[Comprehensive] Those years when I memorized the Analects of Confucius

How far is the husband?

After lunch, Kong Yun, who didn't know that he could be said to have been targeted, sat down in the lounge by the window with the letter in his arms.

Ernie and Justin, who came back with him, showed a somewhat dull look when they watched him walk by naturally, until Kong Yun sat down on the chair and spread the letter on the wooden table, Ernie Respond immediately.He didn't dare to approach, so he had to stand by and call him nervously: "Yun!"

Ernie's voice was tense, even palpably frightened.Aware of this, Kong Yun turned to look at him with puzzlement in his eyes.

"That's the seat of Senior Diggory." Ernie said quickly, he was still very nervous, which made him a little incoherent: "No, what I mean is——Only Senior Digory can sit here …no…"

"Listen, Yun!" Justin's expression was very serious. He was not as frightened as Ernie, but his stammering tone still revealed the uneasiness in his heart: "The magical plant behind you is dangerous! So far So far, the only one who can sit next to it without getting hurt is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The magical plant that he described as "very dangerous" bent its petals, like some kind of well-behaved dog animal, and rubbed Kong Yun's white fingers affectionately. This kind of coquettish gesture made him smile : "You mean Doreen?" His eyes softened, and his expression softened: "She's very cute."

But, cute...?

For Ernie, who happened to witness this pot of "cute" swallowing a bird that was twice her size, he sincerely rejected the term "cute", but at this moment, they had to Admittedly, at least in front of Kong Yun, this ferocious piranha does look a lot like "cute", just like...

"It's like being in front of Senior Digory." Justin was the first to react, and he boldly approached a little closer, carefully observing the plants in the pot: "Senior Digory also calls her what is her name?" Lin, he told us that Doreen means 'God's gift'..."

Eh?

"Senior Diggory has been taking care of this potted flower before." Ernie seemed to have recovered from his fear, he still didn't dare to approach her, but looked at Kong Yun with admiration: "Everyone is afraid to approach her... "

As soon as he said this, Kong Yun realized that in the lively Hufflepuff common room, this corner was like a vacuum, no matter whether there was anyone sitting here, the little badgers would not approach.

Even this corner is actually the sunniest place in the whole lounge.

Kong Yun thought for a while and asked, "Has she ever hurt anyone?"

"That's not true." Ernie scratched his head, he understood what Kong Yun meant, but: "Although that's the case..." But there must be a little badger who dares to approach...

"..." Kong Yun glanced around, and as expected, the other little badgers in the lounge kept a certain distance from him at this moment, and occasionally some of them looked over boldly, and their eyes were rather evasive.But he could see that this kind of dodge was not aimed at him, but at Doreen herself.

"Professor Sprout originally planned to put her away, because no one dared to get close to her." Ernie said, "Later, I found out that Senior Diggory got along well with her, so I stayed here, but she has always been It's under the care of Senior Digory."

Kong Yun blinked.

This is not the first time he has heard the name "Diggory", on the contrary, this senior he has not met so far, is very popular in Hufflepuff House - regardless of gender .

He was a little curious, but this was obviously not the time to talk about it: "You really don't think about coming here?" He tried to convince them: "Doreen is really cute, and the sunshine here is great!"

Ernie took a step back silently, and Kong Yun looked at Justin. Although the latter didn't back down, he shook his head slowly and firmly.

"Okay." Kong Yun had no choice but to regret: "See you later."

"see you later."

After bidding farewell to Ernie and Justin, Kong Yun sat down again holding his stack of letters.There were hardly anyone around him at the moment, but from another perspective, it happened to be convenient for him to read the letter.

Kong Yun first took out the letter from his father and mother. It was a long letter from home. He recognized it was his mother’s handwriting, while the one belonging to his father was only a few lines. Take good care of yourself.

