Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother
Chapter 617 The Past (End)
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When the sun rose to the top of his head, Xiaobai's training clothes were already soaked, and the scorching sun baked them into layers of salt frost.
Chu Shanjun showed no intention of stopping his training, and casually threw out a dart engraved with rhyme patterns:
"Use your rhythmic power to control them and hit the bull's eye. Remember, a sect disciple's weapon is his or her second life!"
I stared at the target swaying in the distance, concentrating all my attention. But the darts fell all over the place the moment they left my hand, and one of them almost hit me.
"stop!"
Chu Shanjun suddenly stopped and threw half a piece of wheat cake that was still warm.
“Rhythmic power is not brute force; it must be controlled like guiding a stream.”
He demonstrated with rare patience, and the golden light traced by his two hammers was like a swimming dragon.
Xiaobai imitated him and adjusted his breathing. When the first dart finally hit the bull's eye, the sunset in the sky was dyeing Dazong City into the color of fire.
Dragging his legs that felt like they were filled with lead back to the room, Xiaobai discovered that the flame orchid on the windowsill was blooming even more brilliantly.
Her fingertips stroked the blisters caused by training during the day, and she suddenly felt that the burning pain was not so unbearable - after all, she had finally taken the first step on the road to becoming a real Peking Opera Cat.
Xiaobai slumped on the stone steps beside the training ground, panting and staring at the red mark on his palm caused by the hammer handle.
At this time, a figure wearing a tiger-head hat swayed out from the moon-shaped door, and the bells hanging from the brim of the hat jingled with every footstep.
The child looked only about five or six years old, but he was holding a wooden hammer as thick as his calf in his arms. He staggered towards me, and his big eyes flashing under the brim of his hat stared at the tiger boy seal on my wrist.
"Are you the new junior sister?"
He suddenly dropped the wooden hammer on the ground, causing a few gravel particles to bounce up, and took out a piece of flattened osmanthus cake from his patched pocket.
"Here you go! I've been hiding it for three days and I couldn't bear to eat it!"
The dusty cakes were still warm. Just as Xiaobai was about to refuse, he sat down next to me, his short legs dangling.
"My name is Xiaosong! I'm the clan leader's grandson!"
"..."
Chu Shanjun's voice of scolding came from a distance, and Xiaosong immediately put his index finger to his lips and made a "hush" sound.
He came closer mysteriously, the fluff on his hat brushing my cheek:
"I know there's a firefly valley in the back mountain! When the moon rises to the top of that crooked tree, let's sneak out, okay?"
As he spoke, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the crooked rhyme lines drawn on his arms with charcoal.
"Look! I'm learning to draw the paw prints of the Flame Tiger. Can you teach me?"
The evening breeze blew the dust from the training ground across the field, and Xiaosong's tiger-head hat was blown to one side.
The way he fumbled to adjust his hat made Xiaobai laugh, and the soreness from the training seemed to be relieved a little.
When the moonlight climbed up the wall of Dazong, he had already used branches to draw crooked flames on the ground, and solemnly split half a piece of osmanthus cake in two:
"From today on, you are my most powerful senior sister!"
Xiaosong raised his dusty little face and looked at me with sparkling eyes:
"What's your name, Senior Sister?"
The evening breeze gently lifted the tiger-head hat that he wore askew, revealing a faint bruise on his forehead, like a mark left by a mischievous act.
Xiaobai reached out to help him straighten his hat. His fingertips touched the soft fur, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a gentle arc.
The fragmented moonlight fell on his expectant face, and in a trance it overlapped with a certain afternoon in his memory - my mother did the same thing at that time, smiling and wiping off the sweet stains on my lips from the frosting I had secretly eaten.
"My name is Yun Bai."
His voice unconsciously lowered, and he reached out and put the half piece of osmanthus cake he had given to Xiaobai back into his palm.
"Keep this for yourself, Xiaosong. I'll take you to pick wild berries in the mountains behind you next time."
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and buried his face in my shoulder. The bells on his hat rubbed my neck and made it itchy, but a warm breath flowed into my heart along with the moonlight.
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