refuse to be a teacher

Xue Lan felt that she seemed to have had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he couldn't distinguish you from me, couldn't tell right from wrong, and everything in front of his eyes seemed to be piercing his heart and lungs that had long been paralyzed by pain, inch by inch, with a knife.

He opened his eyes trembling violently, and what was deeply reflected in his eyes was no longer Yan Jue's cold and thin arms, but the low gray wall above his head.

A string of cold and heavy iron chains and shackles wrapped tightly around his body, Xue Lan could even clearly feel that he was sitting in that dark and damp corner, day after day, year after year Years of suffering from captivity.

The memory in the back of his mind is not complete.Or to put it another way, even if it is very complete, as a living sword clansman who is busy running around day and night to save his life, when he seldom stays awake, he spends most of his time in the cage of selling and transporting.

For all the ambitious conquerors inside and outside of Middle-earth, the so-called living sword clansmen are just tools, weapons, and the majestic power they hold in their hands to launch wars.

That's why the feeling is doubly real.Because Xue Lan clearly knew that many years ago, he must have been arrested arbitrarily as a "living sword" and even hid it privately. He was not surprised, and could even take it calmly.

Until later, when he closed his eyes, the large low wall with moss and stones in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the yellowed and cold old memories turned outwards in a trance, and suddenly he heard wheels rolling by his ears, like the roar of thunder bumping sound.

Xue Lan tilted his head slightly, and saw that in the blurred picture, his hands were bound, his body was covered with bruises, his waist was bent, and he was stuck in a dilapidated carriage rushing forward, unable to move, and also unable to stand up to resist.

Light and shadow lingered outside the car window, swaying and falling into every dry and chapped corner of the car, but without exception, illuminating the extremely familiar handsome features of the person opposite him.

It was the weird man who looked similar to Xue Lanyin.It's a pity that Xue Lan couldn't pronounce his name, so she could only stare at him, seeing that he was also covered in ropes and was forced to besieged in a dark corner at the end of the carriage, his eyes were cold, as if he was soaked. A river that dries up in winter.

This is... where?

Xue Lan couldn't make a sound because she opened her mouth.But after a while, I heard the man on the opposite side coughing twice, softly and slowly calling him, "Erjin...Erjin..."

It was indeed not Wen Pianhong's piercing and hoarse voice, but deep down in Xue Lanyin's heart, there was no impression about him.

Xue Lan frowned slightly, trying to recall something, but saw that the man bent his knees reluctantly, crawled forward with difficulty, and pushed against himself who was lying motionless in the depths of the carriage.

That's what they call Xue Erjin.

Xue Erjin, who was wiped out 16 years ago.

Borrowing the ray of light cast from the window, Xue Lan tried her best to squint her eyes, and finally under the dark and old short curtain of coarse cloth, she could clearly see the self who still remembered back then.

The living sword people grow slowly, so their appearance will not change significantly in the past few decades.But when Xue Erjin raised his head, his expression was sleepy, his eyes were slack, but there was a layer of ferocious and cruel aura tightly attached between his brows.

——Compared with Xue Lanyin, who is full of smiles, modest and polite, she is simply a different person.

Xue Erjin turned her waist and glanced at the man in front of her.After a while, he closed his eyes lazily and contemptuously, and asked impatiently, "...what are you doing?"

The man said: "I have something to discuss with you."

"What's there to discuss?" Xue Erjin turned over and answered him indifferently, "It's not because you are as timid as a mouse that you and I have come to this day. Did you just fall into someone else's trap?"

"I……"

"It's all like this, what else do I have?"

Suddenly jumped up and sat up in the carriage, with Xue Erjin's hands down, restlessly caressing the thick hemp rope tied into a knot between his wrists, gritted his teeth, and said to the man word by word: "Every time you are caught Catch those bastards with bad intentions, you don't rush to run away, you like to hesitate halfway - one day you will miss a good opportunity, and it will cost you your life?"

After a pause, he went on to say: "This time is different. The black-hearted thing driving the carriage outside is someone sent by the Northwest Zhufeng Sect. If it really falls into his hands, we will all die together!"

The man was silent for a while, and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Let go of the living blood that can be used, and wait to build a coffin for yourself?" Xue Erjin suddenly used brute force to pull his hands out of the tangled coarse hemp rope, lightly He flicked it lightly, then pointed to the front of the carriage, where the horse driver was separated by a curtain, and said in a low voice, "In the current situation, let's go up together, put some blood on his neck, and one person who can walk is one." , are you still afraid of him failing?"

