Royce gushed, and his ability impressed Mr. Kramer to put a few unrelated things in order. From the first spiritual revolution to the old woman's stitching on the street, from the second era of the end of the Dharma to the sweet roll roasted wheat that I ate yesterday. It felt like his words were gushing like a long river flowing through the Suren Valley beside Lilos Academy.

After a long time, the sunlight that was slanting on the classroom wall had dissipated, leaving only the faint glow of the candles and the fluorescence of the psychic lamp. With the figures of the neat woods in the sunlight quietly hiding in the darkness, the night in the sky gradually rose, like the black scene cloth in the Dragon Kingdom theater slowly came to an end. The night was nice, and the deep blue sky felt like it had been washed by the sea. The endless galaxy was in countless shapes, and Ivas could see it from afar through the classroom window. The moon bends and the silver glow brings the tranquility of nature in this world. A few long chirps of petrels passed by the wind, leaving their ethereal footprints, as if someone was humming a beautiful lullaby in the sky. Although the world has not yet fallen asleep.

"Alright, Royce, you have a point. Mr. Kramer couldn't help it, and under the thick lenses was a tired gaze. She immediately raised her hands and made the same stop gesture as Ivas had before, and placed them in front of her, "Your tirade is here to stop, it's getting late today, can you still see the sun outside?"

Royce looked out the window and asked interestingly, "When does the sun come home?" and pretended not to know.

"It's late, Royce, and I'm still going home, even though it's goodbye day. The teacher said slowly, and the big pearl on his chest looked particularly beautiful in the moonlight. She looked at Evas, waiting for him to speak.

Evas rarely asks questions, but if he does, he doesn't forget, which is very different from Royce. Seeing that Mr. Kramer was looking at him with concern, Ivas felt guilty for deserting in the last class, and he said hesitantly, "Teacher, I just want to ask you a question, who said this before?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" the teacher was surprised, she didn't expect Ivas to ask like this, in fact, she had forgotten what she had said before.

"Teacher, there was someone who said the same thing to me before. "Ivas said persistently, as if he had determined that a mountain would not loosen his mouth," he told me, 'The people of the Dragon Kingdom should not forget the dignity and glory of being a Dragon Country, and remember their own responsibilities and missions. Even if you don't have a big deal, you have to remember that you are a native of the Dragon Kingdom.'"

Ivas had heard this phrase no less than ten times, and it had been said by his father, and even after all the years, it was still like hearing it with his own ears, and not a word could be mistaken.

When he was a child, his father often put this sentence on his lips, and this sentence almost became his father's mantra. Since his father left, Ivas has been most impressed by this sentence, and of course he hates the most. He believes that it was his father's departure that his happy life was broken, that his father's departure made his mother cry silently at the door of the night, and that his father's departure made his sister lose her father's love since she was a child.

For five years, he rarely thought about his father. But today's sentence evokes memories of my father.

After a moment of surprise, the teacher was silent, the sweat on her wrinkled old face began to subside in the night when the cold gradually hit, she thought about it seriously, she felt that this sentence was very familiar, and closed her eyes as if someone had said to herself, "I heard this sentence when I was very young." As for who it was, I really don't remember very well. ”

The teacher walked back and forth, one hand across his chest and the other on his chin, in a pensive look. I seem to remember something, but I don't seem to remember it. A white velvet sweater is dyed dark blue by the night, and the delicate agate strings on the wrists are engraved with strange characters. Mr. Kramer's back image is very similar to the work "The Ponderer" carved by the sand country, such a deep eye, such a fascinating back.

Royce couldn't stand, he wasn't as patient as Ivas. His patience had been exhausted, and he followed the teacher back and forth, like a chick following behind a hen. He thought to himself: If I were a teacher, I wouldn't have answered this question, and I thought about it for so long. It doesn't make any sense, it's so late today, I really want to go to dinner! My dad used to let me study hard, and I forgot what they said. What do you remember?

Royce didn't say what he thought, but he wrote all his thoughts on his face. The smell of bitter melon on his face, and an impatient squeak came out of his mouth from time to time. He would sit and squat for a while, like a needle in his butt.

