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"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of clapping came from everywhere, and countless people, walking out of the small building in the vineyard, clapped their palms and walked out.

The leader is Yang Zisang!

"Teacher......" Zhou Yan didn't know what all this was about, but he felt an abnormal release in his heart.

"How's it going, how does it feel?" Yang Zisang asked with a smile.

Zhou Yan didn't understand what was going on just now, thought for a while, and then said, "It's okay......"

"Are you alright?" Yang Zisang's smile was a little strange.

"Uh-huh......" Zhou Yan paused, "Well, it's very good!" ”

"Hahaha!" Yang Zisang suddenly burst out laughing, "Don't you feel very relieved and happy?" ”

I don't know what the reason is, Zhou Yan really wants to laugh at this time, it really looks like an open-minded heroic laugh.

Really, how long has it been since you laughed?

"Zhou ......"

A gentle and peaceful voice sounded, familiar and kind.

"Teacher Zhang!"

Isn't Teacher Zhang dead? Is Teacher Zhang really not dead? Oh my! Please! Teacher Zhang......

The first thing Zhou Yan saw was an extremely familiar face.

That was Jiang Guangnai's face.

Like Yang Zisang, Jiang Guangnai's face also had a very satisfied and joyful smile.

But in Jiang Guangnai's hands......

What's that boxy, snow-white stone box?

Zhang ...... Sheet...... Teacher Zhang ...... "The joy in my heart is still there, and the joy in my heart is still there, but why is there such a trace of sourness in my throat?"

Zhixin...... See? Zhou Yan is great, he can take care of himself......" The smile on Jiang Guangnai's face was still bright, and there were two lines of tears slowly flowing.

It's not because of the fear or sadness of dying, but because of reluctance, but inseparable.

"Zhou Yan, look at your hand, that's the last gift that your teacher Zhang left for you!"

Hands?

In Zhou Yan's hand, he still holds the thin knife, but what is it?

Is it a knife? Or is it fake?

The flame will be extinguished, and the knife will shatter in an instant.

Broken, but not gone!

In Zhou Yan's hand, there was still a handful, a short, but extremely sharp knife.

This is a real knife, not a psychic or hallucination.

The icy cool touch, that's what metal should be.

Zhou Yan knelt down in front of Jiang Guangnai, or knelt in front of the boxy white stone box.

"Let's go, Zhou Yan, let's send Teacher Zhang together!" Huang Yunxi stepped forward to help Zhou Yan up, and then comforted him softly.

"Hmmm......"

There was the sound of the flute, the sound of the piano, and the sound of singing.

This is not a mourning, but a joyful verse!

Finally, Zhang Zhixin's ashes were placed in a cemetery not far away.

The epitaph is very simple, there is no life of the deceased, no praise of merit, not even the date of birth and death, no name of origin.

Some have only one sentence:

I have lived, and I will live, and I will live forever and ever.

"Is it hot?" Huang Yunxi wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead for Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan shook his head, still holding Fang Cai's short knife tightly in his hand.

Icy cold ......

Now in the middle of summer, the weather is hot, and after a hasty lunch, there will be a nap.

It's just that Zhou Yan didn't sleep.

Yang Zisang didn't sleep either.

"Can't sleep?" Yang Zisang looked at Zhou Yan in front of him and asked.

Zhou Yan did not speak.

"Want to know what?" Yang Zisang saw the tiredness in Zhou Yan's eyes, but after this tiredness was a greater and more fanatical excitement.

Zhou Yan spoke, but there was no sound, and then he cleared his throat, but there was still no sound.

"Some words can't be said because the time has not come, next time ......"

"No!" Zhou Yan's voice was hoarse, so hoarse that even he couldn't believe it, the voice came from himself, but soon, he regained his due composure.

"Teacher...... What's going on in the morning? Although Zhou Yan didn't pay attention to it in the morning, he could still hear the conversation between Shangguan Xunqing and Gao Ziming, so he could clearly hear those two words - illusion

Was that all that morning illusion? So how much of it is behind me is also an illusion.

"Do you feel released in the morning? Do you feel comfortable? ”

"Yes! But ......" Zhou Yan's voice suddenly choked.

He remembered something bad, the words of the evil angel.

Is all this fake? Is it just because you're crazy?

"Zhou Di!" Yang Zisang's face suddenly enlarged and magnified in front of Zhou Yan's eyes, not because he even zoomed in, but because his head kept moving towards Zhou Yan's eyes.

"Touch your heart, touch your pocket!"

Heart? It's jumping!

That pocket?

This is......

A short knife, right! It was Zhang Zhixin's short knife for Zhou Yan.

"Zhang Zhixin's ability is a martyr, which is a very strong, but also very weak ability. Only once in a lifetime! Like fireworks, they can only be brilliant for a while. This short knife is what she usually uses for self-defense, and in her will, she specifically stated that she would leave it to you. ”

Zhou Yan was a little confused and a little puzzled.

Yang Zisang is still willing to continue to patiently explain: "This knife is Zhang Zhixin's trust and reliance, and now she has left her trust and reliance to you!" ”

The knife is still cold in the hand!

"Morning ...... How could I kill those ghosts? Are they ghosts? It's all fake! ”

"True and false, false and false, who can tell clearly? It's not real, it's illusory, everything is illusory, it's a ghost!

As for you, aren't you already capable?

The sword is the power of love, the power of faith, and the power of hope! ”

……

"Teacher...... Teach me! ”

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me to move forward!"

"What do you do forward?"

"Only by going forward can you climb high, and only when you climb high can you see!"

Yang Zisang smiled, stretched out his hand, and touched Zhou Yan's head.

Then he said, "Let's take a lunch break!" There are also spirit points in the evening! ”

Zhang Zhixin's knife was cold in Zhou Yan's hand, cold to the bottom of his heart, making the whole person refreshed and sober.

Hold the knife and leave.

Zhou Yan had already walked away, and Yang Zisang pulled out an ancient sword from under the table.

Stroking the sword body, it looks very cherished.

But after a moment of touching, there was only a sigh in the end.

"Slay the dragon! Slay the dragon! Why don't you have no makeup? That's it! That's it! ”

"Madame Qiu! Mrs. Qiu! You're so right! Man, you always have to be blind sometimes, and you have to listen sometimes. Seeing too much, it's really no good, and it's a little disgusting to see yourself dead! ”