Suddenly, Mr. Zhong coughed hard twice, and his face turned slightly pale.

He stood up unsteadily.

For the rest of my life, I could see that Mr. Zhong’s hand holding on to the wall was trembling slightly.

Mr. Zhong, who had always acted very aloof, as if he didn't pay attention to everything, had a flash of helplessness deep in his eyes, but he still smiled: "Haha, old man, little kid, be more open-minded, sometimes... no one cares about you.

Thinking so bad."

"Try to open your heart to some people, and you will experience a different kind of life."

Mr. Zhong said something incomprehensible, got up and walked away.

Yu Sheng looked at Mr. Zhong's back thoughtfully, still remaining silent.

It's as if a piece of white paper was thrown into a black dye vat. When it was taken out, the entire paper was black.

But now there is someone, little by little, carefully wiping every stain on the paper.

I have to say that the atmosphere in the old camp is very good.

The people here once had soldiers, captains, and even generals, but they blended in perfectly.

Even though they are physically disabled, a group of people still maintain an optimistic attitude.

Even self-sufficient.

All the vegetables we eat on weekdays are grown by ourselves.

Mo Ge also said that he would provide them with subsidies, but they all refused.

"I need you to give it to me?"

"Save it for the pensions for the dead guys!"

They responded with similar words.

Anyway, those who stayed in the veteran camp were all childless and single, and it was enough not to starve to death.

It was getting dark.

Some elderly people went to bed early.

The remaining people also returned to the room, just as they had done when they were in the army.

Liu Qingfeng spent the rest of his life walking in the fields.

When you raise your head, you can see the stars, and the dim moonlight makes this place look like a prosperous scenery.

It seems like it can relieve all the worries and worries in my heart.

I wanted to shout twice with all my strength.

Of course, the result may be that a group of veterans come out cursing and each of them kicks you.

"How does it feel?"

Liu Qingfeng raised his head, looked at the dark night sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and asked.

Yu Sheng recalled all the encounters in the afternoon and nodded: "It seems... not bad."

For some reason, when he saw those old people laughing and making trouble without restraint, he felt envious in his heart.

Although this emotion is very weak.

but...

It’s enough to be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

Do you actually envy others?

Liu Qingfeng did not continue to speak, but slowly walked forward with Yu Sheng.

Until a lake appeared in the distance.

At the edge of the lake, there are five tombstones.

Next to the tombstone is a simple thatched house.

There is also a maza and a fishing rod beside it.

"This is Mr. Zhong's residence."

Liu Qingfeng spoke slowly: "Buried in those five graves are Mr. Zhong's father, mother, wife, son..."

There are five graves, but only four people are buried.

The last tombstone is left without words.

Looking at Yu Sheng's somewhat confused expression, Liu Qingfeng explained: "The last grave was left to him by Mr. Zhong."

"Back then, Mr. Zhong's parents were also sensational geniuses."

"They are a couple of gods and gods that everyone envies."

"But in the end, he died in the battle at Demon Suppression Pass."

"A few years later, Mr. Zhong joined the reserve force, passed the review, and entered the Demon Pass."

"I still remember that year, everyone was watching, watching whether the best young man in the reserve army could survive the cruel Demon Suppression Pass."

"And in the following decades, this young man wrote a legend with his own hands."

"The legend that belongs to Zhong Yushu."

Liu Qingfeng's eyes were extremely sacred at this moment, as if that dilapidated thatched house was the most noble place in the world.

"At that time, everyone remembered one sentence."

"You can always trust Zhong Yushu."

"He is here for a day, and the Demon Suppressing Pass is worry-free for a day."

"Unfortunately, heroes always come to an end."

Liu Qingfeng said with a slight tremor, and his emotions fluctuated violently: "In order to kill Mr. Zhong, the demon clan paid a huge price and even secretly cooperated with the cult."

"Although Mr. Zhong is still alive,... the awakening object is broken."

"Just like when I was young, I came alone and left alone."

"Even when Mr. Zhong was leaving, he was smiling and saying... said... that he, Zhong Yushu, had made a lot of money by replacing the two demon masters."

"But on that day, the human race mourned in silence."

"After that, Mr. Zhong returned to his hometown, which is here."

"A place no one knows about."

"The rest of my life..."

Liu Qingfeng took a deep breath and looked at Yu Sheng with sincerity in his eyes: "Actually, there are many ways to live in life. I'm not saying that the path you are taking now is wrong."

"But... the human race really needs geniuses."

"A strong man who can protect the human race."

"Maybe what I have experienced and what I have seen...is too little, but you are already the most outstanding young man I have ever seen."

"I have an intuition that in the future you... can soar into the sky."

"As a teacher, I really hope that you can do your best to help the human race."

"Let everyone remember your name, maybe... it is also a good life."

Liu Qingfeng was a little irritable.

I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably upset.

He was just doing what all teachers would do, but for the rest of his life, it would push him step by step into more dangerous situations and force him to carry more things.

If one day the rest of your life changes because of his words, go...die.

Then he is the biggest executioner.

But he had no choice.

Because a teacher is meant to teach a strong person who will fight to the death for the human race without retreating.

Yu Sheng silently stared in the direction of the thatched house, somewhat absentmindedly.

No one knew what he was thinking.

even...

He did not respond to Liu Qingfeng's words.

Liu Qingfeng sighed softly and reached out his hand again, wanting to touch Yu Sheng's head.

Yu Sheng just calmly took a step back and got out of the way.

Perhaps the only thing that makes Liu Qingfeng happy is that...this time, there is no blade in Yu Sheng's hand.

"For the rest of my life, Sin City will just be Sin City."
To be continued...