Ivas had already seen Royce's performance and knew what he was underestimating in his heart, "Dude, are you okay?" Ivas asked in a mocking tone, "Why don't you sit down and rest for a while, don't disturb the teacher's thinking." He pretended to be very calm, trying to give Royce an emotional contrast. Just like during the exam on weekdays, Yvas always pretends to be very relaxed when the questions are very difficult, and pretends to be very deep when the questions are very simple, in order to bring the rhythm of Royce's questions. As the saying goes, before and after the exam, you are a buddy, and during the exam, you are an enemy. The biggest pain is that the buddy who plays the best with himself is better than himself. Because of this, this habit has been carried to other places as well.

"Dude, look outside. Can you still see the sun? If it's a little later, we won't have anything to eat. Royce touched his belly, "Don't pity your good brother, but pity your good brother's belly! ”

To be honest, Ivas also felt very hungry after hearing Royce's words, but he still wanted to ask the teacher if his father said this, after all, he still couldn't let go of it in his heart.

"Just bear with me, brother, I'm still hungry!" Ivas spread his hands helplessly, "Anyway, this is the last day, don't you want to stay with me for a little longer? Maybe you won't see each other in the future!"

"Brother, what are you talking about?" said Royce, "and there will be more opportunities to meet in the future." I won't see anything later. But no matter what, the rice still has to be eaten. He drooped his big black head, stroked his deflated belly over and over again, and put on a look full of grievances.

And just like that, Royce and Ivas went back and forth, sentence by sentence. But the teacher didn't bother with the argument between them. As they argued, she struggled to recall.

Soon after, she stopped.

"Wait, I seem to remember. The teacher whispered, although it was as thin as a mosquito thunder, but every word was very clear in Evas's ears.

Ivas immediately stopped arguing with Royce, approached the teacher, and hurriedly asked, "Who said that?"

This sentence seems to have been said by a friend when I was a child. The teacher nodded, and said with certainty, "Because I heard this sentence a long time ago, and after a long time, I can only remember what I said." ”

"A friend?" Ivas felt strange, a friend? This was different from his own conjecture, how could the father be friends on Ava Island and Mr. Kramer in Dumille?

"Male. It's a little boy. The teacher said firmly, as if his tone could cut off the nails, "I grew up in the royal capital of Insonia when I was a child, and later moved to Ducheng because of work. Actually, I miss the hill on the outskirts of Insonia. I knew a little boy when I was a child, and this sentence should have been said to me. The teacher's words were full of good memories.

Evas saw a glimmer of hope again, it was really a boy, maybe it was a father. But when he thought about it, his father had always lived on Ava Island and had never been to Insonia, so how could he get to know Mr. Kramer again? What's the name of this friend of yours?" Ivas knew, and if he knew the boy's name, he could tell if it was his father, Revas.

"Hmm......" the teacher scratched his hair, his face full of mixed emotions. Anxious, anxious, or happy, Evas's instincts told him that the truth was getting closer and closer to him, and she could almost predict that the little boy was her father, Revas.

To his disappointment, Mr. Kramer replied, "I'm sorry, I can't remember." It's been a long time, probably almost thirty years. My memory is still limited. But I remember he was a boy, and we were about seven or eight years old. The teacher smiled sheepishly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stacked together like meaningless fat, and Mr. Kramer casually asked, "Why did you ask this question all of a sudden?"

In an instant, Ivas caught the sharp look in Mr. Kramer's casual expression, and another sense told him that Mr. Kramer seemed to be hiding something from him. "Nothing, just a little curious. Ivas said absent-mindedly, not wanting to reveal more details about his father to the teacher.

His father never told Ivas about his past, and whenever he asked why he had made his home on Ava Island, he would try to change the subject, as if to avoid something. The secrets of her father's past lingered in her heart until that day, when her father was gone and never returned, the doubts in her heart puzzled him even more. He also asked his mother, but she didn't answer him directly, just told Ivas not to speak up about his father. He vaguely remembered the serious look on his mother's face at that time, and it was definitely not a joke.

