Season Division

Chapter 1 Suddenly Like a Dream

On January 5, 273 in the Northern New Calendar, Xiaohan.

Scorpio Island, Darong City.

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Xu Heng sat at the dining table, concentrating on nibbling the bread in his hand, and remained silent.

His father, Xu Hanshan, was sitting opposite, with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper leisurely.

From time to time, there was a sound of birds chirping outside the window, and the cool breeze gently flapped the curtains, making the simple and cozy cabin look extraordinarily quiet.

"How are you thinking? Are you really planning to give up martial arts?"

Xu Hanshan suddenly broke the calm.

He was still holding the newspaper in his hand, and his tone was very flat, as if he was just asking casually.

"kindness."

Xu Heng nodded slightly, and swallowed the bread in his mouth: "I have opened up six of the eight extraordinary meridians, but I have broken two of them. I am destined to miss the path of martial arts."

"If it's broken, you can pick it up and use it again. As long as your mind doesn't slip, there are more ways than criminal law... No, there will always be a way!" Xu Hanshan shook the newspaper in his hand, and said seriously.

"Take it back?"

Xu Heng shook his head again and again: "I have been connected more than a dozen times since I was injured. Every time I connect it, I only need to practice martial arts, and then it is cut off immediately. The meridians have long lost their original toughness, and there is no way to save them."

"..." Xu Hanshan was silent for a while, and then asked, "Then what are your plans for the future?"

Xu Heng looked up at the sky: "Starting tomorrow, be a happy person..."

"Stop, you have to put off such an important matter until tomorrow, you can be a happy girl. Don't try to impress me here, and talk about business." Xu Hanshan interrupted.

Xu Heng smiled: "What else can I do? Abandon martial arts and follow literature, and take part in the literature examination. Maybe I can be a tactical consultant in the future and give you advice on the battlefield."

"Forget it, with your brain, you might as well see if you have a chance to awaken a season and become a season teacher." Xu Hanshan said.

Season master?

Xu Heng was stunned for a moment: "Impossible, I am sixteen years old this year, even if I am lucky enough to awaken the seasons one day, I will probably be an ordinary seasons teacher. But then again..."

He suddenly lowered his voice: "The 'spoon' in my mind seems to be not quite right recently..."

"Stop it, don't talk about it, have you forgotten that walls have ears?"

"Okay, then let's not talk about this. Anyway, I can't inherit the inheritance of your martial arts master. Although my mother is a season master, this thing can't be inherited. How about I stay at home in the future?" Xu Heng He grabbed another piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, looking at Xu Hanshan expectantly.

"You're looking for a beating!"

Xu Hanshan immediately pulled down the newspaper, stared at it, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you choose your own path, anyway, don't mention your 'spoon' to anyone."

"Don't worry, I'm notorious for being tough-mouthed... Bah, tight-mouthed! I'm full and I'm off to school."

Xu Heng swallowed the last bite of bread, got up and picked up his schoolbag, ready to leave.

Only then did Xu Hanshan put down the newspaper completely, glanced at the bread crumbs on the table, and frowned.

"You only ate fifteen catties of bread, are you full?"

"I'm full, I ate too much for supper last night." Xu Heng had already walked to the door, and replied while putting on his shoes.

"You kid, don't hurt me. When your mother comes back and sees that you are so thin, she will think that I have treated you harshly."

As Xu Hanshan said, he fished out a few coins from his pocket and threw them on the table: "Here, go to the school cafeteria and buy something to eat."

"I……"

Ding dong!

Just as Xu Heng was about to speak, a crisp doorbell rang behind him.

He was slightly taken aback.

Who is it early in the morning?

Turning around and opening the door, a tall and strong young man with ordinary appearance appeared in front of him.

"Marquis Tang? Why are you here?" Xu Heng looked at the visitor in astonishment.

Tang Hou is his childhood friend, and now he also goes to the same school and is still in the same class.

"Damn it, you're really here!"

Tang Hou looked shocked, then heaved a sigh of relief, and walked in: "Xu Heng, what's going on with you recently? You run to your old house every now and then, so you won't be staying here again last night, right?"

