The Magician of Clow

The sun tilts and illuminates the water brightly,

The sky is as blue as a wash, the lake surface is sparkling, and the scenery with the teaching buildings standing in the distance depicts the tranquility of Beijing University in winter.

The afternoon is almost over.

Peking University - near the campus lake, there is a dormitory area provided for some faculty and staff.

A young man in a suit appeared here.

He stopped in front of a slightly peculiar building.

It was a two-story rental house.

After quietly meeting Tang Bing, Fang Xiaoran, Xia Yao and Gou Yu, and seeing what they were doing, I finally returned here alone.

Looking at the hut next to the campus lake under the bright blue sky,

Fangran felt a sense of relief and a smile of nostalgia.

Just like the Beijing University campus, he felt as if he hadn't been back for a long time.

At this time, he stepped forward and walked towards the hut, looking at Xia Yao's room in the middle of the first floor and Tang Bing and Fang Xiaoran's rooms on both sides.

Looking at the electric cars, sauerkraut jars and waste book bins belonging to the previous generation of tenants that have been placed against the nearby wall,

Stepping onto the stairs, the repainted stairs are beautiful and neat, and the replaced wooden handrails are smooth and high-end.

Listening to my own footsteps, I walked step by step to the second floor.

Fangran finally stood in front of a door.

Looking at the door sign that says 'ICMB Team' hanging on the door, the image of writing this name with a pen seems to still be in front of me.

Then he opened the door and saw the familiar scene again.

Pure white floors, gauze curtains,

In front of the TV, game controllers are scattered next to the coffee table cushions. There is a desk in the corner with textbooks and homework stored on the neat table.

On the other side of the balcony door, there is a black doll on the water dispenser, and a row of photo frames on the cabinet shelf.

On the carpet, the small square table is still in the same position.

The light and warmth filled the entire cabin.

It’s not the beautiful forest villa in Beverly Hills, it’s not the mobile mansion on the Atlantic Ocean, it’s not the palace in the sky overlooking the bustling skyline on the top of Manhattan,

To be honest, in terms of luxury and splendor, this cabin could not compare to any place he had lived in North America.

In that imperial manor, the master bedroom in his room alone was larger than this floor.

However, putting aside those factors on the objective and physical level,

There is a feeling here that is not found anywhere else,

One that allows him to have nothing to worry about and nothing to worry about, letting him know that there will be nothing to do tomorrow and that he can be lazy and spend time happily with those figures.

Make him feel completely relaxed.

At this moment, I walked into the hut, and when no one else had returned, I stepped on the carpet and sat down in my seat.

The familiar perspective, the moment when the eyes are bright and raised,

Fangran seemed to see those familiar figures,

She saw Shui Lianxin come in occasionally chatting and laughing with Xia Yao, and saw Tang Bing pulling Fang Xiaoran to play games together.

Seeing Ming Ling carrying some snacks, she approached Gou Yu who was making a cake with a curious look on her face.

I also saw Meng Lang getting up from the house while yawning and scratching his hands.

At the end of the afternoon, the sky began to fade, and golden orange spread out in the sunlight like ink.

The brilliant setting sun paints the hut with a touch of gold,

After a trip to North America, I quietly came back and sat at the small table alone at this moment,

In the golden afterglow,

He looked at the scenes in this small room with a smile on his face.

Then I don’t know how long it took,

Until the golden and orange colors in the sun are rich in the ecstasy of memories,

"Um"

Fang Ran stopped sighing and stretched out in his position.

It's like all the burden has been lifted.

"Speaking of which, where is my brother?"

At this time, he was talking to himself as if he was remembering something. He returned to the capital in the morning and came back quietly without telling anyone.

I planned to give everyone a wake-up call after seeing what those figures were doing.

But today, Fangran couldn't find any trace of Meng Lang.

I originally thought that the other party would definitely be in the hut, but after returning, I still didn't find that figure.

I'm a little surprised that my brother, who is really a homeless man, is not lying in the hut like an old salted fish waiting to be dried, doing nothing as usual.

"Did you encounter a scene today?"

When I made this guess, I suddenly remembered my first encounter with Meng Lang in the scene.

The ability to show sympathy for one another, the grass where heroes see the same thing,

Thinking back to the time when he first awakened and became a participant, and recalled the time when he knew Meng Lang when he was confused and young,

Thinking back on all the events I have experienced from then to now,

Fangran lowered his head and smiled knowingly, thinking about the memories of Meng Lang.

Think about it, think about it, think about it

Why all I can think of are the memories of my brother cheating on me (sudden indifference).

At this moment, Fangran's expression disappeared and he looked up, his face expressionless and speechless.

When I quietly looked at the other figures in the hut today, they all thought of the warm and nostalgic memories of the past, but unlike others,

When thinking of Meng Lang, he showed a literary expression like a knowing smile, clearly in the right mood.

