[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

At noon, the sky shines through the clouds, and the gloomy colors suddenly become lighter. The sun, which had been dim for a long time, suddenly became much brighter again.

It was windy and rainy at that time, and the branches of the soothing and complacent tree swished past, sharply breaking some of the wall shadows in the mottled puddles.

Standing outside the girls' dormitory, Tang San didn't rush in, but stood by the wall outside.

As he walked along, the sides of his boots were slightly damp and stained with a lot of mud and leaf dust. By this time, they had all condensed together and stuck to the sides of his boots.

At this time, the rain has weakened a lot, and the wind is blowing slowly on people's bodies, not much coolness.

Tang San stood under a wooden window, holding a bamboo bone umbrella with a handle that was about to lose its paint. His body was slender. From a distance, he looked like a tall and beautiful bamboo, tall and straight, with a clear and clear wind. , exceptionally eye-catching.

Raindrops pattered on the umbrella surface, and then trickled down the frame. Repeatedly, the sound of raindrops kept ringing in my ears.

"A Ting? Xiao Wu?"

Tang San raised his hand, tapped with two fingers, and knocked on the wooden window. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if the distant mountains had gathered clouds and mist, and the rain was lightly and faintly trapped inside it: "Also, Aren’t you getting up?”

After knocking on the window twice, the window opened wide.

Xiao Wu was wearing a petticoat made of thin material, and her half-exposed arms were covered by the long gown. As soon as she opened the window, she was blown away by a gust of cool wind. Little Rabbit folded his arms and shivered. As he stood, he lowered his head and looked towards Tang San: "Brother, Ating isn't here."

After saying that, Xiao Wu stretched out her left hand and handed him the small note held in her palm: "This should be left by Ating."

Tang San frowned, but didn't answer in time. Instead, he took the small piece of paper, lowered his eyes, and read it carefully.

The paper was torn in a hurry, and the rhyme of the pen was also messed up.

But that sentence, which is neither short nor long, is exactly the handwriting of Atin.

[Go out for something, return in the afternoon. ]

After reading her letters over the past two or three years, I can see that such a short and direct narrative is indeed Atin’s style.

He blinked, his brows relaxed a little, and the originally tense heartstrings calmed down. He nodded and returned the small note to Xiao Wu.

etc--

His eyes swirled, and in a casual glance, Tang San suddenly discovered something.

He moved his wrist to the side and stretched his knuckles towards the window lattice. Then, with Xiao Wu's face full of confusion, he pinched and took out a small black object.

It seemed to be an insect, with a carapace on its back. Tang San placed it in the palm of his other hand and looked at it carefully, only to find that it didn't move at all, as quiet as if it had lost all life. generally.

something is wrong...

"Brother, what is this?" Xiao Wu slightly raised her nose and suddenly smelled a putrid and pungent smell: "The smell is a bit strange."

It stands to reason that such an unpleasant smell should have been detected very early by relying on one's sense of smell, and it is impossible to react now.

Xiao Wu thought in confusion, raised her eyes to glance at Tang San, and saw that he looked thoughtful, so she didn't disturb him.

At this time, the sound of the rain fell just right to attract Xiao Wu's attention. Her eyes dimly lit up, and she suddenly thought of something.

When it rains so hard, the smell of earthy moisture in the air is strong.

Isn't this just a cover to cover up the smell?

"No wonder I can't smell it..." Xiao Wu frowned and looked at Tang San, who was still silent. She lowered her tone and said with some hesitation: "Brother, Ating..."

She didn't say the next words, but Tang San understood what she meant. He raised his eyes, waved away some of the darkness in his eyes, and said to the little rabbit with a forced smile: "Don't be afraid, you rest first, I Go to the teacher and the dean.”

After finishing speaking, Tang San stayed where he was for a while. After Xiao Wu closed the window, he hurried to the dean's office.

The wind that blows through the forest is endless, and although the temper is good, it makes the person quite troubled.

Tang San bit his cheek, suddenly feeling like there was a fire in his heart, which made his whole body feel dull.

The road to the dean's office is a bit long. Because it has been raining for a long time, there are still several puddles of different depths. The rain inside is getting more and more and it can no longer be retained. It is trickling towards the short grass on both sides. As he walked towards the sink, Tang San walked in a hurry, without even looking at the obstacles blocking his way, he crossed over in one stride, letting the water stain his clothes and wet them.

