Zhong You's injury was not serious, and it was fine after seven or eight days. He walked around the academy and the wall of the outer courtyard had risen. Su Zhou accompanied him and asked, "What name do you want to give the academy? Zhong Family Academy?"

Zhong You stood beneath the weeping willow with a crooked neck and smiled, "It's too boring to hang my last name." He thought about it again and said, "It's better to call it 'Canglang'."

"What does that mean?" Su Zhou raised his hand to block the storefront, and was so hot that he was depressed.

"I want you to study hard. In the future, there will be both innocent people who are born in the world, and those who are upright people who are born in the world, and those who are open-minded people who are observing the world." Zhong Youwang said in the academy that was in the prototype, "I am an incompetent person, and I will probably lose the deep meaning of Canglang." He smiled at Su Zhou again, "I hope you."

"It doesn't sound easy to do." Su Zhou wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "But if the sir teaches me, I'd like to try any one."

He was still young and didn't know what kind of taste this would bring to Zhong You, nor did he know what the meaning of Zhong You said. But it was because of his young that he dared to say it so cleanly and without thinking.

Zhong You can't do it.

Even if his teacher mentioned Baiou's name to him, he couldn't.

People are a little envious and moved.

Most of them are angry about this young man, which is an uncontrollable concern after passing by. Zhong You is a little envious and has some expectations. Although his incompetent things cannot be imposed on others, they are inevitably expected to have expectations.

Zhong You raised his hand and tapped Su Zhou's forehead, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled slowly, saying, "Yes, I'll teach you."

Su Zhou touched his head, revealing his snow-white teeth, just thinking that he was silly smirking.

At the end of the day when Su Zhou returned home, his husband gave him one more book besides calligraphy and painting books. At the end of the summer night, Su Zhou sat on the wooden ladder in his yard, leaning on the page of the book with the sound of mosquitoes and frogs.

The home page is the word "Mr.

"The water of Canglang is clear, so that I can wash my tassels. The water of Canglang is turbid, so that I can wash my feet. 1 Even though I am not a gentleman, I dare not forget to express my ambition."

Su Zhou did not recognize the words "Zhuo" and "Ying", but recognized "Canglang" and "Gentleman". He had no pen and ink, and could not hold the pen. He could only use his fingers to describe it on his sleeve until he remembered it.

Shi Yu put the book back on the shelf, and when he swiped it, he realized that one was missing. Zhong You was reading a book beside the desk. He just thought he wanted to borrow a book in front of the shelf, so he flipped the page and said casually: "If you like it, just borrow it."

"One book is missing." Shi Yuzhong took the lyrics book, "Did you lend it to Su Zhou?"

"No." Zhong You took the pen on the rack, dipped it ink and wrote something on the paper, and said, "It's for him." He laughed and looked up at Shi Yu and said, "I think Azhou has spiritual energy and needs to be polished well in the future. Fortunately, he now has plans to study."

"Thank you for your hard work, sir." Shi Yu found a different handwriting in the note below the lyrics, and he whispered it, "Zhong Yuanwen."

Zhong You paused his pen, and the ink underneath bloomed. He collected the waste paper as if it were ordinary and said, "Zhong Yuanwen, famous He, is my elder brother's handwriting."

Big brother?

As if he knew what he was thinking, Zhong You put his pen and turned out the window, and said warmly: "I only said that there were many brothers and sisters in my family, but in fact there were only two of them. My elder brother was one of them." It was also difficult to see that the fingertips were tangled around the edge of the sleeve for a long time. He said: "Although I don't forget it now, my teacher was his teacher in his early years."

It is not uncommon for a family of brothers to go out together. But why do you use the words "although I don't forget it now" to make some stories appear inside. But Zhong You obviously did not intend to continue to talk about the elder brother, and just skipped: "Do you like this word?"

Shi Yu's fingertips gently stroked under Zhong Yuanwen's handwriting, closed the book, and said, "I can't say I like it, just take a look."

"I think you like books like Jinghou Chuan and other things." Zhong You smiled, "I used to like it very much."

