Chapter 1407 Promise

Chu Zihang sat by the flower bed, which was beside the main tourist street here. It was a place for tired people to rest. He and Xia Mi ran wildly until they lost their way and then stopped.

Chu Zihang, whose bloodline had not yet fully recovered, asked to take a rest. Xia Mi happily found a place for him to sit and even went to help him buy water. Chu Zihang repeatedly reminded him not to get lost and come back early. He put his hands on his hips and muttered a few words to him, "Senior brother, you are very annoying," with an expression that looked at the old woman, and then blended into the crowd.

Chu Zihang sat quietly on the flower bed, with the sheath of Xiuchundao lying beside him. He stretched out his hand and touched his heart to feel the heartbeat returning to normal speed. He originally thought that his body would not be able to bear it, but he didn't expect it now. Unexpectedly, the physical characteristics gradually stabilized, and the dragon blood in the blood vessels gradually recovered. I have to say that some of the orthodox methods are really wonderful.

He noticed a few special eyes in the crowd that occasionally looked towards him. When he tried to lock onto them, those eyes disappeared like snow into the sea.

He just pretends that those people don't exist, because if he doesn't make up his mind to do something, those people will never appear in front of him.

And when those people show up, it’s a scene no one wants to see.

Chu Zihang looked at the people laughing and chatting on the street, couples, couples, and strangers, carrying palace lanterns and walking in the streets surrounded by ancient buildings. In the distance, there were lion and dragon performances, and fire-breathing artists. From time to time, it caused applause and cheers from passers-by. It seems that this night will last for a long time, and this beauty will be forever recorded in people's memories and photos.

But he knew very well that all this was much more fragile than it seemed. To be able to cut open this beautiful scroll, he only needed to unsheath the sharp blade of the embroidered spring knife beside him. In just an instant, everything would shatter like the moon in the water. crack.

Then the tide of blood and death flooded everything that could be contained in the eye sockets.

In the crowd, the golden-red figure appeared again. It was Xia Mi. She walked over with two cups of tea. She was a sight to behold with her elegant demeanor, but the two cups of milk tea in her hands seemed different from her outfit. Compared with the gorgeous makeup of her mother-in-law, she walked up to Chu Zihang with dignity, held her head high, handed him one of the glasses generously, and hummed in a nasal voice, "My dear, thank you." your!"

Chu Zihang took the milk tea, inserted the tube and took a sip. There was a refreshing fragrance in her mouth, but it was more of a milky taste. She didn't know where she got this strange drink.

"Dongting Biluochun flavored milk tea, the emperor and concubines in the Qing Dynasty were not so lucky! It's so valuable. I spent my last forty-three yuan and fifty cents on it, so it's an advantage for you!"

Xia Mi hummed and straightened her skirt and sat next to Chu Zihang. She raised her hand to support the phoenix crown on her head, straightened the Xia Pei in front of her shoulders, and sat upright as if she were sitting on a dragon chair. She also conveniently took out the straw without inserting it. He handed the milk tea to the boy beside him and said with dignity, "Here, put a straw in for me."

Chu Zihang tore off the plastic film of the straw, inserted the straw for her and handed it to her.

Xia Mi took a sip of milk tea, feeling the sweetness of milk, honey and Biluochun spreading in her mouth, and her happy eyes narrowed into a thin line. After thinking about it later, he found that Chu Zihang beside him was drinking milk tea without saying a word. He gently turned the elbow of the crimson embroidered gold-sleeved robe to the boy and asked, "Senior Brother, why did you change your personality in the blink of an eye?" , I thought you were going to nag me for spending money on something unexplainable, are you really angry with me?"

Chu Zihang shook his head and said nothing, just quietly watching the flow of people passing by.

Xia Mi followed Chu Zihang's line of sight and saw a family of three who were all dressed in ancient costumes. His father was wearing the clothes of a scholar, and his mother was dressed like a lady from ancient times, or a young scholar. The young son was sitting on his father's shoulder, and the "ears" of the No. 1 Scholar's hat kept shaking as he shook his head. The mother beside him was laughing so hard.

"That's great." Xia Mi said.

Chu Zihang's eyes fell on the girl next to him, and he actually saw genuine envy in her eyes. It was an undisguised longing and longing for family and love, which made him feel a little dazed. Could this girl be touched by such a scene? He couldn't tell whether this was an expression of true feelings or an involuntary performance.

