"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Senior Brother Lu is so short that he can't meet people!" Xia Mi said seriously, "We are all criticizing him, Senior Brother, come too!"

Chu Zihang also opened the Night Watch forum, and immediately saw the first post on the homepage, "The Past of We Slaying Dragons in Those Years," and the person who posted it was Lu Mingfei.

He was slightly stunned. It was not a joke. Lu Mingfei actually started writing on the Night Watch Forum? Moreover, the popularity of this post soared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short time, the number of views had exceeded 100.

Hesitantly clicked on the post, Chu Zihang started reading from the beginning, and found that his junior brother was writing about the auction not long ago. No wonder the popularity increased so quickly.

The most popular thing on the Night Watch forum right now is the video of Lu Mingfei at the auction. Many people are discussing that Lu Mingfei’s S-class is undoubtedly well-deserved.

The white gull that strayed into the city...

Chu Zihang pondered, is the junior brother hinting at the panic and uneasiness he felt after awakening as a dragon but living in the human world?

He continued reading.

The following is a description of a common scene, for example -

"Lu Mingfei stepped into the main hall of the Opera House, and the air of ostentation swept in from all directions. The surrounding columns were like the ruins of the Parthenon on the Acropolis in Athens, but they were painted a gorgeous dark red to support them.

On the dome-shaped ceiling, giant crystal chandeliers one after another dispersed all the shadows..."

Chu Zihang skipped this insignificant scene description directly.

But he quickly froze.

I fully understand Xia Mi’s mood.

The last paragraph is——

"Lu Mingfei stepped into the hall late. In front of him were hundreds of pairs of golden eyes representing blood! He was surrounded! The moment he stepped into the hall, he was surrounded by countless mixed races! Those who claim to be upper-class people

People turned around and looked at the little lake gull who accidentally entered the banquet with contempt and disdain. Their conversations and laughter were full of contempt and disdain for him..."

The ellipses do not omit the following original text, but this is his ending.

This guy even wrote a trailer:

Facing ridicule and contempt from all directions, where should Lu Mingfei go? Stay tuned for the next chapter "Pride"!

Chu Zihang continued to scroll down the page expressionlessly, and saw the "criticism" in Xia Mi's mouth.

[1st Floor: Diving Fish: Write yourself? I was shocked!]

[2nd Floor: Diving Cat: Speed ​​update, no updates tonight, direct visit for friendly exchanges. 】

[Fourth Floor: No bangs left: One day, with a knife in hand, I will kill all the broken dogs in the world!]

…

Chu Zihang was a little dumbfounded.

What on earth is this guy thinking? Is he too busy recently? I wrote it with myself as the protagonist, and the name is "The Past of We Slayed Dragons in Those Years". In the words of my junior brother, there are so many things that I can't complain about.

He shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to close the forum, Xia Mi on the opposite side exclaimed: "Hey, senior brother has updated!"

Chu Zihang was startled, so fast?

"Pfft..." Xia Mi suddenly laughed, "Why did this guy just write one chapter and then start writing an extra chapter!"

Chu Zihang silently refreshed the post and chose "See only the original poster".

After scrolling down the page, I quickly saw the excerpt from Xia Mi's mouth - the first chapter of Lu's essay "Life can't just be like the first time we met".

Chu Zihang was stunned on the spot.

Life can't just be like the first time we met...

His heart was inexplicably touched and slowly sank.

I don't know when, Xia Mi looked at the computer screen quietly, and Chu Zihang took a deep breath and continued reading.

…

"There may be a figure in everyone's memory, maybe it's a white skirt fluttering, maybe it's long hair reaching the waist, maybe it's a person shooting on the basketball court, a person practicing the piano in the piano room, standing in front of the window and watching

A couple of hours of heavy rain...anyway, they must be impressive."

"Maybe you saw that figure in the early morning sunshine on the way to school every day on the bus, maybe you saw her raising her head next to the big banyan tree when the sun fell on her white skirt, or maybe it was the school's literary evening.

I saw her dazzling figure on the street, accompanied by thunderous applause from the audience, or when I looked up out of the window after finishing my homework every night, I caught a sudden glimpse and saw the girl who lived opposite standing with her long hair scattered.

Looking up at the stars on the balcony..."

