"The rest of your life?"

The one-eyed old man still liked to sit on the big stone at the entrance of the village, and after seeing the rest of his life, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile.

"Hello senior."

Yu Sheng came to the old man and spoke politely.

"Hehe..."

"I can't afford to be your senior."

"You are now the pavilion master of the Mo Pavilion, and you are the hero of my human race, if you don't call you Yu Lao, you are already counted as a big man for me."

The old man shook his head and explained seriously.

"It's not about merit ..."

"You're still a senior."

Yu Sheng shook his head and retorted.

But the old man stared at Yu Sheng seriously: "No! ”

"If you don't look at merit, then what are we old guys trying to do with our lives?"

"Yes, we are trying to protect the people!"

"But if it's just guarding, there is no reward, and the reserve will not go long."

"Merit is what we value the most."

"If you are in the veteran barracks and don't talk about this, are you negating the efforts of our lives?"

The old man spoke slowly, and then got up tremblingly on crutches, and his hand, which was already full of age spots, was raised by his efforts, and made a reserve mark salute: "Veteran Zhao De, I have seen Yu Lao." ”

The rest of his life looked at this scene with a little dullness.

In just one day, his heart seemed to be quietly opened, and then, one after another human emotions and emotions rushed to his heart like crazy for the rest of his life, and he was a little caught off guard, causing him to be fresh no matter what he saw now.

Every perception is something that has never been seen before.

When he was in the Ink Academy, although he also traveled to Hongchen for half a year, he watched and listened with the purpose of learning to smile.

But in his bones, he didn't really have the idea of integrating into Hongchen.

So in that half a year, although he was in the red dust, he was not stained with dust.

And now...

He resolutely walked into the red dust, covered in mud, which looked a little muddy, but he enjoyed it.

In the end, Yu Sheng did not interrupt the veteran's ceremony, but just looked at it with a slightly complicated look in his eyes, and followed the old man to the village again.

After seeing the rest of his life, the old people who could still stand up got up one after another and saluted the rest of their lives, their eyes firm.

"Liu Qingfeng, teach you this disciple..."

"I have no regrets in this life!"

The one-eyed old man looked at Yu Sheng's figure, slightly emotional, recalling that back then, Yu Sheng was still a little guy with a strange temper, and he was pulled here by Liu Qingfeng, and spoke softly.

"I think..."

"Go see him."

Yu Sheng lowered his head slightly.

"Hmm."

"You know where."

After hearing Yu Sheng's words, the one-eyed old man nodded with satisfaction and sat aside.

For the rest of your life, you can't waste it!

But after the ceremony, he is still an elder, and for the rest of his life, he still has the psychology of watching the growth of his younger generations.

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, and just followed the path in the old barracks, shuttling very familiar along the way, to a field full of flowers.

Tombstones are scattered among the flowers, birds chirp from time to time, and butterflies fly.

"Hmm..."

"I'm now the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion..."

"I also killed a lot... Demon beasts. ”

"The merit also won the top one."

"It's just..."

Yu Sheng sat in front of Liu Qingfeng's tombstone, whispered, his voice paused slightly, opened his backpack, and took out a somewhat worn, but neat schoolbag inside: "It's... Some are broken. ”

After saying that, Yu Sheng carefully put away his schoolbag again, and just fell into the grass on the side, looking at the sky.

At this moment, the brain of the rest of my life is completely empty, and I no longer think about anything.

Or perhaps, he can only feel a moment of tranquility when he is next to Liu Qingfeng.

I don't know how long it took, and the rest of my life fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the sky was full of stars.

"Teacher..."

"My way... What the hell..."

"How am I going to get there..."

Yu Sheng turned his head, looked at the tombstone on the side, and asked softly.

The breeze blew, and a flower in front of the tombstone swayed gently, but unfortunately, Liu Qingfeng could no longer give the answer to this question for the rest of his life.

"I was..."

"When I'm in Sin City, I just want to get out alive."

"Later, I did."

"Later, I fulfilled all the wishes on my wish list..."

"And now..."

"I really don't know, I want to do something more."

"Even if..."

"Tomorrow I'll die, and there's nothing to be sorry for."

The rest of his life looked at the starry sky and talked to himself.

He had never told anyone about these things, and he didn't want to talk about them, but at this time, in the face of a deceased, his own teacher, he finally opened his heart for the rest of his life, and kept talking about his troubles.

At night in the fields, everything is silent.

Only the breeze blows from time to time.

and a former teenager...

The truest voice.