"That dancer in Clarion City, every story about her is a legend. Twenty years ago, when King Cheng came to the capital for the last time to report on his duties, it happened to be the parade ceremony for the dancer to enter the capital under the imperial edict. At that time Ah, the whole street was blocked, with flying flowers and jade trees, colorful silk lanterns, and men and women coming out to see the dancers on both sides of the road.
"King Cheng and his party were blocked in the road and could not move forward. His lieutenants wanted to go forward to open a way, but King Cheng stopped them.
"'Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world. The beauty on the float is in her youth, and her life is naturally like flowers. Why not if we make way for her?" After listening to what King Cheng said, his subordinates , did not step forward to stop it, but followed the dancer’s motorcade and waited until the float paraded in another direction before silently entering the palace."
Han Ling danced and imitated the dancer on the float. After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any response. He only heard a "click, click, click", then he frowned, put his hands on his hips and asked:
"Lao Shi, we're not friends anymore, why didn't you say a word?"
Shi Song threw the last piece of peanut cake into his mouth and leaned half of his body on the table, looking like a listless pig not afraid of boiling water: "Old Han, Old Han..."
Han Ling reached out and grabbed the snack box on the table - as he expected, not to mention peanut cakes, there wasn't even a larger peanut dregs in the box. It was as if it had been licked by stone pine.
This disgusting fantasy gave him goosebumps from top to bottom. Han Ling shouted "Evil!" and threw the box at Shi Song's face without hesitation.
"Brother is telling you a story, why don't you leave an empty box for him? I can't tell you how I feel after listening to it today, and you absolutely don't want to leave here."
Shi Song raised his head and looked at the plaque on the beam, furious: "But...Old Han...this is the guest room of my house."
Han Ling put his hands in coldly, not feeling that the away game had any restrictions on him.
"Old Han! No, Old Han! I have heard your story four times and told you my thoughts after listening to it four times." Shi Song was finally willing to stand up. He covered his head and tried hard to cover up his eyes full of tears. The sadness and indignation of "Dancing Girl, King Cheng, Float, Clarion City, Entering the Capital... I know them all by heart, and I really can't make them up after listening to them!"
Seemingly shocked by the momentary dullness on Han Ling's face, Shi Song swallowed and asked in a low voice, "How about you change the story?"
Han Ling waved his hand, his brows still furrowed, but not as irritable as before.
"Alas, I don't have any other stories, alas." He turned out the booklet with the stories in the storybook, and turned it from beginning to end, and then from end to end. Every page in the booklet was transcribed by his own hands. He was very familiar with every word and every correction.
Since that day, not a word has been changed or added to the book. After Zhuchen left, they never heard any new stories.
Even if Mr. Shang hangs a sign outside Xiangfu Tower to schedule a new play, and even if famous actors from Yucheng come to the opera house, without Zhu Chen to be with them, it always feels like something is missing.
"Tell me, when will Zhu Chen come back?"
"I don't know...sigh..."
"How long has she been gone?"
Shi Song propped his head and thought for a while: "Well, one month, two months, two months and - thirteen days, my God..."
The two people lay on the table and sighed in unison. The room fell into silence for a moment, but both of them knew that at this moment, a terrible thought was lingering in their minds——
Will Xu Zhuchen not come back?
There are tens of millions of people practicing martial arts in the world, and everyone knows that the five senses complement and promote each other when it comes to practicing martial arts. The more acute and developed the five senses are, the higher the understanding of martial arts will be, and the improvement of martial arts will also qualitatively improve the five senses. Because of this, in the initial stage of martial arts, if you lose one sense, it will definitely be a devastating blow to the martial arts practitioner.
There is no shortage of legends such as "blind monks" and "mute nuns" in the world, but most of them are seniors who have achieved great success in martial arts, and they are already famous, so they give people the impression that "physical disabilities do not affect martial arts practice". "Illusion. Just the changes in Xu Zhuchen's mood after losing his vision cannot be suppressed overnight, so how can he talk about his long-term martial arts career in the future?
What's more, even Mrs. Lan was helpless to deal with Zhuchen's blindness for unknown reasons. Can I really be cured if I go south to seek medical treatment this time?
The unpredictability weighed heavily on their hearts, making Han and Shi both breathless for a moment.
"Hey, Shi Song," Han Ling buried his head in his arms, his voice sounding like it was suffocating in cotton, "What if Zhu Chen can no longer practice martial arts?"
Shi Song replied without thinking: "It's okay, I'll practice hard, and so will you. We will both become heroes, and we will definitely be able to protect her."
Han Ling took out a hand, closed his eyes, and accurately hit Shi Song on the opposite side of the head.
