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

The young man's voice was extremely gentle, like catkins blowing in the wind in spring, brushing against his ears, bringing a slight itchiness.He smiled and stretched out his hand to him: "Xiaoyun, come here."

The one who was called did not look at him.

Kong Yun looked away, and looked at the endless sky above his head, as if observing the clouds in the sky, or just looking at something else through the blue sky.

"...I have always felt that I am useless." He said softly: "Obviously I have agreed with my elder brother to be obedient and help my father and second elder brother, but in the end I can't help anything, and I have been doing my best. Add to the chaos."

A flash of gloom and impatience flashed through the young man's eyes, but it disappeared quickly: "How could it be? Xiaoyun has done a good job."

Kong Yun shook his head silently.

"If my Dao heart could be firmer, maybe my father wouldn't have to try every means to send me to Hogwarts. He wouldn't have to hesitate like now, and he wouldn't have to seek useless psychological comfort in front of a false illusion." He laughed at himself. Said: "It's not so fragile that any lonely ghost will think there is an opportunity to take advantage of it."

The face of the young man who was seen through was distorted for a moment, and then he quickly returned to normal.He no longer deliberately pretended to be gentle and refined, but followed his instinct and asked curiously: "...can you tell me how you saw it?"

"...Brother never called me Xiaoyun." The young man told him calmly, "Since you constructed the illusion by reading my memories, didn't you realize that Brother has been away for a long time?"

While the two were talking, Kong Yun lowered his eyes and reached for the dark red headband that tied his long hair into a bunch. Before he could pull it off, he felt his collar being grabbed by someone, and then With a backward, huge force, his whole body was pulled back——

He blinked, and was dazed for a moment at the forest that suddenly appeared in front of him. In the next second, he met a cold face:

"You told me that you have tasks that you have to complete independently even if you are alone. But what are you doing now? Are you going to jump off a cliff and commit suicide?"

Kong Yun was stunned for a while, before he had time to refute, Draco said unceremoniously: "You can't even resist an ordinary illusion, is this your will?"

When he said this, his tone was cold and mocking. Kong Yun opened his mouth, not knowing what to respond for a moment—it was too late to refute before, but now he met those calm silver-gray eyes, but I don't know how to refute it.

"Lei Di—call—!"

What interrupted the conversation between the two at this moment was still a familiar thunderbolt, but the direction of that thunderbolt was no longer Draco, but the seemingly empty land not far away, the twisted Less than a moment after the ghost image appeared, it was completely wiped out by the oncoming lightning.

"Brother, are you all right?" The long sword was put into the scabbard at the sound, hung on the back, and stood beside the two of them a few steps, Li Xiaolang frowned and said worriedly.

When Draco looked up, he happened to see the girl he met that day holding a wand—no, compared to the wands familiar to British wizards, this "magic wand" can only be described as a stick, The girl muttered something in a low voice, and the unknown creature he had seen in the dream immediately flew towards the tip of her wand, and finally condensed into a "card" that slowly fell to the ground.

He was a little puzzled.

...Are Japanese wizards' wands all this weird?

On the other hand, Kong Yun over there heaved a sigh of relief: With the interruption from Xiao Lang and Xiao Sakura, at least now Draco won't ask any questions that make it difficult for him to answer—"I'm fine." He said in a relaxed tone He said: "I was planning to do it, but I didn't expect my junior brother to be much more efficient than me."

This earned him a snort from the junior Slytherin.

Li Xiaolang easily accepted his statement. Although the two of them had not been classmates for too long, they hit it off quite well. They knew each other's style and strength very well, so naturally they would not doubt each other's abilities.

"It's the 'Phantom Card'." Sakura picked up the cards on the ground, and walked in the direction where they were—more precisely, waved at Li Xiaolang, and walked over: "It's a card that can be seen by others." To the Clow card of the missing person."

As early as the last time the four of them met, Li Xiaolang had briefly explained about the Clow card, so Sakura mentioned that Draco and Kong Yun were no strangers, and this statement made perfect sense. only……

Kong Yun was silent for a while, and then said: "I did see the person I want to see." He pointed to the card in Sakura's hand: "However, it was only caused by the wandering spirits in the vicinity, it should be related to your card. It doesn't matter."

"I've seen that thing." Draco said, Kong Yun was sure, he clearly read the emotion close to "boredom" from the other person's eyes, and he added succinctly: "And, a bad dream."

This discovery completely inconsistent with the facts caused the four of them to fall into a short silence. Finally, Kong Yun hesitated for a while, and said: "Although I don't want to say goodbye to you in such a hurry..." He pretended not to look at it. Seeing the mocking expression of the junior Slytherin, he continued: "But I really need to leave."

