Although the four of them were playing cards downstairs, Nan Dao was not affected much. He returned to the third floor, closed the door tightly, and fell asleep peacefully.
Nan Dao still woke up very early and walked downstairs to find that the card game had ended.
The other three people had already left the library. The one who had glanced at each other with Nan Dao last night was still there, sleeping quietly on the card table.
Nan Dao walked by holding an umbrella, opened the library door and took a look, then walked back and poked the girl on the shoulder.
The girl woke up in a daze, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, squinted her eyes sleepily, looked at Nan Dao and said, "What's wrong?"
"It's almost dawn."
Nan Dao pointed to the ajar door.
The girl woke up with a start, took out a comb from her arms, combed her hair casually twice, and ran out the door.
"It's over, it's over. This morning is Mr. Zeng's class. If you are late, you will have to deduct credits."
The girl ran out in a hurry, forgetting to take the money on the table.
Just as Nan Dao was about to clean up for her, the girl poked her head out of the door again, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Please collect the money for me, thank you."
Then he left in a hurry.
Nan Dao helplessly put the money into the counter at the door, and then went out. When walking on the road, he bumped into Chen He who was also walking towards this side in a daze. He had not forgotten to put Nan Dao's money in the counter. Get the broom.
There was no mole, and the two made a deal on the bamboo forest path.
Chen He went to the library, and Nan Dao took a broom and started sweeping the floor.
Today I went outside from the library.
So when Nan Dao swept over to Jingsi Lake, Qiu Xi'er was reading a book there. When he saw Nan Dao coming, he didn't say anything. Nan Dao swept the fallen flowers on the ground and looked at Qiu Xi'er.
"Today is March 13th?"
Qiu Xi'er looked at the book and suddenly asked.
Nan Dao thought for a moment and replied: "Yes, sir."
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything else, as if she just remembered it suddenly, and seemed to be reminding Nan Dao of something.
After Nan Dao finished sweeping the forest path, a faint morning light was already shining down. He looked up towards Qiu Xi'er. The woman in the white dress from Mojian Cliff was quietly bathing in the spring light at the head of the corridor.
Nan Dao walked over with a broom and sat down on the side. The floor of the corridor was paved with gray stone slabs, and it was cold when he sat on it.
Just like the feeling of the woman next to me.
But Nan Dao felt that she must treat him differently.
After sitting aside for a long time, Qiu Xi'er didn't chase him away.
Nan Dao looked at the Jingsi Lake that was already reflecting the morning light. He hesitated for a while and said, "Sir, do you still remember what I said that day?"
Qiu Xi'er looked down at the book and didn't answer.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "What do you think, sir?"
Qiu Xi'er raised her head, looked at Nan Dao, and said calmly: "Just look at it like this."
Nan Dao smiled and said, "Sir, aren't you curious why I said I was about to die?"
Qiu Xi'er put away the scroll in her hand and put it aside. She walked towards the lakeside and stopped at the lakeside. The autumn water broke through the glimmering spring water and fell into her hand.
Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er curiously, not knowing what she was going to do.
Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake with her sword in hand, and her sword intent spurted out, like water flowing on a high cliff, flowing endlessly and fiercely. However, the man holding the sword himself is peaceful.
The light of the spring morning seemed to shine for a moment.
It took Nandao a while to realize that it was not the light of spring.
It's sword light.
A woman dressed in white stands in the forest. The autumn water in her hand exudes a faint coldness and is constantly dancing in the woman's hand. The sword is in her hand and the sword flower is dancing gracefully, like a white butterfly flying into the forest.
There was silence beside the lake, only the sound of the sword cutting through the air could be heard.
Nan Dao looked at the woman in the forest with fascination.
The sword dance gradually became faster and faster, and Nan Dao could hardly see where the people were and where the sword was.
The wind began to blow in the forest. It was the wind coming from the sword, blowing countless white flowers and falling.
The figure of the woman in the white dress gradually slowed down, with her back to Nan Dao, she held a sword in her arms, then suddenly bent back and stabbed Nan Dao with her sword.
Nan Dao looked at the long sword exuding coldness that stopped in front of him, and what came with it was Qiu Xi'er's cold voice.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said softly: "This is sir's sword, so I'm not afraid."
Qiu Xi'er sheathed her sword, stood in front of Nan Dao, and said calmly: "You are not afraid, not because this is my sword, but because you yourself are not afraid."
Nan Dao fell silent, thinking about that time in the past when he was holding a wine bottle and an umbrella, watching the rain and snow in the small town.
I also remembered myself wiping tears outside Xiaozhuyuan.
Of course he was afraid of death.
But it doesn’t seem that scary.
I just don't want to die like this.
Qiu Xi'er looked back at the flowers falling all over the forest, and said slowly: "Flowers will fall, and people will die. I never asked, that's how it is."
"Then why are you still willing to teach me how to learn the sword?"
"You can't think about what's behind you when you're alive. Thinking about those things is a meaningless existence." Qiu Xi'er looked down at the autumn water in her hands and said softly, "It's better to think about what will happen today than to think about the spring and autumn of thousands of years."
