Xu Changfeng stood in the school hall and looked at the girl who drew her sword at the door, the evening breeze blew the long hair on her shoulders, and the gauze skirt on her body also danced lightly with the wind, which was very good-looking, and there was a bit of chivalrous demeanor in the gentleness.

The girl stared at the woman in front of her, she was overwhelmed with fright, her eyes glazed over, and she still didn't seem to have come to her senses as if something had happened. The girl put down her sword, took a step forward cautiously, stretched out her left hand and quickly pulled out the wooden hairpin on the woman's coiled hair.

I saw her holding the hairpin tightly, and the anxious look on her face completely dissipated, revealing a satisfied smile.

The woman suddenly blinked, as if she understood what was going on, and rushed directly into the rain curtain without saying a word, forgetting to open the oil umbrella in her hand.

The girl put the slender sword back into its scabbard and looked up at the young man in the school, although she had dried her hair, the appearance of being soaked was still very funny.

"How do you know that she stole the hairpin?" Wei Xueying carefully put away the hairpin and asked in a low voice.

"The only pavilion in the Sword Courtyard is that the school is open, and the books inside have not been sorted out, I went to the incense burner to take a look, and the incense ash has not been cleaned at all. So I guess it's the person in charge of cleaning who took a fancy to your hairpin and took it away. Because of the lack of heart of a thief, he will forget to clean. Xu Changfeng spoke eloquently, which made Wei Xueying listen to it very incredible.

Her hairpin is indeed not very precious, but for ordinary people, it can only be a luxury. Xu Changfeng can notice this, it is indeed not simple.

"But how can you be sure that she will wear a hairpin to go back to school?" Wei Xueying was still puzzled.

"The hairpin is a stolen item, so naturally it can't be easily worn in the daytime, but now in the dead of night, how could she think that there are still people in the school?" Xu Changfeng walked out with the girl's oil umbrella and handed it to her, "Your hairpin, is it a very important thing?"

Wei Xueying was stunned for a moment, took the oil umbrella and nodded: "Well, it was sent by an uncle of mine, he is away all the year round and only goes home once a year." When I was fourteen years old, he gave me this hairpin. ”

When it came to the word marrow washing, Xu Changfeng's eyes were obviously much darker. If he could be like the girl in front of him at the age of fourteen, how could he end up like this?

Wei Xueying noticed the look on Xu Changfeng's face, and then recalled that the young man in front of her had not yet washed his marrow.

"I'm sorry......" Wei Xueying felt a little guilty in her heart, after all, she had just helped her find something important, but she hurt him.

"It's fine. Xu Changfeng took a deep breath and said with certainty, "Even if I can't wash the marrow, I can still comprehend the Sword Sutra." ”

The girl nodded, thinking that Xu Changfeng was just comforting herself. If she knew that the young man in front of her had really been contemplating the Sword Sutra in the Library Pavilion for a whole day, she would be so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth, right?

"Well, how are you going to go back later?" the girl brushed the oil umbrella in her hand, and looked up at the soaked clothes on the boy's body.

"My house is so close to here, I'll just run back. It's ...... anyway."

"Then what's going on!" Xu Changfeng was only halfway through his words, and the girl immediately interrupted and said seriously, "This will really make you sick." ”

"But ......"

Xu Changfeng wanted to say, but it was too long to wait for the rain to stop and then go back. Who would have thought that Wei Xueying suddenly whispered, "I'll send you back." ”

Since Xu Changfeng helped her, the request to send him home was not too much, the girl thought to herself.

Xu Changfeng was stunned. He never thought of sharing an umbrella with the young girl in front of him, this is too unruly!

"The book says that there is a difference between men and women, and a gentleman should ......"

"Are you a gentleman?" the girl was suddenly a little annoyed, at first glance this young man did not look like a poor and sour nerd, why is he such a mother-in-law?

"It doesn't seem to be ......," Xu Changfeng said helplessly.

A gentleman, when there is a husband who is not open, when there is a full stomach for the knowledge of the eight buckets, when there is a heart to govern the country and the world to take revenge.

Thinking about it this way, he Xu Changfeng can only be regarded as a scholar.

"Since you are not a gentleman, what are you worried about?" the girl suddenly felt strange as to why she would talk to him about such a strange subject, and her state of mind seemed to be a little disturbed.

"Well, thank you. Xu Changfeng said gratefully.

The girl grabbed the sword and the handle of the umbrella with one hand, slowly opened the umbrella with the other hand, and looked back at Xu Changfeng, who was still stunned.

