It seems like exactly two years have passed since I finished my self-study get out of class that night.
When she was a child, her parents didn't spend much time with her, and she had to learn a lot of things every day.
She had no complaints about this. She would sit in the family car as soon as school was over, either going home and waiting for the teacher to come, or going to visit a famous teacher.
She sat in her seat and looked at her classmates quietly during class.
They'll say something and the group laughs, they'll see themselves walking by and suddenly stop talking, they'll talk about the funny show they watched on TV yesterday.
Can't understand;
There were also groups of people when school was over. Jiang Nao didn't know where they were going, but she always felt that after seeing them talking and laughing and walking out of the school gate, even if she chased them out, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find them. You can stay away from the sound of a group of people fighting.
"Um, can I walk back with my classmates after school?"
"What are you talking about? I hired a calligraphy teacher for you, Nao Nao. Your parents are going on a business trip this month, and Aunt Su will take you there. Be good."
Mom and dad are very busy, so you have to be good.
It's not that she likes calligraphy or piano, it's just that she wants to prove that these are definitely more interesting than others.
So, I repeated yesterday's actions day after day.
It’s not a big deal…
I still remember that when she was in the third grade of elementary school, she made two friends.
Those were all very good, but that day she heard that the two girls had been talking bad about her behind her back.
Female with facial paralysis;
iceberg princess;
Japanese melon face;
Also, why many people with money are stupid, have a cold face all the time, and have no manners at all when talking to people. Don't you think she is weird? Don't you know what she is thinking? She has a really withdrawn personality, so we just pretend to play with her.
She listened calmly, then turned and left.
not angry;
But then I stopped talking to those two people.
She didn't talk to her peers. The world seemed to have an extra high wall. She couldn't get out, so she didn't want to get out.
The driver was a little late that day, so she was waiting at the intersection.
The scene was a bit chaotic, and she didn’t remember many scenes. She only remembered that a young man grabbed her hand, pulled her behind, and argued with the group of people. The other person was drunk and picked up a chair and threw it at her. He hugged her, it turned out that the backs of people of the same age can be so generous, she just stared blankly as the chair hit him.
The man just smiled gently and asked if he was okay.
His hand was big and hot. Her hand was on fire as he held it.
There was the sound of bottles breaking, students yelling indignantly, and a few boys started fighting with seven or eight other people in that boy.
She stood there blankly. The boy scratched his head, maybe thinking that he was frightened, and took her hand and led her to sit at the late night snack stall.
The boys who were fighting also sat over. They seemed to be some boys from their class.
Her eyes just stayed on that man's face.
The other person's smile was warm.
It makes people want to get closer.
return;
She just kept looking, unable to help but stare, or look secretly, her eyes always appeared on that person inexplicably.
I want to understand, I want to get close, I want to make friends, I want to talk a lot together.
It was like sticky White Rabbit toffee stuck to her teeth. At first she just wanted to lick it off with her tongue, but she didn't know when she became obsessed with the act itself.
She couldn't figure out why she kept getting close to him.
It was as if she wanted to chase something, but couldn't touch it. It was like sitting in front of the piano at first, but then she just kept the same position as before. She just kept wanting to get closer, and then get closer.
Is that like it?
She couldn't tell the difference.
You can't be nice to others and then turn around and pretend it's not the case. This will make people confused.
"I liked you before."
Jiang Nao took a long breath and made up his mind: "But I don't like it anymore. I want you to accept me as your disciple and teach me how to practice. You promise me that I won't hold you accountable anymore."
After saying this, her heart thundered, as if her whole body had lost all strength.
On a summer night, the girl told a lie that only she knew.
She wanted to stop the meaningless mechanical chase first, she wanted to see the world he saw first.
Feng Wuli stopped the car, and Jiang panicked, only to realize that the school had arrived.
He looked around and saw that no one was looking here: "Don't talk about practicing or not practicing in public. Others will think that we are crazy."
The two got out of the car. The school gate was right in front of them. Feng Wuli motioned for her to follow him, intending to send her in and then turn back.
Jiang Nao regained some strength: "Then will you agree?"
Feng Wuli was silent for a moment: "You are a relevant person now. It stands to reason that you have some personal skills. At least your safety must be guaranteed, but if you want to become a disciple..."
"I asked Sister Wang, and she said that the world of practitioners is a very strict teacher-sect relationship. The Tao is not sold cheaply, and the Dharma is not taught lightly. I can't learn skills from you and not recognize you as my teacher, and I learn from you. If you gain the ability and cause trouble in the future, you will also need to shoulder a layer of responsibility and clean up the family. Do you think that I will not be able to repay my family after I learn this skill in the future, or do you not want to bear this responsibility?" She looked at Feng Wuli seriously.
Feng Wuli smiled and knew what the other party said was reasonable.
In fact, in the world of cultivators, many are clans, and sects follow the same line, and there are very few cultivators who emerge from the wild.
Wang Xilou may be considered a wild man, but he has lived for eight hundred years, and this inheritance is a living sign. How many years has your family been bragging about, and Wang Xilou said something that I didn't hear back then, and you don't know why? To retort, I probably think it’s really unlucky.
He is the ancestor of the sect himself, and the little zombie is really awesome.
"I have to discuss with Wang Xilou about accepting disciples..."
"I told Sister Wang and she said you have the final say!"
"I haven't had any disciples yet..."
“There’s a first time for everything!”
This matter really gave Feng Wuli a headache.
Looking at the girl's expectant and nervous eyes, she pursed her lips, her hands were trembling, she opened her mouth and then closed it, quietly waiting for his verdict, her eyelashes were trembling.
The school gate is quiet at night, and the frogs in the pond are croaking. This is the school frog, croaking, and it sounds like it is always calling Tsinghua University. From time to time, cars will pass by on the roadside, and the roadside will slowly become brighter and follow the cars. The lights dimmed, leaving only the light of the security booth in the distance and the sound of the TV turned on by the bald doorman.
It’s like watching an anti-Japanese drama.
Vaguely hear your fucking Italian cannon.
Boom boom boom boom——! !
Summer is quiet.
Feng Wuli smiled helplessly.
"There will be a one-month trial period. If you fail to pass, you will be expelled from the school."
"ha!"
Jiang Nao's eyes lit up, and a new force filled her limbs. She wanted to rush up and hug him, but she felt it was too rude, so she stamped her little feet on the spot. Because she couldn't vent her excitement, she punched Feng Wuli. , hit him on the shoulder.
"You're going to attack your master on the first day and bully him and destroy your ancestors." Feng Wuli teased.
The little girl was overjoyed, took a step back, clasped her fists, and puffed her face: "Greetings, Master!"
There are also decent ones, like those elementary school children.
"You don't have to call me Master, just do it like usual."
"This can't be done, we have to follow the rules."
"The rule of our sect is that you don't need to call me Master."
Jiang Nao looked confused, and then Tingfeng said unreasonably: "Do you think I have ever called Master Wang Xilou?"
"Okay, it seems not."
"This is the rule of our sect, you don't need to call me master." Feng Wuli's face was not red and his heart was not beating.
"Is that so?"
"Go back, I won't give it away."
Jiang Nao entered the school gate and looked back frequently. Watching the young man leave, she sat on the battery and looked this way. She smiled and waved.
Feng Wuli also waved to her.
