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Lin Zhanyu looked at Wei Qingyun, and saw that the other party's eyes were extremely bright, and his expression was extremely determined.This made him think of the smoldering smoke outside the pass, and also the tragic disaster that happened to Senior Brother Wei's hometown Jinan City a few years ago.

Going forward, since more than 90 years ago, there have been many battles on this land, no matter which city is full of scars and mottled with blood and tears.

So he nodded emphatically: "Brother, I remember. Even if you die, you must never bow your head and be a slave to a subjugated country."

"Yes." Wei Qingyun replied: "This is the integrity that has been passed down for thousands of years."

As the young man said this, he suddenly remembered what Lin Xiucai had told him.

The man said that in the Song Dynasty, there was an old general Zongze who repeatedly fought against the Jin soldiers and defended half of the country in the Southern Song Dynasty. His ambition to recover the rivers and mountains was not fulfilled, but he died in depression.

The man also said that hundreds of years ago, there was a general named Qi Jiguang, who bluntly said, "I don't want to be named Marquis, but I hope Haibo will be peaceful." He guarded the southeast coast and frightened the pirates.

The past is vivid in my mind, and Qi Lao's singing and the teachings of my senior brother are still in my ears.In Lin Zhanyu's mind, the word family and country vaguely had a recognizable concrete image.

They stayed in Shanghai for a few days and then went back: the boy had never left Nanjing since he was a child, and he was really homesick.

On the day of his return trip, Wei Qingyun woke up early, and he was really exhausted when he was away from home and had to take care of his junior brother.When he got on the train, he felt sleepy and fell asleep sitting up.

Lin Zhanyu had noticed this man's fatigue early on.Although it's summer now, the boy thought maybe he should cover his senior brother with something, in case he catches a cold.

He took out a thin blanket from the luggage: this time they brought a serious bag, not the simple and simple bag that Lin Zhanyu had prepared when he wanted to escape.

The boy covered his senior brother with a blanket.The two were very close, and Lin Zhanyu once again felt the faint aroma of sandalwood.

Lin Zhanyu's reputation in Nanjing gradually grew as he worked with his master and fellow seniors time and time again.Many people may not know his name, but they must know Boss Qiao's young apprentice and the young man next to Brother Wei.Therefore, whenever he was free to go to the city, more people chatted with him.

He once heard a peddler who sold spices say that the sandalwood fragrance is mild, and it is best used for calming the mind and meditating.

Lin Zhanyu felt that what the spice dealer said was right, because whenever he was close to Wei Qingyun, he would feel very peaceful in his heart.

In the past, he was afraid of many things and worried about many things, but all kinds of things in this world, be it panic or sorrow, were all dismantled by this man, and then he put the bloody truth in front of him, telling him that there is nothing to be afraid of, It's just that soldiers come to block, water comes to cover.

In a trance, the young man couldn't even tell whether his peace of mind came from the sandalwood fragrance or from his Senior Brother Wei himself.

During the bumpy train, Wei Qingyun slept soundly.Lin Zhanyu tried to lean on his shoulder lightly, but did not wake him up.

The young man closed his eyes, and carefully traced the outline of Wei Shige in his mind, there was the back in the snowy morning, the scholar at the table in the evening, the entertainer like a living treasure, and the unyielding youth.

After thinking about it, Lin Zhanyu suddenly discovered that in his heart, this young man who had been holding a cane to teach him a lesson two days ago was hooked on the word "beautiful".

Before, he never thought that he would use this word on a man. He thought that such a description should belong to a smart and beautiful woman, such as his sister-in-law who sang much better than the elder brother, and the street wine seller in the city. The pungent and shrewd female shopkeeper, or the gentle and demure "Tofu Xishi" with outstanding craftsmanship in the alley.

In short, no matter what, it shouldn't belong to this person in front of me with a sharp face and a tough and decisive personality.

Thinking this way, he sat up straight again.He turned his head to look at Wei Qingyun, and saw that the man was resting his head on his elbows, his expression was quiet, different from the frowning and well-founded advances and retreats when he was awake, he seemed to be a country of his own in the noisy train carriage.

Brother Wei's shoulders are flat, and his exposed forearm looks very strong. Lin Zhanyu knows that this is the result of years of body training.

He sighed rarely, and thought: When I go back, I must practice harder.

"Zhanyu?" After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qingyun woke up and saw the young boy sitting beside him in a daze, staring at him with a pair of clear eyes, staring at him a little awkwardly.

He woke up for a moment, and found himself covered with a blanket.

"Is this what you covered me?" Wei Qingyun asked with a smile.

Because he just woke up, his voice is not loud, which is very rare for Lin Zhanyu.

The boy nodded quickly: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"It's summer, it's cold." Wei Qingyun said, but didn't take the blanket away.

He was actually somewhat relieved in his heart, he was very happy to see that the little junior who used to only know how to lose his temper finally understood how to love others.

"We're almost in Nanjing." Wei Qingyun took out his pocket watch to check the time, then stretched, rubbed the boy's head, and sighed to himself, "It's tiring to travel far."

However, what Senior Brother Wei didn't know was that this movement, which he had done countless times in the past, had an unusual and strange effect today.

The moment his warm palm touched the opponent's hair, the young man suddenly felt as if an electric shock had passed through his body, and even his heart beat faster for a moment.

Lin Zhanyu hurriedly avoided Wei Qingyun's hand, and changed the topic: "Brother, I'm hungry."