"Oh!"

Xu Changfeng hurriedly leaned over, his heart pounding. The two slowly walked out of the pavilion, and the rain hit the oil umbrella, making a noisy sound. This rain is very heavy, and if Xu Changfeng is allowed to go home in the rain, it is estimated that it will be even more uncomfortable.

The oil umbrella is very small, and it is printed with a red willow green pattern, which is obviously a girl's umbrella, and it is a little reluctant to support two people.

The two walked out of the Qingzhu Sword Courtyard, Chang'an Street was empty, occasionally a few houses lit lanterns in front of the door, the moon was not seen in the night sky, and the road was very dark.

Xu Changfeng was a head taller than the girl, which made it a little inconvenient for the girl to hold an umbrella. Xu Changfeng thought for a while, reached out to hold the handle of the umbrella, and said in a low voice, "I'll hold it up." ”

The girl looked up at Xu Changfeng and nodded in acquiescence.

The two walked silently along the way, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. Xu Changfeng was afraid that the girl would be caught in the rain, so he tilted the umbrella to the girl as much as possible. The girl immediately noticed Xu Changfeng's small movements, but she didn't break it.

Rain in Chang'an, autumn falls overnight. Xu Changfeng looked at the long dark streets and alleys, feeling a little confused. The future he has to face is like this rain, and at this time, he does not have his own umbrella......

"What's wrong with you, do you feel cold?" Wei Xueying noticed that something was wrong with Xu Changfeng's expression, and asked with concern.

"It's fine. Xu Changfeng shook his head, "I just remembered some things from the past." ”

Wei Xueying wanted to ask something more, but now that the situation was in place, she still stopped talking.

At this moment, a man walked from the front, seven feet tall, with a thin body, holding an oil umbrella in his hand, walking quietly in the alley.

The man looked at the two of them, his eyes glinting strangely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xu Changfeng looked at the man's lonely figure, the cold wind blew his sleeves, his expression was indifferent, and he felt that he was also a fallen person at the end of the world.

Two oil umbrellas passed by in the streets and alleys, Xu Changfeng turned his head to look at the man, only to see that behind his back, he was carrying a scabbard and a scabbard without a sword.

Xu Changfeng was very curious, since he didn't have a sword, why did he still carry a scabbard on his back?

He couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously looked back, but the man's figure was gone. At this time, in the whole alley, only he and the girl under the umbrella were left.

The streets and alleys are very long, and with such a short distance, it is impossible for the man to disappear into thin air.

"That's where I live. At this time, the girl suddenly spoke.

Xu Changfeng came back to his senses and looked at the direction the girl was pointing, it was a small courtyard in a deep alley, the courtyard was still lit up, and faintly there were figures walking back and forth inside.

"This umbrella ......" Xu Changfeng was about to hand the umbrella to the girl, but the girl shook her head and said, "The umbrella is lent to you, and you can return it to me tomorrow in the morning class." ”

The two of them said and quickly walked to the front of the courtyard. The girl gently pushed open the gate of the courtyard and waved at him, "Remember to drink a bowl of ginger syrup when you go back, so as not to get sick." ”

After the girl finished speaking, her figure flashed, and she rushed to the eaves in two or three strokes.

Xu Changfeng watched blankly as the girl pushed the door and walked into the house, never coming out again. Under the oil umbrella, there seems to be a faint fragrance.

Xu Changfeng didn't know how long he had been standing, and suddenly a cold wind blew, making him shiver. Even though his clothes had been warmed by his body heat, they were wet after all.

He secretly wrote down what the girl had just said, and walked quickly back to the house.

Xu Changfeng returned to the yard, boiled water and took a hot bath, and after changing into clean clothes, his nose suddenly felt a sourness, and he couldn't help sneezing.

He cut a piece of ginger, poured it into the pot, put down a small piece of brown sugar, boiled a small bowl of ginger syrup, and drank it all while it was hot.

After brushing the pot and washing the dishes, and then drying the washed clothes, it was already three shifts in the middle of the night.

Xu Changfeng dragged his tired body, lay down on the bed, he closed his eyes in a groggy state, and kept recalling the girl's touching appearance in his mind, which was very beautiful......

He didn't know how long he had been lying down, and suddenly he felt a little cold, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, so he remembered to add a quilt.

He sat up gently, his head heavy, his limbs weak, and his whole body exuded an indescribable discomfort.

He lightly touched his forehead with his hand, feeling the hot temperature, Xu Changfeng understood that he had a fever......