The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1231 The Farm of Justice ([-])

West Coast lyrical rap is playing in the tavern, with a bright rhythm and a bit of sadness, just like the street lights of this city at night.

As soon as he sat down, Lucifer discovered the difference in the bar. The wooden bar here is not made of wooden boards, but a whole piece of log, and it is also old from the wood grain.

"This is the wood of the sail ship." The bartender introduced while wiping the glass: "The sail shipyard represents the glory of the seaside city. After the big ship was decommissioned, our boss bought one of the logs. A nameplate of the city's history."

Lucifer stroked the slightly rough wood grain with his fingers, and said with some sighs: "The history of human beings is actually not long, but you can always find a lot of memorable things in it, obviously those things have nothing to do with modern people, and they are also There is no guarantee for you anymore, but you have always been proud of it."

Schiller put one hand on the bar and held the wine glass in the other hand, quietly watching the light shining on the surface of the wine, like the light of a lighthouse falling on the sea, suddenly he turned his head to look at Lucifer Said: "It seems that you already have some ideas."

Lucifer nodded and said, "I have used my footsteps to measure every piece of land on every continent of the earth, and I have seen many, many histories."

"When I'm in it, I can only lament the chaos and disorder of human beings, and after everything is over, I suddenly realize that a moment in my life is already a long history for human beings. "

Lucifer raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said: "During the trip, I didn't leave any souvenirs behind, I collected some trinkets, maybe I can put them in my bar. "

Lucifer opened his hand and said, "At that time, it will be the bar with the most historical and cultural atmosphere on the west coast. Although I don't know what a bar has a historical and cultural atmosphere, it should still be pretty cool."

Schiller smiled and said: "This can satisfy your desire very well. At that time, every day you will be surrounded by the two questions of 'what is this' and 'what is that', and you will have to worry about it. Explain to everyone that it's not a fake and that you're not crazy."

"I don't care about it. As you said, the thing I can't stand the most is boredom. I will resolutely leave heaven, mainly because the life there is really boring." Lucifer shook his head, he was almost After drinking a glass of wine, he looked a little drunk.

"Many people think that I hate God and my father, but if I really say it, the emotion that hovers in my heart is not hatred, but a kind of complaint." Lucifer said with one hand on his face.

"He made everyone call me the first light, but if he really cherished this light so much, why did he create so many lights later? If there is only light, it's fine, I can still bear Michael, after all, if Paradise would be more boring without them."

"But why did God create human beings? To create this kind of temporary chaos, I don't know the so-called mayflies? After the appearance of human beings, he ordered us to do good to human beings and be the light that shines on them. Of course I don't want to."

"Did you ask him why he created humans?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer closed his eyes gently, and he said after a few seconds: "Of course, he answered me, hoping that I will no longer be alone."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and his long eyelashes shone brightly under the light above the bar.

"Are you lonely then?" Schiller asked again.

"I don't know, I don't even know what loneliness is." Lucifer turned his head and looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I am the first light of the world. For a long time, I was the only one in the world. I was born That's it, how can you be lonely?"

"Is God alone then?"

Lucifer was silent.

After a while, Lucifer asked, "Don't you hate Batman?"

Lucifer turned his head back, took another glass of wine handed over by the bartender, took a sip and said: "As you said, everyone who has a relationship with him, who has a little bit of him, will be arranged by ruthless fate , to be his stepping stone, including me, including all the light in this world, even including God.”

"If he needs it, we have to give up our lives. No matter how powerful and how high our status is, they will be reduced to ashes overnight and cease to exist. He is the real God of Destruction, the eternal Satan. "

"You were forced to have something to do with his fate, taught him so carefully, and the end result was bloodshed and injuries, wouldn't you really complain?"

Schiller was silent for a while, and then said: "You are God's creation, it is impossible to get rid of his control when you are born, and because of his powerful power, you feel that everything can only be arranged by him, and you will never be free , what you complain about is not that he doesn't love you, but that you can't choose."

"But Batman can't be chosen." Schiller shook his head and said: "We will have tragedies because of him, but the tragedies that fall on him will be deeper and longer than anyone else."

"Whether he pollutes anyone or binds anyone is out of his control, and he has no choice, and he doesn't even know about it."

