Pirate Forest

The sword is a killing weapon, and everyone can hold a sword. A swordsman in this world can be called a swordsman when he reaches a certain level and is recognized by many people.

The pinnacle of swordsmen is the great swordsman. There is only one great swordsman in the world, Hawkeye Mihawk. It is the lifelong dream of all swordsmen to defeat him.

At first, Shi Jin just thought that the swordsman was very handsome, at least he was much more comfortable and unrestrained than his father's dull and hard-working life as a blacksmith.

Most people who choose careers based on interest alone will be dragged down physically and mentally. They will be overwhelmed by countless unexpected troubles and cannot stand up straight. They don't want to admit their mistakes. They can only go further and further away, and eventually fall to the ground overwhelmed. I buried my head deep in the ground and didn't dare to look at myself in the mirror.

If you simply ask him if he likes swords, he will definitely not hesitate, but will readily tell you "I don't know."

Because he really didn't know if he liked swords enough.

The excitement at the beginning was just due to a rebellious mentality towards my father's career and the disgusting looks of people around me. I instinctively wanted to integrate into the group and make my dreams as big as possible.

That’s why I mentioned the dream profession of swordsman.

It’s like when teachers asked when we were young, “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

"the scientist."

"doctor."

"police."

"Olympic champion."

"Astronaut."

They all have a perfect career, but I don’t have a complete mental impression at all. I just hear from teachers or adults what they hope they will do in the future, and I think it’s cool, so I repeat it in a confused way.

When I grew up, I would lie on the table, drooling all over the physics book on my face.

the scientist

Ha ha

In physical education class, running so hard to get extra points for the graduation exam even gave rise to fear.

Police Olympic Champion Astronaut

Ha ha

In the biology class, I didn't know anything except staring at the small pictures and laughing "hehe".

Doctors

Ha ha

Finally, when I grew up, I had a job that was completely different from what my parents had expected when I was a child. I would go out early in the morning and go home late every day for a few dollars and make people blush.

When I got home, I wiped away my tears and sweat, squatted on the ground and hugged my child who was watching cartoons happily. With sobs that a child couldn't hear, I said, "You must study hard to be a scientist in the future. You don't have to sit in the office." Very tired."

It is like this, generation after generation, children carry the hopes of others, smile and talk about the glorious dreams that others tell you, and let go of the idle life.

There will definitely be nothing gained in the end, so Shi Jin doesn't know if the swordsman's goal is what he really wants.

Later, at dusk, he held his hungry belly, dragged his bruised and swollen body and hid under a big tree, staring blankly at the sea without saying a word.

But he didn't pay attention to the beautiful sunset in the distance. He kept thinking about this sentence in his mind: "I will escape from here one day. How about coming with me?"

Why does that guy have such a determined goal?

What an enviable guy.

cuckoo

He hasn't eaten for too long, and the pirates are not willing to give him any extra food. Most of the time they can only keep him alive, and only let him have a full meal when they need him to repair weapons, make swords, or do simple ship repairs. Suddenly, I feel strong enough to work for them.

But recently the pirates haven't been here for a long time.

Now his eye sockets are sunken and close to the bones, his cheeks are dry and yellow, and his body is thin. He looks up at the lush green leaves of the trees, but there are no wild fruits at all.

Are you going to die?

Suddenly, his nose smelled a scent, which was getting closer and closer to him. Could it be that the pirates were back?

But there was never any fragrance on them, only the smell of blood, fish and sweat, which was extremely disgusting.

"Here, eat it quickly." A grilled fish that was golden and crispy and shimmering with bright yellow appeared in front of him.

The taste was so tempting that he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but he still vigilantly restrained his inner greed. He looked up and saw a figure blocking the sunset.

The messy broken hair looks unruly, the high nose bridge and back seem to never learn to bend, a pair of arrogant and unruly wolf eyes are captivating, and the raised corners of the mouth give people a sense of security.

"Then the group of pirates you captured on the island are dead." He said, but Shijin remained silent and did not accept his food.