"It seems like Senior Brother Lin Nian and the others have worked really hard." Xia Mi suddenly sighed.

"What?"

"I mean, compared to us." Xia Mi stuck out his tongue, "Senior Brother Lin Nian and the others probably don't know which dangerous battlefield they are fighting to the death in, but we are fishing here to participate in the garden party. There is always a kind of conscience. a feeling of."

"Just do your own thing well." Chu Zihang said.

"What should we do now is to flee? Zhengtong has probably been chasing us. As long as he can't catch up with us, he can't hold us hostage and cause trouble to Senior Brother Lin Nian and the others." Xia Mi waved his fist. "Although the orthodox guys don't know what they are plotting, they must have bad intentions. They tricked us into visiting their secret base. They wanted to put us under house arrest there to put pressure on Senior Brother Lin Nian and the others! Fortunately, I'm smart. Witfully escaped with my senior brother."

Was it really not me who took you out?

Chu Zihang recalled how Xia Mi was so dizzy and couldn't find the way when he escaped from the Forbidden City. They were obviously going to Xihua Gate, but she dragged herself to the Qianqing Palace.

Sitting next to Chu Zihang, Xia Mi kept talking bad things about orthodoxy. It's not good here, and it's not good there. Although it looks like a good job, it's really bad underneath. Even orthodox people can't be trusted. , especially Li Qiuluo, who looks like a man of five and six, but he might be harboring some bad intentions behind his back.

In fact, what Xia Mi said is correct if you think about it carefully. When he escaped from the Forbidden City, he briefly reunited with Lin Nian. The other party brought several shocking news. In addition to the approaching decisive battle in the Nibelungs, there were also five major clans. The information about the assassination of the president - the other party named Li Qiuluo as the conspiracy mastermind. If converted to the secret party, it was the head of the executive department who planned the death of the school board of directors. It was a bombshell that would make anyone confused after hearing it.

Xia Mi swore to Chu Zihang that the first time she saw Li Qiuluo, she felt that she had a growth in the back of her head, but she didn't expect that the rebound would happen so fast. The five major clan heads were the first to suffer, and there might be some conspiracy next. Heading towards the Secret Party and them, if you meet her in the future, you have to take a detour, or ask Senior Brother Lin Nian to come up and give her two spindles to let her know the principles of life!

Xia Mi spoke very indignantly, as if she was venting her anger, but her words were not unreasonable.

Chu Zihang quietly looked at this lively and lively girl hidden in the majestic red robe and haori. It was really difficult for him to connect the person in front of him with the alarmist existence that the woman said. She was so good, as if he was born to be her junior sister. Her smiling face was engraved in his memory. He read that page countless times, and every time, new feelings and emotions bubbled up from the bottom of the water.

Strictly speaking, he and Xia Mi didn't know each other for a long time, just less than half a year, but they seemed like friends from a long time ago. They glanced at each other and every move was so in tune. If he had known each other before, If he really knew such a girl, why would he never have the complicated emotions that Lin Nian asked him on the phone?

"Senior brother, why are you staring at me?" I don't know how much Xia Mi said and how long it took. She suddenly looked at Chu Zihang who was in a state of confusion with a smile. From her perspective, Chu Zihang was staring at her. Her face was in a daze, as if she was caught in that beautiful makeup and eyes.

Her tone when she woke him up was also very teasing, full of teasing and teasing, just like the boy at the same table who she caught peeking at her in high school.

"Have we known each other before?" Chu Zihang finally asked the question.

"Why do you ask that?" Xia Mi paused slightly after hearing this question and looked at Chu Zihang curiously.

Chu Zihang looked at her, looked at her seriously, looked at the black hair hanging from the ears to the corners of the bright red mouth, looked at the young girl's cheeks that were plain in those years hidden under the makeup, and the red robe wrapped in The thin calves that were hanging up, those past memories kept floating up in the undercurrent, trying to break through the rapids and return to the sunshine on the surface of the water.

He was at a loss for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes, as if he was sure of something.

"We've known each other before," Chu Zihang said, "when we were in Shilan Middle School."

His voice was very soft, with some relief, as if after the glacier melted, the past self frozen in it opened its eyes.

He finally knew what the familiar smell he had been smelling on Xia Mi was. It was the smell of past memories, the scent of sunshine and gardenia flowers hidden in that summer a few years ago.