"Use your brain -" his voice was drawn out, sounding a little angry, "put yourself in my shoes and think about it. If it were you and you were suddenly blind and unable to practice, what would you do? What would you hope? When Zhu Chen said this, did he mean to 'protect you for the rest of his life'?"
Shi Song was stunned for a moment and completely lost his voice.
The questions Han Ling raised were so heavy that both of them could think about them deeply.
From birth, their lives seem destined to follow the path of their parents. Practicing martial arts, choosing weapons that suit them, strictly controlling their sleep and practice time since childhood, learning martial arts from the best warriors in the world... all this also means that apart from practicing martial arts, they seem to have nothing to do. way out.
When there is a shortcut in life, it means that there is only one way in life.
What does it mean to practice martial arts? Support justice? Clean up injustice? change the world? It seems a little too early to think about this now. But if we don’t practice martial arts, will these problems be clear?
At least one thing is clear - even if they lose the possibility of learning martial arts, they will not be willing to live under the wings of others.
Han Ling stretched out his hand and rubbed Shi Song's head, as if to comfort him, and said, "Don't think about it. Otherwise, you can think about it first. When Zhu Chen comes back, what will you say to her first?"
This sentence gave Shi Song some encouragement for some reason. He raised his head suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, and his almond-shaped eyes flashed brightly: "I have thought about it! I have thought about it. When Zhu Chen comes back, I will say:' Zhuchen, while you were away, we went to eat a lot of new snacks and listened to a lot of new dialects!'"
Han Ling was caught off guard by his sudden excitement and had to get up after him: "No, others are just talking. Why are you so angry with your words?"
Shi Song was confused and said in confusion: "Don't lie to me, I, I think this opening statement is quite good, right?"
After Han Ling clenched his molars together and made a rather weird face: "Then please explain, why did you insist on mentioning the new snacks when Zhuchen was not here, and did you listen to the script? This is obviously a lie, right? ?”
Shi Song showed a proud smile: "Old Han, look, you don't understand!"
"When I mentioned dim sum, of course it was to interest Zhu Chen and let her ask: 'Which dim sum is it?', and we will take her to eat it again!
"As for the storybook, oh, isn't this just to make Zhuchen think that we are thinking about her! You see, even though she is not here, we still treat her as if she is around, go to the storybook and watch the show. It's so cordial and feels like home! Also, Old Han, after such a long time, Zhu Chen must have forgotten the stories you told before, so you can just tell them again."
The corners of Han Ling's mouth rose uncontrollably, and on top of the grimace, his entire handsome face was distorted. He shook his head, his neck made a "click-click" sound, and his white teeth were as sharp as weapons——
"Shi-song-, you are very brave, dare to slander my story-"
He clenched his fists together and was about to swing them out, but his whole body paused.
"Zhu Chen?"
Shi Song was ready to take a move from him, but when he heard him call out the word Zhuchen, he turned his head hurriedly, but saw nothing.
Almost at the same time, Han Ling's palm suddenly hit Shi Song's right shoulder. Shi Song couldn't dodge, so he simply gathered his energy on his shoulders, took his blow forcefully, and turned around to kick.
Although the interior was simple, there were some plant ornaments and the like, so both of them restrained their strength and did not dare to really use their inner strength.
If something were to be broken, He Xiang's anger would not be something anyone could bear.
Han Ling jumped up, avoided Shi Song's sweeping leg, and landed on the threshold. Before Shi Song got up, he stepped forward and kicked his legs straight towards Shi Song's chest.
But Shi Song exclaimed in a low voice: "Zhu Chen!"
Han Ling smiled brightly: "You still want to use my tricks against me? You have a great idea!" His offensive continued unabated, and his legs were fierce. Shi Song put his arms on his chest to relieve his strength and said anxiously: "It's really Zhu Chen! He's right behind you!"
Han Ling didn't believe it at all and quickly said: "Okay, you can still lie. If it were Zhu Chen, why didn't you say 'opening remarks'? Zhu Chen, during your absence, we not only went to eat a lot of new dishes For snacks, I also carried you on my back, listened to a lot of scripts, and watched a lot of new plays—ouch!!!”
Feeling a burning pain in his head, Han Ling turned around and saw a girl in white clothes and white hair standing outside the door with her back to the light. She had deep red eyes and the brightest smile on her face.
"You have grown up, Han Ling, you dare to say such things to me. It's really brave."
She crossed the threshold in one step, her long hair swaying in the wind, her eyes moving, and she clearly seemed to have regained her sight.
Her eyes finally stayed on the table, and her smile completely disappeared when she saw the peanut cake that had been kept intact.
"Have you finished eating all the snacks?" Xu Zhuchen pinched the joints of his hands and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You two, no one can escape today."