But there is no memory of the corresponding painting style in my mind.

Fangran found that all he was thinking about was Meng Lang snitching on him, dragging him into the water even though he suffered, and thinking all day about how to trick him into making fun jokes.

There are so many things like this that I can’t even count them.

No, no, no! This must be my own bias!

Even this old man shouldn’t have any memories of taking action!

Concentrate, concentrate,

At this moment, he shook his head desperately, telling himself that it must be long-term prejudice that interfered with his precious daily memories. Fangran looked at Meng Lang's seat next to the small table, and tried to remember again in the way of seeing things and thinking about people.

Then when unforgettable memories emerge from the depths of my mind,

He remembered.

It was an afternoon before midnight,

The sun was just right that day and the breeze was not dry. Xia Yao, Tang Bing and Fang Xiaoran hadn't come back yet. Gou Yu was making cakes in the kitchen.

In the living room of the small house, he and Meng Lang were the only ones sitting at the small table.

At that time, Meng Lang was scrolling through his phone as usual, and then in a very ordinary moment,

Without turning his eyes, he raised his butt towards him.

'Pfft——'

Fangran: "."

What should I do? I can only think of the memory of my brother farting without any apology.

"Um!??"

At this moment, he couldn't accept it and scratched his head with both hands. Fangran found with some disbelief that he really couldn't remember any warm and beautiful memories about Meng Lang.

We have known each other for such a long time, and the only thing between me and my brother is my memories!

At this moment, he had selective amnesia and forgot the memory of cheating Meng Lang and the memory of Meng Lang helping. Fangran couldn't help but clenched his fists sadly.

Damn brother, what's the use of you?

Why isn't there a bad woman somewhere who wants to take you away?

I gritted my teeth fiercely in my heart, thinking that if Meng Lang wasn't here now, I would definitely let him.

Um? etc,

Σ(*)Brother is not here! ?

For a moment, like a flash of lightning in his mind, Fangran's eyes suddenly became as energetic as a cat's!

I realized that I came back secretly without telling anyone this time, and my brother happened to not be in the cabin at this time.

Wouldn't that mean

Now is the perfect time to steal bro's underwear!

Usually when I am at home, my brother always guards himself tightly and even locks him to prevent theft, but at this moment when he is not at home, nothing can stop him anymore.

Thinking of getting rid of the obstructive electric energy conductive underwear, I no longer have the means to resist my climax.

Fangran stood up and rushed to Meng Lang's room with an evil smile on his face.

"Jie Jie Jie! Baby, here I come!!"

And not long after a certain magical boy returned to the cabin,

Another figure also returned to the Beijing University campus at this time.

Because the New Year is approaching, I was called by my family to help prepare for the annual party.

It wasn't until this moment that Meng Lang was finally able to sneak back.

After a busy day, I was too lazy to take a detour, so I walked directly towards the backyard of the hut without taking the main entrance.

Meng Lang was thinking about various matters about the upcoming New Year, and then when he saw the students passing by who were about to go on winter vacation, he suddenly remembered,

Speaking of which, my brother should be back soon.

Thinking about the end of the year, thinking about the year I met Fangran coming to an end soon,

Meng Lang's face suddenly felt a little emotional, recalling the memories about Fangran this year,

Thinking about it, thinking about it.

Why can I only think about the memory of my brother being so fucked to death?

Looking back on the past, I found that Fangran was either blaming others, betraying his teammates, driving fast cars, dragging himself into trouble, and then doing some tricks for you every now and then.

The moment he realized this, Meng Lang couldn't help but hold his forehead and take a deep breath:

"Calm down, calm down, think on the bright side, at least I'm not at home now."

After mumbling so much, I finally calmed down and returned to the backyard of the cabin. Instead of going back to the front, I went straight to the balcony to save trouble.

Then he saw a figure looking through the wardrobe in his room.

"Damn! That guy! Where did he hide all his underwear!?"

rash:"."

For a moment, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists and raised his fists. When a wave of gnashing of teeth and speechlessness turned into anger and rushed to his forehead, the emotion he had just suppressed suddenly exploded.

A shocking roar rang out from the hut by the sunset lake!

"Brother! What the hell are you doing, you bastard!!!"

"F*ck!! Bro! When did you come back (shocked)!?"

"Stop talking nonsense and die!!!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that the writing is so stuck that it’s almost bursting. I can’t think of inspiration, and I can’t find the right chord. What’s very painful is that you know you have to write about this place, but you don’t know what to write at all. , we must continue to write, Meng Lang’s picture. To be honest, I really didn’t know what to do at first. I couldn’t think of a development like Gou Yu’s. And the first half of this picture, Fangran’s feelings about the cabin, really Yes. Ha (the matter has reached this point, I have no choice but to self-destruct)