Chen Feichen's face turned pale instantly, and for a while, his eyes were glazed.

He... He's going to kill someone...

Luo Feng looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "There is no difference between killing people and killing pigs, people who are used to killing people are not as good as pigs, there is no difference." ”

Almost instantly, he was more afraid of this boss than he was grateful!

A pair of extremely incredulous eyes stared at him, and there was extreme fear in their eyes.

He couldn't imagine that this sentence came from the mouth of a person younger than his own age!

Autumn is a little hot and dry, but at this moment, his whole body is cold, and one after another coolness rushes from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if he has been thrown into an ice cave in the summer.

"Someone will come to you later, and there will be a special nurse on your mother's side to take care of you, you can rest assured."

Lin Tianhua enjoyed his expression very much, laughed hahaha, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned his head to leave.

Chen Feichen looked at them in a daze, looking at his hands blankly, he knew that once he killed someone, he would not be able to go back.

These hands of mine have written all over the various states of life, social reality, and the cruelty of the underworld, but now, I want to lose my pen and kill people, what a irony.

"I've found the person who beat your parents, and I'll let you go tonight."

Lin Tianhua's playful voice came into his ears.

He slowly clenched his palms, glanced in the direction of the ward, and muttered, "Who said... A man with blood on his hands, can't write? ”

"The next "Killing Dance" is coming soon!"

"Please protagonist... Chen Feichen..."

He put on his hat and bowed his head, and walked out of the sunlight into the darkness.

Slaughter... Let's start with revenge...

Time is like Chen Feichen's life, which has changed track in the blink of an eye, heading in an unspeakable direction.

When Lin Tianhua parked, Luo Feng had already come to the school, and when he was on the way, he told the principal and asked him to inform him that there would be another open class at three o'clock this afternoon, so Lin Tianhua also sent him directly to the school.

The most important purpose is to bring a little extreme shock to Jiang Yurou before leaving.

"Yurou Yurou, hurry up, hurry up, take the book and follow me, today Mr. Luo is giving a literature class, and the bulletin board is not posted today, it seems to be added temporarily, and there will be no place for it after a while, hurry up!"

"Oh, here we are."

When Zhao Yunxin and Jiang Yurou ran to the classroom panting, it was already full, and they only grabbed the last two positions.

"What is literature? It is a way and means to use spoken language or writing as a medium to express the objective world and subjective cognition. ”

"Since there have been written records in China, there has been a system of literature. It can be said that literature carries the history and heritage of China over the past 5,000 years, and is an important and indispensable part of China! ”

"It is an iron-blooded dynasty that records the discord, the non-tribute, the Son of Heaven guarding the country, and the death of the king, the prosperous Tang Dynasty of the Heavenly Khan Li Shiming, and the glorious life of the champion Hou Huo's illness!"

"What is literature? Don't tell me what is in the books, you should answer me, literature, is inheritance! ”

"It is the person who recorded the great leader who led the rebellion to live a good life, and it was every Chinese person who provoked the backbone of the nation during the war, and it was your writing that was forged with your own blood, their knives, their guns, and the pen in your hands!"

"The Sichuan army left Sichuan with 3.5 million people, and only 130,000 people came back in the end! Please use your pen to tell their fierce ambition, please use your pen to turn into a song and a crying poem! Leave it on paper and engrave it in your heart! This is called inheritance! It's also called... The peaceful and prosperous world they want! ”

"There is also the Hunan army of 'goodbye in the next life', and the Gui army that is well-equipped and good at fighting tough battles! In wartime, they carry guns and cannons to guard the country, in peacetime, the pen in your hands can write the wind and snow and the moon free and easy, can write the snow and the moon of the emptiness, only the quiet is the master, you can write the glory and withering of water and wood, the growth and decline of bamboo and stone, and the lonely idle person wields its power!

But please don't forget the ancestors who once threw their heads and spilled their blood!

When you write the first word, it's literature! What is it? It's called inheritance, it's called... The horn of the charge a few decades ago made him sound after twenty or thirty, and this is the charm of literature! ”

“......”

Luo Feng talked about literature from the side, which also made the old professors who watched Luo Feng teach loudly outside the window felt gratified.

They may be glad that no one has forgotten that era, or perhaps it is because he has told literature in this way.

He used literature to link it with inheritance, literature to link it with the War of Resistance Against Japan, and he used it to link it with inheritance....

"We are old, and the students can't listen to the dry lectures, maybe we should really consider a new way of teaching, and I think Mr. Luo's way is good."

"Yes, I guess that if there are international students in our school, they may all have to die here today."

"I've never seen anything like that in my life, hahahaha."

"He didn't talk much about dry goods, but he passed on the meaning of literature, and it seems that this red wind will eventually blow to the barren land and blow all over the country."

In the classroom, Luo Feng even became extremely excited because of his excitement, and even after arriving, he waved his big hand and pointed to the national flag fluttering outside, just letting them stare at it!

Finally, Luo Feng turned around and wrote on the blackboard: forgetting, blood, inheritance, faith.

"This is my assignment, please write an essay in these eight words, including but not limited to prose, poetry, etc., specific things, you are free to play."

After saying that, he threw down the chalk and left.

This class is actually Luo Feng's biggest feeling when he comes into contact with Dong Xuguo.

His love for the land was deep.

Of course, he also has his own selfish intentions.

The theme of this class is actually two words, blood!

Even a girl like Jiang Yurou felt that her blood was boiling after Luo Feng finished speaking.

But in the midst of boiling, she found Luo Feng.

"Teacher Luo, why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Yurou quickly followed Luo Feng's footsteps, and Zhao Yunxin next to him also followed breathlessly.

"I have something to do now, and I have to go back to Jiangzhou."

Luo Feng said quickly, paused, rubbed Jiang Yurou's head and said with a smile: "I will be back in a few days, you have to complete your homework well, the first thing I will do when I come back is to check your homework." ”

Jiang Yurou said obediently: "Okay, Teacher Luo." ”

"Send you a word, when turbidity becomes a norm, innocence, there is sin."

Luo Feng turned to leave, highlighting a resolute and resolute move.

Jiang Yurou stood at the bottom of the teaching building, looking at Luo Feng's figure until he disappeared.

Neither of them noticed that a figure in the classroom was holding a DV and walked quickly towards the school gate......