Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

[At the age of eight, you became a famous swordsmanship genius after one year of school. The academy even admitted you as a royal knight in advance, and became the guard of the Queen. This is an honor that no one has ever received in the past hundred years]

[You were assigned a separate academy dormitory and sword training ground due to your excellent grades, but your taciturn personality made you not make many friends]

[At the age of nine, during the sword training process, you found that your body had a strong ability to recover. Although long-term sword training would make your body tired, it would recover quickly. The occasional wounds would also heal in a short time. It seemed that there was an endless supply of life in your body for you to use]

[At the age of ten, the swordsmanship teacher of the swordsmanship class said that he could no longer teach you. You had already memorized the theoretical knowledge of swordsmanship. In actual combat, you had basically no opponents among your peers. Even the teacher found it difficult to find your flaws. ]

[Your almost demonic swordsmanship talent has attracted the attention of the parliament. Every once in a while, someone will conduct a physical examination for you, but no matter how the examination is done, the conclusion is the same - a healthy young body, and in the end, the reason can only be attributed to "talent"]

[At the age of eleven, you are hailed as the hope of tomorrow's empire and become the representative of the Imperial Court Academy, but you don't care about it. You practice swordsmanship just to "survive"]

[The Iron Cavalry brought victory after victory to the empire. The empire's combat power and reputation have reached their peak, but you have never seen the girl whose name you don't even know]

"Teacher is calling you."

The red-haired girl leaned against the door and sighed in distress, seeming very reluctant.

The horizontal sword style slashed through the body of the training straw man, leaving a deep mark. An Ming calmly sheathed it, and then noticed the girl staring at him at the door.

The girl's name is Aini, a rich girl standing next to him at the opening ceremony. Later, he learned that her father was a member of the ruling parliament.

This alone was not enough to make An Ming remember Aini. The most important thing was that this rich girl handed him four love letters and confessed her love three times.

An Ming seriously rejected her seven times, saying that women would only affect the speed of drawing the sword, and they were still too young, so their current love was doomed to fail.

In the end, the two of them took a step back and were considered friends with a good relationship.

"What's the matter?"

An Ming wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, revealing a more handsome face than three years ago. This face has captured the hearts of many young girls in the past three years.

"You are thinking about the Molten Knight," Aini said unhappily, "I really don't understand you. Is there only the Iron Knight in your head every day!"

"Yeah."

An Ming's unusually concise answer made Aini even more angry. This time, she had finally won the opportunity from her father, and the parliament had the intention to recruit An Ming, so they could meet today.

Although the Molten Knights have often appeared in the public's field of vision in recent years, they are still highly confidential and far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

For 99% of people, everything related to the Molten Knights is an absolute forbidden zone, which is also the core secret of the empire.

An Ming is not as calm as his face shows. He has never given up searching for clues about the Molten Knights for so many years, and now he has finally made a major breakthrough.

After putting on his coat, he hurriedly left the sword training ground. Annie behind him showed a speechless look that she had long been accustomed to. This guy who only has the Iron Knights in his mind will definitely never find a girlfriend in his life.

The temperature in early summer has been gradually rising, but it is not time to wear half-sleeves. An Ming ran to the outside of the office with his uniform coat open.

"You're here."

The swordsmanship teacher wearing frameless glasses smiled and waved to An Ming, and introduced the old man on the sofa next to him, "This is one of the current ten councilors, Lord Caesar."

Although Caesar had white hair, his eyes did not look old at all. He gave An Ming the feeling of a cruel and bloodthirsty lion. His gray-brown pupils stared at An Ming without speaking.

"An Ming, 121st term of the Imperial Court Swordsmanship Class," An Ming performed a not-so-standard greeting according to his impression. As long as he could get information about the Molten Knight, he could remain calm even when facing the councilors.

Obviously, An Ming's maturity exceeded Caesar's expectations. He was the same age as Annie, but he was much more stable than his peers. Perhaps this was related to his childhood.

Just the first meeting, Caesar had the idea of ​​recruiting An Ming for his own use. He originally came to meet because he could not resist his daughter's request, but he did not expect to get an unexpected surprise.

"I heard that you want to learn about Molten Knight," Caesar's sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and he looked like a kind old grandfather, "Do you want to become a Molten Knight?"

An MingI heard that only special people can become the pilot of Molten Knight. If I can meet "her" by becoming a pilot... "I will work hard to become Molten Knight."

"You are very good," Caesar rarely praised directly. In his eyes, An Ming was already a prospective son-in-law. If his daughter liked him, he could be a commoner.

"Someone will take you to the mountains in a while."

Caesar was very busy. As a councillor, he had many things to do, so he left in a hurry.

"Get ready, the mountains..." The swordsmanship teacher looked a little emotional. He patted An Ming's shoulder with a complicated mood. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to have such a demon student.

In the end, An Ming couldn't ask the teacher about the mountains. He just said, "You will know when the time comes."

After leaving the office, An Ming leaned against the fence and took a deep breath. In any case, he was one step closer to her.

The early summer breeze was warm, brushing my cheeks gently, following the fluttering butterflies, and the figure that I would never forget appeared next to the flowerbed without any preparation.

Silver-gray long hair, bluish-white hair accessories, and a pair of sad eyes.

An Ming seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment, and time stood still at this moment. He was in the corridor on a high place, and the girl stood in front of the flowerbed with her back to him, her hair moving with the wind.

His mind was still in shock, but his body moved subconsciously. It was the end of get out of class, and An Ming was struggling to move against the current in the surging crowd.

The bluish-white hair accessories were like a flapping butterfly, which would disappear if you were not careful, and shattered in the blind spot of your sight.

Psychology believes that the impulse for a person will only last for 15 days, and beyond 15 days, the impulse will decrease or even disappear.

The memory of a person is 120 days. If you still miss him/her after that, you are the person you loved deeply.

It takes 7 years to completely forget someone. In 7 years, all cells in the human body can be replaced. Those cells that are still missed will gradually disappear until you become a brand new "you".

An Ming didn't know why he didn't forget the girl with silver-gray hair, sad blue pupils, and fireflies that could disappear at any time.

The crowds on both sides were surging, and countless eyes of doubt, surprise, and countless eyes rushed to An Ming like a tide, and they were about to wash him away in this extremely crowded road.

An Ming met the girl when he was four years old, and met again when he was eleven years later.

What was the emotion that settled in his heart at 15 days?

Who was the figure in his heart for 120 days?

What was the unchanging passion after 7 years?

The crowded road suddenly became empty, and countless gazes were like a dizzying tsunami, but that gaze that was as unchanging as a green firefly, a gaze that you would never forget after seeing it once -

An Ming followed that gaze, and the girl with eyes as clear as the sunset glow was also looking at him quietly.

Countless people passed by them, and it seemed that they were the only ones in the world.

People cannot predict the value of a moment, but An Ming clearly knows that the moment he met her will never be forgotten in his life.