Chapter 129 Bing Zhixie and Bi Moye
Bi Moye has been transferred out of the intensive care unit and is lying in the medical room in the noble area, but his mind is repeatedly recalling the scene of that day, every move and every move in the battle that day. . If the person he was fighting was a child, he was obviously about the same age as him, and he was using ice magic. Maybe it would be easier to talk about other magics, but his defeat in ice magic was a big blow to him.
Christine Schiavalo looked at him for a while and then walked away quietly. Although Bimoye didn't say anything, he learned about the battle that night from Wasileb. Being defeated is indeed a very heavy thing, not to mention that Bimoye has always been very proud of himself, so his arrogant self-esteem must have been severely hit, but Xiavalo thought that this was not a bad thing. If a person is always standing in the clouds, he will suddenly notice the things below the clouds. If he falls down and takes a look, he may realize more. What concerned him even more was the person who defeated Bimoye - Celeste Bingzhixie.
There are many people who come to visit Bimoye. They are all nobles of the empire and not ordinary small nobles. There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and the flowers and tonics they send are piled up in the house. . There were also greetings from those who came, but Bimoye basically ignored them, and they were not very angry. Bimoye's character was well known among the nobles, not to mention that he was a member of the five major families.
Knelia was sitting on a chair in the corridor outside the ward. She also wanted to go in to see him, but there were too many people coming and going, and she didn't dare. It wasn't until lunchtime that I found the opportunity.
"You're here." When Bimoye saw her, he smiled as if the ice and snow were melting into the spring water. The happy time he spent with her when he was a child kept popping up in his mind.
Cornelia sat down on the chair next to his bed, just looking at him without saying a word.
“What’s wrong?”
Konelia shook her head, unwilling to answer.
Bimoye thought for a while and asked: "Did you meet my grandfather?"
"Yeah."
"What did he tell you?"
Cornelia said: "He asked me to come and see you, but..."
Bi Moye suddenly took her hand and held it tightly: "They are their business and have nothing to do with us."
Kenelia's heart trembled slightly and she wanted to retract her hand, but she struggled After a while, there was no result, so I had to let him catch me.
Bimoye looked at her with soft eyes: "You are still the same as before."
Konelia lowered her head, her cheeks were slightly red, vaguely remembering the scene when she was a child, the joke before saying goodbye. The forceful kiss made her slap Bimoye hard.
Bemoye saw through her thoughts and smiled: "Do you want to hit me again?"
Kenelia couldn't help but also laughed: "I hate it!"
Bi Moye looked into her eyes for a long time, pulled her to his side, and kissed her red lips.
Ursula and Selt hid against the wall outside the hospital room and patted their hearts. They looked at each other and smiled: "So that's it..."
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In the bathroom, Bing Zhixie was taking a bath. He lay in the bathtub with slightly hot water, peacefully enjoying a pair of small hands brushing his hair and washing his back. Serving him are lovely rice fairies. Each of these fairies is more than thirty centimeters tall, with orange-blond hair, dragonfly-like light golden transparent wings, wearing small clothes made of leaves, and bare feet. It looks like ears of wheat in a field in autumn, hence its name.
In fact, they are not born in the rice fields, but are bred in the grass with abundant natural magic. No matter summer or autumn, when the fruits are ripe, they are like naughty and cute thieves, swarming in groups. Teams of people secretly picked up the fruits from the trees and the ears of rice between the field stalks, and shared them happily together.
They are more common at the edges of forests and in villages, but in the noisy cities far away, it is not cheap to buy such a little goblin at the pet market in Debiles. Sufina bought five of them at once. In addition to being able to rub people's backs and bathe them like they are now, the most important thing is that they are optimistic, cheerful, united and full of joy.
One goblin was holding a brush and washing Bing Zhixie's hair, while the other was holding a cup and a small bucket to scoop up hot water from the bathtub and pour it down. The other three forgot to work, but found the bubbles in the pool very interesting. They sat by the pool holding soap suds and throwing bubbles at each other. They were so happy.
Seeing this, Bing Zhixie's mood improved a lot. Sufina actually chose these cute 'playmates' to accompany him so carefully. They don't just leave like goblins.
Wrapped in a bath towel and came out of the bathroom, Sufina saw that he was in difficulty and went up to help him. Bing Zhixie, however, seemed to have been bitten by electricity. She quickly retracted her hand and used the wind element to lift herself onto the sofa.
Sophina shook her head with a wry smile: "I don't even feel embarrassed, you look like a girl."
"Teacher Sufina, I really... really thank you. You've taken care of me these days." Bing Zhixie said these words with great difficulty. If it were hypocritical and perfunctory, he could say it very easily, but when he said it from his heart, it felt like he was carrying a heavy burden.
"Are you really thanking me so much?" Sufina sat down opposite him: "Then relax your heart and treat me as your sister."
There was a trace of tranquility in the air, and only the sound of flowers was heard Five rice elves near the pot giggled happily.
