"It's obvious!" Luo Jiujiang curled his eyes without disguising, "When I'm around you, even the wind won't smile."
When Han Qianling's mood reached a certain level, the wind around him would indeed stop flowing. The malice surging in his heart was always so clear that the wind around him remained silent and deep.
However, he never thought that such a trivial matter would be noticed by others.
And the wind is laughing... What kind of metaphor is this?
That evening, Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang climbed up the tallest conifer tree on the island. They sat side by side on a sturdy horizontal branch, and Han Qianling listened attentively to the humming leaf flute played by Luo Jiujiang.
The evening breeze under the setting sun blew past the two of them. Suddenly, amidst the clumsy leaf flute sounds of the boy beside him, Han Qianling heard the laughter of the wind.
At that moment, the emotions that had been blocked for a long time suddenly woke up from a dream, like a blind man walking in the dark suddenly seeing colors, or like tasteless white water finally tasting sweetness. For the first time in his life, Han Qianling pushed away the heavy fog in front of his heart, and the malice that had been entrenched in the high ground slowly receded like a tide, and he himself intuitively and purely felt what joy and happiness were.
At that moment, the boy next to Han Qianling who spat out disgusting leaves towards the setting sun had a layer of golden light cast by the setting sun on his face.
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Luo Jiujiang was awakened by a torrential downpour.
He had fallen asleep by lying on the ground without paying attention. Now when he sat up suddenly he realized that he had been lying with his head low and his feet high, with his head resting in a pothole - he was wondering why there was the sound of splashing water in his dreams. It turned out that the rain was pouring into his ears!
Wiping the rain off his face, Luo Jiujiang looked around and confirmed that Luo Cang was really not in the yard, and the fire and wine jars around him had been cleaned up.
Luo Jiujiang: "..." The yard had been tidied up, but he was left alone there, sleeping on the ground under the sky, until he was woken by the rain. This new gentleman he had met was not only annoying in his tone, but also very good at dealing with people.
Just as he jumped up and brushed off the mud on his body, the door of a house not far away suddenly opened. The familiar creaking sound of a wheelchair reappeared in the courtyard. Even in the pouring rain, the sky filled with the sound of rushing water, the sound of the wheelchair still reached Luo Jiujiang's ears clearly and steadily.
Luo Jiujiang turned his head and saw Luo Cang holding a big, sturdy black umbrella, sitting under the eaves, looking at him indifferently.
Before Luo Jiujiang could get under the big umbrella held up by Luo Cang, Luo Cang casually flicked a stone and hit Luo Jiujiang in the chest, knocking him back a step: "Get out."
What's wrong with him? Luo Jiujiang shrugged in confusion and turned to walk towards the gate. But before he took two or three steps, Luo Cang's voice came again: "I didn't let you leave the yard. Stand in the rain and draw your knife."
Luo Jiujiang himself was not prone to anger. He had a humorous personality, could get along well with everyone, and most of the time he was even very generous.
Considering the deceased brother in Luo Cang's family tree and his own disabled legs, although Luo Jiujiang did not show it on his face, he had a kind of lenient attitude towards him in his heart, just like he did towards his own old lady, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine, I just need to make you happy."
So now that he was woken up by the cold rain, without even an umbrella to shelter him, and was forced back into the rain by a stone, Luo Jiujiang just smiled and drew his knife as Luo Cang instructed.
"Dance with your sword." Luo Cang closed his eyes, and as if concentrating his mind, he said, "You don't have an umbrella, only a sword. If you don't want to get wet, practice your sword well."
"No……"
Luo Cang suddenly opened his eyes: "Why say no? What are you dissatisfied with?"
His expression had always been very distant and cold, but now it suddenly became aggressive, with an indescribable sharpness, like a cold wind blowing in one's face when a peerless divine weapon was unsheathed.
"I have no complaints." Luo Jiujiang was stunned by Luo Cang's change of heart. "I want to say that I do have an umbrella. I put one in my storage bag. Besides, why do I have to practice swordsmanship without an umbrella?"
Is there any logical connection between the two? If you don't have an umbrella, the first thing you should do is run under the eaves to avoid the rain.
Luo Cang smiled again. He often smiled like this when facing Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang couldn't accurately discern the meaning, but he could sense that it contained a hint of tolerance and even a touch of self-mockery. Beyond that, there was even a hint of warmth.
"Forget about the umbrella and practice with your sword." Luo Cang said softly, "I forgot. You are only fourteen years old and have been growing up on an island. You haven't heard of those methods outside. You have to dance with your sword. When your sword is fast enough, it won't get wet by the rain."
After briefly explaining the matter, Luo Cang didn't dwell on the topic any more: "Since I've saved this time, I can move forward with the plans that were put on the back burner... excluding the official competitions within the clan or on the island, have you ever fought?"
Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang exchanged glances for a moment before answering honestly, "I've fought quite a few times."
Boys of his age are prone to fighting. As the young master of the clan, he wasn't often picked on. But within the Seven Islands, he had a few rivals, and he'd gotten himself into trouble a few times before.
"Yeah." Luo Cang responded coldly. It was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer. "Then do you know the difference between a competition and a fight?"
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