All along, in Ivas's mind, he has been speculating about his father's past, but he always finds that there is nowhere to start. It was today that he heard the words as they were. This must have been said by his father, Ivas thought.

But he did not forget his mother's advice, and he did not speak out about his father.

The teacher's eyes swept over Ivas and Royce. I saw Royce's impatience and boredom, but he couldn't see through Ivas's heart.

The teacher coughed dryly, "Evas, the name and origin are not the point, the point is to remember the responsibility and mission as a Dragon Country, do you understand?"

"Well, yes teacher, we all got it. Royce stood up and shouted exaggeratedly, as if to make the heavens and earth hear his determination to eat.

A variety of complex expressions mixed on Royce's face, and it was extremely appropriate to describe him as exaggerated.

Ivas replied casually, his mind still preoccupied with speculation about his father's past. He thought to himself: First of all, the father's past can only be known through the way of his mother, and his mother does not talk about it, and this road will not work. Secondly, it can be judged that the friend mentioned by the teacher is likely to be the father. The teacher is probably less than 40 years old this year, and he was only a few years old 30 years ago, and his father is about the same age as the teacher, and he was only a few years old 30 years ago. There is no problem with age. Moreover, what the teacher said just now is very similar to what the original father said, which is the most fundamental evidence. Therefore, it is preliminarily inferred that the teacher had met his father when he was young. If this is the case, then the father originally lived in the royal capital of Insonia. However, the teacher indicated that he could not remember the name of the friend, perhaps because time had passed.

It's a combination of my father's unknown past, and a lot of it makes sense.

I still remember the night when my father left, I saw the boat in the distance by the window, and my mother watched the boat leave in the moonlight. This shows that the father left in a hurry, and something important must have happened. The clues were connected, and Ivas could guess a rough idea. That is, my father used to live in Insonia, came to Ava Island for some reason, and then left for some reason. Although his father's unknown past was still unknown to Evas, he was relieved that the rough outline appeared.

Royce looked at Ivas's face for a while and joked, "Want to eat?"

"Nope. Ivas continued his reasoning.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm hungry!" Royce said, "and I'm sure Mr. Kramer is too." ”

"I did get a little hungry. Mr. Kramer said.

Ivas didn't react, as if he was stuck in his own world again.

"Teacher, you're going to miss us, aren't you?" Royce asked.

"Will you miss me?"

"Definitely, absolutely, absolutely. Royce said categorically.

"Silly boy. Mr. Kramer laughed, revealing his white, neat teeth.

Ivas stopped pondering and smiled, "I'll miss you, Lady Kramer, you'll always be our best teacher." ”

"Thank you, I'm honored to have such a great student as you. ”

Royce and Ivas looked at each other silently, as if time had frozen in this moment.

"Royce, Ewas, thank you for your company for five years, although you are not as gifted in learning as the other students, you are very kind. In you I see the shadow of the old man, who is as kind as you. The teacher patted the two teenagers on the shoulder and looked at them, the children she had watched them grow up with.

From being thin at that time to being half a head taller than my current self, time flies so fast, and the teacher is saying to himself, they are no longer the children who only chased stupidly on the playground back then.

"I sincerely wish you to find your destiny and strive for it. I hope that you will be like Ivantia grass, looking for your own sunshine and rain in the corner of your destiny. Protect the people you love, protect the people who love you. I don't ask you to change the world, I just want you to be the best version of yourself. ”

The two teenagers agreed in unison.

"You are all beautiful blue butterflies, and I hope you wait for the season when the flowers bloom. ”

"We will. ”

After a few simple goodbyes, Evas and Royce leave the classroom where they had lived for five years. They walked into the hallway lit by countless psychic lanterns and waved goodbye to Mr. Kramer at the door.

"Why don't you go together?" asked Evas.

"It's more lively to walk together. Royce said.

"No, I want to watch you leave, like you came here five years ago. ”

In the blink of an eye, five years are like a white horse leaping across a narrow stream, and all the ups and downs of the complicated past have turned into laughter in the wind.

"Goodbye, teacher. Ivas and Royce said in unison.

"There will be a period later. Mr. Kramer leaned against the door frame and waved softly.