Chapter 7: Linghu Chong III 2

  In Linghu Cong's impression, many years ago, a great man passed by Jiangdong and also said something about the tree in front of the old tree.

  He said: "If trees can't bear it, how can men?"

  The unexpected visitor disrupted Lin Feng's heroic and ambitious mood as he pointed at the mountains and rivers with his brush, and it wasn't until he re-read the resignation letter he wrote that he realized the letter had a strong murderous aura, and at this time he didn't even have the heart to think about hitting the wooden board.

  Linghu Chong fell head-first onto his own quilt, flipping through the book "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", but there were too many things in his mind at that moment, and his eyes simply stared blankly at the pages.

  He was ready to close his eyes and sleep, but he didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.

  He also hoped Yang Kang was in the dormitory at that time, so he could talk to Yang Kang. But he didn't know what he wanted to say.

  Half an hour later, he heard the sound of ginkgo leaves rustling outside the window again, and he decided to go out for a walk.

  The last night of the school anniversary, it's rare that all the streetlights are lit up, and various commemorative products are sold out - once this night is over, gifts with BinDa logo will immediately become rotten meat.

  Linghu Chong's hands were in his pockets, silently watching the people coming and going around him. He thought that tomorrow this bustle would end, there would be no more stalls, nor various kinds of people, only countless broken cars carrying him and Guo Jing rushing to class. Then after a few years, he would graduate, he would become Zhu Cong or Feng Qingyang, Zhu Cong said that young people should live more freely, Feng Qingyang said that trees grow tall...

  Every time the wall skin is brushed, a group of people are sent away, what's left?

  "This... I don't know either."

  Yang Kang said: "I estimate that chicken legs will rise in price."

  Duan Yu said: "It's okay, Linghu Cong has a natural talent and is somewhat Zen-like."

  What about Linghu Chong? Linghu Chong began to worry because he couldn't think of anything.

  He didn't know when he had walked out of the crowd, a gust of cool wind made Linghu Cong shiver. There was no one around him anymore, standing under the mottled tree shadows, on one side was the quiet tennis court, and on the other side was the old house and trees of the second gymnasium, the dense foliage covering the entire green brick wall.

  Linghu Chong's courage retreated another notch, he wasn't a timid person, but the wind was blowing eerily and they were on this road, some eerie and supernatural thoughts inevitably surged up.

  There are many quiet roads in the campus of Bin Da, but this road is particularly famous for its quietness. Yang Kang said that once a brother rode his bike through here at midnight and was asked by a girl with long braids to buy her a meal ticket, saying she wanted to go to the cafeteria to buy some midnight snacks, but forgot to bring her meal ticket. The brother immediately exchanged it with the girl, but when he rode away from the small road, he suddenly remembered that Bin Da didn't have any cafeteria selling midnight snacks at 12 o'clock. When he looked at his wallet again, there was only a yellowed piece of paper left.

  A more reliable story is told by Qiao Feng, who said that a basketball-playing brother practiced shooting hoops for half an hour at night and then went to the library to study. He was sweating profusely and thought it was too late to find a place to study, so he decided to try his luck in Building 1. However, as he walked, he accidentally took the path to Building 2 and found that the old building was lit up, but there was no one studying. The brother was overjoyed and occupied an entire row of seats, spreading out his books to study. However, it was strange that no one else came to study. The brother was tired from playing basketball and fell asleep on the table, only to be woken up by the cleaning uncle the next morning. The uncle asked him what he was doing there so early, and the brother explained that he had fallen asleep while studying the night before. The uncle's face turned pale, saying that Building 2 was about to undergo renovations and did not have nighttime study sessions. He said he had locked up at 6 pm the day before, and it was impossible for the brother to have been there studying. The brother then remembered that the small road by the second gymnasium was a mile away from Building 2, and no matter how lost he got, it was impossible for him to end up in Building 2...

  Linghu Cong felt a chill run down his spine, and the shadow of the tree at his feet seemed to flicker as if someone was lurking in the darkness around him. The distant sounds of revelry still lingered, and Linghu Cong immediately measured the distance before and behind him, pondering how he could escape this haunted place within twenty seconds with his speed of 13 seconds per hundred meters.

  At this time he heard a faint cry...

  Linghu Chong turned around nervously and saw a little girl, about four or five years old, wearing a yellow dress, standing under the tree shadow, wiping away tears with her chubby little hands.

  "Good grief." Linghu Chong let out a sigh of relief, deeply ashamed that he was not a pure materialist. If Yang Kang were to find out, Linghu Chong would be in danger of losing both his body and his reputation.

  He turned his head to leave, but the little girl's crying voice behind him became clearer and clearer.

  "Hey," he softened a bit, turned around and squatted down in front of the little girl, "don't cry, don't cry, who brought you out here?"

  "Dad and mom." The little girl moved her hand that was wiping her face away, revealing a round and chubby little face.

