Heartbreaker

His acquaintance with Wash Polu was once an unbelievable topic of conversation in the monastery.

No one believed that a good student with good morals and academics would get mixed up with a lonely mogul wild breed.In the former Wanjiang Empire, Mogol blood was classified as inferior, and Mogol people were destined to be rejected and looked down upon by foreigners from birth.

Douglas has been used to the unfair treatment of the Mogol people around him since he was a child, not to mention that he has no roots, so entering a monastery is a great blessing.He has a shrewd mind and can always maintain a balance between angering the priest and adhering to the rules, ensuring that his own interests are not violated to the greatest extent.

The other young trial monks in the monastery were either from prominent families or noble families. Even if they were born as orphans like him, they did not have inferior blood and had more opportunities than him.After rationally analyzing the current situation, Douglas looked at it indifferently, and only completed his daily classes step by step and did some research he loved.Many people laughed at him, but few talked to him.Gradually, Douglas also got used to eating alone, attending class alone, thinking alone, and swallowing all the words silently.

He never expected that he could have "friendship".

"Douglas, I actually noticed you a long time ago!"

The black-haired Wash Polu approached him with a smile, and walked beside him, ignoring the strange stares of the others.He said, "You always take the first place in grammar and logic. I have read your papers, and your thinking is clear and accurate. It's amazing!"

Douglas thought indifferently, it was a miracle that this man noticed himself not because of his blood of the bastard and the sarcasm of others.

"You have gifts that I don't, Douglas."

Douglas said, "There is no need to say that, Polu, you are a recognized genius in the monastery. If you can maintain this level, when you are an adult and have enough qualifications, you will be a sure successor to the bishop of the church."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Vash's face.It was exhausting, empty, and uninteresting, Douglas realized.

"To tell you the truth, Douglas..." Vash murmured, "I feel...what I have studied and what I have written is mediocre. As I grow up, I can always feel some Intangible, depressing things, as if the letters were held together not by beauty and love, but by rules and limitations."

Douglas frowned and said, "Aren't the rules and limitations very good? It can make you understand a system the fastest and best. If you don't worry about its boundary size, but discuss its internal logic chain, it is also a It's a very meaningful thing."

"I know, I know!" The little black-haired monk beside him suddenly became excited, looking up at the emerald green plane trees and the faint clouds, "but——this is not what I want, Douglas! Those so-called praises The chapters of 'God' and praising 'life' are empty and boring in my opinion! It may be beautiful in itself, but it is too perfect to tolerate any flaws. Most people always like to avoid things that touch their hearts. Their courage Smallness and weakness are preventing the truth from being revealed."

Startled, Douglas subconsciously told him that his friend seemed to have touched the edge of some taboo.As it happens, that taboo may coincide with what I am chasing.

"So, you know? When I realized that I was writing about a mediocre and uninteresting experience, and my teachers praised me because of it, and my classmates envied me, I knew that it was not what I wanted from the bottom of my heart. s things."

Wash raised his head and said to the silent Mogul companion, "Sorry, Douglas, maybe you think I'm a hypocritical guy, but that's what I really think. Because I believe you can understand me and won't You hurt me, so I told you everything..."

"No need to apologize," Douglas said. "I understand how you feel, very much. It's like...you heard me study dead people."

After this heart-to-heart conversation, the relationship between the two took a step forward, which surprised the priests and small trial monks in the monastery.Wash was immersed in the friendship between the two, and he didn't feel anything unusual, but Douglas was very keen to find that other people would only alienate him in the past, but now, even Wash has become the object of their criticism.

"You see, Wash is mixed up with that Mogol bastard."

"It seems to be true. And some people say that the standard of Vash's writing is declining now. It's perfunctory at first glance, and he doesn't study books as hard as before. Hey, I think his reputation is coming to an end..."

"Vash."

One cool morning, Douglas sat with his friend by the garden path and read.The Mogeer boy was silent for a while before he said, "Do you want to think about it and stop walking with me?"

Washing away a collection of Latin poems from his eyes, he said in a daze, "What's the matter, Douglas? Why are you saying this all of a sudden? Is it because of the argument the other day? God, you said you didn't mind." !"

"No, Vash, it's nothing to do with our everyday arguments," Douglas said. "You know what other people say about us now?"