He didn't glance at the ten lines because of the trivial content of the letter. On the contrary, he read it very seriously.It is not that there are more efficient and convenient communication methods at home, but in the hearts of the Confucian family, letters written on rice paper stroke by stroke can better entrust the true feelings of the writers.

He could imagine his mother sitting at the table, thinking about him, and using pen and ink to tell the scene on paper, and his father, who has always been strict and reticent, would also hesitate to write those words while thinking about teaching him through letters. What about the longing that I carried with me?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

After carefully sorting out the letters he had read, he looked down at the second letter. This letter from Japan was relatively short. It only briefly talked about what he saw and heard in Japan, but it was indeed true. The style of Li Xiaolang in Kong Yun's memory.

What made him a little bit concerned was that Li Xiaolang told him that he had found the goal of this trip, but unfortunately, some of those relics had already identified themselves——

"...I decided to focus on the remaining part of the collection of relics for the time being. As for the part that has already recognized the owner..." Kong Yun could see from the slightly darker word 'fen' that the other party hesitated when writing the letter. Contradictory mentality, "Just wait until everything is collected before thinking about it."

In addition, in this short letter of a few lines, Kong Yun also noticed that a name called "Moon City Snow Rabbit" appeared frequently no less than four or five times. I like it... But then again, when he wrote home, he didn't deliberately mention Ernie or Justin's name...

Probably because this Yuecheng senior really took care of Junior Brother Li, right?

Kong Yun didn't think too much, he put the letter in an envelope and started to read the next one.

The third letter came from Mo Rong who was already attending classes at Fengshen Academy. Unlike the others, Mo Rong was purely complaining to him about some phenomena in the school:

"...I'm really fed up with Mr. Nezha! Can't he be more mature? Is his body forever 13 years old is the reason for his bear child? I'm already starting to miss the time when I was in the preparatory class, Brother Chongyan He is more responsible than him..."

"Oh, by the way, there is another good news. Principal Jiang finally convinced Mr. Li Bai - he agreed to be a swordsmanship teacher in Fengshen Academy, but he only taught one class. Everyone was crazy with joy. I really hope I can grab the spot ..."

He babbled a lot, all about troublesome or interesting things in school, Kong Yun quietly looked at the high-spirited handwriting on the letter, and paused slightly.

As if sensing the loss in the hearts of the people beside her, Doreen stretched out her petals, poked her "head" over, and "looked" at him worriedly.

Kong Yun pursed his lips, put down the letter, and opened the fourth letter silently.

As soon as the letter was opened, before he could look at the contents of the letter, a piece of rice paper contained in it floated out and fell on the light brown wooden table. At the same time, a shocking sword spirit rose!

The air seemed to freeze, and an indescribable killing intent and coercion seemed to materialize, making him breathless, as if he was bitten by the neck by a ferocious beast. Bite down, life and death are all in the mind of others.

But there is no such thing as "others" here.

As the creepy murderous aura gradually dissipated, Kong Yun escaped from the fear that seemed to be locked and approaching death.

The sunlight coming in from the window was still warm and warm, and there were other little badgers gossiping in low voices beside her ears. The cute-looking Doreen bent over and looked at him in confusion.

Everything was quiet as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Only the beating heart, as if it would break free from his chest at any moment, was telling him that the turbulent waves and casual murderous aura like a cat playing with a mouse were not his illusion.

He lowered his head and looked at the rice paper on the table——

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

The handwriting is clearly written in ordinary ink, but it has a penetrating poetic spirit and sword spirit, as if transformed by a viscous murderous condensed entity, but the brushstrokes are floating like clouds, as shocking as a dragon, and even with its master's Handling freely, free and unrestrained, all seem to be right in front of you.

He froze for a moment, then went to read the content of the letter—this letter was written more concisely and clearly than any other, without greetings or greetings, and without nagging concerns, the meaning was concise but unquestionable.

"Want the whole thing?"

"First at the end of the term, I will give it to you after memorizing the Analects of Confucius."

"Kong Yan."

Kong Yun:! ! !