Chapter 227: [Dragon Mountain] Words from the Past

Two years have passed since then.

On an autumn day two years later, Xu Shuanglin was lying on the roof of the Confucianism School, squinting at the red sky and holding a dog's tail in his mouth.

It was a place where he would have been alone, but now there were two people sitting beside him, one to his left and one to his right.

One was his brother Nan Gongliu, and the other, Master Luo, who was not much older than them.

Xu Shuanglin feels that he is sometimes like some grimacing beast that does not allow others to enter his territory, so he does not know when he became willing to take these two people up to the ridge, to laze with him, to watch the clouds, to see the dragonflies flying low and the willows floating high above.

"Willow Fluttershy where are you?"

The anxious and slightly irritated voice of my father came from under the portico.

"Really, every time I ask them to help clean the yard, they run faster than rabbits, the two little brats."

"Aaaah." Nan Gongliu quietly peeks a head out of the eaves, showing one eye, watching her father hurry past, then retracting her head, "Ha ha, gone."

"The old man is stupid, too." Xu Shuanglin lazily set his legs, looking askance, "Never knew to look for us on the roof."

It was Luo Fenghua who was a bit uneasy: "Is it not a good idea for us to go down like this?

"What does it matter? We've got both of us to hold on to when the sky falls anyway." Nan Gongliu made a face at him, "Don't worry about it, Shuu, don't you think?"

Xu Shuanglin, who was neither right nor wrong, spat out the dogwood in his mouth, stretched and sat up straight: "Give me the melon."

Nan Gongliu poured a large portion of the melon seeds he had brought up into his hand, and Xu Shuanglin stroked them slowly and deliberately, while squinting at Luo Fenghua with some amusement at his anxiety.

He spat off a piece of melon skin that had stuck to his lips and laughed, "The Master is afraid"

"I just don't think it's a good idea."

"What's not so good about it." Xu Shuanglin said, "If the old man blames you, I'll give him a look."

Luo Fenghua :""

Xu Shuanglin reached out to Luo Fenghua again, "Give me an orange."

"I thought you didn't like it."

Xu Shuanglin's brow wrinkled: "Nonsense, you give or take your ankles and throw you down."

His brother then came to be the nice one: "Asuka, don't always be so mean when you talk to your master."

"Master what? It's for outsiders to hear." Xu Shuanglin said, "What kind of master would sneak up to the roof with his disciple to knock on a melon?"

Luo Fenghua was so embarrassed by his comment that he slowly lowered his head.

Xu Shuanglin loved to see him like this, and every time he saw him, he felt the thrill of a bully bullying the weak.

"Brother Master, is the apprentice right?"

Brother Shifu is a name Xu Shuanglin invented out of the blue, respectful with intimacy, intimacy with teasing, so Luo Fenghua looks anxious and sad: "No, don't call me that."

"The name calling is just a formality. It was the Master's brother himself who said it."

Luo Fenghua :""

After teasing him, Xu Shuanglin reached out again, begging for more, "Oranges."

"You don't like it, I only have one with me, it's for Aryu."

Xu Shuanglin's eyes widened, but not at Luo Fenghua, but at his brother.

Nan Gongliu was stuffing pastries into his mouth when he suddenly choked and waved his hand vaguely, "That's all right, I don't particularly want to eat oranges today, Master, just give them to him."

Luo Fenghua thought about it and said, "Half for each of you."

With that, he wiped the orange on his sleeve, then peeled the skin and tried to break it in half fairly, but it was still divided with one side large and one side small.

So Luo Fenghua was in a bit of a pickle.

It was probably because of his poor and unsupported origins that he would always agonise over such trivial matters of no consequence.

"Ugh."

"Give me the big one." Xu Shuanglin was unfazed and took the orange with a golden knife, making the choice for Luo Fenghua who was trying to be even-handed, "The small one for him."

Luo Fenghua said, "Don't bully your brother all the time."

Before he could finish his sentence, a juicy clove of orange was shoved into his mouth and he looked at Xu Shuanglin with stunned, round eyes, bewildered and confused.

"What are you talking about." Xu Shuanglin sniggered, his attitude hanging back, but his eyes were gentle, "I have to share my half with my senior brother again, ah."

Nan Gongliu also came over and took the other half of the oranges, counted the petals and divided them into slices and handed them to Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua respectively.

The later head of the Confucianism School grinned, his fine hair like a puff of velvet falling slightly over his forehead in the evening sun. Xu Shuanglin looked at him with amusement: "What are you doing?"

"There are oranges to eat with it."

He also divided the melons, pastries and dried fruit into three piles.

"Have a snack piece to try."

"Luo Fenghua seemed to be trying to pick up some semblance of his authority, but Xu Shuanglin and Nan Gongliu seemed to have no sense of it, but looked at him with some affection and some mischief.

Luo Fenghua felt both happy and absurd in this friendly look, and only after half a day murmured, "What nonsense."

Nan Gongliu said, "No nonsense, no nonsense, nonsense is also nonsense for three people together."