His friend really didn't know, "What did you say?"

So Douglas told his friends the rumors he had heard, and even deliberately vilified those words that were already full of sarcasm.His friend was stunned when he heard this, and it took him a long time to regain his composure, staring at the hazy shadow deep in the woods without saying a word.

Douglas whispered, "Wash..."

"I guessed it a long time ago." The black-haired boy grinned, "Those people, the reason why they surround me and say those disgusting flattery words is that they don't like me at all, and appreciate my thoughts and understanding... …A bunch of stalkers, haha! Now that I know the truth, I'm relieved."

Hearing his friend's pretended relaxed laughter, Douglas felt a dull pain in his chest, which was a reaction he had never seen before, who had ignored everything.

"What about you, Douglas?" Wash Polu was facing him and forced a smile, "Those rumors have also attacked you, right? I know you have always kept a low profile and don't want to expose yourself too much to others... Now with I'm with you, you have to endure more swearing..."

"No," said Douglas quietly. "That's their fault. It's none of your business."

He saw a gratified smile on Vash's face, the black-haired boy nodded heavily, and said, "Our friendship will not be disturbed by them."

How could I mind.Douglas thought silently, I was the one who implicated you, Wash.You were originally a new star who attracted attention, but I was a bastard who was trampled into the quagmire... between you and me, I was the one who dragged you down the quagmire.

At that moment, Douglas had the first thought of opening up to someone.As for the "boring" thought that his friends always feel, he weighed it over and over again, and he still intends to tell the truth about the secret buried deep in his heart.

"Wash, I'll take you to a place...you must not tell others."

That night, the two children got out of the dormitory late at night, and slipped into the library holding a dimly lit candle.Douglas skillfully pulled out a key, and opened the outermost door first under the stunned gaze of his friend.After the two slipped in, he led Vash to the bottom of a row of small ladders leading to the attic.

Vash said in surprise, "This is..."

Douglas whispered, "It's the 'Forbidden | Bookstore'." He has always treasured the treasure house in his heart, and he hasn't mentioned it to anyone before.

But now, he just wants to share it with his one and only friend.

"Douglas—"

"Shhh. I've made all the preparations, but just in case... Keep your voice down, Vash."

The two children tiptoed up the ladder and opened the vault door.As soon as he walked in, the dust hit his face, choking so that Vash sneezed several times.Douglas locked the door carefully, and put the candle on the low cabinet.His friend stood in the middle of the library in amazement, looking at the rows of dusty bookshelves in admiration.

"I usually come here and steal a few books to read."

As Douglas said, he took two books from the bookshelf, and took out the fake book that was exactly the same from his arms, rummaged through the dust, and stuffed it back on the shelf.

Vash was so nervous that he almost held his breath, his trembling pupils gradually revealed light.He stretched out his hand to touch the gray spine of the book, recognized the faded writing, his eyes lit up, he took down three books one after another, and held them in his arms to read them like a fragile item.

"Don't take too much at once, Wash." Douglas whispered to him. "Two copies at most, and remember to forge the cover, you know? If those priests find out, they will suffer."

Wash nodded vigorously, and Douglas was relieved, knowing that his friend would never go wrong in critical moments.He took Vash out of the forbidden | library that night, and ran outside the monastery the next day, and asked a locksmith to distribute two keys, one for opening the library door and the other for opening the forbidden | library.

"Thank you, Douglas!"

When his friend took the two keys with joy and treasure, he felt very comforted, and Douglas, who had a little idea of ​​making up for the other party, did not expect that his move would cause harm to him and his friend in the future. irreparable consequences...

****

"What bullshit rules are promulgated here!"

A group of doctors gathered the newly issued warrants in their hands, noisy and menacingly gathered in front of the gate of Vashi Polu's villa.The black-robed monk opened the door amid the commotion, faced the angry and resentful eyes of the crowd, secretly clenched his fists to encourage himself, and said, "Calm down, what happened?"

A red-faced doctor rattled and shook the paper in his hand, "Brother Bolu, can you explain to us what this is?!"

"It says, this is the new rule for the 'squirrel cage,'" Vash said.

Another elderly doctor said loudly, "I think you are making up things! You are destroying our experimental plan!"

