Ye Qingyang quietly put the book on the corner of the wooden table near the old man with the scar, and habitually went around his back, skillfully reaching out to massage his shoulders.

Every time he comes to the Star Library, he always has to do this, his heart will be comfortable, and he feels that the old man with Scar loves himself like his elders, and he must also have filial piety like his elders.

The old man with Scar still had his eyes closed, as if he was napping, and he didn't seem to react to Ye Qingyang's arrival, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The shaking rattan chair magically stopped the moment before Ye Qingyang stretched out his hand, so that he could massage it, although neither of them spoke, but this just right cooperation was better than talking.

About a minute later, the old man with Scar seemed to feel something, frowned slightly, slowly opened his closed eyes, and said, "Xiaoyang, you have something on your mind." ”

Ye Qingyang replied with a smile: "No, I can have something on my mind." ”

"Let's listen to it, it's okay for you to lie to others, but it's a little harder to lie to me, and it's even harder to lie to yourself, only by listening to your own heart, you can find the answer more easily. ”

The old man with scar shook his head lightly, and then casually exposed Ye Qingyang's lie: "I can feel that the intensity of your massage today is not the same as usual, there are slight different changes, it is not so natural, it has been like this since noon, and it was the same when you had something on your mind before." ”

Ye Qingyang didn't insist when he heard this, but said with a smile: "Hehe, sure enough, your old man understands me." ”

The old man with the scar gently tapped the chair hand with his fingers, did not speak, and waited for Ye Qingyang's next words.

"Grandpa Scar, which do you say is more important, strength or luck, do people who are strong enough still need any luck? So people who still need to rely on luck should be proof that their strength is not strong enough. ”

Ye Qingyang looked at a towering teaching building outside and said his doubts that could not be answered in the book.

The old man with scar didn't answer Ye Qingyang's question immediately, but then asked calmly, "Why do you think so?"

Ye Qingyang softly told a very mysterious story, he was the protagonist in it, to answer the old man Scar's question, when he said that Li Qing was an eight-star medicine master, the old man Scar's eyes had always been calm, and there was a trace of waves, but he quickly sank again, and he didn't feel much surprised.

“...... This time, because of good luck, I just met Lord Li Qing, but next time, which is more reliable, this luck or strength, it should be strength, after all, luck is too ethereal, fake, not credible, only with strength to get, is real, unchanged, and I always feel that it is not my own when I go through the back door. “

After listening to Ye Qingyang's story, the old man with scar smiled and pointed out a thought hidden in the depths of Ye Qingyang's heart: "So do you think that this first person feels uncomfortable, very fake, and wants to take it again with strength?"

Ye Qingyang was suddenly startled, he felt that he shouldn't have such a stupid idea, but he just wanted to say the rebuttal, but he stopped stupidly, just as the old man with scar said before, he didn't want to lie to the old man, let alone himself, after thinking about it, he actually found that he really seemed to have such a stupid idea.

He thought bitterly in his heart, how deeply he was hurt by the damn ritual of his childhood, so that he didn't dare to believe in luck anymore, and he didn't want to go through the back door so unsteady, this was too fake, too easy to be taken away, uncontrollable at all, and as unreliable as the broken star soul in his body.

Ye Qingyang pondered there for a long time, and replied with a little difficulty: "It seems that I do have some such thoughts, otherwise my heart will always feel empty, not steady, not used to it, and very uneasy." ”

The old man with scar nodded slightly, very satisfied that Ye Qingyang was no longer lying to himself, and then asked a question that sounded very simple: "Actually, this matter is easy to solve, let me ask you again, do you know what it takes to become a real powerhouse?"

Ye Qingyang thought for a while, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Super strength?"

"Yes and no. ”

As he spoke, the old man with the scar suddenly looked south, his gaze went beyond the door, across countless buildings, through the city, as if he wanted to look somewhere in the jungle outside the city, his cloudy eyes flashed a bright brilliance, as if remembering a lot of old things.

The old man with scar sighed, not knowing what he was sorry for, and then said in a low voice, very vicissitudes:

"Alas, some strong geniuses, just because of a little less luck, so they died halfway, and some lucky ordinary people were robbed of the opportunity because of a little less strength, and the corpse was thrown into the wilderness, if you want to achieve great things, strength and luck are both indispensable, only survive to the end, then it will be a strong man, understand?"

