and birds chasing each other in the terraced fields of mountain springs, bamboo forests, and mountains. Lu Xingwei got up and opened the window, only to see his junior sister sitting on the stone in the courtyard, holding the Qiang flute in her hand, and her face was flushed.

"What's this tune?"

Lu Xing asked.

"Second Senior Brother, this is a tune for you. Jiang Ting put down the Qiang flute, "I have to let you choose the name." ”

"A tune for me?"

Lu Xingwei was very confused.

"A tune for you, of course. Jiang Ting shook the Qiang flute, and his face turned even redder, "I slipped away when I played the piano that day, which made you angry." I don't know how to apologize to make you satisfied, it just so happened that the master brother gave a Qiang flute, so it took two months to compose this song, and I used the Qiang flute to blow it, which is more feeling than the flute...... So, Second Senior Brother, are you still angry with me? Don't be angry with me for coming in without permission. The first few times I came to you for advice, you didn't open the door, so I climbed over the wall this time. ”

"Don't be angry - when have I ever been angry?"

Lu Xingwei realized that everything was a misunderstanding caused by his own cranky thoughts, so he couldn't help jumping out of the window and hugged Jiang Ting in his arms: "Senior sister, I will never be angry with you in my life." ”

For Lu Xingwei, until this time, this big dream is still beautiful, although most of the time it is heavy and gloomy, the future seems to be brighter and brighter because of Jiang Ting's existence.