Chapter 7 Unforgettable Moments
[At the age of eight, after one year of school, you have become a well-known swordsmanship genius. The academy even accepted you as a royal knight in advance, and you became the guard beside the Queen. This is an honor that no one has ever received in the past hundred years.]
[You were assigned a separate dormitory and sword training ground due to your excellent grades, but your taciturn personality prevented you from making many friends.]
[At the age of nine, during the sword practice, you discovered that your body had a strong ability to recover. Although long-term sword practice 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 by heart, and you had basically no rivals among your peers in actual combat. Even the teacher found it difficult to find your flaws.]
[Your almost demonic swordsmanship talent has attracted the attention of the council. Every once in a while, someone will conduct a physical examination for you. However, no matter how the examination is done, the conclusion is always the same - a healthy young man's body, which can only be attributed to "talent" in the end.]
[At the age of eleven, you were hailed as the hope of tomorrow's empire and became the representative of the Imperial Academy, but you didn't care about it and learned swordsmanship only to "survive"]
[The Iron Cavalry brought victory after victory to the Empire, and the Empire's combat power and reputation reached their peak, but you never saw the girl again, whose name you didn't even know.]
"The teacher calls you."
The red-haired girl leaned against the door and sighed in distress, seeming very reluctant.
The horizontal sword slashed through the training straw man's body, leaving a deep mark. An Ming calmly sheathed the sword and then noticed the girl staring at him at the door.
The girl's name was Aini. She was a rich girl who stood 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 to him three times.
An Ming seriously refused seven times in total, saying that women would only affect the speed of drawing the sword, and besides, 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 became friends.
"what's up?"
An Ming wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, revealing a face that was even more handsome than three years ago. This face had captured the hearts of countless young girls in the past three years.
"It's the Molten Knight you're obsessed with," Annie said unhappily, "I really don't understand you. Is it the Iron Knight that's on your mind all day long?"
"Ah."
An Ming's unusually concise answer made Annie even angrier. This was an opportunity she had finally fought for from her father. In addition, the parliament had already intended to recruit An Ming, which was why they had today's meeting.
Although the Molten Knight has frequently appeared in the public eye in recent years, it is still highly confidential and far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
For ninety-nine percent of people, everything related to the Molten Knight is an absolute forbidden zone. This is also the most core secret of the empire.
An Ming was not as calm as his face showed. He had never given up searching for clues about the Molten Knight over the years and now he finally made a major breakthrough.
After putting on his coat, he hurriedly left the sword training ground. Annie behind him gave him a speechless look that she had long been accustomed to. A guy whose mind was filled with only cavalry would never find a girlfriend in his life.
The temperature in early summer has been gradually rising, but it is not yet time to wear short sleeves. An Ming trotted out of the office with his uniform jacket open.
"You came."
The swordsmanship teacher wearing frameless glasses smiled and waved at An Ming, and introduced the old man on the sofa next to him, "This is one of the current ten councillors, Lord Caesar."
Although Caesar had a head full of white hair, there was no sign of oldness in his eyes. To An Ming, he looked more like a brutal and bloodthirsty lion. His gray-brown pupils stared at An Ming without saying a word.
"An Ming, 121st class of the Imperial Court Swordsmanship Class," An Ming performed a not-so-standard greeting according to his memory. As long as he could get the information about the Molten Knight, he could remain calm even when facing the senator.
Obviously, An Ming's maturity exceeded Caesar's expectations. Although he was the same age as Annie, he was much more stable than his peers. Perhaps this was related to his childhood.
After just the first meeting, Caesar had the idea of recruiting An Ming to work for him. He originally came to meet him only 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." The sense of oppression on Caesar suddenly disappeared, and he looked like a kind old grandfather. "Do you want to become a Molten Knight?"
An Ming heard that only special beings can become pilots of Molten Knight. If becoming a pilot can allow him to meet "her"... "I will work hard towards the goal of becoming a Molten Knight."
"You're very good," Caesar rarely praised people directly. In his eyes, An Ming was already a prospective son-in-law, and if his daughter liked him, even if he was a commoner, it would not be a problem.
"Someone will take you to the mountains in a while."
Caesar was pressed for time and had many things to do as a senator, so he left in a hurry.
"Be prepared well, Qunshan..." The swordsmanship teacher seemed a little emotional. He patted An Ming's shoulder with mixed feelings. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to have such an evil student.
In the end, An Ming was unable to get anything from the teacher about the mountains. He just said, "You will know when the time comes."
An Ming left the office, leaned against the fence and took a deep breath. At any rate, he was one step closer to her.
The early summer breeze is warm, brushing my cheeks gently, following the flying butterflies, and that unforgettable figure appears beside the flower bed without any preparation.
Long silver-gray hair, bluish-white hair accessories, and a pair of sad eyes.
An Ming seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment. Time stood still at this moment. He was in a high corridor. The girl was standing in front of the flower bed with her back to him, her hair moving in the wind.
His mind was still in shock, but his body moved subconsciously. It was the end of get out of class time, and An Ming was struggling to move forward against the current in the surging crowd.
The bluish-white hair accessory was like a flapping butterfly. If one was not careful, it would disappear and shatter in the blind spot of vision.
Psychologically, it is believed that an impulse towards a person will only last for 15 days. If it exceeds 15 days, the impulse will decrease or even disappear.
The memory of a person lasts for 120 days. If you still miss him/her after that, then you loved him/her deeply.
It takes 7 years to completely forget a person. In 7 years, all the cells in the human body are replaced. Those cells that still miss the person will gradually disappear until you become a brand new "you".
An Ming didn't know why he hadn't forgotten the girl with long silver-gray hair, sad blue eyes, and the look of a firefly that could disappear at any time.
There were crowds of people on both sides, and countless eyes of doubt, surprise, and confusion were pouring down on An Ming like a tide, about to sweep him away in this extremely crowded road.
An Ming met the girl when he was four years old, and they met again seven years later when he was eleven years old.
What are the emotions that settle in your heart during the 15 days?
Who is the figure in my heart’s memories for 120 days?
What is that unchanging passion 7 years later?
The crowded road suddenly became empty, and countless gazes were like a dizzying tsunami, but that gaze was as unchanging as a blue firefly, a gaze that you would never forget after seeing it once -
An Ming followed the gaze and saw a girl with eyes as clear as the sunset glow also looking at him quietly.
Countless people passed by them, and it seemed as if they were the only ones in the world.
People cannot predict the value of a certain moment, but An Ming knows clearly that the moment he met her will never be forgotten in his life.