"Jinghou?" Shi Yu leaned against the bookshelf, his fingers flew over the shelf, fixed on a book, and said, "Beiyang Xinjing?" and then said slowly, "I don't like it."

"Um?"

"This kind of saint's legend." Shi Yuwang's deep eyes on the spine of the book were pitch black, and his voice became more and more sluggish: "I don't like it."

Zhong You laughed over there, "I liked it very much when I was a child. I had to listen to others telling each day. I flipped through the old story again and again, and I wish I could have been born a few years earlier." He got up and lit the lamp, put it in his palm, and the light was blown gently. He continued, "But later, I grew up a few years later, and I knew I could not reach that state, nor could I do that. I was just an ordinary person, and I had just read a few books in the yard. I couldn't become Jinghou, nor was I a latecomer. I was." He smiled, "I just wanted to be a gentleman."

Zhong You didn't know.

When he said this, he had a loneliness on his face. It was true loneliness. It was not like Shi Yu, but true and as light as light. But for anyone who can reveal loneliness and loneliness, no matter how lightly he mentioned, the weight he put in his heart will never be too light.

Shi Yu stood in the dark and looked at him, looking at his enchanting eyes and gentle face, and laughed three points at all, and his voice was not stained with sorrow.

"Mr. I really can't become Jing Hou." Shi Yu turned his eyes back and fell on the bookshelf, "Mr. I can't become Mr. I can't become Mr.."

Zhong You put off the lamp, stretched his waist, smiled on his face, and said, "That's right." He turned his head and smiled, "No, he said it right."

Shi Yu Guang saw that his eyebrows and eyes were stretched out, and his lips moved and he also started to laugh.

It was too late when he came out of Zhong Youyuan, and Shi Yu chased the road home. The weeping willows by the stream were blurred with shadows of trees, so he still walked along the stream. It was dark and there were potholes under his feet. Fortunately, he often walked, so he was not embarrassed.

Let’s talk about the willows covering the moonlight this night. Shi Yu heard the movement when he shook past the weeping willows. Someone walked behind the thick tree. He glanced at him and his steps slowed down.

More than one, followed by him.

Shi Yu stopped, kicked a stone out of his toes and thumped into the stream. He stood sideways, his eyes darker than the night. He said, "Are you following me to beg for food? Get out."

The human face was exposed behind the tree, and the injured arm was hanging around the neck. The man said, "Shi Liu, you can make it easy to wait."

Shi Yu crushed gravel under his feet, his eyes were harsh and fierce, and he smiled, "You make it easy for me to find."

It was the man he took to the man in front of that morning.

The man said, "You mad dog, I've been bitten half of my life by you for nothing. I'm afraid it's not reasonable!"

Shi Yu saw that the two or three people who came out next to him had something in their hands. Although the light and darkness could not be seen clearly, he also guessed that he was carrying a guy who could hit people.

Shi Yu didn't move his feet and said, "It's impossible to say." The corner of his lips curled up and said, "It's the only way to send his whole life."

People came up behind him, and the people gradually approached the circle. Shi Yu still hung his hands and refused to move, and his eyes were so deep that it made people tremble. Because he only stared at the man, as if he could not see the thick stick. As long as the man's life was too cold, he even stared at him, which made the man wince.

Shi Yu threw it down with a stick from behind. Shi Yu avoided his head and hit his back. The stick as thick as a bowl hit him hard. He didn't turn his head back, but he just kicked the annoying one in front of him and walked straight to the man. The man put his hands in his arms, how dare he face him again and he was about to retreat. Unexpectedly, Shi Yu's movements were astonishingly fast as he pulled the belt that was hanging on the back of his neck and wounded his arm, and dragged the man back. The sticks all over the place hit him with a muffled sound. Shi Yu's palm stuck on the back of the man's neck, lifting the man's head up.

The man struggled and panicked, saying, "You, you dare! Shi Liu! You still dare to really kill someone!"

