Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Guan Gan didn't understand why Ding Yan suddenly stopped talking to him. He thought he did a good job and made no mistakes, so he just thought it was because the child was worried because he saw many people being influenced by Kanshen.

He comforted: "you don't have to be afraid, I'm here, you'll be fine, don't worry."

The man lying on the bed looked up at him, then turned his head away again.

The old knife reached out and touched the child's forehead to confirm that there was no fever, and then tried the back of the man's neck to confirm that he did not feel the heat for the second time. He was slightly relieved, thought for a while, and said: "You don't have to worry, this Hysteria doesn't get here."

Ding Yan was sullen for a while, but couldn't help it, turned his head and glanced at him, moved his lips, wanted to say something, but didn't know what he should say.

After thinking for a long time, he asked, "Why do you treat me differently?"

He wanted to ask if you had some feelings for me again, but he was afraid that if he was too affectionate to turn around, it would only increase the trouble, so he could only change his vocabulary, hoping, but timidly, what the other party said.

"You..." Guan Gan was stunned. He wanted to say that I did this because you were my scabbard and your blood helped me break the seal, but he suddenly thought of a year ago. At that time, young people not only Not his scabbard, nor did it help him out of the seal.

Even if he treated Ding Yan differently just because of the seal, he should have turned his head and left after the blade was bloodied and the seal was lifted. Why should I leave now when I can go to the ground and act independently, and I shouldn't stay for so long.

Then why did he treat Ding Yan specially?

He inexplicably felt that he had forgotten something, but what was he forgetting?

Because of this young man, he seems to have changed a lot.

but……

Guan Gan squatted down, holding the side of the bed with his hands, and looked at the person lying on the bed at the same level, his eyes were black and bright, completely different from the feeling of blood mist before.

Seeing the man's increasingly anxious expression, he finally spoke and asked, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"

"I, I, I..." Ding Yan wanted to shake his head at first, but he couldn't shake his head when he looked into those eyes. He wanted to ask Lao Dao, do you still remember that national teacher? Knowing what the national teacher looks like, can you still remember what the national teacher said and did to you.

He didn't dare to ask, or even bring up, that kind of memory, he didn't know if it was a dream, he didn't know if his time was stolen, he couldn't tell which one was spent with Guan Gan for so long He is afraid, he is afraid to open his mouth, and the answers he asks are "I don't remember", "I don't know", and "It's not you".

Perhaps it was really a dream created by him under the influence of a blade of the old knife.

The only one who remembers is himself.

Only him.

"During this year, I had a dream." Ding Yan said.

Lao Dao tilted his head and asked tentatively, "Dream?"

"Yes." Ding Yan replied, "In that dream, I became the national teacher of the Xuan Kingdom, Ah Yan."

"Ayan?" Guan Gan called out the name slowly, as if chewing and savoring the two words between his teeth.

Ding Yan didn't know that one day he would feel shocked when someone called another name that was very similar to his name. This realization made him feel ashamed. The identity of the bystander tells such a story.

Ah Yan died, he replaced Ah Yan, and spent about half a year with Guan Gan when he was young.

"The scabbard on your body was still there at that time, hundreds of years have passed since now." He said, "I don't know if it's true or not, but I did have such a dream."

He felt that he was very much like a defeated man now, holding on, trying to preserve his dignity.

He didn't dare to raise his head, and after he finished speaking, he retracted into the quilt and stopped protruding.

"I do lack part of my memory." Guan Gan said after deliberation, "A knife is a complete knife only when its scabbard, blade and handle are still intact. Only then can I be complete." However, my original scabbard has been melted and another knife was used, so I can only vaguely remember some of this memory. You, but I think the person who allows me to find a place to carry my memories may be special."

Ding Yan huddled under the quilt without moving his head.

Guan Gan was afraid that he would be suffocated and sick, so he forcibly reached out to dig him out, but he couldn't break away Ding Yan's hand that was covering his face.

He could use brute force to break the finger apart, but he didn't. He was afraid of hurting Ding Yan's thin fingers, so he was a little at a loss, so he had to let the man remain as he was.

"Although my original scabbard is no longer there, and my original memory has been lost, but my current scabbard is still there." He tried to comfort the "silkworm chrysalis" that rolled himself up in other ways, "The original memory has been blurred and is no longer clear, but all my future memories will be yours."

"You asked me why I treat you differently. I can't answer this question, because I don't understand why I am special to you. I, I don't understand." Guan Gan frowned, feeling a little headache for the first time.

He didn't feel that his behavior towards Ding Yan was special, and he felt that all his behaviors were normal.

He felt like he should.

If such behavior made this person feel uncomfortable, he didn't know where he should correct it. For the first time, he felt that his emotions were different from usual.

Ding Yan didn't speak for a long time, so long that one would think he had fallen asleep.

Just when Guan Gan thought he would not speak again, he suddenly heard the man's muffled voice: "Do you know why I said it was wrong for you to do this?"

Lao Dao asked: "Why?"

"You think the villagers are different from me, don't you?" The young man quietly peeked at him with one eye.

"Of course the villagers are different from you." Guan Gan answered naturally.

He didn't even realize what he meant, he just followed instinct.

"But there is no one in the world who is different from anyone." Ding Yan could feel that his face was hot now, "I am no different from you, from villagers, from magistrates, governors, officials, and princes. "

Seeing the questioning look on Lao Dao's face, he stopped him from continuing to speak, and said to himself: "The only thing that can tell the difference is your feelings, your heart."

Lao Dao doesn't know what emotion is, so let him teach him and let him be his teacher.

"You want to say that you don't know what feelings are, but your heart does." Ding Yan took his hands off his face as he spoke, "When you don't understand, you take them all as me. "

"The child is extremely important to the mother, as important as you and your mana—no, how should I put it? The child is inseparable from the mother. If the child is injured, the mother will be anxious. In the same way, the mother is to the child. The same is true, this is the relationship, not only mother and child, but also husband and wife, father and child, the relationship between them is regardless of closeness," Ding Yan said, "the shallower is the relationship between friends. Feelings are so important, just like you and your scabbard, there are many similar knives and scabbards in the world, but only the knife knows who is its scabbard."

"The connection between you and the scabbard is the same as the relationship between friends. The relationship between me and the villagers, although not friends, can be regarded as the same family. We are all human beings, so we will not suffer from human beings. Pain and suffering are empathetic, how do you understand it? That is, when someone is hurt, I will put that pain on me to understand his pain, so that the sympathy I have is a kind of emotion, so, because we are all People, if the villagers are sick, when I see it, I will feel that I am sick too, and I will feel uncomfortable, because I will feel the same way.”

He tried his best to use his own words to explain what emotion is, which may not be accurate, but it can make Guan Gan gradually understand.

"I understand." Guan Gan nodded, he thought for a while, and said, "The reason why that woman is so angry today is because her child was injured and sick, just like when you were injured before, I would Very... anxious."

He looked up at Ding Yan, wondering if the word he used was correct.

The young man nodded encouragingly and said with a smile, "You are using the right word."

They made a series of analogies to let Guan Gan understand why Ding Yan felt sad when the villagers were sick.

Although he still doesn't understand why Ding Yan still thinks he is human.

He understood part of it, but he still believed that human beings are not "tools" that cannot be used to cast spells, but he knew that if he said that, the people in front of him would be unhappy, so he wisely shut up.