At first, the drunkard was a little bored when he saw that Yu Sheng always came over, but in the end he seemed to adapt to Yu Sheng's existence, completely ignoring his existence, and even occasionally asked Yu Sheng to help him buy alcohol when he was unwilling to move.

Let the Moge Pavilion Master buy things for himself, this kind of thing, the drunkard does it very easily.

Of course, at first, the drunkard did not know the identity of the rest of his life.

It's just that even if I found out later, I didn't care, and it was still the same.

A freshman once took advantage of the rest of his life to go to buy wine, cautiously leaned over and asked: "You don't know him... Is he the current Lord of the Ink Pavilion? ”

"Now I know."

The drunkard smiled, his face ruddy, his eyes hazy.

"That's... And you still let him buy wine? ”

The freshmen were a little incredulous.

But the drunkard tilted his head slightly, glanced at him, and asked, "He is the master of the Moge Pavilion, and he buys wine for me, there is... Does it matter? ”

"Of course, he's..."

The freshman subconsciously retorted, his voice a little excited, but soon paused and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, seeing in the distance, Yu Sheng had already faced the moonlight, and came back from afar with a bottle of wine, so he slowly got up and solemnly bowed to the drunkard: "Thank you, senior, for being taught." ”

"Subject... Learn? ”

"What are you taught?"

"I..."

"What did I say?"

In comparison, the drunkard was a little dazed, but soon waved his hand indifferently: "No... Just get up if it's okay, don't... Don't delay me drinking... Drink. ”

"Here comes the wine!"

As if only when he saw the wine, he would show some spirit, his eyes flashed brightly, and after the freshman left, he took the wine bottle, opened it skillfully, and poured it violently: "This wine..."

"Huh?"

"Today's wine..."

As he spoke, he looked suspicious and brought the bottle to his lips again.

It's just that compared to the rude way of drinking before, he was cautious when he drank it at this time, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "Good wine!" ”

"Hmm."

"I'll pay my salary today."

Yu Sheng nodded lightly, didn't say anything, and sat casually next to the drunkard.

"I can give this wine money... Can't afford it. ”

The drunkard gave Yu Sheng a cautious look.

After determining that he didn't need money for the rest of his life, he tasted it seriously with a smile.

"You know that... Did that kid just tell me? ”

It seems that because of the alcohol, the drunkard has a little more affection for Yu Sheng, and is willing to take the initiative to talk to Yu Sheng about things other than alcohol.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

"He said... Say you're the Lord of the Ink Pavilion. ”

The drunkard grinned.

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded, still didn't say anything, and in comparison, he even talked less than this drunkard.

"Heh... Huh..."

"In our class, the youngest junior brother at the beginning..."

"It's also the most amazing talent, he said... He said he was..."

"Hiccup..."

"He said that in the future, he would be the master of the Ink Pavilion, like the sages... That's it! ”

"He's really... The most gifted person I've ever met. ”

"And he often, often secretly buys wine for me..."

The drunkard had a look of memory in his eyes, and after a long time, he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, and had no interest in continuing.

And the rest of his life still just listened silently.

Since this day, when Yu Sheng comes to the rockery again, the drunkard will always raise the wine bottle from a distance and signal to Yu Sheng, but he has never let Yu Sheng buy wine for himself.

Until another month later.

A new day has arrived.

Yu Sheng suddenly found that the drunkard was not at the door of the inner courtyard.

He's always been down here, motionless.

"Graduation ceremony..."

Yu Sheng seemed to think of something, thoughtfully, and walked in the direction of the playground.

At this time, the playground was already full of people.

One by one, the teachers of the Ink Academy stood high in the air, looking at the high platform that had been erected.

Not surprisingly, Yu Sheng saw an alcoholic in the corner.

Although the drunkard was still dressed very sloppily, he didn't drink today, but instinctively shrank in the corner, looking at the graduate on the high platform with a complicated expression.

A high platform.

There are still only two graduates.

These two people did not know each other for the rest of their lives.

Their eyes were rosy, and their bodies trembled, but they forced themselves to straighten up.

"Ink Academy!"

"The 143rd student, Zhang Han!"

"The 143rd student, Sun Miao!"

Their voices were hoarse, but they shouted recklessly.

"The 143rd session, all the staff are !!"

"Today's !!"

"Graduation !!"

The voice reverberated in the Ink Academy, full of desolation.

The rest of his life watched silently.

When I think back to the scene when I used to stand here, I seem to have a little feeling in my heart.

In the envious eyes of the students of the Ink Academy, the graduation ceremony of the 143rd class that belonged to them was ended.