(The previous manuscript was deleted by me because it involved sensitive topics, and the following are all newly written, although it was sent a little late, but at least it was not interrupted, haha......) ――――――――――――――――――

As usual, Kyorin came to the country early in the morning. Yes, although the atmosphere had begun to become solemn a long time ago, it was extremely strange today, and every military and political cadre he met in the corridor showed a look of fear towards him, and although it was deeply hidden, he could still see it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he came to his own office, Yan Ming was waiting in it early in the morning, which made Jing Ming a little stunned.

"What's the matter?" Instead of sitting at his desk, Kyorin walked to the windowsill and looked out at the distant scene, where the bustling streets were still bustling, with vendors and pawns shouting and buying, children chasing and playing, and secret police hiding in the shadows looking around for suspicious figures.

Yan Ming approached Jing Ling and said, "Some of my old friends want to meet you. ”

Jing Ling showed a surprised expression, he originally thought that the reason why Yan Ming came to him was about the trial, after all, today was the sacrifice day of the more than 5,000 convicted judges.

"Your old friend? Now our talent election system is not as loose as before, and if they want to get a half-official position, they must first join the party. ”

Yan Ming shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid that there is no one in this world who likes the life of seclusion more than them." ”

Jing Ling said with interest: "I don't know what you're thinking, but I decided to meet them. ”

Yan Ming left the office after getting permission, and when he came back again, he was followed by three people, one of whom was an old man with a broken arm, who was somewhat similar to Yan Ming's appearance; the other is a man with an ugly appearance but a slender figure; Another is a young man with a scar on his face.

"Great Thunder, do you remember us?" The old man with the broken arm spoke, and the scar-faced young man beside him kept scrutinizing Jing Ling, as if he wanted to see through the latter's mind at the moment.

As soon as the three men appeared, Jing Ling showed a face of disbelief, but it was quickly replaced by joy, only to see him suddenly rush forward and hug the scar-faced young man with open hands. "Rakshasa, you did it, you rescued them!"

"Yes, I did, just as you saved millions of slaves." Rakshasa and Jing Ling hugged each other tightly, and bits and pieces of the past began to come to their minds.

From the initial encounter in the Forest of Corpses, to teaming up against Ghost Rider and their separation in the forest path, this precious memory has the two of them beginning to tear up.

"Come, let's sit down and talk and tell me all about your experiences." Jing Ling let go of the rakshasa and did not hide the brotherhood in his eyes at all, and those who didn't know it thought that the two of them were good friends when they saw it.

Rakshasa put his hand on Jing Ling's shoulder and said, "Brother, you have more important things to do at this moment to listen to my experience. ”

"What's the matter?" Jing Ling was puzzled, he saw worry, unbearability, and a trace of jealousy in the eyes of Rakshasa, and the old man Yan Zhi and the man Po Asu also showed the same expression, which couldn't help but remind him of the four of them once sitting in a small stone house in Brady Village to have breakfast together, and the weather at that time was as sunny as today, but they did not show jealousy towards him.

Is it because of my identity? He could only get such an explanation.

Rakshasa looked directly into Jing Ling's eyes and said, "Spider-Man said a word, do you remember?" ”

Jing Ling's body shook when he heard this, his expression looked a little dazed, and the memories buried deep in his mind came flooding back, that day they were arguing in the woods, he asked Rakshasa to help him form an armed force together, and Rakshasa said to him: "No, I have successfully exited this Game of Thrones, I don't want my brother to fall into it...... Why are you willing to risk your life to form your own armed forces? It's about gaining power...... Or money and beauty? ”

He said: "I am a soldier, my duty is to defend a land, and now is the time for me to shed my blood, and I should not back down." ”

In response to him was a laugh of shame: "Come on, don't talk about yourself so noblely!" Soon you will find that power will overwhelm you, alcohol will hollow out your body, you will be intrigued with a group of people every day, you will be changed, you will forget your mission, and you will become a powerful person who wants to indulge in pleasure. ”

He tried to retort: "Why do you think I'm going to be changed? ”

"Because I've seen too many of them...... Too much...... Power is sought after and takes the owner away from the fallen world. ”

"I've only heard one sentence, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!"

The memory was frozen at this moment, and the stunned face of Rakshasa in his mind contrasted sharply with the worried face in front of him, and he came back to his senses and muttered alone: "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility!" As if something was touched in his heart, his tears began to flow uncontrollably.

"Brother, go back, it's still too late!" Rakshasa condensed, he put both hands on Jing Ling's shoulders, looking directly at the other party's hazy teary eyes as if he wanted to see through everything hidden in them, he longed for his brother to still be the passionate young man, not a bloodthirsty man blinded by power.

"No, you don't know what I'm doing." Jing Ling looked away, he tried to avoid Rakshasa's eyes, but the latter slapped him in the face!

With a "snap", the hot pain made Jing Ling's face look stunned, and the Yan brothers and Aso also looked shocked, but Rakshasa did not stop venting his anger.

"Wake up, how long will you be blinded by power!?" He shook Jing Ling's shoulders vigorously, his face flushed with anger looked a little terrifying, "You said this is a troubled world where human life is like a mustard!" And yet now you have put your fellow citizens in dire straits, and you say that I don't know how heartbreaking it feels to be toyed with, but you are going to kill many relatives and friends with your own hands, have you forgotten the proverb that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!? ”

There was no expected rebuttal, just the cry of a lonely man.

I saw Jing Ling push away the rakshasa and walked to the windowsill, the sun shining on his face revealed a crystal clear, it was the light reflected by the tears flowing on his face, he tried his best to swallow the tears, but the pressure of the past few days made him unable to control his emotions. (To be continued.) )