"No!" Before the words finished, the man strongly objected, "You also know that if you kill one of those cultists in Zhufengmen, there will be countless more after him. There is only so much blood on us, Did you kill or commit suicide?"

Xue Erjin let out a long sigh, still resenting the failure of iron: "You...what the hell are you talking about!"

"No, you listen to me, Erjin, listen to me once, don't be impulsive, don't kill him!"

The man shook his head, stretched out his hand, gently lifted the thin old curtain outside the car window, then turned his head, and said to Xue Erjin in detail and patience: "Look, Erjin...the carriage is approaching the post station in the suburbs. On this road, we will stop and rest for a while. At that time, pay attention to finding the right opportunity, as soon as the rein is pulled to a stop, we will jump out of the car window together..."

"You're crazy!" Xue Erjin frowned instantly, "If you jump off the car, he won't be able to catch up? It's not like you and I can't kill him, why are you so cautious and timid?"

"Listen to me, please, Erjin, listen to me this time."

The man knelt beside him, his tall and slender figure bent down without any scruples, as if he was so weak and humble in front of anyone, his usual timidity and meagerness made him look unexpectedly small and incompetent.

He just looked at him.He looked at Xue Erjin, whose facial features were almost identical to his own, with a hint of begging.

Over and over again, repeated words of comfort: "Don't cause trouble, okay... Let's hide away and don't offend anyone, okay?"

"Please, Erjin."

"Please... please listen to my brother once, okay?"

what did he say……?

elder brother?

Xue Lan's eyes widened suddenly, and she stared in disbelief at the sometimes clear and sometimes blurred figure sitting and kneeling in front of her, her throat quivered, and she wanted to say something. The broken consciousness seemed to overlap with the current Xue Lanyin for a moment.

He felt that he was helplessly lowering his eyelashes, staring deeply at the man in front of him who called himself "Brother".

After a long time, he sighed again, waved his hands, and finally nodded in response: "That's all...it's up to you."

He still chose to compromise.

More than 20 years ago, Xue Erjin had a paranoid personality, a perverse appearance, and uneasiness and disturbance that could not be resolved between her brows and eyes.

But in essence, when he treats people well, and even trusts a person wholeheartedly, he has never been stingy at all.

Therefore, even if he didn't want to, he could still go against his decision, turn around and say to that person, that's all, it's up to you.

That's all, it's up to you.

The man's similar eyebrows and eyes are much softer under the contrast of low light.He bent his lips, with a slightly imperceptible smile, raised his head and said to Xue Erjin: "Let's get out of the car, run separately, make a detour to lure people away, and finally go back quietly on the same road, let him chase after you." Caught off guard... Can you understand me when I say that?"

Xue Erjin didn't speak, her face was gloomy and sullen, obviously she didn't quite agree with his actions.

But he was still laughing, then spread out his palms, rubbed his head as tenderly as possible, and said: "...be obedient, Erjin."

Xue Erjin's pupils narrowed slightly, and she muttered again: "Brother..."

The man's eyes were low and calm, staring at the worried face of the person in front of him.

After a while, in an almost calming tone, he paused word by word and made a sincere promise to him:

"I'm on this road, waiting for you to come back."

I'm on this road, waiting for your return.

--Await your return.

Throughout her life, Xue Erjin has been constantly escaping and chasing.

What he avoids is the murderers who follow behind him one after another, but what he chases is every figure that is fading away in front of him.

Faced with countless losses and pains, he will try his best to hold it tightly in his hands only if there is a sliver of warmth around him.

Such a poor man who is cowardly to the bone is his elder brother who has depended on him for many years.The most difficult and difficult days of the living sword people were all supported by each other and walked through together.After seeing the life and death of the companions around them, and escaping countless shocking pursuits, they walked far and far, and every step of their footprints was closely connected and never separated.

So Xue Erjin was running.

Desperately galloping around the bend on the narrow path.

Desperately, he wanted to chase after the lonely and desolate figure left behind by his brother.

——But on the originally agreed road, what is waiting for Xue Erjin?

There was no one in sight.

Only the two trajectories left behind by the carriage are very long, but there will never be any intersection.

Xue Erjin stood where she was, waiting for him for a whole morning and then a whole night without moving.

Day and night change, the sun and the moon rotate, and every star in the sky has quietly moved its position.

His older brother, the man, was never seen again.

When he took two steps back, in the thickets of bushes on both sides of the path, there were several black-blue soul lights faintly flickering.

He couldn't wait for the person he should have been waiting for.

But in the end, it was the other group of people who kept it in their hearts all the time. From the beginning to the end, they never let up.