"I feel more and more that you are not simple. You can resist hunger and block the temptation of food. It's amazing." This guy arrogantly gave him a thumbs up, which made people confused.

"Eat it for me." Before Shi Jin could react, the grilled fish was stuffed into his mouth. His eyelids that were just lazy suddenly became energetic and he struggled desperately.

"Ahem" he held his throat tightly with both hands and felt suffocated. He took the strange guy and handed him a glass of water and drank it all "gudugudu".

"Saved." The aftermath of the disaster made him stick out his long tongue. The torment just now exhausted all his strength, and now he could only let others slaughter him even if he was in danger.

"So you can talk." This unreasonable man seemed surprised that Shi Jin could talk. He just didn't want to talk.

He also contracted occupational diseases after learning to be a blacksmith, became taciturn, and became more and more like his father, turning into a stone. Later, his father died, he was caught by pirates, and so on.

They all made him lose the ability to speak. For several months, he remained silent no matter how humiliated he was, and became more and more like a smelly and hard stone.

He has become the person he least wanted to be when he was a child.

Speaking of which, this was indeed the first time he spoke in the past few months, and others thought he was mute.

"But no matter what, be my partner." What a man with such an aggressive appearance said was unexpectedly sincere. Looking closely, his smile was as clean as a white oak tree.

Seeing that Shijin was silent and didn't speak, he was not in a hurry, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into Shijin's mouth.

Sure enough, this guy is still as rude as he looks.

Moth

The sunlight in the distance gradually dissipated, the sun dropped to the sea level, and the sky was about to be enveloped in darkness. A bright firelight reflected on Shijin's stiff face.

zizi

The smoke filled the tip of his nose and blended into the dim night. Shijin smoked for the first time. Even in the most painful days, he did not try to use this kind of thing to numb himself. He imitated the guy next to him and took a puff, and the pungent tobacco was... Rushed into the lungs instantly.

"cough cough"

Shi Jin, who was not used to this feeling, kept coughing and quickly returned the cigarette to the guy who did it on purpose. Yes, wasn't this done to make him laugh?

Unexpectedly, he didn't hear the sarcasm. He glanced sideways and saw that the guy put Shijin's cigarette into his mouth without any disdain, and felt the feeling he was used to in the faint afterglow of the setting sun. The bitterness of not coming.

What kind of person is he?

Unknowingly, Shi Jin became interested in a guy who didn't have a good impression at first.

Time turned into ashes among the slowly shortening cigarettes, dissipated and fell into the distance. Night fell completely, leaving only two faint lights flickering from a distance.

"My name is Morgan Mimir Castile, what about you?" He sucked up two cigarettes and extinguished the last flame with two fingers. The cigarette butt hit his knee when it fell.

"Shijin." After hearing the list of names, Shijin couldn't help but think that this guy couldn't be a descendant of some great nobleman.

"I chose this name myself, isn't it awesome?" Morgan, who was very proud, smiled at him, but this time the night also covered his bright white teeth with a layer of black.

"Yeah" Shijin, who didn't know how to answer, just replied.

The two fell into silence again, not knowing what else to talk about.

There is a small hill on an isolated island in the dark night. Two figures who do not know each other are sitting together. The lush weeds are blown by the wind and cover their straight thighs like waves.

Shijin, who had just stirred up some ripples, felt that life had returned to calm again. He regarded Morgan as a pirate in his daily life, and he turned into a rock again.

"Look." Morgan broke the silence at this time and pointed to the grass in front of him.

A green light, another green light, and another

Suddenly, bright emeralds rose from the grass in all directions, facing each other with the bright stars in the sky. The sides of the thighs, the backs of the arms, and the top of the head were all lit up.

The mountains and plains were filled with bright gems, and they were tightly surrounded.

"It is impossible for a person to be alone forever in his life." Looking at the beautiful scenery around him, his mood improved a lot, and Morgan looked at Shijin seriously.

Even the rocks that are washed away all day long will be surrounded by waves for a lifetime.

