Chapter 5: .Exchange Life World Sea (Part 2) (Revised)

The Sea of ​​Exchange (Part 2)
The sun setting in the west is only a corner left and still struggling at the top of the mountain. This afterglow is blocked by the tall locust tree in the college, leaving behind a few traces of dim light, making the figure of the visitor sink in the thick. It is difficult to see clearly in the shade of the tree. At this moment, the white spire street lamp on the courtyard wall began to slowly light up, and as the person approached, the soft light finally gently lifted the darkness from him.
The visitor was tall and dressed in a wide moon-white plain robe, with a coiled jade belt around his waist, and a thinner waist, with a long dark green hair tied into a ponytail and hung behind his head. His face is not as soft as the orthodox Orientals, with a high nose, wide forehead, thin cheeks, sunken eye sockets, and a faint indifference in Junya.
At this moment, he walked slowly and facelessly, several clusters of bangs were blown upside down by the night wind, and his cold eyes flashed with green gloom from time to time under the brilliance of the street lamp, adding a strange deterrent. His footsteps are steady, even if he is wearing socks and clogs, every step is as regular as it has been measured, with no extra movements.
The man quickly came to Jiehai, turned his head slightly and glanced at the black guard, seeming to blame, but he could not see the slightest anger on his expression, and he was still calm and steady. The guard glanced at him, lowered his head as if he had received some kind of warning, stepped back slowly, and stood in front of his little master.
Seeing that his subordinates were so weak, Yuming was annoyed in his heart. He stepped forward and pushed him away, pointing to the person who came and shouted: "Far away! Don't think you can do anything if you come. I caught him on the spot this time. , The evidence is conclusive, and you cannot deny it!"
The young man in a toga named Jinyuan didn’t say a word to the rude scream. He took a closer look at the now-embarrassed young man, and only smiled after confirming that he was not harmed. , Asked softly: "Why come back so late?"
"Brother Jinyuan! I..." Jie Hai suddenly felt a slightly sour nose. If anyone in this academy is most worthy of his trust, it would be the senior senior in front of him. His eyes reddened aggrievedly, and he just wanted to confide this experience to the other party, but then saw that he smiled and shook his hand at him, and immediately sealed his mouth.
He comforted the mud-faced boy a little bit, put his smile away as far as he could, turned around to look at the two Yuming, bent over and gently said, "I don't know what your highness meant? Your highness made a move first, but he turned back. It is really puzzling to say that I am waiting to deny Yunyun."
"Don't give me a literary man, I have the ability, wait until you put on the court clothes!" Yuming was very disgusted with the official rhetoric of ancient classical Chinese, frowned and stabbed him, then looked at the young man behind him. With a sneer, "Jie Hai is maliciously late this time. The three-day deadline has passed. I will take him to the Academic Affairs Department to wait for the college to deal with!"
"Be late with malicious intentions? I'm afraid that your Highness may have misunderstood..." Jin Yuan seemed a little surprised at his accusation. He trembled slightly, and Wen Yan explained, "Jie Hai student is ordered by His Royal Highness to do something outside of school. I don’t know where to start the preparation of activities for the new school year.
"Zhaoling? Hey! Do you think I am a three-year-old child?" Yuming laughed out of anger. How could he believe this nonsense and pointed to Jiehai reluctantly and asked him loudly, "You call him Show me the edict!"
When Jie Hai silently heard now, his heart was panicked. Where did he have any imperial orders. Seeing the other party's aggressive questioning, he opened his mouth and didn't dare to interrupt, he had already rounded up the lie as far as he could: "His Royal Highness If you say yes, there must be... If your Royal Highness wants to read the edict, a copy will be sent to you tomorrow."
"You...really hateful! Want to use the prince to crush me? Do you think I will be afraid that he will not succeed!?" Yuming flushed suddenly, and the most annoying person in his life was the prince. He heard this. As if touching the scales, a whirlwind involuntarily circulated around the body under the anger, blowing the long black hair into chaos.
"If your Royal Highness still has doubts about this matter, I will convey it..." Jin Yuan still had a plain expression, turning a blind eye to the violent whirlwind, half-closed and said, "The wind is strong at night, Your Royal Highness needs to be careful of your body. So as not to catch a cold."
Yuming stared at the always calm face, gritted his teeth, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching with anger. He knew that the other party was lying to himself, but he had nothing to fight back. Although in terms of identity, the opponent is no more than the captain of the guard, but since he grew up with the prince, he has an unusually close relationship. He is also a direct disciple of the instructor, so he really wants to fight him, I'm afraid the influence will be too bad. ...