"Whether it's the nervous and anticipated 'encounter' when we were young on the bus, or the graceful and slender figure of the girl under the banyan tree, or the beautiful figure of her home on the balcony... all these pictures will stay in our hearts forever, sour and beautiful.

in memory."

"Even after many years, we have grown up and are no longer the immature teenagers we once were, but when we look back at these pictures from the depths of our minds, they are still so beautiful and heart-stopping."

"Maybe in the end, we meet again, but more of them have passed by each other. Some things have already passed. Even if we meet, do we still have to lower our heads and think about whether we still have extra love? That moment of ugliness and taint

The beauty of the past was revealed, and all illusions were finally shattered..."

"Nalan Xingde said that if life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?"

"I say life can't just be like the first time we met!"

"This world will not stop the process of the huge gears twisting and moving forward because of one person's pain and roar, so we must cherish the present, so we must hold on to the people around us, so we must never wait until we lose to learn to regret.

"

"I once read a book, which said that there are 20,000 people in the world who will fall in love with her as soon as you see her, but you may never meet one in your life."

"If one day you are lucky enough to meet..."

"Please tell her on behalf of your former self - 'I finally found you.'"

…

What the hell is this?

Isn’t this youthful scars literature a waste of time? Is this okay for my junior brother? But I heard that this guy was originally in the literature club in high school. This kind of thing should be considered his special skill, and he can pick it up at his fingertips?

Chu Zihang subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Xia Mi.

Xia Mi lay quietly behind the computer screen. Is it true that girls can't resist this kind of attack?

He lowered his head again, pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the sentence "Life can't just be like the first time we met."

Of course he knew this sentence. He once thought that since life cannot be just like the first meeting, it would be better not to meet him again. This was his realization after losing that man.

He grieved deeply and locked himself in the Maybach on that rainy night six years ago, completely sealing off his inner world.

Since the beauty in the beginning is destined to be painful in the future, as long as it is erased from the beginning, there will be no pain in the future. He has always thought so, and is ready to rush to the battlefield alone at any time.

But……

In this essay, my junior brother said that it is precisely because life cannot just be the same as when we first met, so we must cherish it, so we must hold on to the people around us!

With an almost completely opposite consciousness to him, he tried to deny everything from the beginning. As long as he didn't have it, there would be no loss. But his junior brother said that it is precisely because we will lose that we learned to cherish the people around us and the present moment!

A feeling like an electric shock slowly spread from his heart to every corner of his body.

He felt something was broken, completely smashed for the first time since six years ago.

He looked up silently at the girl across the table.

In these days, this girl would find excuses to come to him every day, like a piece of brown candy that he couldn't drive away, although he didn't try to drive her away at all.

He even got used to a girl sitting across the table.

Speaking of which, Xia Mi just finished reading Five Centimeters per Second, and now he is reading this essay by his junior brother...

He once saw an analysis post, which said that among Shinkai Makoto's works, "Her and Her Cat" shows that love can transcend species, and "Beyond the Clouds, The Promised Place" shows that love is more important than the survival of the world.

But "5 Centimeters per Second" is saying that no matter how innocent or sincere the feelings are, they can't break away from the distance of time and space. After 13 years, two hearts that were once in harmony have reached the farthest point on earth.

distance.

But...is it really just that?

Chu Zihang suddenly said: "Have you seen Voice of the Stars?"

"Voice of the Star? No." Xia Mi leaned out from behind the computer screen and tilted his head slightly.

"You can take a look, I have a tablet. It is also a work of Makoto Xin Haicheng." Chu Zihang tried his best to keep his tone calm and calm.

"Senior brother, I have reason to suspect that you want to murder me. Do you want me to be depressed? Then stay by my side to comfort me and take advantage of it!" The girl blinked her clear eyes.

"..."

Chu Zihang turned his eyes sideways, looked at the distant sky that was gradually entering autumn, and said softly:

"Makoto Shinkai has made many movies, and "Five Centimeters per Second" is just one of them. In "Voice of the Star", the male and female protagonists are eight and six light years apart, but their hearts are approaching each other faster than the speed of light.

We stayed together for the last moment."

"So, distance can't stop love!"

He slightly emphasized his tone, ended the conversation, lowered his head and once again immersed himself in collecting information.

Xia Mi held her chin in her hands, and a sweet and touching smile gradually bloomed on her face.
To be continued...