At this moment, Xu Yuanqing was extremely serious, and looked at the eyes of the rest of his life seriously.

The rest of his life was in deep thought, and after a long time, he nodded lightly: "You're right, but..."

"I'm doing it right now..."

"Do you have a better way?"

Hearing Yu Sheng's words, Xu Yuanqing's expression froze, and he shook his head slightly: "No... Without. ”

"Oh."

The rest of his life was a little disappointed and fell silent again.

For a moment, the air became a little awkward.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

"You wait for me to think about it, I am your mentor, there will always be another way for this kind of trivial matter."

"It's just that I usually know too many things, and I remember too much, and occasionally some problems can't be thought of temporarily, which is also normal."

"Hmm..."

"That's it!"

"Huh? The principal seems to be looking for me. ”

Xu Yuanqing said to himself, then got up very naturally and walked into the distance, as the distance from the rest of his life became farther and farther, he finally even began to trot, but disappeared from the field of vision of the rest of his life in the blink of an eye.

Even for the rest of his life, when he saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally maintained that state of distraction, looking at the sleeping drunkard in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Another half a month passed.

On this day, there was a knock on the door of the rest of his life.

In other words, this is the first time that someone has taken the initiative to come to find Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng got up and opened the door with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The drunkard, who has always been sloppy, has rarely changed into a white robe today, and even his hair has been cleaned and neatly draped on his shoulders, especially his hazy eyes, which look so clear at this moment.

"Busy?"

The drunk asked softly.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

"Come with me to a place."

The drunken man spoke, turned and walked off into the distance.

Yu Sheng didn't ask much, just silently followed behind the drunk, left the mountain and sea realm, and walked out of the ink academy, out of the city in the flow of people, and came to a low mountain.

The drunk climbed silently ahead, and the rest of his life followed.

Eventually, the two stood at the top of the low mountain.

There wasn't even a tree here, bare, just a few wooden signs inserted here and there, and the words on them had disappeared under the decay of the wind and rain.

The drunkard seemed to be familiar with this place, took out some fruits from the backpack he had been carrying, placed them in front of the wooden signs, and finally took out the wine, stood up straight, and sprinkled it on the ground seriously, the air was filled with the smell of wine.

Although I don't drink alcohol for the rest of my life, I can still tell the value of this wine, and it is definitely not cheap.

As if he were performing a sacred ritual, he did not speak from beginning to end, and only after the wine had been spilled did he stand straight in front of the wooden signs, motionless.

Even though it was already noon, the scorching sun was shining on him.

The rest of his life was still standing behind him, not looking for a shady place.

Because the drunkard said...

Follow him.

Unconsciously, the drunkard's eyes became a little ruddy, and he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing out a smile on his face: "I can see you again... That's nice. ”

After saying that, the drunkard sat down in front of a wooden sign, pointed to the open space beside him, and looked at the rest of his life.

The rest of his life sat beside him.

"These are my classmates, brothers, and relatives."

"They gave me my life."

"Unfortunately, I don't want to."

After all these years, when I look back on the past, the drunkard is no longer as emotionally fluctuating as before, just whispering softly.

It's just that, even so, he didn't describe the situation in detail.

"You asked me before..."

"What is my path?"

"I don't know why you're asking this question, but you're the Lord of the Ink Pavilion, so I guess this question is very important to you, and even to the Terrans."

"Although I am already a wasted person, there are some things that must be done."

The drunkard smiled self-deprecatingly: "I really don't know what my path is..."

"Drunk, and one day, die quietly?"

"At the moment of death, no one remembers my name, no one knows my past..."

"Even..."

"I won't be reminded of the Ink Academy."

"This should be my only appeal."

The drunkard subconsciously touched his pocket, and after finding that the only bottle of wine had been emptied, he sniffed vigorously, sniffed the wine in mid-air, and finally closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"The moment they die, my heart is dead."

"Even if there was a road, it probably collapsed."

"The kind that completely collapses."

"You've been watching me for so long, probably trying to find something in me, but alas, you're going to be disappointed."

"But I can talk to you about my brothers, what their path is."

As he spoke, the drunkard turned around, pointed to the six wooden signs behind him, and whispered.