Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

Ever since the night when Xuan Zifeng left Xiangyu Pavilion in a hurry, he no longer had such extravagant hopes in his heart.

Now, it fell on his hands and heart so full and heavy.

In the slogan of "Zhuoying Zhuoying, Yurun Bingqing", the summer recess ceremony and graduation ceremony of Shenmu School ended.

Mother Hen's chicks are going to fly.

Perhaps, Song Yun is very lonely, and will miss him from time to time?

——It's strange!

Xuan Zifeng guessed that with Song Yun's usual style, he would never be sensational and make people disappointed, and he would definitely say some witty words to tease people.

"Missing you? I don't have that leisurely mind. After all, I still have lessons to prepare, just occasionally." Song Yun smiled slyly, "The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come. .”

——Students of flowing water, mother chickens of iron.Xuan Zifeng thought to himself.

Song Yun waved his hand, "Okay, that's it for now, let's all leave!"

The illusion also dissipated with the voice.

The appearance of the auditorium shattered into wind and sand and drifted away, revealing Song Yun's somewhat messy study.

——Why do you feel that the study room is cleaner than before?

Xuan Zifeng glanced at the ground, and found that the mountain of manuscripts seemed to be less; then he glanced at the table, and the reference books that were originally stacked unevenly were neatly stacked, but because of the large number, they still seemed a bit messy.

The slender jade fingers tapped on the cover of the souvenir book, distracting Xuan Zifeng's attention without any trace, "Let's take a look at the souvenir book, it contains the teacher's message, the students' words and signatures, and the little pictures that Enxi and Yifan drew for everyone. picture."

After finishing speaking, Song Yun sat back across the desk as if nothing had happened, picked up the teacup and played with it in his hands.

All paper documents related to graduation are in the yearbook.Xuan Zifeng's fingertips lightly brushed Song Yun's black signature and vermilion seal on the graduation papers, and found the vacant final year transcript and the teachers' messages.

Song Yun's message first came into view.

[The Zhu is full of flowers, the Ou is full of wine, and freedom is found in the waves of ten thousand hectares. 】

At the end, the name Qingyi Junxiu is signed in small characters in Xingkai, and those swaying and horizontal folds are all charming little hooks, which makes people's hearts melt.

Xuan Zifeng naturally understood the meaning of Song Yun's words.

I hope that the direction of progress is full of flowers, I hope that when I raise my glass, I have close friends who are close enough to talk to each other, and I hope that I am still a free person in the turbulent undercurrent and whirlpool.

Yan Luo, Elder Li, Jing Chi, Dan Shuobei...

Every teacher puts full expectations and exhortations into the text, it seems that this can escort the students who are almost doomed to a bumpy future.

Looking at these heartfelt words, Xuan Zifeng felt a little less worried about those students.

Even if they are trapped in a predicament, as long as this booklet is still there, it will not be able to extinguish the fire in their hearts.

The last page of the album is Nanze Enxi and Yifan's masterpiece.Every teacher and classmate was not left behind, and the two people who were painted were arranged delicately in the frame.In the painting, Xuan Zifeng was smiling and sitting beside Shu Cai and Tie Xue, holding a box lunch from Wuwei Canteen in his arms.

Xuan Zifeng quietly read the students' words of encouragement, gently stroked the sacred wood badge on his chest, feeling the undulating texture and the touch of the spirit stone across his fingertips.

"If it weren't for Mr. Songyun, I really can't imagine what we look like now. I'm afraid... most of them are very ugly."

Song Yun chuckled, "Where am I as loud as you? I'm just someone who grew up with you."

"It would be great if we could grow faster, so as to save Mr. Songyun trouble." Xuan Zifeng held the sacred tree badge on his chest, raised his reddish eyes and looked at Songyun.

But Song Yun shook his head when he heard this, "On the contrary, I don't want you to grow up too fast. Of course, I don't want you to mature too slowly. That's not a good thing. It's too early to eat and you shouldn't eat it." suffering too late is to enjoy a blessing that should not be enjoyed.”

The cold tea was thrown away and replaced with a new pot.

"Everyone has their own way, just follow your most natural and favorite way to grow. Your life belongs to you, and the future path should also be determined by yourself."