Wei Qingyun didn't think much about it, but sighed in his heart that his little junior brother had finally grown up, and was no longer the skinny and pitiful child when they first met.

As the sky was getting dark, he looked out the window and whispered: "When we get off the train, let's find a shop and eat duck blood vermicelli soup."

It was dark when they got off the train.Wei Qingyun carried the luggage in one hand and grabbed the boy's arm with the other, trying to get out of the crowd.

They found a small shop next to the train station, and each ordered a bowl of soup and two drawers of steamed buns.

"According to Master's arrangement, I have to leave tomorrow morning." After finding a corner to sit down, Wei Qingyun said, "This time I'm not going to Tianjin, but Datong and Suiyuan."

"Why?" Lin Zhanyu was puzzled.

"Master's art method is popular in Nanjing, but the folk artists in Tianjin and Beiping don't want to admit it." Wei Qingyun picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the young man, and then filled the porcelain cup in front of him: "He wants to I took his autographed letter and went to see how the performers in the other place are doing, if I can learn something from them, it would be great."

"Oh." The boy nodded: "Then how long are you going this time?"

"One or two months sooner. If it's slower," Wei Qingyun narrowed his eyes: "It depends on the situation, I can always come back before the year."

It was still summer at this time, and Wei Qingyun's point directly pointed to the New Year.

The boy's heart was filled with unexplained dissatisfaction, and he couldn't help frowning: "Why did he let you go?"

"Big brother needs to support his family, so even Qiao Li can't get away from doing the work for him. As for you, you are too young to go out alone." Wei Qingyun smiled and said, "Who else can there be besides me?"

Right.Lin Zhanyu thought silently.

It was meal time at this time, and the shop was busy, so it took a long time for the food they ordered to arrive.

Lin Zhanyu lowered his head and ate voraciously, feeling the mellow aroma of the duck and the tenderness of the vermicelli, and the inexplicable loneliness in his heart was relieved a little.

This was the young man's first time out of Nanjing, and he was naturally tired after traveling for several days. After returning, he took a quick shower, wishing he could fall asleep right away.

However, what he didn't expect was that on this night, for the first time in his life, he knew what a dream was.

Lin Zhanyu doesn't remember dreams, he has been like this since he was a child, no matter whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, he always forgets it when he wakes up, and this time is no exception.However, unlike before, the next morning he clearly remembered one thing: the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in his dream all the time, and it was exactly the same as the scent on his senior brother Wei's clothes.

Covered with a thin blanket, he lay alone in the spacious room staring at the roof in a daze, his mind blank, until Qiao Li came to call him.The man called out at the door: "Zhanyu! What time is it! Why don't you get up!"

The young man hurriedly cleaned up everything, and soon appeared in front of Senior Brother Xiao Qiao.His mind was still a little confused, and after opening the door, he blurted out: "Where is Senior Brother Wei?"

"He has already set off, and left before dawn." Qiao Li was a little puzzled: "Didn't he tell you? He's going to the north for a while."

"I said it." Lin Zhanyu then remembered: "He said it."

After Wei Qingyun left, Lin Zhanyu's life has not changed much. He still wakes up every morning to practice hard, and at night imitates Senior Brother Wei's previous appearance to write and draw, recording all the experiences and methods he found throughout the day.

He read it from morning to night, and finally memorized the passages in "Eight Fan Screens". At this time, Qiao Xiaoyan began to teach him martial arts.

"Use some strength! It's not that young and strong people won't give you food." Qiao said standing behind him with a smile, and from time to time he gave him a hard blow on the back of his waist. His evaluation was extremely pertinent: "If you dare to do this If you don’t work, people will boo you.”

The young man practiced hard, and his body was often bruised and purple. Some fell from himself, and some boss Qiao beat him up.His appetite has also increased a lot.

But this had a very significant effect: in late autumn, he played sticks in front of people for the first time. Although he still looked young, he behaved well, and everyone applauded.

It is commensurate with his gradually growing taller and stronger body bones.Once, a young man stood in the backyard, staring at the wall he fell from two years ago, thinking silently: If I fell down again now, would Senior Brother Wei still be able to catch me?

It was also at that time that he suddenly realized that Wei Qingyun had been gone for half a year.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month in the 22nd year of the Republic of China, in the morning, Qiao Xiao said with a smile that he was chatting with Lin Zhanyu while eating breakfast as before: "You are young, just remember one sentence, don't be lazy."

He patted Lin Zhanyu's shoulder, and said earnestly: "But you have to know, working hard is not the same as spilling dog's blood. You carefully do what you should do to the best. This is called working hard. If you want to win someone's If you deliberately play tricks and play tricks that don't fit your role, you're just spilling blood."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "The judges don't like this."

Lin Zhanyu's mouth was busy eating, so he could only nod his head desperately to show that he understood and remembered.

Qiao smiled and said that he was very satisfied with this. He stroked his goatee, narrowed his eyes and said, "Your brother Wei said in his letter two days ago that if everything goes well, he will probably be back today. Can he leave this time?" When you are young, don't go out and meet him at the entrance of the alley."

Lin Zhanyu paused the hand holding the bowl, suddenly very excited.He immediately put down the bowl, and the voice was so loud that Qiao Xiaoyan and Qiao Li were startled.

The young man wiped his mouth and spoke with great energy: "Got it! I'll go right away!"