What I Heard Was the Sound of the Wind

What was heard was the sound of wind, and the arrow finally broke through the air. Qiao Zhixu was once dragged by a friend to watch others practicing archery in the archery room. It was an ordinary early autumn. The fallen leaves had not yet followed the wishes of the wind and fell to the ground. Only something could be seen flashing quickly in the sky - one arrow, two arrows, three arrows, and the sound was broken. The wind-inducing sword passed across and hit the target, adding new wounds to the already riddled target, but it opened the invisible lock in the young man's heart. That day, the young man stared at the bow in front of him for a long time. After looking at the bow, I looked at the person again, but I just stared blankly, wondering what I was thinking. The specific manifestation was that he didn't even know when the person noticed his gaze and smiled back at him. The arrow caused the wind to whistle, and the cold light shone to startle the giant - these were the first words that Qiao Zhixu thought of. Previously, Qiao Zhixu thought that his route was like a giant ship sailing aimlessly, but at that time there was fog in front of him, blocking his way back. He thought that this fog could be considered as an excuse for being "aimless". But even the sea conditions cannot be seen clearly. I only know that the wind is strong and the waves are high, and I don't know when the wind and rain will be swaying. … I remember on the way back from an archery competition: After returning home victoriously, everyone laughed together and did not say how difficult and dangerous the trip was. After all, telling them would not scare their opponents who would compete again a few years later. They just told each other the joy of success. When you look up, the place is filled with bright flowers like fire. "But if it were in school, I think we would have been sanctioned by the school." Qiao Zhixu thought like this, as if he heard Shen Qingyang calling him. Shen Qingyang's face was stained with wind and snow. When Qiao Zhixu thought that he would tell him frankly some points to pay attention to when shooting, he said: "You are the light that is vaguely visible in the fog." The arrow will break through the fog and bring warmth and hope. The soft songs of the past few days are like falling rain, always beating on the eaves no matter where they are. They dispel the fog and bring new power. The arrow breaks through the air, which is the gossip that belongs only to the human world. It is the joy that comes out when it is empty. Because the road to learning archery is too arduous and the road ahead is so helpless, the sound of breaking through the air is given to the arrow so that it can make a sound for everyone to hear when it flies out. The rain has long since stopped. You can't even predict when it will rain next time, and you don't even know what it felt like when it rained last time. It may be slightly cool, or it may be warm, or it may be a surprise. Qiao Zhixu didn't know, but what he knew was that it sang the perfect sound of heaven and earth and made him want to smile. Shen Qingyang looked at Qiao Zhixu's smile from the other side and took another sip of the mineral water in his hand. No matter how hard it is, it is all rewarded in the wind. They all said in unison: "If you don't have a bow in your hand, then chase the wind." Behind my ears, there was the sound of cups clashing, laughter was wanton, and the moonlight poured in, making the light of the flashlight a little brighter. I thought about the campus, and maybe it was quiet because of the dormitory system. At that time, they thought in a daze that this was freedom. ————— Shen Qingyang×Qiao Zhixu Intention: If you don't have a bow in your hand, then chase the wind