Qizi

The author has something to say:

1. Some readers have always questioned why Ling Xiao, who played Burning Jin, could not beat Yingfeng. Yesterday, Zhuyue, who played Burning Jin, beat the pillow crane. This point has been clearly written in the original text. At the time of the wind, the effect of burning jin had expired, and he had a coming-of-age ceremony with Yingfeng under the condition of side effects + serious injuries.

2. Some people think that Zhui Yue’s Pillow Crane’s contract is a divine exhibition/temporary idea/La Lang’s match. The prophecy of Pillow Crane appears in Chapter 22, and the hint given in the composition is even earlier: the contract owner is not necessarily Gong, the referee It's not the virgin Ping Zong.

There is a special training task today. The instructor came to the playground early in the morning to set up the field, and then saw Ling Xiao and Yingfeng running in the morning.Ling Xiao ran far ahead, Yingfeng stopped when he saw him.

"You two are really hardworking," the instructor expressed surprise, "Didn't you say that you are more than enough physically to cope with the entrance exam?"

"It was Ling Xiao's own request," Ying Feng also walked aside, watching the jumping figure on the track with the instructor, and after deciding to take the exam, Ling Xiao regarded the owner as a future competitor, not because it was Qizi lowered his demands on himself.

"Recently, he runs every morning, does mental strength training during the day, and conducts actual combat at night. After returning home, he reads the history books and reads it very late." Almost every night he has to use some compulsive means to turn off the lights.

The instructor nodded appreciatively, "Ling Xiao is very talented. It is rare to find someone who is talented and works as hard as he does. He has been aiming to surpass you for so many years. I have seen him training late into the night alone on the eve of the exam several times. After the exam the next day, when he asked the two of you who had higher grades, I couldn't bear to hit him. In fact, in any class, with his strength, he would be able to come out on top. It just so happened that I met you in this class."

Ling Xiao just finished running around and came to the two of them, "What are you talking about?"

"No," the instructor hurriedly changed the subject, "Yingfeng said just now that you read books until late every day. In fact, reading history is not the only way to learn history. Visiting the history museum will also be very rewarding."

"Museum?" Ling Xiao's eyes lit up. In fact, after studying hard for the past few days, he has greatly improved his view of history. He no longer thinks it is a very boring subject. On the contrary, he has become a little interested.Hearing that there was a museum to visit, he immediately turned his attention to Yingfeng, with his intention clearly written on his face.

"Let's go." Yingfeng turned around and left. Ling Xiao greeted the instructor and followed quickly. The instructor looked at their backs and heaved a sigh of relief. set a new direction for myself.

The history museum mentioned by the instructor is not too far from Bikong, and it only took a while to open. The museum is open to the public, and you don't need to buy a ticket to enter.

The museum does not divide the exhibition areas by age, but by type. Ling Xiao studied the floor plan and decided to start visiting from the military political area on the top floor.

As soon as he reached the top floor, he was attracted by the busts on both sides of the corridor.These statues were made by later generations. In front of each portrait, there is a glass showcase, which displays the daggers used by this person, and his life is engraved below.

Ling Xiao, who had been studying history hard for several days, finally stopped seeing these historical celebrities, his eyes darkened, and he knew the first person at the beginning.

"I know him. He is the generalissimo who overthrew the emperor's rule and established the republic. The first year of the new calendar refers to the year he founded the country."

Yingfeng hummed lightly, affirming that he could accurately tell the historical common sense in the first grade textbook.

Ling Xiao received "Yingfeng-style encouragement", and continued talking one by one with great interest. Later, he could recognize fewer and fewer, and Yingfeng also explained to him one by one.

After walking through a long corridor, I almost watched the history of Tianxiu. At the end of the corridor, there were still a few empty seats waiting. Ling Xiao said with emotion: "If my bust can appear here in the future, it will not be too late in this life. It's a waste of time."

"We are constantly sleeping and waking up, how do you know there is no you in front of us?"

A word awakened Ling Xiao, and when he looked back, he felt that every portrait became vivid and friendly.Everyone may be in the same era as him, he may be a hero who needs to be looked up to, but he may also be a close companion, a comrade in arms, or even a family member who gets along day and night, or even himself. Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is no time gap exists.

"You're right, maybe there's not only me, but also you here." He looked around, and finally pointed at the founding marshal, "I think this looks a lot like you."

Yingfeng silently put the three words "face blindness" that he read from an alien medical book on Ling Xiao's body. It seems that there is another disease that Tianxiu people will suffer from.