Arriving outside the dean's room, Tang San knocked on the door a few times. When he heard a voice calling from inside, he opened the door and walked in.

The room was not big, but it was well-equipped. When Tang San walked in, Flanders was sitting on his recliner, sipping tea comfortably.

"Little San?"

The master stood up from the chair on the other side and looked at him in surprise: "What happened?"

Tang San pursed his lips tightly, but his eyes were mixed. He opened his palms, and a small black insect appeared in the sight of the two people opposite.

"?"

Flanders half-squinted his eyes, sizing up the insect, and began to ask Tang San questions.

"Where did this thing come from?"

As soon as Tang San stretched out his hand, a putrid smell wafted out, but it wasn't too strong, just faint, mixed with some moisture.

"It was found in A Ting and Xiao Wu's window lattice."

After Tang San finished speaking, when the master stretched out his hand to touch the shellworm, his wrist turned to one side. His bright black eyes looked at the master and Flanders without blinking, as calmly as if they were hiding in surprise. The roaring waves are just waiting for the storm to rise suddenly and the dark clouds to roll in, so thick and frightening.

"Teacher, Dean, where has Atin gone?"

"I don't know about that." The master took back his hand, looking like a monk two feet tall and confused. He turned his head and looked at Flanders: "Didn't you say that Atin came to see you?"

Flanders was excited, raised his hand and patted the armrest of the chair, which turned him out of a turn that he had not thought about before. He glanced at the master and apprentice in front of him, hesitated twice, and then said: He replied: "The baby came to me to ask for leave. I agreed and asked her to come back in the afternoon."

"Ask for leave?" The master's throat was slightly clogged, and the tip of his brow was bruised. He replied disapprovingly: "We are still in troubled times, so you let her go out alone?"

There was a bit of reproach in these words, and with the master and apprentice both standing in front of him, Flanders couldn't be more embarrassed. His hand holding the tea cup didn't even drop. No, I could only hold it up dryly, grinning helplessly: "Xiao Gang, please be patient for a moment..."

Seeing the master's unshakable indifferent face, Flanders couldn't help but droop his eyebrows, cruelly pushed the tea cup in his hand away, then lowered his gaze and sighed: "Then I've agreed. , I didn’t think much about it at the time.”

After all, the gossip has never been updated, and he does not have both ears and eyes, so how can he predict everything accurately.

"In this case, let's go look for her. I heard the doll say before she left that she was going to West Street to find something. It won't take long."

West Street...

"Soto City?"

The master put his hands behind his back and considered it carefully. When the three of them stopped talking and the atmosphere in the dean's room suddenly became quiet, the master quietly raised his eyes and looked at himself. The disciples there.

With the deepening of experience, the young man has become more and more calm.

Without taking a single glance, the master glanced at him again and saw that he still showed no unnecessary expression. He still had the same expression of emotion and anger, which was surprisingly mature.

The master smiled slightly. He lowered his eyes and found a step helplessly: "It is always not good for a girl to be alone outside. We must find Ating quickly."

"It's better..." Flanders is so shrewd. He understood what he meant in a few changes in the master's eyes. After coughing a few times, Flanders raised his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose. , and then continued the previous sentence: "It's up to you, Tang San, as Suotuo City is not far away."

Hearing this, Tang San's clenched fists loosened, and the traces of paleness in his joints due to exertion gradually faded away. He clasped his fingers together in vain, looked at him firmly, nodded, and then nodded. He walked out without looking back.

Master and Flanders stared at his back until it was obscured by the closed wooden door and could no longer be seen.

"This kid." Flanders laughed and scolded: "I'm looking forward to it in my heart, but I don't want to put any color on my face."

"Young love is always hard to find and rare." The master shook his head, as if he was thinking of something, like a sigh but not a sigh, with only a little self-deprecation: "As time goes by, this was how others saw it back then. We, now it’s your and my generation’s turn.”

This continent is renewing too quickly. If the grass is thick, it will be luxuriant, but if it is sparse, it will be desolate. I wonder if Xiaosan chose the same thing as him, and filled his chest with blazing warmth that should have been cold.