Song Yun put the fresh scented tea with Shenmu in front of Xuan Zifeng, "But before that, you must first see yourself clearly."

Xuan Zifeng's face was reflected in the tea, shaking with the ripples of the water.

"Xuan Zifeng, if you don't want to be a spy, what kind of person do you want to be?"

The uniform fabric on the knees was clenched tightly, producing uneven folds like mountains and valleys, which betrayed Xuan Zifeng's inner turmoil.

——What kind of person do I want to be?

Xuan Zifeng couldn't give a decent answer, but a lot of naive and shapeless fragmented thoughts kept pouring out from the bottom of his heart.These thoughts had been buried in his heart long, long ago, trying hard to overcome the boulder pressing on his chest, and sprouted a little bud.

Song Yun's words just now, understated and taken for granted, pushed away the rock that suppressed Xuan Zifeng's heart, watched and waited with incomparable tenderness, and urged his true yearning to break out of the ground.

After a long silence, Xuan Zifeng lowered his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Sir, would Shenmu School mind adding more chopsticks?"

The teacup was dropped on the table by Song Yun, and the slight sound of the collision caused Xuan Zifeng's heart to tremble.

"Of course I don't mind." Song Yun said with a smile: "Welcome back."

The lost chicken has returned home, and there is a mother chicken waiting for him in Shenmu School.

That "welcome back" made Xuan Zifeng unable to bear the unbridled emotional surge in his heart.The world in front of Xuan Zifeng blurred for a moment, and then became extremely clear again.

It turned out to be a line of clear tears sliding down the eye sockets.

Song Yun pushed a cedar handkerchief in front of him.

"Since you're back, it's better to bring the spirit jade pendant, so that it's easier to get in and out..."

Saying that, Song Yun opened the drawer at hand, but suddenly stopped.

"..."

Song Yun calmly pushed the drawer back, and pulled down the second drawer with a smile, "Ling Yu Pei, you left in a hurry and didn't take it with you, and Tongshi Building didn't have time..."

The third drawer was pulled open.

"I didn't have time to erase the traces of your spiritual power, so it can still be used..."

Then, Song Yun opened the fourth drawer by his feet, and "dingle bang" reached out to turn it over a few times.

"The disciples who stay in the Xiangyu Pavilion can keep the spirit jade pendant, but the disciples who go to the second floor, the second peak and the first pool will erase the connection with me..."

Song Yun got up and opened the cabinet of the bookshelf.

As expected of Mr. Songyun, no matter how flustered he is like a grandpa or grandma, no panic can be seen on his face, his mouth is also very sharp, his voice does not tremble, and his tone does not change.

What do you mean by not changing your face and not moving in the face of danger?

That's it.

If Xuan Zifeng hadn't seen the familiar Lingyu pendant around his waist, he would have been fooled.

Song Yun over there with impaired consciousness and offline IQ was still talking and delaying time, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find Xuan Zifeng's spirit jade pendant, but he didn't notice what was tied around his waist.

— kind of cute.

Xuan Zifeng laughed through tears.

"...Mr. Songyun?" Xuan Zifeng stretched his neck and squeaked.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Yun turned around, and the spirit jade pendant was still pressed on the hem of his clothes.

Xuan Zifeng looked down for a moment.

At first, Song Yun was a little puzzled, until his eyes followed Xuan Zifeng's eyes subconsciously, and then he saw the Laozi thing tied around his waist.

"..."

Song Yun obviously froze.

But only for a moment.

He traveled all over the world with Song Yun because he was thick-skinned, and a profiteer was full of shamelessness and wickedness. How could he trip over a mere piece of spiritual jade?

The spirit jade pendant that committed the crime was untied by Song Yun, and placed on the champagne in front of Xuan Zifeng, making a muffled "dang" sound.

Xuan Zifeng buried his head in a snicker, not daring to let Song Yun find out.He reached out to touch the spirit jade pendant, wiped it under the table, and tied it around his waist quietly.

However, no matter how embarrassing the atmosphere was, it couldn't compare to Song Yun's mouth that could bring the dead back to life.

"You have been wearing a mask for too long, and your real appearance has been blurred. Fortunately, it is not too late. You have made a choice and taken the crucial step that was difficult at the beginning. Next you will have It took a long time to find my true self.”

