sun and moon return

March [-]th...it is the time when all the poplar flowers have fallen and the cicadas are crying, and the world is full of spring.

Outside the Hall of Lingxin, under the witness of the disciples of the Qingwu Sect, Zheli dressed in gorgeous personal disciple uniforms, knelt upright in front of Feidao, and received his personal disciple jade token.

He carefully hung the jade plaque on his waist, stretched out his hand, and his gaze shifted from his hand to his eyes. The tenderness and tolerance in those eyes became his belief and criterion for many years to come.

Feidao brought Zheli, Zheli stood up, and Baishan yelled "Licheng".

Feidao squatted down, looked up and looked up, Zheli looked at Feidao and gently tied the jade plaque around his waist for him, and said softly: "Happy birthday, safe and smooth, Zheli."

Zheli's eyes were filled with tears, he reached out his hand to wipe away the tears embarrassingly, he also expected to know his birthday, but at this moment he still felt the tears spreading like a burst bank.

After the teacher apprenticeship ceremony, Feidao took him to the Miscellaneous Hall. There were many gifts on the table, and there was a bowl of longevity noodles with his favorite hot spring soft-boiled eggs.

"Happy birthday, Zheli," the uncle in charge of the spoon patted his head kindly, "Eat the noodles while they are hot."

After a while, waves of people who came down from the teacher apprenticeship ceremony came to congratulate, not only congratulating Feidao on accepting disciples, but also Zheli's birthday.

Zheli cried so much that after lunch, he followed Feidao back to Tingyue Lake with gifts in his arms.

Back to Tingyue Lake, I saw a swing under the big tree by the lake from a distance!

"Ah! The swing!" Zheli exclaimed and ran over, carefully placed the gift beside him, and sat on the swing.

Feidao walked over slowly.

Seeing Zheli swinging higher and higher, and seeing Feidao approaching, Zheli happily shouted: "Master! Thank you, Master, for the birthday present! I like it very much!"

Once upon a time in Maple Leaf Forest, he also had his own swing. Once his father pushed him to swing on the highest point, higher than the maple tree.

Zheli was swaying, and amidst the whistling wind in my ears, I seemed to hear my mother's gentle reminder again: "You have to hurry up."

The rapidly changing scene in front of him made his emotions even higher and more exciting, and Zheli glanced at the truth.

When Feidao got close, Zheli suddenly let go of his hand, and swung out from the swing. Feidao's eyes froze, and he immediately took Zheli who rushed towards him into his arms.

It was originally a thrilling thing, but Zheli laughed together in Feidao's arms. Only then did Feidao know that he did it on purpose, so he couldn't help but put on a straight face: "What if I fell to the ground?"

Zheli slipped from Feidao's arms: "No way. I trust Master."

"Just like when you jumped into Tingyue Lake and you were sure that I would save you?" Feidao asked.

Zheli sat back on the swing, feeling a little guilty when he heard the words, turned his head and bit his lips to look at the truth, rubbed his hands together and said, "You know, master."

Zheli stuck out his tongue again: "Actually, I'm not sure..." He was gambling, but at least until he woke up, he thought he was dead.

Feidao was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, and said only: "Even if you trust the most people, you should leave room for yourself when you do these things."

I don't know if he understood, but Feidao nodded desperately when he saw Zheli: "Yeah."

Now that he has become a teacher, Fei Dao naturally intends to teach him all he can, but after a few days, he found that Zhe Li seems to have no talent in practice, and he still can't remember the basic formulas after three days of memorization.

It wasn't until one day that Feidao returned to Yingelou early and found that Zheli hadn't memorized the formulas as he said, but was reading idle books in the study, and then he understood why he hadn't made any progress.

Feidao was a little surprised.

He stood silently at the door of the study, immersed in the book, unaware of it.

Turning to the last page, Orei stood up and stretched.

Fei Dao looked at that book, it was a miscellaneous journal, and he couldn't finish it in three or two days.

Zheli put the book in his hand back to its place, then wandered around in front of the bookshelf again, raised his head to look around, and saw a book that seemed to be of interest, so he moved a chair over.

He stood on the chair, took down one, and then looked up at the books displayed on the higher shelf, exclaiming from time to time.

As if he had discovered something extraordinary, he tried his best to reach out, stood on tiptoe, and reached for the top shelf of the bookshelf.

Obviously, with his current stature, even stepping on a chair is very reluctant.

Feidao followed his hand to see that it was a picture book of plants and trees, which recorded many exotic flowers and plants and their effects.

While Feidao was thinking about it, he heard a scream, and he rushed in immediately, holding the bookshelf that was leaning down towards Zheli.

Zheli fell to the ground, and the chair was overturned on one side. He wept in pain and timidly looked at Feidao who suddenly appeared in front of him. There were sparse slapping sounds in his ears, and many books slipped from the bookshelf.

