Bridegroom of the God of Light

On April 1221, the Year of the Sun, the capital of the Enlightened Kingdom, Jingming City, Jingming time 4:05:46

On the spacious and flat road, a few sporadic cars were galloping, because the road was empty, they were unimpeded, and their speed seemed to be able to catch up with the train.

The sky was gray, and the light gray clouds were piled together, like cotton wool stained with dust, shrouding the whole city in darkness and tranquility.

In Weilong District, where land is expensive and expensive, only a few restaurants are still open, and occasionally yawning overtime workers come in and out, all of them have big dark circles and thick bags under the eyelids, and they look haggard. , like the dangling zombies in film and television works.

However, the flashing blue notebooks they held in one hand, together with a glass of steaming Cocoa Molishuang in the other hand, proved to the world that they were just the most popular among all living beings in this metropolis. A small and simple member.

On the big screen in Times Square, the new commercials of popular singers were played, but because he was still in the magic ban, he was praised by the world, and the fans' crazy and graceful voice was silenced, coupled with exaggerated facial expressions, it looked like It's a funny pantomime.

In a red taxi on the street, a young boy sitting on the right seat behind the car is wearing a white unilateral earphone. His eyes move to the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window. Because the environment is too quiet, he faintly speaks A male voice came out, and from the words that popped out, one could guess that what he was listening to was Jingming 7's "Historical Studies".

Accompanied by the clicking sound of the time-space tower, the landmark building in Jingming City, the hour, minute, and second hands landed at exactly 6:00.

The sun that was originally hiding broke through the thick clouds at this moment, and the golden light sprinkled on the statue of the God of Light at the top of the Space-Time Tower, and the sleeping city seemed to be awakened at the same time.

I wanted to chat all the time, but the taxi driver who was unable to chat because the customers were very quiet when they came up finally found a topic: "The traffic lights have started to work, I have to slow down now, otherwise it will be a trivial matter to be photographed and fined. Dividing is troublesome."

As a world-class metropolis with 1230 million permanent residents and 3500 million migrants, Jingming City, except for the suburbs, is not new to long-term congestion, whether it is on the ground or in the civil aviation field.Starting at 7:[-], this road in Weilong District is impassable all year round.

Especially tomorrow, April 4st, is the first day of school for students across the country. The peak time for students returning to school, not to mention 1 o'clock, during this time period, traffic jams will start at 7:6 o'clock.

For this kind of local people, this kind of topic about people's livelihood can always resonate, but the young boy still doesn't say a word.

Boys of this age may prefer to rely on silence to maintain a force, so they have been silent.

At this time, the driver encountered the first red light on the road. When he stopped, he couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror again.

In the bright mirror, the young passenger is still looking out of the window quietly. The space in the car is limited, and his slender legs are forced to bend slightly in an awkward posture, but even this is not a very good-looking posture. He gave people the overall feeling of being upright and elegant, giving people the feeling that this child has outstanding tutoring.

Under the orange light, the boy's long and thick eyelashes seemed to be shining.The driver has been in this business for more than ten years. At the foot of the imperial city, he has driven more than a dozen big stars, and none of them are more handsome than this kid.

It's just that his complexion is as cold as jade, and his light brown pupils don't have any warmth, as if they were delicate puppets placed in a store.

If it weren't for the breathing of two people in the car, he would have suspected that the person who came up was not a living person.

In a bustling metropolis like Jingming, undead should not appear.

The boy didn't speak, but the chattering driver seemed to have opened up the conversation box, and continued to find topics: "Are you a foreigner?"

This topic was obviously not very good. The driver was a little embarrassed, and continued to ask and answer: "I guess it should be a local. The coat in your bag is the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. No. [-] Middle School is a good school. My son He is also a sixth-grade student in the elementary department, and the school he most yearns for is No. [-] Middle School..."

The male student whose eyes were fixed on the garden in the middle of the street looked back, and finally said the second sentence after getting on the bus: "The light is green."

The boy's age is in the period of voice change. His voice is not as clear as a teenager's, nor is it as soft and hoarse as a child's.

But the voice is also slightly hoarse. Generally, boys of this age, including the driver's youngest son, speak with a drake voice, harsh like a broken gong, but this young boy's speech seems to be low and melodious. Famous musical instruments, plucking the strings lightly, the lingering sound curls around the beam endlessly.

The same person has different fate, the driver expressed such emotion, a little surprised that he can use such literary adjectives in his life.

At this time, he finally noticed the "beep" sound of the car owner behind him beeping the horn.

"Sorry, sorry." The vehicle restarted again and merged into the bustling convoy.

At 7:01 Beijing time, the vehicle stopped on the road opposite the school gate.

"Chenghui, a total of 181.7 stars."