Young children always like to use soda, sunshine and summer vacation to locate the past time. In Chu Zihang's heart, the anchor point that symbolizes that time is nothing more than that light, beautiful, graceful shadow figure and figure. The smell, that scent of gardenia mixed with sweat and sunshine.

It was a unique aura that belonged to Xia Mi.

The fragrance of gardenia blows like a mountain breeze through the hills of memory, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers all over the mountain and the white silhouette of the girl on the top of the hill in the sun. Her figure is slender, her neck is slender, and her legs are also so slender, Lightly spinning in the sea of ​​memories, dancing, dancing the ballet dance of the student days, singing familiar melodies.

He remembered that in the deepest corner of the degaussed hard drive, those memories that would never be deleted were read and written again, because they were the fragments chewed over and over in the deepest part of the dream in countless dreams, and they would never be deleted. It will not disappear, even if it is once arbitrarily erased by the tide, it will eventually remain after being rewritten persistently by the barefoot boy on the beach.

The boy in the past must have loved that memory and regarded it as the most reluctant experience in life, so he stubbornly reminded Chu Zihang again and again that you once met a girl, please don't forget it without permission. she.

"Senior brother, you are right. I thought you couldn't remember it until the end." Xia Mi turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang, looking at the boy with a somewhat surprised and intriguing look, "We are junior high school classmates. , but then I transferred to another school, but you remembered me! I thought you never remembered me!"

"I just forgot." Chu Zihang said.

But why would I forget? That memory is now coming up like boiling bubbles. They grew up together, they are classmates.

That girl used to be the cheerleader of the basketball team and the leader of the dance troupe of Shilan Middle School. The boys followed her, cheered for her and went crazy for her, but her favorite thing to do was to face that girl on the edge of the basketball court. The sweaty, silent boy cheered and clapped.

The huge sycamore tree was planted in the courtyard. The cicadas outside were chirping vigorously. A cool breeze was creeping over the window edge of the cabin under the tree. His pencil rustled on the paper. Behind him was a silent dance, black swan spins.

The breeze blew through her neck and lifted up a few strands of hair, which were covered with crystal moist sweat. Her skin was as delicate as a baby hidden under the black tights, just like the soil burying spring buds that have not yet fully gestated.

He had been sitting in that room in the corner of his memory for so long. Every time he stood up and looked back, he could not find that figure. He was left alone in the whole room, empty. He wanted to call her name, and he woke up from the dream. There are still traces of her name on my lips and teeth, but the memory has dissipated like bubbles.

But this time, he remembered the name and everything.

A large group of wild horses ran through the sea of ​​flowers in memory, and the horse hooves trampled the petals into pieces, and the strong wind blew up into the dazzling blue sky.

"Xia Mi," he said.

"Senior brother, I'm here." Xia Mi beside him answered him leisurely.

The blurry figure, the graceful dancing posture, and the smell of gardenias all overlapped together and turned into the girl sitting next to him.

Chu Zihang looked at the girl, and the girl looked at him seriously.

"I thought you would never remember me, senior brother." Xia Mi sighed, "When I saw you again in Chicago, you didn't recognize me. It really made me feel sad!"

"Why didn't you take the initiative to say it?" Chu Zihang asked softly.

"If I say this kind of thing first, it will appear that I have no background, okay!" Xia Mi bared his teeth and shook his fist, not happy with Chu Zihang's incomprehensible style, "Even if I have to mention it, it's best for you to mention it first, senior brother. Well! Even if you tell me whether we have met before, I will tell you generously that I am your junior high school classmate! Then let you think carefully about the details of the past! If you have to tell me, we have been together before! Are you satisfied with the aquarium, watching movies together, and doing homework together?"

She raised her head and complained in an interesting and funny way about the incomprehensible amorous feelings of Chu Zihang next to her, explaining why she had to hide that past. Every sentence she said made sense. The boy just listened without refuting.

"Is that so?" Chu Zihang nodded.

The biggest doubt in his mind was lifted. Sure enough, he had known Xia Mi a long time ago. Xia Mi had been observing him a long time ago.

"Oh! Straight man!"

Xia Mi sighed, huddled in the gorgeous clothes, and squinted at the bright lights on the street, "Why did you suddenly think of this? Is it possible that senior brother finally became enlightened because of my beauty?" , so you can’t help but make some connections to pave the way for your bold statement next? If so, then I will sentence you to death, senior brother!”

"No, I just remembered it suddenly." Chu Zihang said.