When Xu Shuanglin heard this, he finally burst out in joy, propping himself up on the roof with one hand and holding his forehead with the other, he said, "Good, then the three of us will have oranges and snacks together."

He paused, looked up at the magnificent sight of the Confucianism School house and grinned: "There's a roof, let's climb it."

The view flashes by.

Or that year, the Lantern Festival.

Xu Shuanglin, barefoot and with a leaf in his mouth, is lazily walking along the main Confucianism School walkway, occasionally pointing: "Hang that lantern a little higher, I'm talking about you, why are you hanging it so low?" Another person with short legs goes up.

An anxious voice suddenly came from behind, "Asuka, wait."

Xu Shuanglin looked back and saw Luo Fenghua coming with a pair of shoes, his brow furrowed as he said, "Why are you running around without shoes again?"

"This path is all refining stones, no shoes, so you can absorb the spiritual energy."

"It's so cold, what's a little spiritual power like that? Put it on, look at you, your toes are frozen red."

"Tch, you're such a nagging pain in the ass."

But despite these words, Xu Shuanglin slowly put on his shoes, not wearing them as a rule, and then asked Luo Fenghua: "What's the matter, do you want to go out to the lantern market with me when you're free?"

"Aryu hasn't finished his schoolwork yet, I have to finish smoking him before"

The conversation was interrupted by Xu Shuanglin before the words were out of his mouth.

He raised his chin, his eyes haughty, "My brother, that idiot, if you want to keep an eye on him writing, then spend the whole New Year's Eve night, don't pass it."

Luo Fenghua smiled good-naturedly and said, "But then again, I'm not much of a hoot."

Xu Shuanglin stared at him for a moment, then suddenly kicked the shoes he was slipping on with two furious feet and sent them flying.

"No wear, no roll."

"Wear shoes, it's cold."

"No wear roll"

"You're angry."

Xu Shuanglin looked disgusted: "I'm angry, I have nothing to be angry about, you and my brother, you're stupid and poor, you're better together for the holidays. Go away and don't bother with me."

With that, he waved his hand and marched forward with a big grin.

At that time, he was hoping that Luo Fenghua would come after him.

I don't care if my feet are red and chapped from the cold.

He was about to kick both his shoes off, waiting for someone to call him from behind and tell him in a hurry and with a fuss that he was going to catch a cold.

Xu Shuanglin walks with great anticipation.

But after waiting for a while, Luo Fenghua did not catch up with him, nor did he call out to him.

When he paused, he couldn't help but slow down his pace.

It wasn't until he was a hundred metres away, and if he walked any further he would be at the city gates, but still no one called out to him. He pinched his knuckles and thought, "It's just that I haven't had any playmates since I was a kid anyway, and for many years I've strolled around the Lantern Festival alone, so what's the big deal?

He stepped down the steps.

Level 1.

Two levels.

Finally, he turned back abruptly, his nose wrinkled, his face changed, and he could not help but yell, " Luo Fenghua ".

Luo Fenghua didn't leave, he was standing in the same place, he had picked up his shoes and was in a dilemma, he didn't know what to do. When he heard Xu Shuanglin's bellow, it was like a blow to the head and he came back to his senses.

""

Forget it.

It really convinced him.

So that year, on the Lantern Festival, he joined Xu Shuanglin and stayed with Nan Gongliu.

Nan Gongliu, who had been struggling to memorise the scrolls, rolled his eyes and recited: "One inch and five minutes below the heart, for the giant que point, for the heart curtain, when hit, unconsciousness, when to the right of the lung point under the next what came," he scratched his head, "again, I do not remember. "

"Dumb and dumber you are."

Xu Shuanglin then took the bamboo brief and knocked his brother's head, his face full of hostility, "The lower half of the point, hit it with the arm fist will wake up, if it does not heal after waking up, it will die in more than 100 days. The water point on the umbilicus, which belongs to the two meridians of the small intestine and stomach, is seriously injured and dies in twenty-eight days. How come you didn't die of stupidity the ninth time?"

Nan Gongliu, looking dejected, slumped on the table and let out a long sigh, yet lifted his eyes and blew on a strand of fine hair that had fallen on his forehead.

"I feel stupid myself too ah if only I were as smart as you."

"Impossible." Xu Shuanglin cut to the chase, "Dream on."

The warm curtain lifted and fell, and Luo Fenghua, who had just gone out to cook the Lantern Festival, returned.

He was dressed in a thick cloak, his dark hair and curled eyelashes were covered in snow, and his plain face looked a little more attractive in the light of the fire.

It is as if the spring is tiny and the falling snow is brilliant.

"It's been a long time since you've carried it, so have some Lantern and rest for a while."

Luo Fenghua brings over the wooden tray with three bowls of Lantern, one for each person.

Nan Gongliu, with a cry of joy, immediately rushed to the case and was about to reach out, but was tugged by the man behind him.

Xu Shuanglin grimaced: "What's the hurry, no rules, no rules, where are the thanks?"

Nan Gongliu stammered, seemingly surprised that his most unruly brother would be on his nose at this section.

"What for?"