The old... old house?

Xu Heng was taken aback when he heard the words, but suddenly the back of his head twitched.

Then there was a "buzz"!

There were sharp and piercing sounds in my ears, and the scene in front of me began to become distorted, and I felt like the world was spinning.

Until a faint musty smell suddenly hit the nostrils.

The brain quickly recovered from the drowsiness.

My thoughts suddenly became clear, like waking up from a big dream.

Swish!

Only then did Xu Heng suddenly turn his head and look into the room.

On the dilapidated and yellowed walls on all sides, where the wall ash fell off, mold was overgrown.

The furniture piled up in the corner is covered with spider silk.

In the thick layer of dust on the floor, there are still the messy shoe prints that I stepped on.

On the dining table not far away, there was also a pile of dust, except for the place where he sat just now, leaving some traces of being wiped.

And Lao Xu, who was sitting in front of him and reading the newspaper just now, didn't exist at all!

Everything suddenly seemed like a dream!

"It's like this again!"

Xu Heng let out a long breath, raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his face was full of fatigue.

This was the third time he had run back to this old house inexplicably in the past month.

It's happened to me before, but not as often as this time.

Every time in this old house, there will be many logical violations.

For example, this time today, he didn't remember that Lao Xu was no longer here, but he remembered that he was indeed injured and broke his meridian, so he decided not to take the road of martial arts.

Everything is chaotic and real!

This situation seems to be very similar to the solar term pollution of Qingming Festival, commonly known as bumping ghosts.

For this reason, he also installed a camera in the old house, and every time he checked the video after waking up, he was always the only one in the picture.

And logically speaking, Old Xu shouldn't be dead yet, right...

"Xu Heng, what's the matter with you recently?" Tang Hou had a look of worry on his face, he had already noticed that Xu Heng's recent state was not right.

"It's nothing, I just miss my dad a little bit."

With a smile on Xu Heng's face, he walked towards the restaurant again.

"I dreamed of him, and he was sitting here reading the newspaper. I was eating breakfast next to him, and I was eating bread, but he said that I ate less, afraid that my mother would blame him for losing weight, and... eh Look, there is really an old newspaper on this table!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the newspaper hidden under the thick dust.

"jingle!"

With a few crisp sounds, several coins were brought out from under the newspaper and fell onto the tiled floor.

Xu Heng looked down and froze in place, staring blankly at the few rusty coins.

"Hey, Xu Heng, about your father..." Tang Hou sighed and wanted to comfort him.

"fine!"

Xu Heng took a deep breath, shook his head, and didn't want to mention this matter.

"Go back to school, don't be late for this morning class."

"Late?" Tang Hou's eyes widened: "Brother, are you still thinking about being late? It's already noon, so you've been absent from class all morning, okay?"

"It's noon?"

Xu Heng was a little surprised that he had slept for so long?

"It seems that you are really sleepy, but it's okay, as long as you're okay, I called you a few times in the morning and told you to turn off the phone. I almost thought something happened to you."

"An accident happened too? What do you mean?" Xu Heng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it. It was out of battery and turned off automatically.

"It's been spread all over the school this morning. Lin Cheng died. I heard that he died in his own home. I don't think you came all morning. I'm afraid you will..."

"What? Lin Cheng is dead?"

Xu Heng's eyes widened. Lin Cheng was also his classmate, but the relationship was not harmonious.

"An accident? I remember that they lived in the most secure neighborhood in our city. I didn't expect to die in my own home..." Tang Hou was talking.

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door behind him.

Both Xu Heng and Tang Hou subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The door hadn't been closed just now, and several men and women in long brown trench coats had already stood outside the door at some point.

The leader, a middle-aged man, was particularly eye-catching. His tall figure almost completely blocked the light outside the door, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Xu Heng.

"Inspection Department?"

Tang Hou exclaimed.

In Darong City, brown windbreakers are the standard attire for the inspection department. Of course, the key is that they will wear an identity medal on their chest, symbolizing their law enforcement power!

"Xu Heng!"

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "You are suspected of murdering your school student Lin Cheng, and now come back with us for investigation."

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