The wooden stick hit the shoulder. Shi Yu held the stick with his other hand and elbowed it on the face of the sticker. The other party was hit and screamed in pain. He covered his face and squatted down. He didn't know whether it was the bridge of his nose or somewhere. The damp and hot liquid in the dark flowed down his fingers. But it was not over yet. Shi Yu turned his elbows at his back spine and pointed it at his back, causing people to kneel down with the bloody sound. Before the man had too much tongue, Shi Yu raised his hand and pulled his chin off, and the fingers holding him on the back of his neck and dragged the person to his eyes.

The eyes under the broken hair lit up, and they were ignited in the dimness and chaos.

"Um, uh!" The man who couldn't close his mouth struggled in fear, and his wounded arms fell out. He used his remaining hands to snatch Shi Yu's palm, staring at him and kicking his feet on the ground.

Shi Yu lowered his eyes and showed his sharp tiger teeth slightly, and said slowly: "Isn't this life just for me?"

Mad dog!

The man struggled desperately, Shi Yu's fingers were stuck in his throat. The man grabbed his single palm and his cuffs, his wide eyes gradually rolled up, and his legs were straightened with difficulty in breathing.

The dagger suddenly stabbed from one side, Shi Yu raised his foot and kicked the person away, and the dagger wiped his clothes. The person who was kicked bent over in pain, held the dagger in both hands, and slashed in the air like a ghost, saying in surprise: "Stop! Stop!"

The man's eyes were already distracted, and heels were slowing down with difficulty, and his heels were slashing out on the ground. Not only did Shi Yu not let go, he even got stuck even harder.

"Mad Dog!" The man holding the dagger shouted in surprise and rushed towards him, and the waving dagger was slashing around.

Shi Yu raised his feet, but with a loud noise, the person holding the dagger suddenly fell to the ground.

Exposed the blue shirt behind.

Zhong You's chest was undulating, and his feet were still trampling on the wooden clogs he wore in the house. His hair was scattered, and the stone bricks in his hand fell to the ground.

Shi Yu's hand suddenly loosened.

The man slipped to the ground, turned over and crawled, and felt a shocking relapse and coughing.

Shi Yu stood there straight, seeing the mixed surprise in Zhong You's eyes. His palms were a little wet, and Shi Yu's stomach rolled in disgust. He frowned, with a strong desire blocking his chest and pressing him tightly.

It seemed as if Zhong You turned around, he would be unable to suppress anything.

"You." Zhong You took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and saw the man's face clearly. It was almost the first time he showed such a clear expression. He said, "Go quickly!"

Shi Yu looked at him.

Zhong You stepped a few steps past the man and came to him. As Shi Yu looked at him without expression, he pulled up his sleeve and said angrily: "Just these few steps, why don't you shout? If he brings another dagger, you will still be alive tonight!" He pulled him back and walked back, "Go!"

Shi Yu's cuffs were ripped apart, and Zhong You pulled them so hard that they were even bigger. He turned around and was both angry and shocked, saying, "Can you still use your fists to teach people with such a big fist? Just open your mouth, can you still lose a piece of meat? Look at your wrist, you have already-"

"Sir." Shi Yu seemed to have suddenly closed the sharp edges, and looked at Zhong You with his dark eyes, which were slightly bright under the moon. His fingertips gently touched Zhong You's fingertips, giving him a little warmth and calmness, "smacked on his back."

Zhong You almost melted his anger by the gaze and gently stirred fingertips, but he still remembered that he couldn't be soft now. He said, "It's a good smash." He slowed down again and said, "Go back to show you."

"It hurts." Shi Yu glanced at the ground, and the man who was coughing violently immediately shut his mouth.

However, Shi Yu didn't say anything, just pointed to the man's neck when Zhong You turned around, with a fierce look in his eyes. The man stared in shock and covered his throat and climbed back a few steps, not daring to stop him.

The night was dark and Zhong You couldn't see things clearly, so he fumbled all the way through listening to the sound. At this moment, he took Shi Yu and walked back in the darkness that he couldn't see clearly. The wooden clogs were creaking with stones, and Zhong You couldn't walk steadily, and Shi Yu held his arm.

"It's all stones." Shi Yu stepped forward with his long legs and said, "I'll go ahead."

Zhong You was looking down at the road, so he didn't know what the gaze looked back from before.
Chapter completed!