A fair and delicate hand handed out a black crystal traffic card, touched it on the small machine next to the meter in the car, and a soft female voice immediately sounded in the car: Di, the deduction was successful.

The driver heaved a sigh of relief, and pressed the switch of the trunk. He was usually a rough man, and specially explained to the young passenger: "The Seventh Middle School is strict, and the school does not allow foreign vehicles to enter, so I parked on the opposite side of the road. .”

"I'll do it myself." The young passenger, who was silent all the way, rejected the driver's kindness, and walked towards the school gate with his suitcase, which looked large and heavy, but was actually light.

Jingming No. [-] Middle School, full name Jingming City No. [-] Secondary School of Magic, is the best secondary school in Jingming City, or even in the entire Enlightened Country.

The driver didn't leave, and looked at the brilliant blue irises blooming on the school gate sculpture for a while, before turning around and heading back.

It was still early when he came, and when he left, the road was jammed with all kinds of luxury cars. When he looked up, he could still see all kinds of aircraft densely packed above him, a gorgeous magic carpet that took up space.

Occasionally, there are a few magic brooms that crawl around in the gaps. Even if it is a magic broom, the driver will know the colorful and flawless flames sprayed out from the back of the broom, as well as the radiant gems inlaid on it. It is definitely a high-end product that he would not be willing to buy even after driving a taxi all his life.

But at this time, these people, like him, were blocked here. At this time, it seemed that all living beings were equal.

The driver glanced at the endless convoy, because the literary and artistic ideas generated by the magnificent buildings quickly dissipated, and he would not have accepted the order if he knew it. up.

The young boy who got off the taxi walked to the school gate and took out a bunch of keys from the pocket of his blue and white school uniform jacket. He said it was a bunch of keys, but in fact there were only two keys, one long and one short.

Seventh Middle School is a boarding school, divided into quadruple rooms and double rooms according to age.

Grades 1-3 in the middle school are young and need to take care of each other, living in a quadruple room, while Grades 4-6 need more space to put their learning equipment and live in a double room.

The long one is the room key, and the short one is the key to the locker. A blue metal card is hung on the keychain. It is different from the cards in other students' hands that are wrapped in various sleeves. The one in his hand is from What it looks like when the school sends it out is what it looks like now.

The card was pasted on the card reader at the height of half a person for a second, and the headmaster of the No. [-] Middle School's powerful voice sounded: Chu Hengyang, a fourth-grade student in the middle school, approved it.

Although most of the students studying in the No. [-] Middle School are either rich or expensive, their faces were born by their parents. In addition, the No. [-] Middle School strictly forbids children to dress up like adults. This boy who walked over seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Although he didn't cast eyes on anyone from the beginning to the end, there were a lot of people who paid attention to him in a short period of time.

The boy who had just been promoted from the elementary school to the middle school grabbed the hem of the father's clothes who accompanied him, and said with a look of envy and yearning: "Dad, can I become like him after I enter this school?"

The boy's parents glanced at Chu Hengyang's back, opened their mouths for a long time, and said lovingly to their child: "Yes, after entering this school, you will definitely become as good as your predecessors."

The ability is good, but the face is not good, but this kind of cruel reality that adults understand, there is no need to tell children.

The magician who was in charge of enrolling the new students looked up at the parents of the students: "Your child will never be like him in this lifetime."

The boy opened his mouth and his eyes turned red.

He is only ten years old this year, and he has always been a leader among his peers. This is the first time he has received such severe denial and blow.But he still has the backbone of a little man, but the water mist formed, and the tears swirled stubbornly, but they didn't flow from his eyes.

The magician went on to say: "That child has no magical power, and he will never be able to enter the higher education department in his life. In the future, he will only be able to sweep the streets, move bricks and do some hard work. Would you like to become like him?"

Think about the days I have seen in a house without magic power. The little boy swallowed his crying hiccups abruptly, and his head shook like a phantom, because the tears that fell uncontrollably flew out: "Don't Forget it, I will be admitted to the Imperial Academy of Magic in the future!"

"Good boy, have ambition." The magician with beautiful blue hair smiled gently, "Put your hand on this."

The Sorcerer's Stone, which is in charge of monitoring qualifications, lights up with azure blue light, pure and clear.

"Water class A, first grade, class one, get the dormitory key, the next one, No. 51 Long Ziche, parents of Long Ziche, please come to the front..."

At this moment, Chu Hengyang, who was being talked about, dragged his suitcase and finally arrived at the new dormitory where he was promoted to the fourth grade.

He opened the door of Room 808 with a long key, and a mess of clothes and socks was piled up on his bed. The textbooks brought over at the end of last semester were like waste paper, and were thrown by the trash can at the door.