Private school two or three things

From time to time smoke rose from the ashes.

A total of fifteen kids from the Songyang Private School stood in front of the ashes, weeping silently.

It should be daylight.

People in the village slowly came out of their houses, in twos and threes, sparsely, slowly and silently, crying at every step.

gradually come together.

Everything is like a mime, full of unreality.It seems that as long as you rub your eyes and wipe your tears, when you look up again, the Songyang private school full of cherry blossoms will still be there, and the people in the private school will still be there.

But the residual heat was still there, dead ashes were flying, and carbonized pieces of wood were scattered all over the place. It was impossible to tell which one was the beam on his head and which one was the wooden bowl in his hand.

All the gods be silent.

Smoke and embers curl up, the cherry blossoms are all dead, and the eyes are desolate.

This is a nightmare... Teacher, come back and tell me this is a nightmare!

Hedgehog turned his head and ran to the river, choking on his nose and tears.

Xiao Zhongfen knelt down straight with a bandage all over his body.

The wig stood there in a daze, like a wandering spirit.

Zimao lowered his head, his body trembled, and he faintly let out painful sobs.

Curly sat on the ground, regardless of the fine wounds and dust on his body, he held his sword tightly and pressed his face against it.

The other children hug each other, like warming each other in severe winter.

Then, the purple hair moved, and he lowered his head and shook it step by step, as if he would fall down at any moment.So he really fell to the ground, and Curly stood beside him, holding the hilt of his sword expressionlessly.

The person lying on the ground coughed twice, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Chi... Yinshi, what are you doing?"

"The teacher told me to take good care of you." He lowered his eyes to look at Zimao, his dead fish eyes remained the same as before.

"Are you afraid?"

"Otherwise, Yinsang, I don't want to talk to you who pretends to be so arrogant and charming."

"Are you timid? Because there is no way to protect the teacher... have you given up?"

"Have you reached the age of the second year of middle school? The rebellious period came a little early."

The purple hair rose from the ground unexpectedly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the dead fish's eyes, his emerald-like pupils were now flushed red, bloodshot, and the emerald seemed to be shattered.

"Didn't you hold the sword all day long! Didn't you boast that you are very good at swordsmanship! Aren't you a ghoul wandering on the battlefield! Why didn't you save the teacher! Why didn't you protect the teacher! What the hell did you do while sleeping!?"

"Jin Zhu!" The wig shouted loudly.

Curly waved his hand to stop the wig, and stared at the person in front of him with a pair of red eyes: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Do what you dare not do!"

"With a body like this?" Curly grabbed the hand holding his collar with his left hand, and hit the sword hilt with his right hand again.

Zimao was in pain, and his knees were knocked in the dust.

"Stop joking, what can you do with such a body? It's just to die!" Curly's voice suddenly became harsher, and everyone around him trembled at the same time.

"So you're just watching like this? Sure enough, it's your style." Zimao raised his eyes and glared at Curly Hair viciously, then stood up and bumped back, "That's right, I came back alone but nothing happened... Oh, actually You didn't stop it at all, you just hid and watched! What were you doing when Teacher Songyang was taken away? Tell me!"

The curly hair fell away in one breath, and the blood-red eyes shrank into needlepoints: "I didn't! I didn't hide and watch! Bastard, take your words back! I have a teacher to protect!"

"What about the teacher!" Zi Mao sneered, "You failed! Your sword was given by the teacher, but you have no ability to swing it at all!"

"I have! I ran back to the private school all the time just to save the teacher!" Curly, with a startled face, almost cursed, "But what about you? Don't you claim to be a top student! Aren't you a master! Teacher’s thoughtful little padded jacket! Tsk, but where were you when the private school was burned? Where were you when the teacher was arrested? You were licking cotton candy leisurely at the festival, you bastard!”

"I was leisurely at the festival? I was leisurely at the festival?!" Zimao's sneer no longer existed, his teeth were clenched, and he clenched his fists to greet Curly.

Curly Hair also had blue veins popping up, pursed his lips and threw the sword, raised his fist and swung it at Zi Mao's face.

"Crack." "Crack."

The two crisp sounds were especially clear in the dead silence.

The hot hands with the wig blowing, a condescending look.

"That's enough. Jinsuke, Yinshi."

Two pairs of gloomy eyes stared at him intently, the wig seemed to have disappeared, completely unaffected: "Both of you, the class is for nothing. Have you forgotten the teacher's lesson?"

Curly and Zimao froze for a moment, and turned their heads away at the same time.

[Companions, we must depend on each other for life and death. 】

When the teacher said this, he smiled as warmly as jade.

Zimao's vision blurred, he never imagined that such a day would come.The teacher is unparalleled in swordsmanship and has an indifferent personality. How could he provoke enemies?

Once he was rescued from the clan's cage by Jian Guang Ghan Ying, and his new life belonged to the teacher.How can he be willing to accept the reality that his teacher was arrested and left him now?

"Jinzhu always thinks a lot and in the long run, and sometimes he can be like other comrades, let go of the so-called dogmatic responsibilities and willfulness for a while, and it doesn't matter."