He changed the subject casually.

"...If you have anything you want to express and ask, let's say it together. You must be tired of lying or lying all day long. I will give you a chance to tell the truth." Song Yun returned On the seat, turn on the spirit stone lamp, and pick up a pen to deal with the work that has been done for the past few days.

Seeing that the tea was empty, Xuan Zifeng got up and picked up the teapot, and lightly filled the tea cup in Song Yun's hand.

Song Yun picked up the teacup and took a sip without the slightest hesitation, and didn't mind at all that Xuan Zifeng was suspected of drugging him.

"Why did you give me the spirit puppet?"

"Cough cough..."

Song Yun choked, apparently caught off guard.

However, since Xuan Zifeng asked all the questions, Song Yun simply spread all the cards.

"Do you still remember the first year you spent New Year's Eve in Shenmu School?" Song Yun put the teacup to his lips again, "It was fine before I left, but I came back with Gu worms all over my body, so many elixir hanging on my body. Now, it took more than two months for the injury to heal. Did you go back to the Hall of the Wind?"

Xuan Zifeng nodded, with a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, "Mr. Songyun asked me and lied, sir, forgive me."

"On New Year's Eve of the second year, I took me out for a study tour, and I escaped a catastrophe. Seeing that you have been in the Shenmu School for almost three years, I thought that if the Leafing Hall called you away one day, you would disappear. .I planned to use you as a puppet to defend yourself for a while. Who knew you would run away and disappear..."

Song Yun turned the teacup in his hand and smiled helplessly.

There was a long silence between the two before Xuan Zifeng spoke again.

"Didn't you say in class that the spirit-possessed puppet is equivalent to the half body of a person, like a person spending the same day in two places at the same time... Then you know what I did during the time I was away?"

Xuan Zifeng secretly counted the "good deeds" he had done since he ran away.

Connected with Lingfengtang, betrayed the news of Xiangyu Pavilion, lied that Songyun was "unbearable" to him, killed Xu Zhiwei, deceived disciples of Lingtianmen with a false face, threatened Yayin with a weapon, used Shu Cai sent Acacia's Menghunan away, traded with evil ways in the dark valley, visited brothels, sneaked into the forbidden city of the palace...

——Why didn't you do something good?Xuan Zifeng said that he wanted to find out how to sell regret medicine.

Feeling very guilty, Xuan Zifeng deflated like a deflated ball, and gently knelt down at Song Yun's feet.

Song Yun was dealing with a mountain of various matters at hand, and hadn't noticed Xuan Zifeng's small movements.

"It's not that I stare at you all the time. The Spring Festival is getting more and more unstoppable. I don't have the energy. After you left, I awakened the half of my spiritual consciousness. I just put it in the sacred wood puppet on weekdays." Keep it up until you get into trouble before coming out."

After turning the teacup several times in his hand, Song Yun added: "Of course, if he is in better spirits and has nothing to do, he will wake up and check the situation."

"So, Mr. saved me many times, didn't you?" Xuan Zifeng raised his eyes and looked at Song Yun.

"Um……"

Song Yun turned his head, only to find the person at his feet, he sighed and said: "Get up, I don't like this set, and I don't want you to kneel to me. Which class in Shenmu School taught you to be 'slavish'?"

"Master, you have to forgive me first, otherwise the disciple won't get up." Xuan Zifeng was a bit aggressive.

He called "Master" with the intention of worshiping a teacher, but also revealed some childish pampering and unreasonable.He knew that Song Yun had always been soft-hearted, and others would not be able to resist being coquettish.

But Xuan Zifeng had forgotten that for many years Song Yun had dealt with all kinds of offensives that emerged one after another firmly indifferent to him, no matter how he tossed the defense line, he would not move at all, but Xuan Zifeng had a very firm heart towards him.

"Forgive you for what? Forgive you for forgetting all the things you learned in the Shenmu School, and to save people in the thunderstorm of the spiritual sky when you were in danger? Forgive the 'skinny horse' and shark you picked up from the Shenmu School by detours." People? Forgive you for not ordering me to collect eight thousand spring and autumn medicinal materials?"