Nan Dao sat silently under the eaves of the corridor.
"I think you should know better than me about seizing the day, otherwise you wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
Qiu Xi'er spoke very calmly, as if it was just an ordinary trivial matter under the moonlight that night.
Nan Dao turned his head, looking very ashamed.
"Death or life, let's wait until today." Qiu Xi'er walked into the corridor with her sword in hand, sat down on the corridor chair with many white flowers, lowered her head and opened the book. "Come practice swordsmanship in the afternoon."
"Okay, sir."
Nan Dao stood up and left Jingsi Lake dragging his broom.
Qiu Xi'er raised her head, silently looked at the young man's leaving figure, lowered her head again, and read a book for a long time.
Only to find that the book was held upside down.
Nan Dao came back from boiling hot water at Wenhua Courtyard and stood at the door for a while, hesitating whether to go to the library or go to Qingniu Courtyard to listen to the sermons by the gentlemen.
Then he saw Mr. Mei walking in from the alley leading a little boy.
"Mr. Mei, are you back?" Nan Dao was a little surprised. Who gave him the most comfortable feeling in Xuanxu Courtyard was undoubtedly Li Taimei.
Mr. Mei looked at Nan Dao and smiled, then looked down at the five or six-year-old boy and said, "This is your Nan Dao brother."
The little boy whispered, "Brother Nandao".
Nan Dao touched the little boy's head, looked at Mr. Mei and said, "Mr. Mei, is your son?"
Mr. Mei nodded, looked at the little boy and said, "You and Brother Nandao will play here for a while. I'll go to your Uncle Xie for something."
The little boy nodded obediently, then walked to Nan Dao, lowering his head and playing with his fingers.
Nan Dao then gave up his previous thoughts, took the little boy's hand, looked at Mr. Mei who was walking into the courtyard, and said, "When will you come back? I will go to listen to the sermon later."
Mr. Mei turned back, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Then you can take him there too."
"Is this okay?"
"You have been rejected, so you are still hanging around there, let alone others."
Mr. Mei said angrily.
Nan Dao touched his head and thought that it was indeed the case.
Then he looked at the little boy beside him and said with a smile, "What's your name?"
"Li Die."
Good guy, why are you still swearing?
The little boy probably knew that the name was a bit strange, so he thought about it and explained: "It is the butterfly of Butterfly."
Nan Dao said with a smile: "I know."
The two of them squatted at the gate of Xuanshuyuan and chatted casually.
"Brother Nandao, why are you holding an umbrella all the time?"
Li Die looked at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand and asked in confusion.
Nan Dao looked up at the umbrella and said, "Because my health is not very good and I will get sick if I get caught in the rain or something, so I keep holding an umbrella."
"oh."
The little boy Li Die lowered his head thoughtfully.
Mr. Mei went away for a long time and did not come back. Nan Dao thought about it and took Li Die to Qingniuyuan.
Many students recognized Li Die along the way.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Mei's son?"
"It seems so. It looks a bit higher than last year."
"Would you like to take him to play cards?" The man who spoke was punched by his friend.
"Be careful, Mr. Mei wants to settle a score with you."
"Ha ha ha ha."
...
The two of them walked to the lecture platform. Unexpectedly, Yun Hu was talking about his road to the School of Mathematics and Physics. Nan Dao felt his head hurt when he heard it, so he took Li Die to Zhang Xiaoyu's side.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have regained his true nature and was chatting about his card table results on the pulpit.
The students below were drowsy after listening to it.
After all, everyone knows Zhang Dianpao.
Nan Dao and Li Die sat under the apricot tree. After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu stopped bragging and began to teach the students how to practice swordsmanship.
Nan Dao listened very carefully. He thought that Li Die would doze off. He turned around and took a look, only to find that this kid was listening intently with his eyes open.
Could he be a swordsman genius?
Nan Dao thought to himself.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaoyu ended his lecture and lazily walked towards the South Island, dragging his teaching sword with him.
"I'm so tired. I finally understand why the senior brothers don't come here to make money."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over weakly.
Nan Dao asked curiously: "Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said: "Because we are all geniuses, Master can teach us whatever he wants and doesn't care. When you come to teach here, you have to explain it to them bit by bit so that they can get a general idea."
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with admiration.
"Senior brother, you are still good at pretending."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled proudly, then looked at Li Die next to Nan Dao, who had been staring at him, and said, "Where did this kid come from?"
"He is Mr. Mei's son. Mr. Mei has something to do. Please let me take care of him."
"Can he play cards?"
"...."
Li Die said, "I can learn."
Nan Dao hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "This is not a good idea for school."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Li Die with a smile and said, "Why do you want to learn to play cards?"
Li Die broke free from Nan Dao's hand, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Because I want to learn swordsmanship."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly fell silent, looked at Li Die and said, "Who taught you to say that?"
Li Die thought for a while and said, "My father."
Nan Dao listened to the conversation between the two with some confusion.
He seemed to understand something, but he seemed to understand nothing.
