"Have you heard that the Chang'an County Magistrate resigned today."

"Why?"

"You don't know? It's not because of Luo Coffin Board."

"What does it have to do with the Chang'an County Magistrate? Why did you suddenly want to resign?"

"Tsk, your elm head."

"The fief of King Gong was cut off for interfering in the government's case handling. The Chang'an County Magistrate is the chief of the county. He was interfered with when he said that he was involved. Why did you say he was not responsible?"

"Look at what you said, this county magistrate of Chang'an City is so easy to be?"

"That's King Gong. If someone else doesn't necessarily do better than him."

"That's what the people say, but they don't care about this."

"He has a bad reputation in the market now, so it's not surprising that he would resign at this time."

"What's wrong? Did the saint respond?"

“No.”

"I just asked someone to arrange another place for him."

"I heard that I am going to Hebei Road."

"It's not bad."

"It's still far behind Chang'an City."

"No, who told him to catch up?"

"It's still that coffin board is amazing. Even King Gong was overturned by him."

"He is really brave, isn't he afraid of the lawsuit being unable to be fought? Instead, he will be punished by King Gong?"

"Who have you ever been afraid of that coffin board?"

"Tsk,          It's really worthy of its reputation."

Recently, many people in Chang'an City have been talking about the battle between Luo Yong and King Gong Li Boyi. On the 15th day, the Chang'an County Magistrate resigned. The discussion that had originally calmed down suddenly became louder again.

Qiao Junlin didn't have to attend classes this day. When he went out for activities with several classmates, he heard it all over his ears.

These people were talking about how powerful the Luo coffin board was. They didn’t know that when Luo Yong was doing this, he had already done the worst plan.

Si Niang and Wulang and others had even packed their luggage. If the situation was not good, they would be asked to return to Lishi's hometown under the escort of Xing Er and Luo Yong several disciples. No matter what happened to Luo Yong outside, the people from Lishi County and Xipo Village would still protect their Luo family.

Qiao Junlin's classmates were also talking about this matter with great enthusiasm, looking like students who were coffin boards, they felt honored.

The more Qiao Junlin heard it, the more bored he felt. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the people said they would go wherever they wanted to play. Qiao Junlin didn't want to go, so he went home alone.

When I got home, I found that the yard was quiet and the sound of Azhi and the others printing test papers came from a room next to me.

Liulang and Qiniang were talking in a silence. Azhi agreed from time to time, but Siniang and Wulang didn't hear the voice, and maybe he was burying his head again.

"Cruff." Qiao Junlin pushed Luo Yong's door into the room. The door shaft crushed the groove at one end of the threshold, making a squeak. When he walked into the room, he saw Luo Yong wearing a official robe, sleeping heavily on the bed.

Just guessing that he must be sleeping now. Qiao Junlin stood by and watched for a while, then took a volume of "Qimin Yaoshu" from the shelf next to him, dragged his shoes, sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang table, and started to read it slowly.

It was already more than an hour later when Luo Yong woke up.

"Why are you here?" Luo Yong yawned and then sat cross-legged.

"Now most of Chang'an City is talking about you and the King Gong." Qiao Junlin answered the question irrelevantly.

"I have nothing to do with him," Luo Yong said casually.

When Qiao Junlin heard this, he smiled and pushed a bowl of clear water from the kang table in front of him. Luo Yong was really thirsty at this time, so he picked up the bowl of clear water and poured it in a few bites. After drinking it, he felt a little refreshed.

"But it's comfortable?" Qiao Junlin said with a pun.

"Natural." Luo Yong grinned: "It's so good!"

"Just for such a person, why is this so?" The fuse of this incident was Yan Liu. Just for such a person, he even had to take all his own lives. Qiao Junlin did not agree with Luo Yong's approach.

However, for Luo Yong, there is nothing in this world that is not as good as it is. No matter how small the things he wants to do, no matter how big the things he doesn't want to do, no matter how big the things he doesn't want to do.

"Do you know why there are so many lonely ghosts at this time?" Luo sat cross-legged on the kang, his whole body crookedly, holding his cheek with one hand, and asked Qiao Junlin with a smile.

"Why?" Qiao Junlin raised his chin, waiting to see what fallacies Luo Yong could come up with this time.

"I heard that after a person dies, the body easily decays and dissolves it, but the grievances and regrets in my heart are not so easy to resolve."

Luo used his tone as if he was talking about a rural monster. When Qiao Junlin heard it, he became silent. He lowered his eyes and looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, without knowing what he was thinking for a moment.

"So don't go out to socialize with those who have nostrils all day long. Now the small things that seem irrelevant to you will turn into a knife in the future and cut some holes on you from time to time."

In fact, Luo Yong had wanted to say this to Qiao Junlin a long time ago, but he just didn't know how to speak. After all, Qiao Junlin also has his own ideas, and his life always depends on him to walk on his own.

"How many holes he wants to cut." Qiao Junlin also learned to support his cheek with one hand, and said indifferently.

"What's the point of being a lonely ghost?" Sure enough, it's useless to say this to this kid at this time.

"Where is the best place in the sky and under the earth?" This is typical of the argument of a middle-aged boy.

Luo Yong really couldn't answer the question "..."

What is the best place in heaven and earth? In fact, as long as people's hearts are at peace, everything is good.

Qiao Junlin is still too young now, and he cannot understand this truth. He does not know that those who he judged to be patient will one day become major troubles in his life. Some of them he thinks are optional and can be abandoned, but Luo Yong wants to protect them even if he fights his life.

In that childhood experience in the 21st century, Luo Yong deeply understood a truth that a person's grievances, reluctance, anger, hatred and hatred can definitely not be resolved so easily.

However, what is more fatal than these is the memory that was once trampled under the feet like mud, so humble and unbearable, and so shadows lingering. No matter how ten or twenty years have passed, every time I think of it, the soul will still wail in pain.

Luo Yong was very patient since childhood and rarely showed his fragile side in front of others. However, for many years, his soul was wailing and sobbing all day long, like a lonely ghost.

The most difficult thing to endure is in the years of adolescence. When his self-esteem becomes stronger and stronger, the memories of the past will make him feel unbearable.

Since then, the most important thing Luo Yong has learned is to protect himself, whether it is the body or soul.

He is a little willful. He stops going to work if he doesn't want to go to work, stops fighting if he doesn't want to deal with others, and stops getting married if he doesn't want to get married and stops getting married. Although Grandma Luo used to be talking about it, she hopes that he can get married and have children as soon as possible and have a family of his own.

Luo Yong instinctively rejects things about love and marriage. No matter whether the other person is a man or a woman, the closer they are, the easier it is to hurt each other. The deeper the affection, the more unable to face loss, whether it is separation from life and death, or the favor of people.

Why did he drive alone in those mountains in those small trucks? At that time, he actually didn’t have any romance of indulging in the mountains, nor did he have any poetry of wandering in the distance. He actually just needed some time and space to let the wounds on his soul heal slowly.

Luo Yong has a stronger vitality than he imagined. He was not defeated by the haze, but walked out step by step. In this life, he became stronger and more courageous.

However, whether everything must be lost until it is lost before it can truly know how to cherish it.

Two young men sat cross-legged on both sides of the kang table, quietly thinking about their respective problems. The sunset was setting, and the room was quiet...

"It's time to eat!" Hou Jieshu's loud voice recalled in the yard.

"Eat and eat." Luo Yong also warned Qiao Junlin while looking for shoes to get off the kang, "Anyway, you should take care of yourself. If you dare to do something outrageous, I will tell your uncle and let him sell your legs."
Chapter completed!