Song Yun put down his teacup a little annoyed, "Xuan Zifeng, how much did you listen to what I said?"

Since Xuan Zifeng came back, Song Yun, who has always been gentle and good-looking, seems to be really angry.

He frowned and said, "I won't blame you for what you did when you couldn't help yourself. I just want you to look at yourself and see all the good, tender, and good things in you! You are really as miserable as you think, why should I keep you?"

These words made Xuan Zifeng's back feel hot and cold, and his face was sometimes hot and sometimes numb.There is some complicated panic and bewilderment in my heart, and there are a few traces of joy hidden like being flattered.

He was quick to gain wisdom, and pitifully tugged at Song Yun's cuff, "Don't dare to let down Master's hard work, the disciple you said naturally understands, but the disciple is stupid and needs to be reminded from time to time. Master's origin is damaged, don't be angry body."

Song Yun retracted his sleeves, got rid of the hands stuck to his cuffs, and said helplessly, "Get up, I won't be angry."

After receiving the order, Xuan Zifeng rolled quickly.

"Master..."

Unfortunately, Song Yun waved his hand and refused, "After graduating from Shenmu School in three years, I have taught you everything I can teach you, and I can't help you anymore. You can skip the apprenticeship. If you really remember what I said , Master and apprentice are nothing but false names.”

This is to make it clear that he does not want to accept Xuan Zifeng as a personal biography.

Xuan Zifeng's heart that had just warmed up was poured with a big basin of cold water.

——It’s not a false name.

How can it be possible that what he has been thinking about and asking for is just a false name?

Xu Shi could see that the little chick was wilting, and Song Yun's words were a little more gentle, so he changed the subject.

"Except for me, there are many people waiting for your message, why don't you go say hello to your 'Sister Cai'?" Song Yun turned to look out the window, "It's almost dawn, she should be awake by this time of."

Xuan Zifeng felt like a troublesome person who was kicked out and thrown to others by Song Yun.But he didn't dare to go against Song Yun.

"Alas..." Song Yun sighed, and looked at him helplessly with a pair of red pupils, "My spiritual consciousness is exhausted, I really can't bear it anymore, can you let me rest for a while?"

There is a thick blue shadow under Song Yun's eyes, and his already bloodless face is even paler due to the loss of consciousness. If you look closely, you can find an unstoppable haggardness.

Now Xuan Zifeng didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only nod in response.

"Cai'er misses you so much, if she knew you were so reluctant to see her, she would be sad." Song Yun said.

Xuan Zifeng shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to see her, it's just... I don't know how to face her."

"You haven't even asked, how do you know what she thinks of you?" Song Yun smiled wearily, "She is now 'Teacher Shu', she has her own room in the teacher's mansion, and shares a room with the teaching assistants. Yard. You might as well try to confess to her yourself."

……

Xiangyu Pavilion, the teacher's mansion, Shucai's room.

After waking up, Shu Cai got up from the bed, changed her clothes and began to freshen up.

At this moment, her window was suddenly knocked lightly.

"Your Excellency Shenmu? Please come in, what do you want me to do..."

An exiled immortal sat on the window frame, the hem of the jade-green round-neck robe hung down and swayed slightly, and the silver crown and forehead were lit by the morning light. He came dressed in the sun, and his eyes seemed to be sprinkled with stars.

Shu Cai's half-combed hair fell away in an instant, and the hair tie she was holding in her mouth fell to the ground.

She suddenly recovered and ran to the window, stretched out her finger in disbelief, and touched the man's cheek lightly.

The cold and smooth skin feels too real to the touch, even making Shu Cai feel a little unreal.

"...Xuan Zifeng?"

She tentatively called a name that is rarely used, which was a little unfamiliar.

"En." Xuan Zifeng responded.

"Chicken?"

She called out her familiar nickname again, as if she was more sure of the scene in front of her than before.

This reaction made Xuan Zifeng's hanging heart gradually fall to the ground steadily.

"Yeah!" Xuan Zifeng tilted his head and showed a nice smile, "Sister Cai, I'll...uh, it hurts!"

The hand pinching Xuan Zifeng's cheek suddenly stretched harder.

"Xuan, Zi, Feng!!!"