I went back to my dorm and slept for two days and two nights in a row. I haven't been to a single class, and I'm not interested in anything. I don't want to read, I don't want to practice martial arts, I don't even want to take a shower. I think she may have never loved me, she was looking for a castle where she could die a happy death, where she wanted the countryside, her father, her sister, her mother she hadn't seen for a long time, and a happy family. She gave almost everything for it.

On the morning of the third day, I woke up in silence. Outside the window, the wind is like a song, and the leaves are swaying like bells. The morning light shines through the glass window, turning into a halo of light, making it impossible to tell whether it is a dream or a reality.

I heard the sound of a wooden sword striking downstairs, and the drum of joy in my heart beat in the boundless silence. I think maybe there's one more person who will remember me. I haven't seen Zijun for a long time, months, years, or centuries. I was so excited, like a laborer crawling through a dark tunnel, through the long, boundless darkness, that I finally saw the light. I hurriedly put on my clothes and ran downstairs.

But when I arrived at the Xiwutang, I didn't see Zijun, there were two girls who were competing with swords, and their swordsmanship was as clumsy as a three- or four-year-old child. But the shape is quite outstanding. One of them, like a strange woman coming out of a classical painting, is Ling Bo. Another wears black overalls. The wide hips make her feet look like a compass.

I was so disappointed that I thought I might have to look for Zijun, even if I only saw him.

Ling Bo staggered, like a weak willow supporting the wind, walking towards me, and his steps seemed to be stepping on a cloud of smoke.

"Woke you up," her eyes were like mutton fat, white jade with black chess pieces embedded in them.

"It's okay, I'm awake anyway. I said.

"It's because the situation is urgent, that's why I came so early. ”

"Do you like to practice swords?" I asked.

"We wanted to go up and call you, but we weren't embarrassed, so we used this method. It was the woman who had kicked me with her foot, and she pointed to the sound of her sword striking, "I thought it was me, it had nothing to do with Limbo." ”

"I don't blame you, it's my honor that you came. I said.

"You're such a wooden man," Limbo said.

"Who?"

"You"

"Mune?"

"Well, that's it when I was a kid"

"No, they all say I like to pretend to be an adult"

"Yes, pretending to be in the world for a long time, but in fact I don't understand anything. ”

I smiled and didn't answer.

"You seem tired?" asked Limbo.

"I couldn't sleep for two nights and didn't go out. ”

"Pay attention to your body," Limbo said.

"Thank you"

"There's something I want to ask you for, but I don't know how to say it. I didn't expect life to come to this point. Limbo leaned his wooden sword against the railing. Fiddling with the tassel and weaving the waist chain, he rolled it up to his index finger and removed it in circles. Then he sat down on the steps of the bluestone slab, and the assistant had already gone out.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Within my means. I put the wooden sword back into the distance and followed her to the front steps.

"What if it's not there," she turned around, frowning, as if about to cry. The woman's mood changes so fast.

"What kind of thing, you tell me, I will do my best" I also sat on the stone steps, she came, even the wind carried a fragrance.

She said her grandfather had died, just the night before, with lung cancer. She said that she had encountered a very difficult thing that made her angry and even unbelievable. So I made a very important decision. She didn't want to do it, but she had to. Her kind father, who took care of her like a servant in life. When he heard the news of his grandfather's death, he was like a horn with a changing face in Sichuan opera. threatened her that if she dared to follow her grandfather's will, she would sever the father-daughter relationship if she inherited the property. She had never felt so frightened and uneasy, she felt that the world was too fake, but she had to face it. She asked her father that his grandfather's will had been told before his death, and that he had agreed. Why? Why do you regret it now?

Her father, the suave scholar, the personable gentleman. Suddenly he changed his face, like a vicious beast with a mouth full of fangs, and roared at her, saying that he had to get this property, or else he would make her worse than dead.

She refused, solemnly refused. He saw that there was no hope of forcing it, and his face changed again, like a clown. Holding her calves and begging bitterly, his face full of tears and snot, like a miserable beggar, said that he owed a lot of debts outside, and that if he could not get this property, he would have to be killed. Ask her to save his life.

She was tired of it, she saw through his hypocrisy, it wasn't her father, his father died after his grandfather died.

He pleaded to no avail, and threatened her. said that she was unmarried and was not eligible to inherit property. He said that he had known this for a long time, and had been sending people to spy on her since she was a child, threatening him to keep him out of his way to his daughter whenever there was a suitor around her. He laughed wildly, almost retching at his "cleverness".

She said he was wrong and that she would be able to find her husband within a month, before the will lapsed. She would never let her grandfather's fortune pass on to him. He laughed at himself for giving birth to such an ignorant daughter...