He thought that this action was unexpected, and he never expected that Jin Yuan would rush to the rescue so quickly. He couldn't come up with an idea for a while, and his expression was uncertain. The black-clothed guard beside him seemed to perceive his confusion, and slowly stepped forward with the red sword on his waist, arching up to make a guard posture. He still lowered his head, and Jie Hai looked from the side. In the low light, he could only see a long scar on his left cheek from the side of his mouth to the ear.
The atmosphere on the court was a little frozen. Yuming suffocated his anger and thought about it for a long time, but still dispelled the idea of ​​continuing to arrest people. He squeezed his mouth and straightened his hair tossed by the wind, then glanced at the Jiehai hiding behind him as far as he could, and snorted threateningly, without saying more, and stretched his sleeves away.
The sergeant in black followed him like a shadow. When he passed by Jiehai, he stopped and turned his head to look at the young man deeply, as if he wanted to carve his appearance in his head. Jie Hai only felt cold all over his body when he glanced at his weird eyes. He trembling and rubbing his arms, looking back, they were no longer visible.
After this inexplicable dispute, his eagerness to return to school has been shattered, and he feels that the fatigue accumulated along the way is swarming, and his hungry is almost unable to help him. He sighed and turned around, as far as he could have carried the small suitcase he had fallen in the distance, he hurried forward to take it, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I really trouble you, brother Jinyuan, if it wasn't for you Come, I really don’t know what to do..."
Seeing him as far away as possible with muddy face and trembling eyebrows, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. He smiled and pointed to the side: "Thanks to your little messenger."
"Correspondent?" Jie Hai took it and wiped his face naturally, and followed his gestures. Lu Ang's small chubby head protruded from the corner of the courtyard wall not far away. He tilted his head and grinned. It's like a laughing mushroom growing out of the wall.
"Haha! Good brother! I knew you wouldn't leave me behind!" Jie Hai laughed wantonly, lifted the box and ran over, hooked his neck forcefully, and the two of them laughed and joked.
Looking at the two teenagers playing as far away as possible, he was relieved, Yu Ming had been making noise in the student union these days because of Jiehai's lateness, which made the chickens and dogs restless, and now it is finally covered. He was already worried, looked up at the sky, and slowly stepped forward and said, "Don't make trouble, I have to go back to the tea ceremony club to give lectures, Lu Ang, please send Jiehai back to the dormitory."
"Okay! Don't worry, senior, wrap me around!" The little fat man raised his chest and patted the fat on his stomach, as if he was praised, he was more proud.
"I'm going now, you have a good rest, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." Nodding to Jiehai as far as he could, and walking back and forth at a uniform pace.
At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and there was no one in the silent campus, only a burst of rapid worms echoed around with the rolling of the little suitcase. The two teenagers were chatting side by side while chatting quietly, while walking along Sophora Avenue to the dormitory area at the back of the school.
Passing through the spire mahogany arcade at the end of the avenue, and then around the curved Jiuqu water pavilion, you will see the towering seven-story residence building of the Royal Academy. The entire building is a retro brick-tile square tower structure, with white walls and black tiles stacked one after another, making it look more like a trapezoidal ancient castle from a distance. Since most of the students in the college are either rich or expensive, few people choose to live on campus. Therefore, although this dormitory area occupies a large area and the garden decoration is extremely elegant, it is still not very popular. The two walked all the way, only in the water pavilion. I saw several figures enjoying the coolness.
Lu Ang sent Jie Hai downstairs and waved goodbye to him. Jie Hai shouted at his swaying back, "Be careful on the way back!"
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Xiao Pang Dun waved his hand without looking back, and walked into the shadow of the water pavilion.
Jiehai watched his friend walk out, and waited until he disappeared before dragging his suitcase into the building.
The hall of the dormitory is brightly lit, with drop-shaped crystal chandeliers hanging from the roof, reflecting golden light on the bright white mahogany floor. Jiehai Dabao and Xiaobao moved heavily into the hall, and took a look at the glass-framed bulletin board on the right. The inside was empty except for a new school year announcement, so he turned around and walked straight to the dormitory on the left. Management Office.