"I can endure illness, grief and even death, but I can't believe anyone can endure loneliness."

"People should be with like-minded partners. A group of people should experience the ups and downs of this world. This is life." As he said this, he stood up and walked among the grass. When he turned around, his arms were covered with gems.

"Let's share this unknown life together"

Shijin, who was still sitting in the grass, looked at Morgan who was completely integrated into the beautiful scenery. He was both envious and afraid that his hard stone would puncture this beautiful bubble.

The beautiful scenery can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

For him, Morgan's life is a beautiful scenery that he dare not break into. People like him cannot bear the burden of other people's lives.

He cannot be greedy enough to share his life with others.

"I don't" he said in a voice so small, so reluctant, so stiff and lacking in confidence.

Morgan cut him off from his platitudes. He didn't want rejection.

"Eat when you're hungry, drink water when you're thirsty, and just do it when you want to do it. Why do you care so much after thinking about it so much?"

"Shouldn't you be more selfish in your own life?"

"Are you living for others?"

"Live for yourself"

唰

A breeze came slowly, passing through the grass, blowing his hair away. Shijin suddenly realized that he was so tired from living. He had cared about other people's opinions since he was a child. He chose a swordsman but learned to look down on the blacksmith.

Even now, he was thinking wildly.

His rock was not made of iron at all, it was made out of exhaustion and heart exhaustion.

Morgan opened his arms, and dense fireflies illuminated the path between the two. "A person's life is short and long, and if you want to live fully, you need a goal."

"You have a target Maskin."

His eyes were confused as to the target, and the figure of his father fighting bloody battles appeared before his eyes.

"In this world, not only swords and guns can kill people, hammers can also do it."

"People choose life, not life chooses people."

"If you still want to practice swordsmanship, don't forget to practice swordsmanship for three years."

Sword training and sword making.

"I want to be a swordsman." This time he was extremely determined.

A sudden white light enveloped the entire world, and everything disappeared before his eyes.

"Thank you Morgan."

Thank you for telling me that my life is my own,

Thank you for telling me what my goals are,

Thank you for telling me that people’s lives in this world are intertwined. Thank you for your willingness to weave your own life into people like me.

"stop"

The blood wings spread out from behind and descended onto the world like a devil from hell. He clenched the sword in his hands with both arms, and a vast and thick sword energy gushed out.

The rocks are overwhelming

The huge pure white sword energy came straight towards Conrad with unparalleled astonishing momentum. He felt the piercing cold light on his back making people shudder, and a fatal sense of crisis surged into his heart.

"How could such a thing happen?" How can you still stand up when you are so injured that you have lost your appearance?

But let’s run first.

But suddenly he looked around and found that there was no shadow at all, only a white light that seemed to occupy the entire world. The ability he was proud of was destroyed.

Just as he was about to take a step, he found that his ankle was tightly trapped by tiny thread-like plant vines that appeared from nowhere. He couldn't get rid of it and couldn't move.

"Damn it"

Conrad's unwilling upper body was completely swallowed up by the mighty sword energy, completely avoiding Morgan, who was sleeping soundly at his feet.

"Bravo"

Not far away, Tatata, who saw this large-scale sword energy, froze stupidly, his throat rolled up and down, suppressed for a few seconds, and then exploded, waving his fist excitedly.

"huhuhuhu"

Shijin, whose body felt drained, was breathing heavily, as if his breathing would stop suddenly if he was not careful, and his heart seemed to stop at any time.

thump

Shijin, whose exhausted body finally couldn't bear any more pain at this moment, fell to the ground. His breathing at this moment was like a heavy blow.

There was a signal of sleepiness coming from the body, and my eyelids were tired to receive it. I was ready to turn off the display screen and casually pressed the phone to turn it off.

At this moment, a road paved with flowers grew on the ground connecting the two people. Plant fibers thinner than hair were sewn together to reveal the bones of the back.

An energy like the bright green light of a firefly spread along the flowers from one end to the other, just like before.

The forest had intertwined their lives since that day.