"Qian?"
Sister Yalai didn’t know that I was not like Qi An. In her eyes, she would naturally think that I represented Qi An who pursued Shan Wan, but she never thought of another Huang Qin who has been silent. Don't blame her, even the editor-in-chief of Southern Weekly wouldn't understand it.
Sister Yalai left soon, I didn't keep her, the girl already wanted to understand, I can only be happy, because she is not mine after all. She is so, so is Shaoman, it's useless if it's not mine. I can change their thinking, but I can't change their destiny.
There are only young youths, and only young youths are my destiny. Thinking of this, I leaned on the head of the bed and listened to the noise in the yard. The children of those relatives had no time to relax.
"Little guy, don't you go out and play?"
"Master Bai, why are you here?" In my imagination, Shirakawa should now hand over the wine in the lobby instead of appearing in my room. But Master Bai pulled a chair and sat down, he looked at my room and then nodded.
"My winter didn't give the wrong person."
"winter?"
"You should also have heard of the history of our Bai family?"
"Ok."
I also know this. I asked Grandpa yesterday on the sixth day after returning from that Japanese-style room. Only then did you know that the Baijiayuan surnamed Shiraishi, a Japanese family that entered the Central Plains since the Tang Dynasty, and that the inheritance of more than ten centuries has long changed the surname and blood relationship.
"My ancestors liked swords very much. They liked Tang knives, but you also know that there are very few orthodox Tang knives in the world. There are four in my family, named Chun Xia Qiu Dong, and they were made in the middle of Tang Ye."
"Are you saying that what you gave me is genuine?!" My sweat is gone, and even the Central Museum is said to not have a genuine product.
"From the time point of view, the Bai family has been adept at martial arts, and both men and women have practiced it in all dynasties."
"I can't afford that knife." Looking at the white master, I said seriously. This knife is too expensive. To be honest, I just sold myself now, and it is estimated that I can't spend the money to buy this knife. Fraction.
"It's okay. Sending out Spring, Summer and Autumn is not once or twice in my family's history. Every time the person who owns him gets old, we will take it back."
"So what about the winter in your mouth?"
"You won't know the meaning of it now, wait until you are fifteen years old before you ask me this question."
Good guy, I have to wait seven years for a sentence, but in the past few days I also roughly know Shirakawa's temper. Since he said that, he wouldn't be dead until the time is up.
"Recover well, come to my house in summer vacation, I will teach you basic knife skills."
"Can you teach me?"
"No problem, I want to exercise you."
After a while, when Grandpa came to see Master Bai, he suggested that I should stay at his house for two months during the summer vacation. Grandpa agreed and was surprised that I had so many relatives. At the same time, I thought my summer vacation would not lonely.
I was back alone again, but just as I took out the pen and paper to write something, the door of the room was pushed open again, and my mother walked in with my lunch.
As usual, my mother comforted me a few words about Sister Yafeng, and then went out of the room.
After eating the meat porridge, I thought of Shaoqing again, the little girl who said she wanted to treat me to Fu Ji meat porridge every day.
"I don't know what happened to the young youth in that time and space."
I'm not a bachelor who has nothing to do. Although I have been suppressing my feelings in my heart, how long it can be suppressed. I really miss a little girl who will blush when telling the truth. I really miss the future that belongs to the past. I miss all this A dream is just an illusion after being shot.
"Son, look at what good things Dad brought you."
"what?"
Seeing my father enter the room with a smile on my face, I put away the pen and paper, and my father took out a small paper box from behind.
"Cat!"
"Today, when Dad went to send his grandfather home, the cat in the neighbor's house of Granny Mi just gave birth. Didn't you argue that you want to raise a cat? I think this little thing is quite cute, so I mentioned it from Granny Mi."
Looking at the little life in the small paper box lying on the floral cloth mat, the "tide" of memory gushes out. If I remember correctly, I got this cat in the early 1990s, but it was I caught it from my neighbor, Mr. Mi's house when I went to play at my grandpa's house.
"Thank you Dad."
"Recover well. Your teacher said that based on your situation, mathematics and politics will give you 80 points directly. You don't need to repeat the grade."
"Um Dad."
"what's up?"
"Thank you."
"What a good son."
My father's big callused hand pressed on top of my head. I never thought that I would have the opportunity to look up to my father, let alone be a good son in his eyes again.
My father left the room satisfied. I looked at the little tabby cat in the paper box. I thought that even though there would be ups and downs in the past, I must not admit defeat. I can't go the same way. In the chaotic nineties, there are opportunities to make money. I have to grasp it. Every.
Two more days later, the second part of the six-person line was published in the new issue of Southern Weekly. I never thought that the story of six and one would be so popular that even my mother praised it.
Passer-by has been transferred from an unknown writer to a well-known author. Numerous magazines and publishers wrote to Lord Bai (I asked Lord Bai to send the manuscript for this reason) to talk about the follow-up and continuation of the six-person line, Lao Bai Under my explanation, the old man rejected all the magazines and publishing houses in the name of the third part being conceived.
I didn’t actually conceive the third part. The life of the six-person and one-person elementary school has ended, and the second part of the six-person journey has reached the practical end. The thoughts I want to talk about are also extremely simple, that is, people, friendship and feelings. Forget and remember.
It's just that I haven't thought about why such a simple subject matter can be popular, but when I think about it, it is no wonder that in the 1990s, the literary youth were still in the street.
However, the subject matter of the new story at hand has already been planned. The worldview borrows from that dear friend’s Aya Rok continent. Since he has written a story about the continental monsoon, I will secretly write about the snowy season of Morges. , It's not a bad thing.
The Morgus Empire, located at the northern end of the continent, has the reputation of being the capital of ice and snow in the original work. The ivory tower is also located in the imperial capital of the empire. This time the object of this description is a ten-year-old magic apprentice who was sent to the Imperial Academy of Magic by a mysterious figure. He is penniless, but can rely on his own strength to grow hard.
For the old and disrespectful old undead dean, the guest lecturer of the prairie elves with extreme "sexuality", the queen in leather coats to the law enforcer, and the alchemy taught by the eyes of money, claims to squeeze the value of every child laborer. The migrant workers' guild that protects their interests from head to toe, as well as teachers of various departments with ghosts, and a large number of magic apprentices with different mentalities and abilities.
The full text described in Western magic is not the time to release it.
Therefore, another short story I prepared a year ago was of use. The juvenile version of "The Path of the Soul", which went left and right, was handed to Lord Bai and asked him to help me send it to Nanfang Weekly two months later.