The management room on the left side of the ground floor, which is not a spacious management room, is full of hardwood shelves, large and small, with all kinds of weird storage items. Beside the narrow glass door, the occupant, Mrs. Ye, was leaning on the rattan rocking chair, wiping the wool on the desk with the bright lamp. She is over sixtieth birthday, wearing a gray-blue draped long skirt with a wide linen shawl, and her white hair is very fashionable and slightly curled. She wears a pair of round cupronickel-framed presbyopic glasses, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, and a red glow on her wrinkled cheeks.
There is also a semi-circular teak radio on the desk. At this time, there is a serenade with beautiful melody, but a lot of hissing noise is mixed due to the bad signal.
Jiehai leaned his suitcase against the wall, pushed open the glass door, and waved to the old man with a grinning face, "Mother-in-law! Good evening, I'm back!"
This whisper instantly broke the original quiet atmosphere in the room. The old man was startled and looked up at him subconsciously. He quickly stood up and put down the thread ball in his hand. He stepped forward and grabbed Jie Hai’s arm: "Ouch. Hello! God, where did you go, kid? How did you make it look like this?"
Granny Ye loves this little classmate from South Island the most. She is sorry for being alone. His family situation is not good. She usually takes care of him. After asking a few questions, she took out a checkered handkerchief from the drawer and wiped it off the sea. That dirty painted face: "Tsk tsk, look at how dirty you are! What a man, ah? Don't want to be clean at all! What happened to you on the road, ah? Why are so many geniuses returning to school late? I'm so worried!"
"Hey..." Jie Hai smirked and allowed the old man to do anything on his face, but he didn't want to mention the experience that happened just now, so he scratched his forehead and said vaguely, "Anyway, it's hard to say it! Granny, you hurry up. Give me the key! This way is exhausting me!"
"Okay, okay, here's it for you!" Granny Ye put down her handkerchief and glanced at him angrily, turned around and took out a bunch of keys from the wooden cabinet by the door, and found him with a touch, "take it," Go back to the house and take a bath! It's like a mud monkey!".
"I know, thank you, mother-in-law!" Jie Hai turned around with a smile and was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by the old man again.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Just now someone sent a package and said it was for you. I don't know what it is. It's quite heavy! Wait a while, I'll get it..." Granny Ye turned back from the pile Removed a black iron box from the wooden shelf, handed it to Jie Hai.
The boy carried the iron box and looked up and down. There was no mark on the surface of the box, but a faint fragrance wafted out. Isn't it he sent it? Could it be dim sum? As soon as Jiehai's eyes rolled, he had a guess, and after thanking her mother-in-law with a smile, he threw it on his back, lifted the box and ran upstairs in a stride.
Jiehai’s room is located on the northernmost part of the third floor of the dormitory, next to the large enclosed greenhouse phantom flower garden in the backyard of the school. He jumped upstairs like wind, opened the door to look at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar dormitory, and almost wanted to fall asleep on the bed until dawn. However, his stubborn stomach was still groaning in protest, so he compromised and decided to solve personal hygiene first, and then have a good meal.
When Jie Hai finished the bath in pain, and walked out of the bathroom refreshingly wrapped in a large towel, the crooked moon had been shining in front of the glass window where he hung the school schedule. He lay down comfortably on the wide silk bed and rolled, turning his head and looking at the black iron box, propped up with his hands, ran out of the bed barefoot and carried the iron box to the desk, and knocked it away. Open.
As expected, the thick oil paper in the box was filled with various desserts: brown sugar crisps, crispy meat patties, butterfly dumplings, crystal steamed buns, and a glass jar of ice-cold Sydney pear tea. Jie Hai was drooling when he saw it, grabbed a piece of meatloaf that was still warm, and took a big bite. The skin was crispy and the meat filling was juicy, which really aroused people's infinite appetite!
He took the meatloaf in two or three mouthfuls, turned his head and took a glance, and saw a piece of paper attached under the lid of the box, and it was written in small black letters: "After eating, go to bed, and the students will have business tomorrow morning. "
"Hey, there is no one who asks people to do things as soon as they come back..." Jie Hai complained to himself, but his smile grew brighter. He sucked his greasy fingers, stuffed the note back into the tin box, leaned forward and pushed open the window, a cool summer breeze rushed in, occupying this long-unopened lost place.
The boy’s neat short hair was flying in the wind. He smiled and raised his eyebrows and sat down in front of the window. He looked up at the delicate crescent moon, then grabbed a big bun from his side and bite off half of it, squinting his eyes with satisfaction. Feet.
The night of the reunion should have been so beautiful, right?