Then he fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say next.

He didn't speak, and neither did Xia Mi. They just sat there, side by side with him. The distance between the two of them was very close, so close that they could smell each other's scents. They were complex and twisted, quiet and peaceful, blending into each other. Erosion seems to be a battle to determine the outcome.

"What are you going to do next, senior brother?" Xia Mi asked, squinting at the crowd.

"I don't know." Chu Zihang said. After a moment, he looked up at the bustling street scene and repeated, "I don't know."

"Then guess what I want to do?" Xia Mi asked.

Chu Zihang didn't speak. He placed his right hand gently on the scabbard of the Xiuchun Knife. The long knife lying on the green lawn and soil was silently grinding the soil.

Xia Mi paused for a while, then suddenly grinned and said, "Actually, I don't know what to do!"

Chu Zihang looked at her.

"Just like senior brother, I can't do anything now. I am only responsible for taking care of senior brother, and then everything will be left to fate." Xia Mi looked at the dark moonless sky and shrugged, "Senior Brother Lin Nian and Lu Ming The non-senior brothers are all fighting in the Nibelungs, and the battle situation must be very anxious. Who knows whether they can fight to the end and end everything?"

She said, "If there is a script, then the two of us are probably outside the script now. Nothing can interfere with the performance of the script. Only when the performance is over can we stand up and applaud for the different ending choices. Or wipe away tears with heartbreak and heartbreak.”

"So." Chu Zihang said.

"So, since there is nothing we can do, we might as well do nothing." Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang, smiled, and said enigmatically, "As outsiders, just watch the show quietly. We will talk about it after the show is over." How about other things?"

Chu Zihang looked at her, was quiet for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

"good."

This is a promise. No one knows what this promise actually promises, but both Chu Zihang and Xia Mi are willing to abide by this promise.

His fingers loosened slightly from the scabbard in the dirt.

Xia Mi smiled and wanted to say something to Chu Zihang, but at this moment, she suddenly raised her head without warning and glanced at the deep black sky in the distance.

"Look over there!" Xia Mi suddenly pointed to the crowd in the distance. Chu Zihang looked over and saw the fire-breathing artist standing on the top of the stacked benches, breathing fire. The fire dragon flew towards the sky and disappeared into sparks. The boy on the man's shoulder blushed.

When Chu Zihang looked into the distance, Xia Mi stared at the boy's face in silence for a while, her lips moved slightly, and she seemed to say something, but Chu Zihang didn't hear it clearly, which became something he couldn't let go of for a long time in the future.

She stared at the boy for a long time, with a strange expression on her face, as if she wanted to laugh, but also seemed a little sad.

Finally, she suddenly said with a smile, "Brother, do you want to go to the toilet?"

Chu Zihang turned his eyes and shook his head gently. He had only taken one or two sips of the milk tea in his hand, and he didn't want to go to the toilet so soon. Xia Mi's milk tea was obviously finished, and the girl soon paid the corresponding price for the momentary pleasure!

"Wait for me for a while, I'll be back in a while, and you must wait for me here." Xia Mi stared at Chu Zihang and instructed.

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded.

He watched Xia Mi run far away in the direction of the crowd and looked at the girl's back.

For some reason, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that the girl would be swallowed by the black tide and washed away by the crowd.

So, this might be the last time he saw this girl.

Chu Zihang suddenly stood up and wanted to follow Xia Mi. There was no reason, he just wanted to follow her.

But at this moment, the whole world suddenly fell into darkness without any warning!

A roar sounded, like an angry dragon swimming under the earth.

No one knew what happened. The roar spread under the ground. In the darkness, everyone screamed and squatted on the ground in panic. Only Chu Zihang stood straight in place, holding the scabbard tightly in his hand, and frantically looking for the figure who left with the light provided by the sparse palace lanterns.

Soon, the vibration stopped. At the same time, he and everyone on the ground heard a shrill roar. It didn't sound like a beast or a human roar. It was so sad and painful that it resounded through the sky of the entire dark city in the landslide. Just listening to it made you feel that your soul was resonating and trembling.

In front of the quaint shop that had fallen into darkness, Li Qiuluo sat on the steps next to the stone lions, playing with the empty medicine bottle in her hand. Frightened people crowded around her. She turned her head, and her dark golden eyes looked at the faint light at the end of the crowd.

Only a few people understood what had happened.

Somewhere in this world, the performance of fate had entered its finale without any sign.