The phantom that happened in the woods in the wilderness was finally positioned by them as the result of the interaction between the wandering spirit and the phantom card - but this has nothing to do with Kong Yun.

After bidding farewell to the three of them simply but firmly, Kong Yun walked to another completely opposite street alone.In fact, until now, he has not been able to identify a specific direction in this completely strange city, but now, these are no longer important.

Kong Yun didn't know if Kong Yong had expected this scene long ago, that's why he was indifferent to his escape. He didn't even know if the other party had set up some traps, waiting for him to come to his door at any time...

None of this really matters.

He turned his head and took a last look at the end of the road behind him, the woods that were so small that they were almost invisible.

Because for him, there are many choices, in fact, from the beginning... there is no choice.

"...a task that must be completed independently even by one person?"

When a familiar voice, or even a familiar content, sounded in his ears again, Kong Yun almost thought it was just his own hallucination, but soon he could clearly distinguish the authenticity of what he saw: Because at this moment, the owner of that voice was standing by his shoulder.

Noticing Kong Yun's undisguised surprise, the junior Slytherin glanced at him quickly, then he turned his head and looked forward casually: "As far as I know, the kind of ghosts that wander around the edge of the city, I have always only shot at people who are in a trance and weak-willed."

"So—" Before Kong Yun could answer, he asked in his usual, lazy and deliberately protracted tone: "That day in the library, where did you get the confidence to ask me that kind of question?" ?”

Kong Yun paused for this sudden and seemingly irrelevant accusation, and then he spent a minute recalling everything that happened that day, as well as his thoughts at the time:

He handed over a strange mouse to Professor Sprout, which gave Hufflepuff extra points at the end of the year, and then, in the library, Draco asked if he thought the bonus into the unfair category—

Kong Yun is not a gossip person, but the advantage of being in Hufflepuff is that no matter whether he wants to or not, he will not lack any sources of news. Badgers occasionally talk about it, and get some specific information from various books and magazines in the British wizarding world:

Since 11 years ago, the Dark Lord, who exists in people's memory but cannot be mentioned, once followed the Dark Lord, but quickly cleared his suspicion after the opponent's downfall. Now that the Dark Lord's life and death have not yet been completely determined, he has always stood. The unknown Malfoy family...

And at that time, how did he answer Draco?

"Are you really, are you mentally prepared to face those?"—combined with the situation and background at the time, it is really full of alternative irony.

Quickly sorting out another layer of meaning in the other party's words, Kong Yun sighed: "Draco, you really hold a grudge."

"Thank you for the compliment." The junior Slytherin lowered his head slightly, showing him a friendly smile that could no longer be false: "And I always think that this is one of my strengths."

There was silence after that.

Kong Yun didn't speak any more, neither did Draco.

It is strange to say that in various senses, the two are actually completely opposite people, and their understanding of each other is quite limited. For a long time, it is also possible for them to understand each other easily. It is not a pursuit of common beliefs, but the ability to perceive words and emotions, and a maturity far beyond age.

So Kong Yun could understand why Draco would let him take the mouse away at that time and remained indifferent.Just as Draco finally realized at this moment, the real reason why the other party didn't want him to get involved——

If there is a wound in your heart that is buried deep, bloody and bloody, are you willing to use a knife to cut it even more bloody, and deliberately point it out to others?

Draco knew exactly what he had to do.

Now, immediately, immediately, calmly bid farewell to Hufflepuff in front of him, followed his father's instructions, returned to Malfoy Manor on time, and continued his unfinished, pleasant summer vacation.

Instead of standing here, doing self-righteous things that want to help the other party, but actually sprinkle salt on the other party's wounds.

He closed his eyes.

It was like a dream.

Those memories that have always been placed in the corner suddenly burst out uncontrollably at this moment.No great Gryffindor sacrifice, no shrewdness or ambition like a Slytherin.In that year, that weak and incompetent Draco Malfoy would hide and cry alone because he was worried about his family, and would prepare a plan to murder the headmaster of Hogwarts against the fragility and fear that only he knew.

Unable to trust anyone, unable to rely on anyone, even if others see a weak side, they have to bluff and pretend to be dismissive.

At that time, what was I thinking?

There was a sudden pause in his forward steps, Kong Yun raised his head, and looked puzzled at the junior Slytherin who suddenly stood in front of him, blocking his way: "...Draco?"

"According to my father, I should show up at the table on time during dinner today. My time is precious, so I will only ask this sentence for the last time—"

Draco lowered his head slightly, fixedly staring at the junior Hufflepuff, but his eyes were obviously erratic, and complicated with nostalgia - it didn't look like he was looking at him, more like looking through him, looking at something else people.

"You really don't want me to stay?" he asked.