“Why are you so nice to me?” Bing Zhixie raised his head and looked directly at her and said, “Just because you and I are both orphans and have similar experiences?”
“Why? Sufina saw the beautiful Tongyang outside the balcony, which was like a red egg yolk: "I'm not sure, maybe it's because I also need to vent my feelings." She paused and said, "People need love." and feeling loved Love also needs to be expressed and harvested. I lost my parents when I was young, and no one cared about me. I had no one to vent my feelings to. When I see you alone, I think of myself, and when I think of myself, I fantasize about that. The brother who never existed. I often hold a doll to express my emotional pain, but it will not respond to me and cannot comfort me."
The room was silent for a long time.
"What about you?" Sophie asked, breaking the silence.
Bing Zhixie said: "I have never experienced loss, and I don't know what it feels like. I don't quite understand what you said."
"You are still young. Too young, you will understand later. "But I have something I want. Something I have never had."
Sophina suddenly asked: "Where is the amber necklace? You don't know how to throw it away." Get it.”
Bing Zhixie played with her fingers, lowered her head and said, "I left it in the dormitory. I wanted to leave."
Sufina was a little angry and said, "That's the most important thing to me. Something, I said I hope you can keep wearing it and don't take it off."
"The most important thing is. Things should be given to the most important people." Bing Zhixie said: "You should give it to your husband or leave it to your children. I'm a little curious, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
Sufina's body suddenly trembled, and the hands on her knees tightened unconsciously.
Bing Zhixie realized that her words touched something in her heart and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
A tear slipped down her cheek, and Sufina raised her eyes: "I won't have a child."
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In the hospital, Bimoye looked at this with his eyes motionless. An old man with withered bones, grey, old, but sharp eyes. This was the first time he saw the great wizard Wasileb. Even his grandfather rarely saw him. He only knew that he was a mysterious and strange old man.
Washileb smiled: "You must be thinking that I am a mysterious and weird old man, haha, that's what the rumors say."
Bimoyer still respects him very much. : "Sorry, I can't stand up to salute you."
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." Wasilebu smiled kindly.
Bimoyer said: "What others say is not necessarily a rumor. People with great abilities, their actions are beyond the understanding of ordinary people."
"Hahahahaha." Wasileb laughed in a hoarse voice: "Little guy, others say that you are cold and reclusive and don't like to talk. It seems that the rumors may not be credible. Ah, hehehe."
Bimoye also curled up and smiled. This was the only smile he had ever given to anyone other than Cornelia in recent years: "Sit down."< br>
Washileb shook his hand: "I won't sit down if I don't want to. My old bones sit a lot recently and move less. I need to move."
"Are you here for business?"
"Yes." Wasileb's eyes were sharp: "You must be very unwilling to lose to others in ice magic. It must be very painful in your heart."< br>
Bimoye nodded: "I was very sad at first, but..." He thought about Cornelia's voice and appearance, and smiled sweetly: "But there is someone who can help me. After this, I am just as reluctant as usual, but not sad.”
“Oh! You are stronger than I thought.” You must feel very lucky to get help from that person at this time."
Bimoye said: "Yes, you are really lucky."
"That's great." Wasileb patted him on the shoulder gently: "Do you know who the person you lost to was?"
Bimoye frowned, thinking in his mind Bing Zhixie's shadow flashed across his mind, and although he couldn't see the face of the man in black under the hood, his intuition told him that that person was one thousand percent Bing Zhixie.
"It seems that you already know who that person is." Wasileb asked again: "Do you know why you lost to him?"
This question is much better than Moyer's. Tian Ye thought about it again and again. In terms of hard work, he has always adhered to the place requested by his grandfather. Prison-style training, often fighting with thousands of soldiers; in terms of talent, he believed that he would never be worse than anyone else; in terms of education, knowledge... No matter what, he could not find any reason for his defeat. , but he still lost, which hit him hard.
Washileb saw his confusion and said: "Actually, you have ignored the simplest thing, which is knowledge."
"Insight?"
Washileb nodded: "People trapped in the ivory tower never know how big the outside world is. No matter how knowledgeable this person is, he is just a person at the bottom of the well. A frog."
"A frog in a well?" Bimoye thought for a while and nodded: "What should I do? Ask grandpa to send me to the front line, like my brother. ?”
Washileb shook his head: “The battle between countries will be restricted by some things, and you will not be able to exercise your fullest freedom. Just a fish in the sea, only a bird flying in the sky can see more things."
Bimoyer said: "You want me to be a mercenary?"
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"It doesn't have to be a mercenary, it's just a form. You are a talented person, don't be bound by the form. Leave the ivory tower. In fact, there is nothing left to teach you here, except those books You can learn rigid knowledge, but what you need more is to increase your knowledge. Without it, you will soon be able to catch up with the steps ahead."
Bimoye recalled Wasileb's words in a daze. Looking up, he was gone.
(End of this chapter)