If prosopagnosia is true, then Ling Xiao can't fully believe what he said that there is a first-year chick in the academy who looks like the ancestor of the Tianxiu people.

"Ah," at this moment Ling Xiao suddenly pointed forward, "Isn't that person Xinglou?"

Yingfeng looked over according to his instructions, and saw a person standing alone next to the display case in the center of the hall. He didn't bend down to look at it in detail like ordinary tourists, but he was close to the display case with his raised right hand. stuck on the glass.

He looked down at the cultural relics displayed inside, and his expression was not so much admiring as mourning. There was an unspeakable emotion flowing in his eyes, and a person would definitely not show any emotion to an object without emotion. This kind of expression.

"Xinglou!" Ling Xiao's voice was extraordinarily loud in the empty and quiet museum. Xinglou's hand bounced away like an electric shock, and the person took a big step back, forcing a distance from the showcase.

After seeing clearly the person calling his name, he also showed a docile and harmless smile, "Senior Ling Xiao."

Ling Xiao didn't notice Xinglou's abnormal performance just now. Meeting someone he knew here would only make him feel very destined, "Are you coming to visit too?"

Xinglou responded, "The teacher mentioned this in the history class, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."

After he finished speaking, he turned his attention to the person next to Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao was suddenly very nervous. If the other party asked about Yingfeng, he would never be able to introduce this person in a graceful manner like other Qizi. Is my proprietor.

But fortunately, Xinglou just took a glance and looked away, and didn't ask the question that would embarrass Ling Xiao.

"Senior, I have already finished viewing this floor, you can continue to visit, I am going downstairs."

"Oh, okay," Ling Xiao nodded and said goodbye when he saw him say that.

Xinglou and Yingfeng passed by, and he unconsciously slowed down as he passed by. Both of them turned their heads slightly, and their eyes circled around each other vaguely, but then shifted away.

As the star building went further and further away, Yingfeng didn't look back, and the distance between the two of them gradually widened, but Ling Xiao watched him off for a moment.

"It's strange, I saw the restored avatar on TV that day, and thought it was exactly like him, but when I saw him again today, I didn't feel so similar."

"No, although it's an exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same, they are still [-]% similar." Yingfeng downgraded his prosopagnosia by one level, "But there are many people with similar looks, it's just a coincidence."

For example, he has a contract with a principal whom he has never met.

"What was he looking at just now? He was so engrossed in it," Ling Xiao also ran to visit the central display cabinet. The cultural relics displayed there were only the size of a palm. They were old and corroded, and they could be vaguely recognizable as badges.

On one side of the display cabinet, there is a restored three-dimensional projection of the cultural relic, allowing people to clearly see its original appearance.It has the outline of a six-pointed star, with intricate patterns engraved in the center, the most obvious of which is a crown.

"This is the emblem of the ancient royal family," Ling Xiao read the explanatory text. "It has a history of more than 4000 years, and it is one of the oldest cultural relics so far." It can be preserved so well, which shows that the civilization of that time was also very developed.”

"Is he really only in the first grade?" Yingfeng asked suddenly.

"Of course, why do you ask that?"

"His eyes don't look like a baby."

"That's because you didn't see how he was scared to death by the spider," Ling Xiao felt ridiculous when he thought of that, "but what should the eyes of the young state look like?" He only knew that the color of the young state's eyes should be What is it like.

Yingfeng didn't continue to express his opinions. After visiting this floor, the two of them went to the next floor where folk cultural relics were displayed.

The exhibition area of ​​folk cultural relics is obviously not as solemn as the top floor, the lighting is soft, and soothing music is playing in the background.

"Thinking, thinking, stone." Ling Xiao read out the name of the cultural relic in front of him.

He looked down, and it turned out that the stone was not one piece, but a row of more than ten pieces from left to right. Each stone was engraved with ancient characters that he could not understand. In front of the stone, there were also Year number.

It was only then that he noticed that these stones were not unearthed from the same batch, and even the estimated ages were different. The leftmost one dates back to 4000 years ago, and the older it is, the younger it is, until he saw the rightmost one. The marked date turned out to be 70-80 years ago.

"It stands to reason that objects less than a hundred years old should not be classified as historical relics, but this kind of object is the only special case in this museum. The Missing Stone has spanned a considerable time zone from thousands of years to decades. Its existence has surpassed the limited scope of cultural relics, and it is still an unsolved mystery in the history circle."

Ling Xiao raised his head and saw the museum employee who was explaining to him, standing aside politely.