"It's because of this that Yinshi Kotaro and the others will become more and more rampant." The purple-headed kid sat next to Songyang, looking at his rowdy fellow not far away with a look of disgust.

Songyang curled up his mouth helplessly and rubbed the kid's head.

Zimao remembered the long conversation, and his ups and downs slowly calmed down and became firm.

——Then... please let me be willful once, just once.

This time, let me save the teacher.

Curly curled his head, thinking of the evening when he first met Mr. Songyang.That was probably the luckiest time in his life. The previous homelessness was probably in exchange for the chance to meet the teacher.

He remembered that the teacher had a warm smile at that time, and had an incredible tolerance for the little ghost who had only met once.At that time, I just tentatively said that I couldn't walk anymore, and the teacher really squatted down to carry him.

He remembered the teacher's back, it was the warmth he couldn't imagine, the peace and tranquility he had never had before, the first time he felt that he could relax, the first time he felt safe.

And now, that warmth is going to dissipate.

Curly Hair grabbed the sword and looked back at the wreckage of the private school.

In a corner there was still hidden the bathrobe that had been reduced to ashes before he had worn it once.

He scratched his head, and put his hand on the position of his heart as if swearing, the position was slightly protruding, and a corner of the book that was so dirty that the color could not be seen was exposed.

I, Yinsang, swore to die of old age in a private school. Since the private school was burned down, I had to rescue the teacher and let him build one for me.Hey God, Yinsang, my request is not too much at all, please fulfill it for me.

Wig watched the two classmates finally calm down, exhaled slowly, and was about to speak when suddenly someone spoke.

The man was holding a thick package with red eyes, and walked forward with vain steps. It was Uncle Liangtian who Mr. Songyang said to help yesterday.

"Little devils... all come here." Uncle Liangtian wiped his eyes fiercely, then knelt down to open the package.

Fourteen green-covered textbooks have a melancholy ink fragrance, just like the smell of An Ran on Teacher Songyang.

"This is what Songyang... left you..."

In front of the ruins, the cries of children gradually sounded.

A few children threw themselves into the arms of their parents, clutching their clothes and wailing in muffled voices.

The other children were all picked up by Songyang, the private school was destroyed, the teacher disappeared, and they lost their way for a long time. Now that they see familiar things, they can't help being at a loss and mourning.

The teacher clearly knew that this day would come, but what he was thinking about was not his own future, but theirs.

Uncle Liang Tian walked up to the wig and took out a heavy money bag from his arms.

"Songyang said, leave it to you."

The wig was silent, took the purse and put it away, then raised his head and asked, "Does uncle know why the teacher did this?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked over.

Uncle Liangtian shuddered, hesitated for a while, and finally closed his eyes and shouted: "When Songyang left my house, uncle, I saw a man wearing a bamboo hat following him...I, I couldn't..." I can't go on.

A cold light flashed in the wig's eyes, and he cut off the conversation: "What does it look like?"

"Green...green skin..."

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

God!

Curly frowned: "The few I saw were people from Earth."

"He's the running dog of Heaven and Man." Zimao grinned sneerly.

With the wig on his jaw, he stood up straight and walked among the crowd: "Masters of the private school, we are both Edo citizens, because the teacher's protection never cares about the wind and rain outside, but one day the wind and waves finally lifted our shelter. .The private school was destroyed, the teacher was arrested, and I, Gui Xiaotaro, could not be reconciled to this arrangement of fate. Therefore, I have to draw my sword."

The wig spoke solemnly, his voice echoing low.

"For the sake of the country, but also for the teachers and companions!"

Curly hair and purple hair silently stood on the left and right sides of the wig.

"Together, stand over!" Wig shouted.

After a while of silence, the crowd began to move.

It was Xiao Zhongfen who moved first, stood up and walked over with his legs supported, with a resolute expression on his slightly sweaty face: "I, want to follow Xiaotaro-kun. This is my lifelong ambition." He turned his head, apologetically and Reluctantly: "Dad..."

"Ah... I know, son." Dad hugged Xiao Zhongfen, "Dad understands."

Hedgehog headed to the crumpled bathrobe and stood over without saying a word.

The doll head looked left and right, silently said a few words "There is death and no life, there is death and no life", and then patted the dirt and stood over.

Sniffing with a tight head, he stood over holding the book sobbing.

One after another, with reluctance and anxiety, all 13 people from the private school stood over.

The remaining two girls leaned on each other and supported each other, the green textbook in their hands was safe.The gleam in their eyes turned out to be unwavering.

"We will wait for you to come back at the private school."

The girls said so.

It was already daylight.

There is still hope.You can reach out and grab it back.It's not over yet.

Under the ashes of the private school, new life will soon sprout.never ending.

Curly hugged the sword in his hand tightly.

No longer the ghoul who only knows how to swing a sword for himself, next, he fights for protection.

Because this time, he will firmly hold on to what he cherishes and protect it firmly.

Don't let go.

A group of people hugged the books and took a step with pain.

The village is separated by a mountain, and on the other side of the mountain is the battlefield, that is, Edo.

Welcome to the era of White Yaksha.