Although this draft comes with force, no matter whether it is sunny, rainy, or dry in autumn and frost in winter, it can hardly cover up its clear wind.

At this time, the light was thin and the sky was slightly relaxed.

The tide in her memory is still surging, carrying fragments of fragments one after another. Her consciousness is tossing and turning here, like a lonely boat drifting on the sea, always trapped in the wind and rain, Shaky and restless.

[It is quite courageous. ]

The man's voice suddenly rang in her mind, like exploding fireworks, shaking her consciousness a little clearer.

Ating vaguely remembered Gu Qi again, the night-training sword master who was once famous in the mainland.

Unlike Gu Xiu who was reserved, he always showed his temper slightly. For example, when he looked at himself, he lost his concentration for a moment. After he realized it, he started to laugh at himself in a weird way.

[Your eyes are just like hers. ]

He was talking to himself, clearly showing an indifferent expression, but when he mentioned the "her" in the postscript, his raised eyebrows suddenly became much darker.

Like a sunflower that is always chasing the sun, looking up at it all its life, but in the end it can only outline the appearance of the sun in its fantasy.

[Be a good "person" and don't let others find out any clues. ]

When he said this, his tone was extremely serious, just like the instructions before leaving, every word was sincere.

The thoughts calm down and the memories gradually become peaceful.

A Ting woke up suddenly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, she looked around and found that she was in a room that looked like a grocery store.

She couldn't move yet, so she could only sit on the chair temporarily, wandering her eyes to look at the room.

It's not all groceries. Among the dazzling array of items, there are many dusty gold and silver jewelry.

Thumb thump thump————

The sound of shoes hitting the wooden floor clearly reached my ears.

Atin calmly shifted his gaze and looked at the person who entered the room.

It was the old man who was hit by her, and there was another person behind him.

The man was hunched and silent.

The speculations over the past few days have gone round and round and come back to their original place in the blink of an eye.

"Is there an impression?"

The old man asked with no interest. He waved his hand to let the people behind him go out again, and then he slowly sat on the stool.

"... "

Ating half-closed his eyes and didn't respond. Naturally, she had some impression of that man. He was the old man from the tea shop outside the Star Forest.

Thinking of this, everything became clear. Why did those bugs come? They were probably waiting for this day.

"Senior is very resourceful, but why did he help Gu Qi set up this trap?"

The old man propped his head, yawned, and glanced sideways at Atin.

"When you get older, you always need some entertainment."

His fingers were tapping the armrests of the chair gently, with a leisurely posture, and he continued to talk casually: "There are not many people who can match my eyes. Gu Qi is a good guy, but it's a pity... You can't turn back with a tight rope. Some people just rush to die, do you think this kind of person is stupid?"

"... "

A Tingqian frowned and smiled calmly under the old man's suspicious gaze. Her indigo eyes were as clear as the clear blue sky, becoming more peaceful and peaceful.

"He finally understood what he wanted."

Meeting the old man's eyes, Atin raised his chin slightly and said persistently: "He is very smart."

After finishing speaking, the atmosphere was stagnant for a while. The old man looked at Ating steadily for a few times, and then laughed heartily.

"Fun, interesting."

After he laughed twice, he looked at Ating with a deep look, as if he wanted to see through her thoroughly.

"He's smart, and you're smart too."

The words were half-dark, and it was unclear what they meant. Atin tilted his head, leaning on the back of the chair, with a calm smile on his lips.

"Do you know how smart people protect themselves wisely?" The old man caressed his two fingers as if unintentionally, and a ray of green light quickly passed through his fingertips and nestled flexibly in his open palm.

As green as jade and as red as agate, it was a small cyan snake with red eyes.

"It's better to have less energy than to be overly concerned."

The old man raised his knuckles, squinted his eyes, and watched carefully as the little snake flew across Atin's body with its winding vines like a light shuttle flying across the sky.

Through the layer of clothing, she could clearly feel the thing crawling on her arm. A Ting frowned slightly and her eyes deepened. Then she raised her eyelashes and said to the old man with a smile: "Why don't we have a fight?" bet?"

"What are you betting on?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously being interested.

Seeing his attitude of being willing to hear the details, the smile on Atin's lips gradually deepened. She quietly narrowed her eyes. As her eyes suddenly darkened, she said calmly: "Bet on your life."