Nightfall

The Damn Flying Sword!

Chen Pipi sincerely praised, “Well said.”

Ning Que shrugged and responded, “I often say some beautiful words that are even beyond my expectation.”

Then they exchanged their eyes and laughed.

It was not noticed when did the melodious music drifting on the cliff terrace stop. And as for the issue of craziness and preference, Ning Que had found a temporary answer, which made him less anxious than he was the previous days. Then he went down the mountain shoulder to shoulder with Chen Pipi, pondering whether he should go to sleep in the old library, after which he might return to the Lin 47th Street to go shopping with Sangsang and relax himself. But unexpectedly, with a gust of swaying in the dense woods along the path, two men walked out of it.

Fortunately, there are two men here, and then it was impossible to be Eleventh Brother who was most frustrating. Unfortunately, these two men held lyre and flute, wearing loose Academy uniforms, who were exactly Senior Brother Beigong and Ximen addicted in tonality.

“Little Younger Brother, yesterday when listening to the song, you didn’t nod frequently, so I guess there must be some problems with the song.”

Beigong Weiyang, Ninth Brother, also got blood-streaked eyes. He warmly pulled Ning Que’s sleeves and said, “Last night, Ximen and I stayed for the whole night to make some adjustments in the three successive sections of the song, which we are satisfied. But after all, it was written by us, so our satisfaction is not reliable. Then I want to invite you to make some comments.”

Ximen Buhuo, Tenth Brother, held the Chinese zither and sincerely said, “Little Younger Brother, thank you.”

Chen Pipi looked at Ning Que with sympathy, figuring you had just solved your problems in mentality, but again had to be disturbed by those trifles and chores. As the youngest one in the Back Mountain of the Academy, you have to endure so much pain!”

Ning Que slightly stiffened. Looking at the burning eyes of the two Senior Brothers, he thought of the old scholar attentively reading books beside the cave. So after a moment of silence, he greeted a bow with hands folded in front with a smile and calmly said, “Two Senior Brothers, I am sorry I can’t appreciate the song today.”

“Then what else can you do? Those guys forced you to play chess or debate?” Beigong Weiyang unhappily said with a wave of his sleeve, “Don’t feel embarrassed, I can deny them for you. Don’t they know how precious your time is?”

Ning Que couldn’t help laughing at his words, shaking his head and saying, “Ninth Brother, today I won’t listen to songs or play chess, nor will I debate with Eleventh Brother. I just want to have a sound sleep.”

Beigong Weiyang gazed at him with wide eyes and asked in confusion, “Why not listen to the song?”

Ning Que gently replied, “Because I… don’t like it.”

Beigong Weiyang was stunned at his answer. Fumbling the vertical bamboo flute in his hand, he distressedly asked, “Why? I saw you listen happily in the previous times.”

Ning Que answered with a smile, “I just wanted to make the two Senior Brothers happy. In fact, I was not that happy.”

Feeling bewildered, Senior Brother Ximen Buhuo interrupted, “But you frequently nodded your head during listening… ”

Ning Que sighed, “Because I was too sleepy.”

Hearing their dialogue, Chen Pipi was dumbfounded and gently pulled Ning Que’s sleeve to draw him aside, reminding him in a whisper, “How can you speak to a Senior Brother in such a way? Don’t say out even if you really don’t like it.”