After placing the bookshelf, before Feidao could make a sound, Zheli got up enduring the pain, and standing in front of Feidao anxiously wriggling his fingers: "Yes...I'm sorry...Master...I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Fei Dao had already grabbed his hand, the scratched wound on his arm was dripping with blood, after Fei Dao stroked it, he disappeared: "Where else hurt?"

Zheli looked at him in a daze, and Feidao squatted down and lifted his trouser leg, the side of his calf probably touched the chair and stool, and it turned red.

Feidao made a trick, and a spray of water flew out from his fingertips and landed on the injured part. Zhe Li suddenly felt icy cold, which made him flinch, but soon, the original severe pain dissipated a lot.

He looked at Fei Dao helplessly, with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Feidao was a little surprised. Isn't this kid the one who can get up quickly after falling?

Probably Shi Feidao's tone was a bit cold, and Zhe Li looked at the book on the ground with some trepidation: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

If Dao saw him like this, he probably understood a little bit, he was afraid of being punished, so he reached out to pick him up and put him on the desk.

Zheli stared blankly at Feidao.

"It's a trivial matter to drop a book, but if this bookshelf hurts you, it's not a trivial matter." The gentle and quiet voice gave Zhe Li great peace of mind.

In the years since he left Su's residence, for the first time he felt warmth from someone other than the Tang family, and it came from the once cold person in front of him.

What kind of person is he?

Feidao turned around, raised his hand, and saw those books floating in the air, returning to their places one by one, and it took only a moment.

After he cleaned up, he turned his head to look at Zheli. He still looked pitiful, looking at himself with big eyes, strangely like... a puppy strayed down the mountain.

"Compared to this, didn't I ask you to recite the formula?" Feidao showed a stern look again.

Zheli panicked, bowed his head, speechless.

"You said you wanted to practice with me, so I accepted you, but now you are so lazy."

Zheli raised his head, and hurriedly explained: "No, master..." There was a bit of nasal in his voice, and he was on the verge of crying.

Feidao said with a straight face: "Do you not want to practice?"

Zheli was about to speak, but Feidao said solemnly, "Tell the truth."

Zheli bit his lip and lowered his head again. After a while, he said anxiously: "Master...I...I don't want to practice..."

The child's unbearable sobs came from the quiet study, which made Feidao somewhat surprised and unbearable.

Finally, Zheli plucked up the courage to say: "I don't want to practice... I hate practicing..." Zheli wiped away the hot tears on his cheeks, "It is because of practice that my parents are always away from me. won't leave me..."

"I hate them... why are they leaving me..."

Zheli cried more and more fiercely, almost crying, venting the grievance and sadness of the past few years.When his parents were around, he stayed with them as little as possible, and they abandoned him regardless of their own lives. The common people, morality, and fellow disciples all valued him more than him, so that after their death, he was exiled outside and suffered a lot.

How in the world can there be such parents?

Practice may be a good thing for others, but for Zheli, it only means an inescapable responsibility, which is generally annoying to him like those preaching that the Tao is the highest.

He didn't understand the need to practice, nor did he understand the meaning of doing it. Only the shadow left by his parents made him escape instinctively.

Is that so?

He sighed knowingly, stretched out his hand, and stopped on top of Zheli's head, and it still hung down after a while.

No one knew that he felt ashamed in his heart, so that he didn't even dare to comfort a crying child, so he could only stand aside indifferently.

Tired of crying, Zheli sat on the table and sobbed.

After a long time, Feidao said: "Since this is the case, don't force yourself. If you don't want to learn, then don't learn."

Zheli twitched, looked up at the wrong way, his red and swollen eyes were full of grievances: "Really...really?"

"Yes." Feidao replied solemnly.

Zheli was happy for a moment, and then his eyes dimmed again: "Can I really not practice? Then can I still stay in Qingwu?"

"You are my disciple, of course you can."

Zheli touched the corners of his eyes that were sore from crying, still had some doubts, looked at Fei and said, "Really?"

"Really." Feidao replied solemnly.

Zheli felt relieved a little, and looked at Feidao gratefully.

Feidao stretched out his hand and touched Zheli's face, only to realize that his actions had gone beyond what he could comprehend. He held his hand in mid-air for a moment, and dropped his thumb to the corner of Zheli's eyes.

A gentle and soothing coolness rushed towards his face, Zheli closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the soreness had subsided a lot, Zheli looked at Feidao gratefully, a warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time surged in his heart, and naturally She reached out and hugged him: "Thank you, master!"

Looking at the child holding him in a daze, Feidao's heart shook.It was always difficult for him to understand such intimacy between people in the past, but now he felt it was good.

The spring rain began to patter outside, and there was warmth coming through the clothes. It was the temperature of trust and dependence, or the orb on the child's chest, which made him feel close to him.