Endless Debt

The train rumbled forward without stopping. At the junction of a certain carriage, Irwin looked out at the vast darkness outside, feeling a little restless.

He lit the cigarette, put it into his mouth again, and swallowed hard. With the previous experience, Irwin looked much more skilled this time. When he exhaled the thick smoke, he looked like a weathered old smoker... But This was actually the first pack of cigarettes he ever bought in his life.

Irwin frowned and looked at the half-burned cigarette in his hand. He realized that he still didn't like this kind of thing, so he threw it out casually, dug into his pocket, and threw away the remaining half pack of cigarettes. leave.

"I never smoked or drank when I was young," Irwin leaned against the shaky wall. "I feel that life is fragile, and these two things will undoubtedly accelerate our decline."

"Then why are you trying these things now?" The girl stood opposite Irwin and asked curiously.

"As people get older, they want to start trying things that they haven't tried when they were young. Anyway, my most youthful and energetic years have passed, and I don't care much about how I am now. .”

When Irwin mentioned this, time seemed to have defeated him, but it was only a temporary victory, and the sense of decadent old age was fleeting in his body.

Turning to the last few pages of the notebook, there was a dense list, most of which had been blacklined by Irwin.

"Before I got on this train, I briefly worked as a rock singer, but the bar owner didn't like me very much."

Irwin sighed. He quite liked this attempt, but unfortunately the actual conditions did not allow it.

"Of course, in addition to wanting to try new things, I'm also a little curious about what else I can do."

"Why should you be curious... about what you can do?"

The girl looked confused, and Irwin sighed. From the outside, the girl seemed to have just grown up, and only a corner of the vast world was shown to her. It was normal for her not to understand her own words.

"Do you believe in talent?

For example, some people are born musicians with an absolute sense of sound, some people are born painters with an absolute sense of color, and some people are born athletes. They can achieve the speed easily, but others need to work hard. To catch up. "

Irwin gave many examples in one breath.

After hearing this, the girl thought for a moment and nodded vigorously, "Then what?"

“But here’s the thing, no one knows what they are born to do.

A musician with absolute pitch may never have anything to do with an instrument in his life, but may be engaged in some... other jobs.

The same is true for a painter, a good athlete. He may feel that he is just a little stronger than others, and then excitedly goes to the construction site to move bricks. "

Irwin asked the girl, "What do you think of this story?"

The girl said, "A little sad."

"What's even sadder," Irwin continued, "is that musicians touch the keys for the first time at the end of their years, and painters pick up their paintbrushes when they are dying."

Irwin talks about the sad side of things.

"Thinking about their feelings at that time, shock, obsession, and then grief, they will definitely think that it was too late to reunite with their talents. If they had been so few years ago, they might have made a difference. Now in Hui , It just adds regret to them as they age."

Just like a traveler in the desert, the scorching sun scorched his body and evaporated all the water in his body. He was as stooped as a mummy. When he gave up hope completely, he saw a clear lake not far away.

Die in despair and sorrow.

The girl shook her head, "This sounds too pessimistic..."

"That's why you should try new things while you still have the strength. What if you discover the talent hidden in your blood?"

As Irwin spoke, he added a few more lines of events to his notes, which had just occurred to him.

The girl asked curiously, "Have you ever discovered your new talent after trying so many things?"

"Yes...but that's not important." Irwin put away his notes and his eyes became serious. "What's important is you. What's going on with you?"

Irwin took the girl and evaded the ticket inspector, but the problem between the two was still unresolved. Irwin didn't know who the girl was or her name. She was a complete walking mystery.

The girl said, "Running away from home, you guessed it."

"But your story is false."

"Does it matter whether the story is true or false? Anyway, it led to me running away from home."

Irwin was silent for a moment and said seriously and solemnly, "It's important."

"Truth is important."

Irwin repeated again, his words short and powerful, like the ringing of a bell.

When she first met Irwin, the girl only thought that Irwin was a strange and friendly uncle, but now it seems that the real Irwin is not at all what he appeared to be.

At this moment, the girl seemed to get to know Irwin again. His strong pressure made the girl breathless.

"The reason why I am so patient with you is because my upbringing and principles are affecting me. Do you understand?"

Irwin was not born into a noble family, but Irwin liked to restrain himself with his noble character. Even in the most dangerous and difficult situations, Irwin still stuck to his ideals.

Self-restraint is above all else, even if you are killed, you will not be defeated.

This is one of Irwin's dreams, he wants to live as a noble person.

The girl crossed her arms and lowered her head to avoid Irwin's gaze. She still didn't want to say anything, just like a safe, keeping all the secrets firmly in her heart.

Irwin shook his head and whispered, "I can just leave."

This is what he said and this is how he acted.

Irwin was tired of entangled with the girl and left the girl here to fend for herself. From the moment the girl decided to run away from home, she should be prepared. Even if she fell on the road, it was her own choice. fate.

There was only so much Irwin could do to help her, not to mention that the girl didn't seem to need his help.

The girl stared at Irwin's back, her expression became lonely. She did not stop Irwin, she remained silent, looking towards the dark night outside, looking forward to the end of the train.

The tall shadow suddenly appeared in front of the girl. The girl raised her head. Irwin was back, and a smile filled her face.

Sure enough, Irwin's philosophy would not allow him to turn a blind eye to a girl who ran away from home.

The girl thought this was the case, and her smile froze on her face.

Irwin's back was turned to the light, and his expression frightened the girl. Then the girl noticed that absolute silence covered the train, leaving only the faint sound of wind and the roar of machinery. The noise of the passengers had long gone. , even the sound of sleeping snores has long disappeared.

"Quiet."

Just as the girl was about to say something, Irwin covered her mouth and hissed.

The girl's eyes moved up and down to show that she understood what Irwin said. Irwin slowly let go of his hand and nervously opened the windows on both sides, letting the cold wind flow into the joints of the car.

"What's wrong?"

The girl lowered her voice like a mosquito.

Irwin had no intention of explaining. He took off his heavy coat and put it on the girl. Only then did the girl realize how heavy the coat was, as if it had a steel plate attached to it.

The pockets jingled, as if Irwin had stuffed a box of tools inside, and the girl waddled like a penguin.

"Stay here, breathe the air outside the window, and don't leave."

Irwin warned the girl in a low voice. His eyes were no longer friendly, but became vicious, like an angry young man, but paired with his gray hair, he looked like a roaring lion in his twilight years.

The girl nodded obediently, knowing when to be naughty and when to take things seriously.

Irwin wasn't kidding himself.

The girl hid in the corner, Irwin's shadow covering her and occupying the entire field of view.

Irwin revealed a black vest, with armor-like muscles holding up the black fabric, and his knotted arms exposed, like a pair of deadly weapons.

The sharp edge hurt the girl's eyes. She squinted hard and could barely see the source of the edge.

It was an exquisite short sword, with a black strap wrapped around the scabbard, firmly fixing it under Irwin's left wrist. This deadly weapon responds to Irwin's call at any time.

Irwin's right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He took a deep breath of fresh air, held his breath, and opened the car door.

Drawing out the dazzling edge, Irwin stepped into the smoke-filled carriage. At the same time, the door at the other end opened, and the hungry demon strode in.