Seeing his brother narrowing his eyes dangerously, Nan Gongliu waved his hands and bought a good deal, dusting off his sleeves and making a big salute, tilting his head and jokingly saying, "Little slave, thank you for your kindness, Master."

Luo Fenghua :""

Xu Shuanglin found it both amusing and amusing to see this guy being naughty, and thought that he probably learnt it from another storybook, so he said, "Come on, eat your snack."

Luo Fenghua rubbed his hands, which were a little red from the cold, and put them to his mouth to puff on them, and Xu Shuanglin untied his cloak for him.

Xu Shuanglin, not bothering to pay attention to him, asked indifferently, "It's snowing outside."

"Well, it's just fallen, I don't know if we can pile it up tonight so we can have a snowball fight the next day."

"Master." The sudden address at this point was by no means respectful, but mocking, "How old are you."

Luo Fenghua then smiled, his eyelashes soft, Xu Shuanglin could not help but feel tender in his heart, but when he realized this tenderness, he felt irritated for no reason, he hurriedly looked for any reason to vent his anger.

"Are you poor? It's been so long since you came to Confucianism School, why don't you throw this rag away and wear it outside? People think we're bullying you, are you stupid?"

Luo Fenghua was immediately apprehensive, "Even if this is torn, I can still wear it, but when I think of how many people are suffering in Lower Fairy World, I can't eat and drink well. How nice."

"" Xu Shuanglin's fingers were still poking at the patch, glaring at him angrily.

Luo Fenghua cautiously seeks the approval of his senior pupil: "Don't you think?"

"I think you're sick poor sick"

But having said that, the cloak was hung back on the rack.

Three people gathered around a warm stove and ate dumplings.

It was not possible to watch the lanterns, but the three teenagers, who were of a similar age, were able to talk and chat together without getting bored.

It is snowing outside the window and the frost covers the edges of the red window pane with crystal clarity.

Inside, the firewood crackles, reflecting the spring-like atmosphere of the room.

Luo Fenghua could not even resist, so he took the konghou brought by Nan Gongliu, his cheeks flushed and a little drunk, and plucked it three or two times, singing a hometown ditty.

"Three or four flowers fall between the pools, one or two strings sound on the shore, the best thing about being young is that you can see all the flowers in the sky with light hooves and fast horses"

"Master Master, this is good, teach me what to call it"

"Junior Tour." Luo Fenghua said gently, "It's a Middle Shu Area short song, which I think is very appropriate."

Nan Gongliu laughed as he threw back his head, his smile was always too warm and flattering, but after drinking too much wine, it was a bit more genuine and cheerful: "Ha ha ha ha, the youth tour is good, aren't we just young furs and horses, and we are full of vigour"

Xu Shuanglin hugged his arms and snorted, "You can't even memorise a book nine times, which teenager is as stupid as you."

"Well, everyone has their shortcomings, everyone has their strengths." Nan Gongliu smiled, and actually had the energy to retort to her brother, "You may be a natural talent, but I may have my own endowments too."

"You've had too much to drink."

Luo Fenghua also smiled, lifted his wine and said, "I hope that you will all live a life of weakness, each with your own strengths, and be gentlemen for a lifetime."

Nan Gongliu then stroked his palm and hooked his brother's shoulder, causing Xu Shuanglin to feel uncomfortable and push him away. "

Xu Shuanglin then huffed, "I think it's disgusting to wish for something like that."

Luo Fenghua said, "Write it on paper, and when you're done, throw it into the fire, and it will come true."

In the end, they each wrote down their wishes. It is unnecessary to say what Luo Fenghua's was, as he had already told it when he made his toast earlier.

Nan Gongliu, who has dyslexia, likes to write and recite, "I hope to eat and drink well, have great success, be harmonious and reunited."

Xu Shuanglin was disgusted, but the disgust was mixed with some indefinable and subtle emotions.

He was the son of a concubine, and there was never much attention paid to him in the family.

It was only after Luo Fenghua came that he had company, he and Nan Gongliu and the Master, and they would often play together and practise together.

Luo Fenghua was not so much his master as the first best friend in his life.

With Luo Fenghua around, he is not even so jealous of his older brother, who is useless but gets all the attention for being the first son. As they spent time together, they could see some of the loveliness in Nan Gongliu.

"What did Aso write?"

Xu Shuanglin does not answer, throwing his balled-up paper into the fire at random.

The heart's desire was soon engulfed in light and blazing heat, the splash of fire reflecting in his eyes.

"Nothing is written, white paper."

Luo Fenghua and Nan Gongliu were disappointed and looked a little lost.

Xu Shuanglin then smiles with his teeth, a smile that is both wicked and sweet, with a kind of self-satisfaction that comes from playing tricks on people.

Lying to you.

The handwriting in that ball of paper was neat, proper, and serious, stroke for stroke. The writing was

I hope that Luo Fenghua, Nan Gongxu and Nan Gongliu will be friends for the rest of their lives, eating oranges together, sharing cakes together, and climbing the roof together.

From a youthful age to a gray hair at the temples.