"May I ask what happened to these stones?"

"These ancient cultural relics from different ages have the same feature, that is, the exact same words are engraved on them. When historians discovered the first missing stone, they thought it was just an ordinary stone engraved with ancient words, but when the first After the second and the third came out one after another, people found that this kind of stone was far from being as simple as they imagined."

"No one can live for thousands of years," Ling Xiao said, "The words on these stones are likely to be carved by different people, such as the latest one, as long as they have been to the museum, everyone can imitate."

"Theoretically, this is the case, so the recent discovery of a stone has caused considerable controversy, because the culture of Missing Stone has been widely circulated, and there are many imitators. However, after repeated inspections by handwriting experts, the writing on these stones, No matter in terms of writing habits or carving techniques, they all come from the same person, and this is the biggest incredible thing about the Missing Stone."

"Is it so magical?" Ling Xiao was stunned when he heard it at first, "Then what is written on it?"

"This is an ancient language. It's pronounced Osamisuka. Translated into modern language, it means I miss you."

"Oh Sami Suka," Ling Xiao repeated.

"Yes."

Ling Xiao read it silently two more times, and thought it sounded good. He turned his head, and Yingfeng, who was still here just now, had already gone to another showcase, probably because he was not interested in this kind of content.

"The museum has launched this service. Interested tourists can carve a memorial stone of their own, and we will send it to your partner through the time machine."

"Time Machine?"

The employee smiled, "It's not what you imagined. We will keep your missing stone in a safe place, and after three, five, or ten years, send it to the terminal number you reserved."

"So that's how it is," Ling Xiao thought, "I don't have anyone I miss, so forget it."

"No miss today, doesn't mean no miss in the future. The miss stone is a very popular token of expressing love. Its interpretation is that I wish I could be with you all the time. Even lovers who get along day and night will choose this kind of stone. Meaningful gift, leave a touch of surprise for future counterparts.”

Ling Xiao had to admit that he was very good at sales, which made him a little tempted.Although he has no lover now, since his life can change drastically within ten days, how long is ten years?

"Okay then," he agreed, "I'll carve one too."

The staff selected a stone for him and provided him with a sample of ancient Chinese writing. Ling Xiao took out his dagger and carved it stroke by stroke.

"Okay," he handed the finished product to the employee, who took it with a smile, and then was stunned.

"Your handwriting is so imitative."

"Really? It may be affected by what I saw just now."

The employee nodded in agreement, "I'll help you pack it right now, have you chosen a deadline for sending it out?"

"The longest one," Ling Xiao swiped his card, hesitated for a moment when registering, and finally filled in Yingfeng's terminal number.

Ten years... If the awakening plan can be successful, the blood contract between him and Yingfeng should have been broken by then, so this should be considered a parting gift for him.

As soon as he finished writing, Yingfeng turned back, "What are you doing?"

"No," Ling Xiao hurriedly stuffed the things back to the staff, "Just buy some souvenirs."

Yingfeng looked at him with empty hands, and really didn't think this sentence had any credibility.

Ling Xiao really became interested in the museum, and actually stayed in it for a whole day. Yingfeng thought he would go back to the dormitory to rest after returning, but unexpectedly, the other party asked to go to the training hall to practice "for a while".

After "a little while", Ling Xiao fell to the floor profusely with sweat, and even Yingfeng was forced to sit on the ground to breathe.

Ling Xiao managed to stabilize his breathing, "Take a break and come back."

"Again?"

"I haven't practiced all day today, and I will waste a whole day donating blood tomorrow. If I don't work hard, I will be left behind by others."

Yingfeng couldn't help asking, "Do you need to work so hard?"

Ling Xiao, who was lying flat on the floor, raised a hand, making a slight distance between his thumb and index finger.

"Look, this is me and you in the past. The gap between us is only so small. I always feel that if I work harder, I can surpass you."

He opened his mouth completely, "This is me and you now, the gap between us is so big, no matter how hard I try to catch up, I can't catch up."

He put down his hands, looked straight at the ceiling, and said calmly, "Yingfeng, I will never catch up with you in this life, but whether it was before or now, my desire to shorten the gap has never changed, no matter how big the gap is. A finger, or a stick, I will do my best to get close to your height."

Yingfeng was silent for a while, then stood up from the ground, and extended his hand to him.

Ling Xiao held it with his backhand, and Yingfeng pulled him up from the ground with force.

He took a step back and made a ready posture towards Ling Xiao.

"bring it on."