"Are you deaf? You are told twice every time!"
Song Nanye kicked him angrily.
Jiang Beize rubbed his calf a little aggrievedly, "How can I not."
"That's the name! You can't remember it after I said it once, and you have to ask me to repeat it a second time!"
"I didn't expect you to be Assistant Song's younger brother! Oh yes, my name, my name..."
Jiang Beize scratched his ear and said, looking at Song Nanye's face becoming more serious and changing the topic wisely, he was so afraid of him.
"My father came up with the name from a fortune teller. My father said that my roots are in Ningcheng. Ningcheng is in the north. The word "北" in the middle means "life". Ze means accumulation of water. It is similar to my last name. My second brother and I am also from the northern generation."
As he spoke, he looked at Song Nanye.
"What about you? Why are you called Song Nanye?"
"I'm not as particular as you. I was born in the south, Lu Ziye."
"oh oh… "
Jiang Beize nodded, saying that he believed it.
"Can you sing?"
"ah?"
Jiang Beize found that this man's thinking always jumped faster and he couldn't keep up.
Song Nanye frowned immediately, and Jiang Beize quickly waved his hand, "You don't have to repeat it a second time! I'm not very good at singing, and I always go out of tune. Follow my second brother."
Second brother, second brother, second brother.
Song Nanye rolled his eyes silently.
This kid never spoke a word away from his second brother.
"I'll sing you a song, listen carefully."
"Oh well."
"Ahem."
Song Nanye cleared his throat and pinched his Adam's apple.
The next second, his voice sounded, with a slight hoarseness and texture, like sand and gravel. The voice of a green sixteen-year-old boy had an inexplicable sense of the vicissitudes of time...
"I'm in the southern sun, with heavy snow falling."
"You are in the cold night in the north, and the four seasons are like spring."
After he finished singing these two lines, he stopped abruptly.
Jiang Beize was a little unfinished, "It sounds great, why don't you sing?"
"These two sentences are enough."
After saying that, he stood up.
The afterglow of the setting sun falls overwhelmingly. This is the last light and shadow before dark. Soon the circle of light will be swallowed up and obliterated by the darkness.
"Hey, wait a minute—"
Jiang Beize stood up together. He had never looked at someone so firmly.
"Can you teach me—"
Um? What to teach him
Song Nanye raised his eyebrows and looked over curiously, only to hear the guy complete the last two words, "Fight."
"Teach you how to fight? Are you sure??"
"Well, I have this, look!"
As he spoke, Jiang Beize quickly took out the crumpled book "Three Hundred Ninjutsu Moves" from his pocket.
He bought this book several years ago and keeps it with him, occasionally reading it to learn a few tricks.
Song Nanye rubbed his sore forehead, not knowing how to describe him, "You, haha, are really weird."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"It means I won't teach you."
After that, he left.
His back and his voice were clear and crisp.
…
Jiang Beize returned to the classroom.
Song Nanye was not in the classroom, and the "turmoil" in the class had calmed down. As soon as he entered the door, his classmates gathered around him and asked him how he was, where he was, and whether he was secretly crying alone.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, that senior in high school has been called a parent by the dean, and he probably won't dare to come against you again!"
The squad leader who was accidentally injured was now bruised and swollen, but he still comforted Jiang Beize with sincere words.
(End of chapter)