"As for going through the back door, if you are only satisfied with going through the back door, it is indeed not your own, but if you can control the door with your strength, then you are still worried that the door is not your own? ”

Ye Qingyang was silent when he heard this, blinked his eyes, thought a lot, and suddenly realized that it was he who drilled the tip of the horns and almost fell into the magic barrier.

In fact, with his experience, it should be easy to think clearly about these problems, he has seen the tragedy of life and death, but day after day, year after year, he has a headache and a split brain, which makes him have a deep distrust of the word luck, and obsession can sometimes really make people go crazy.

Whether it's strength or luck, even if it's the back door, if these are under the premise of survival, they are all the same extremely important, how can luck not be answered, if you are worried that you will lose it in the future, then try to transform it into strength.

And the back door, let's wait until it's gone, yes, whatever.

Ye Qingyang exhaled a breath, spit out all the doubts in his heart, his mood was clear, he showed his signature sunny smile, and said softly: "Grandpa Scar, I figured it out." ”

"That's good. ”

The old man with the scar said with some meaning: "Xiaoyang, remember, life is a long road, look far, as long as you think it is worth it, it is correct, when you encounter a problem, think about what you care about, it's not too early, you should go home." ”

"Okay!" Ye Qingyang nodded heavily, but his hand didn't let go immediately, and said, "But I'm not in a hurry to go back, just let me help you massage a few more times." ”

The old man with the scar smiled reassuringly, and he didn't stop it, but the heart that saw through the indifference of human feelings was very warm at the moment, a little warmer than the sunlight spread on his body.

This is something that Li Qing didn't guess, he didn't expect that if he was the answer, it would cause Ye Qingyang's doubts, and this doubt was finally answered in the mouth of a little Star Library debiter.

......

Because he stayed there for dozens of minutes in the Star Library, he went home dozens of minutes later than before, Ye Qingyang knew that if he went home so late, he would definitely make the little girl at home sulk, so he could only buy more delicious food in the vegetable market to ask Xiaoxue's forgiveness.

Of course, he won't forget to buy Xiaoxue's favorite snack 'Ice and Snow Storm', which is an enlarged version of blue mint flavored ice cream, and it is these ice things that Xiaoye Qingxue likes to eat the most.

Walking briskly, humming a small tune, holding a large bag of vegetables in his left hand and a big ice cream in his right hand, this moment is when Ye Qingyang is in the most relaxed and beautiful mood, he thought of his sister pretending to be pouting and sulking for a while, and couldn't help grinning, revealing the two little tiger teeth.

He was thinking, how should he explain it for a while, Xiaoxue can be happier, Ye Qingyang naturally knows that Xiaoxue will not really be angry with himself, but he can make her a little happier, so why not.

Playing ball, acting bravely, helping the old man cross the road? No, it's too uninspiring, or the date Xiao Xue said last time? No, this forgetful sister will probably make Xiao Xue really angry.

Ye Qingyang shook his head, he felt that it was unreliable, thinking about it for a while, he would still act at the opportunity, maybe he could follow Xiaoxue's words and make up a temporary one, he believed in his ability to make up stories.

In fact, he also knows very well that it is estimated that when he sees Xiaoxue for a while, he will not lie again, except for the things that worry Ye Qingxue, he generally does not hide his daily life.

Walking up to the ninth floor of Building 10 in Zhuzhi District, and walking to Room 901, Ye Qingyang hung the vegetable bag with one tail finger, and groped out the key from his trouser pocket with the other fingers, opened the door with a smile on his face, and his eyes habitually swept to the direction of the bedside window.

He was about to shout softly, "Hi, Xiaoxue, brother......"

But as soon as this voice shouted here, the smile immediately froze, Ye Qingyang's eyes and pupils shrank, his body trembled slightly, and his heartbeat seemed to stop, making him feel a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't breathe.

The cold air of the ice cream he was holding in his right hand was originally nothing to his tenth-level physical body, but at this moment he felt particularly cold, so cold that it could sting the bones of his whole body, and it was transmitted directly to the hearts of people.

The heart is very cold, and the person is also cold.

Ye Qingyang only had the shape of his mouth still moving unconsciously, as if he was dumb, he couldn't make a sound, and the second half of the sentence seemed to say: "Are you late to come back?"

There is one more word 'late' and '?' than before.