  "Don't cry, don't cry." Linghu Chong belched and pulled up her small hand, "I'll take you to find Mom."

  He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to call himself uncle or brother. The title of uncle made him involuntarily repelled, and calling himself brother was clearly at a disadvantage, so Linghu Cong compromised and said "I".

  "What's your name?" Linghu Chong asked the little girl.

  "Guo Xiang..."

  "Your name is really earthy," Linghu Cong nodded, regardless of the little girl's feelings, "just like a boy's name..."

  "My dad got up."

  "So your dad is really local..."

  "Ah! Guo Xiang." Someone said from behind, startling Linghu Chong.

  "Mom," the little girl shook off Linghu Chong's hand and ran all the way to her mother.

  A woman in a white dress smiled apologetically at Linghu Chong, her smile was very elegant, with a pair of soft eyes, and Linghu Chong suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.

  "Thanks, little one likes to run around." The woman gently pinched Xiao Guo's buttocks and picked her up.

  "Nothing much, are you also here for the school celebration?" Linghu Chong smiled.

  "I also graduated from here." The woman smiled again.

  This time, a shadow suddenly jumped out of Linghu Cong's mind, and he only saw that the face of this beautiful mother was very similar to Huang Rong. Moreover, the mother was not tall, but her figure was very elegant, which was also similar to Huang Rong. Linghu Cong tried to imagine Huang Rong's hair being put up in his mind, to see if it looked like this mother.

  "Guo Xiang... I'm doomed." Linghu Chong thought to himself, "Even her father's surname is Guo... and the way they named her is so tasteless, but it does resemble Eldest Brother a bit... will Eldest Brother really marry Huang Rong in the future?"

  "Hey, hurry up, everyone is waiting for us ahead," someone was shouting from the other side of the road.

  Linghu Cong rubbed his eyes in surprise, having to admit that he had limited alcohol tolerance and was already feeling a bit dizzy. It turned out that he wasn't the only one on this small path; under the shade of trees at the other end of the road, there were several figures waving at him.

  "Here they come, where are the class leaders?" His mother smiled at Linghu Chong one last time and picked up the little girl, running over to them with small steps.

  "The class monitor has gone to buy drinks," a distant voice faintly came over, "The class monitor has money, should treat us."

  "Did he go alone?" seemed to be the bright voice of that mother.

  "With the sports committee..."

  The sound faded away, and the person left too.

  The wind quietly passed through the entire small road, as if it had blown through Linghu Cong's chest. Linghu Cong stood there, his intoxication completely gone. On the road, only he was left, and he looked towards the end of the road, where under the shade of the trees, there seemed to be some faint figures, and some conversations mixed with laughter.

  He lifted his head and saw the moon hiding among the leaves. He thought of those former schoolmates who used to study here, and that class monitor he had never met. Maybe at the entrance of the store, there was a middle-aged man awkwardly holding a box of Coke or iced tea running back and forth... Someone was waiting for his drink.

  Many years later, after the wall skin has been painted several times, Linghu Chong will be a middle-aged man holding a drink, under the shade of a tree on a certain day, waiting for this class leader to return. Someone says "How is the class leader", no matter if Linghu Chong will have money or not in the future, he will be remembered as a class leader.

  The angry youth suddenly enlightened at this moment - after time passed, memories remained.

  The wind was like a thread that pierced through the past and future, blowing from behind Linghu Cong's back. Linghu Cong seemed to see his ten-year-old self at the end of the wind. Physicists treated time as one dimension of the world, but no one had ever seen this dimension stretch out like space. In the second year of the Song Dynasty's Jia You era, an ordinary student from Bian University, Linghu Cong, verified the existence of the time dimension under simple experimental conditions - two bottles of beer, using his own dizzy eyes.

  Ten years later, Linghu Chong told Yang Kang about this matter. Yang Kang said: "You little devil is drunk, on the day of the school anniversary, the tennis court opposite was closed, and everyone had to take a detour from Jingyuan, how could there be so many people walking that small road?"

  "Ding ding ding." A clanging sound came from the corridor outside the dormitory.

  "With him around, we won't have any more peaceful days." Duan Yu handed the kitchen knife to Yang Kang, "Brother Kang, go chop him up!"

  Yang Kang chopped scallions with a cleaver: "Don't rush, don't rush, wait for me to finish eating noodles and build up my strength."

  "Didn't Second Brother say he wasn't going to do it anymore?"

  "Do you believe him?" Yang Kang spat, "Believe him? The Imperial Censorate was blown up early on, not to mention that Tie Mu's plane was also shot down by him."

  Linghu Chong looked at the rice bowl in his hand and said helplessly, "Everyone come out, the imperial army has promised not to kill anyone and not to rob food."

  "Classmate......" Lu Da stuck his head out, "Is the imperial army here to help Hua Niang's business?"

  "Pffft! Get those few from your household out here, today we're not collecting tuition fees, but distributing meal vouchers..."