Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Do you have a bad ear? Let people say it twice every time!"

Song Nanye kicked him angrily.

Jiang Beize rubbed his calf a little wronged, "I don't have any."

"That's the name! You can't remember it once you say it, so you have to repeat it a second time!"

"I didn't expect you to be Assistant Song's younger brother at the time! Oh yes, my name, my name..."

Jiang Beize scratched his ears and said, watching Song Nanye's face a little bit stern, and wittyly turning off the topic, he was afraid of what was going on in his bones.

"My dad asked for a fortune teller to pick up the name. My dad said that my roots are in Zhicheng, and Zhicheng is in the north. There is a north character in the middle of life. Ze means the accumulation of water, which is equivalent to my last name. My second brother and I’m all of the North generation."

As he said, he looked at Song Nanye.

"What about you? Why are you called Song Nanye?"

"I didn't pay attention to it like you, but I was born in the south, Lu Ziye."

"Oh..."

Jiang Beize nodded, he said he believed it.

"Can you sing?"

"what?"

Jiang Beize found that this person's thinking always jumped faster, and he couldn't keep up.

Song Nanye frowned immediately, and Jiang Beize hurriedly waved his hand, "You don't have to repeat it a second time! I don't know how to sing, I don't know how to sing, so follow my second brother."

Second brother, second brother, second brother.

Song Nanye rolled his eyes silently.

This kid never left his second brother.

"I'll sing you a song, listen carefully."

"Oh, good."

"Ahem."

Song Nanye cleared his throat and pinched the position of his apple.

In the next second, his voice sounded, with a slight hoarseness and texture, like sand and stone, a sixteen-year-old lush young boy, his voice inexplicably with the vicissitudes of the years...

"I'm in the southern sun, with heavy snow."

"You are like spring in the cold night in the north."

After he finished singing these two sentences, he stopped abruptly.

Jiang Beize was still unfinished, "It sounds good, why don't you sing it?"

"These two sentences are enough."

After speaking, he got up.

The afterglow of the setting sun is falling over the sky, this is the last light and shadow before dark, and soon the aperture will be swallowed and obliterated by the darkness.

"Hey, wait a minute--"

Jiang Beize stood up together, he had never looked at a person so firmly.

"Can you teach me—"

Ok? What to teach him?

Song Nanye raised his sword eyebrows, and looked over curiously, only to hear that the servant completed the last two words, "Fight."

"Teach you to fight? Are you sure?"

"Well, I have this, look!"

While talking, Jiang Beize quickly took out the crumpled three-hundred tricks of ninjutsu from his pocket.

He bought this book years ago and kept it with him, occasionally watching it twice.

Song Nanye rubbed his painful forehead, not knowing how to describe him, "You, haha, what a weird thing."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Meaning that the little master won't teach you."

I left after speaking.

The figure from the back was neat with his voice.

...

Jiang Beize returned to the classroom.

Song Nanye was not in the classroom, and the "turmoil" in the class had subsided. As soon as he entered the door, his classmates gathered to ask him how he was, where he went, and whether he was secretly crying.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, that senior high school senior has been called a parent by the dean of education, and I probably won't dare to come to you again!"

The squad leader who was accidentally injured was bruised and swollen at this time, but still comforted Jiang Beize with earnest words.