"Lin Yongjian!"

"In our class, the youngest little guy always bought wine for me, was full of curiosity about everything, and like a chatterbox, he was always asking..."

"Why..."

"Why..."

"Hehe, but he once told me at the time that his dream is to be the pavilion master of the Ink Pavilion, take over Sun Lao's position, destroy the Demon Domain, and restore peace to the human race!"

"Although he speaks frizzy, he really... It's really the kindest person I've ever met. ”

"His eyes are always bright, clear."

"It's a pity that he just stepped on this path and died."

"If he is still alive and knows that you are the pavilion master of the Mo Pavilion, he may pull you to chat for three days and three nights, and by the way, he will cross his waist and tell you very angrily that one day, he will take your place!"

"This kid is not afraid of heaven and earth."

As he spoke, the drunkard's eyes turned red again, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gently stroked the wooden sign beside him, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"No, that..."

"His name is Wang Sanshun, an honest and honest guy."

"A guy from a remote village has average talent, that is, he is hardworking and dares to work hard."

"That's why I stayed in the Ink Academy."

"I have a little inferiority complex in my bones, and I always secretly wash our clothes."

"But that time..."

"That time he really..."

The drunkard muttered to himself, his eyes became a little hollow, and there was no way to continue the words in his mouth, and it could be seen that his hands were clenched tightly, and his nails were dug into the flesh.

"He said that his dream is to earn a lot of money after graduating from Mo Academy, so that the old people in the village can live a happy life."

"It's his only goal, and that's his path."

As he spoke, the drunkard raised his head and glanced at Yu Sheng: "This dream is very small and immature, hehe... But when he said this, he meant it. ”

"The road sometimes... No matter how big or small. ”

"Oh, yes, and him, Liu Run..."

"The original name was Willow Bubbles."

"It's just that I'm too cowardly, I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of mice, I'm afraid of cockroaches..."

"When you encounter anything, after screaming, you will turn around and run away in fright."

"It's fast."

"If that time, she also runs..."

"I'm not afraid of death."

"She's such a person who is afraid of the dark, but she's alone, in the dark, for ten minutes, screaming for ten minutes, but..."

"But she... She didn't take a step back. ”

At this point, the drunkard's tears could no longer be controlled and slipped from the corners of his eyes.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he slowed down for a long time before continuing to introduce his brothers and sisters to the rest of his life.

The rest of his life just listened carefully, and from the description of the drunkards alone, he could feel what a tragic thing had happened to them.

But time cannot be reversed...

All...

Only with the wind.

The drunkard introduced everyone in detail to the rest of his life, telling everything about them.

Sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.

It wasn't until it was getting late that he reluctantly got up, looked back at his former dearest friends in the moonlight, bowed deeply, dragged his lonely body, and walked down the low mountain.

"Over the years, you're the only one I've brought here."

"I just want to..."

"Hope..."

The drunkard suddenly paused and looked at Yu Sheng with a serious gaze that he had never seen before, and his eyes were even brighter at this moment: "I only hope that their affairs can bring a trace of inspiration to your troubles." ”

"Even if it's triggered by their deaths..."

"Everything I told you is what they protect with their hearts and lives."

"In that village, I have scattered all my wealth and let them live a stable life."

"And Willow Run..."

At this moment, it is difficult for anyone to understand the state of mind of an alcoholic.

He was almost enduring the pain, uncovering the scars that had been sealed for many years, and displaying them bloodily in front of the rest of his life, just so that the blood could play a little role.

Even if it's just a hint.

"What I have done, not for you, not for Moge, and not for the Terrans."

"I just want them to have peace of mind."

"No, one day, when I go down to accompany them, they will blame me for not being a human race and making another contribution."

"That's all I've been through over the years."

"Tomorrow..."

"You can go elsewhere and continue to find your own way."

"Save time..."

The drunkard glanced at the waning moon in the night sky, his face full of bitterness, and finally staggered towards the frontier city.

This time, Yu Sheng did not follow, but silently returned to the low mountain.

Through the moonlight, look at every wooden sign and recall everyone's life.

For several hours, the rest of my life remained unmoved.

By the early hours of the morning, when Yu Sheng returned to the Ink Academy, the drunkard was already drunk again, with wine bottles around him, and even his clothes were a little wet.

I don't know if it's wine, or tears.