"Then you still take revenge on him for this?" Lucifer showed an evil smile and said, "Since the ignorant is innocent, why did you torture him for four full years?"

Schiller glanced at him, smiled and said, "So you are waiting for me here. Could it be that you still want to defeat me in logical debate?"

"I don't." Lucifer shrugged and said, "You want to persuade me to reconcile with God and brothers, so you want to tell me that those who don't know are innocent, and many people don't have the right to choose. I want to be considerate of them, but Why don't you understand Batman?"

Schiller blinked, and when the eyelashes crossed, the light spots were like the shadows of the lake's inverted city lights.

"Do you know what Bruce's grades are?" Schiller asked.

"It's terrible." Lucifer replied without thinking, he didn't even need to use his omniscience to see the timeline, he didn't stay in Gotham for long, he knew that Bruce Wayne almost didn't graduate.

"Then what do you think of his learning attitude?" Schiller asked again.

This time Lucifer thought about it for a while, and said: "According to his intelligence, if he studied hard, how could his grades be so poor? It must be because he doesn't care at all, and his attitude towards learning is very bad."

"But you know what? He comes to every class I have, even though sometimes he arrives late and leaves early, but he never misses class."

Lucifer felt a little curious, so he asked: "He arrived at every class on time, why? He didn't want to study hard, why did he go to every class? Or he went to every class, why? Can you still learn like that?"

"Oh, I see. He should be afraid that you will be angry, right?" Lucifer suddenly realized, "It must be that you put too much pressure on him, making him dare not go."

"He goes to every class, and he can still learn like that, won't it make me more angry?" Schiller asked: "A student who doesn't come to class is his own problem, but he can still learn well if he comes to class." Then, that's my problem...and he knows it."

"Then why is he still here? Why doesn't he do something else, which can make you less angry..."

"He comes to class and doesn't study, so you know what he's doing in class?" Schiller asked.

"what?"

"sleep."

Lucifer was speechless, Schiller straightened his body slightly, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and said, "You may be thinking, when did I become generous enough to allow a student who has neither grades nor attitude, Blatantly sleeping in my class?"

Lucifer looked at him with the expression "You're right, that's exactly what I want to ask".

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, I'm not so magnanimous. Every environment in society has its own meaning. If you want to live in society, you must do things that match the environment."

"The bedroom is for resting and sleeping, and the classroom is for listening to lectures and studying. Ordinary people reverse the two. In the end, resting and studying are all in a mess. Even if I want to prevent this from happening, I will not Will allow students to sleep in my class."

"In addition, I don't want to prove that I have more status than the students, but at least I have more knowledge than them. When I want to share this knowledge with them, they can directly refuse, that is, not to come to class , but since you are here and want to accept this knowledge, you must maintain the most basic respect for me."

"Respecting the teacher is a prerequisite for receiving knowledge, because if you don't respect a person, it is impossible to remember what he said in your heart. The teacher cannot be respected, and you cannot obtain knowledge. Why bother to hurt each other?"

"In that case, why did you allow Bruce to sleep in your class?"

"Because of Bruce's mental illness, he can only fall asleep when he feels safe. Otherwise, even if he lies in the bedroom overnight, it is impossible to get real rest."

Lucifer turned to look at Schiller, he just wanted to ask "how did you know", but then fell silent as if he was choked.

Under the light of the bar counter, Schiller's profile has ups and downs, like winding mountains.

"When a teacher is teaching students the philosophy of life, he is re-opening the scars caused by certain sufferings, telling him to empathize, and telling him that he will be understood."

In the past, Lucifer always felt that Schiller's tone was too calm and unwavering, but this time, he could hear a rare calmness and tenderness from it.

So he turned his head back, put the wine glass heavily on the table, and said, "Perhaps...father is the same."

The golden halo reflected from the light on the surface of the cup is like the sunset shining on the blackboard through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lecture theater in the evening.

Through the dim light, Lucifer saw that the hand holding the chalk in front of the blackboard paused for a moment.

When the teacher turned his head, his eyes looked over the stairs and desks, as if he had climbed one mountain after another, and landed on a figure in the last row of the classroom.

The young man lying on the table was exhausted, but his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.

The rise and fall of his chest gradually became gentle, like a baby snoring softly in the cradle, soundly asleep.

(End of this chapter)