"Be clear, Your Excellency." Vash said calmly, "I didn't order you to stop the experiment, but I just said that maybe you can divide the experiment into several parts. For example, to test the efficacy of a medicine, combine the preliminary work and the mid-term study. Transfer it to flowers, plants or animals, verify the results in the later stage, and then use it on the human body..."

"You don't know what medical research is, Brother Polu!" A doctor said angrily, "You know how much damage you can cause us with a light sentence! Medicine is not like the treatises you write. It is not something that can be corrected with a pen! There are differences between different test subjects, if you change them casually, it is likely to go smoothly in the early and mid-term, but it will be completely rejected in the later stage!"

"Yeah, by that time, all our hard work will be in vain!"

All the doctors vented their dissatisfaction violently, and Vash was wrapped and attacked by those dark and dirty emotions, only feeling a splitting headache.

But he had to go on, to the end, to uphold justice for those poor test subjects in the "rat cage".

"Then please tell me." The black-robed monk said calmly, "What is the purpose of your experiment?"

A doctor said righteously, "Why? For the well-being of more people! The sensational effect of our research is by no means what you can imagine. In just a few years from conducting research and building a 'rat cage', we have overcome Dozens of intractable diseases can be described as a miracle and a major impetus to human development!"

"Really, this sounds really great." Wash said, "You tortured some people to save others, and you have no regrets, and you are not ashamed here. As far as I know, you tortured to death Most of them are the old citizens of the Wanjiang Empire, and the ones who saved were the nobles of Mogol—yes, you have created many miracles, but most of you can’t enjoy the favor, so what is it?”

"How do you define 'human'?"

"Don't talk to us there, monk." A doctor narrowed his eyes and said, "Shut up if you don't understand! What monks want to study and worship is God, not 'human' itself. Only God is qualified to say that human How, how, do you think you can speak for others?"

"I'm really sorry, as a superficial monk, I can only use my two mouths, and I will never shut up. Only God is qualified to shut me up, you don't have that right!"

Vash stared at the ferocious faces in front of him, and the anger that gradually ignited in his chest made him stand firm, and said loudly, "In my opinion, your 'great act' is full of self-interest, cruelty and barbarism. It can be called a model of moral regression! You stare at the poor and the rich, and use golden coins to measure the value of life. Your hands are covered with blood. What is the difference between you and those test subjects? Your heart is beating and your brain is working. People, why do you deprive them of their freedom and control their life and death?

"The Lord said, animals are slaughtered by man, and you are slaughtering man—either you treat others as livestock, or you regard yourself as the creator! You are the craziest heresy, and the phenomenon of 'human experimentation' has appeared in the church Internally, I'm ashamed of you!"

"Aha, I just can't hear fools farting."

A burly doctor came out of the crowd, and he was clenching his fists. It was the strongest and most tyrannical doctor Zhan Lifu.His tall body cast a shadow on the head of the black-robed monk, pulling the corner of Sen Leng's mouth.

"Brother Bolu." His joints were creaking, "Just now your words insulted all of our hard-working doctors, and even suspected of slandering the bishop. Let me ask you again, what exactly do you mean?"

"I thought your clever mind could understand me." The black-robed monk sneered, "I say, you are a disgrace to God!"

With a bang, Dr. Zhan Lifu's huge fist hit the black-robed monk's face!Vash was dizzy, nosebleeds splashed all over the place, and he fell to the ground.

Ha ha ha ha - look at his stupidity, he is doing nothing but making noise!

The laughter and harsh sarcasm of other doctors came from the ears, and with a few swishes, the new rules were torn into pieces and sprinkled on the black-robed monks.

Zhan Lifu spat, "Bah, I have endured you for a long time, stupid monk. If it wasn't for the bishop's order, I would have deposed you—"

"Who are you going to abolish, Zhan Lifu?"

A whisper sounded behind the crowd, the tone was obviously calm, but it suddenly silenced the noisy doctors!

In the dead silence, the doctors turned their heads stiffly, and happened to see their bishop, Douglas Hayden, standing behind the crowd in a black satin cloak.

"What's going on here?" Douglas asked coldly, "Why are you all gathered in front of Brother Bolu's door instead of going to the rat cage to take care of the experimental subjects?"

The black-robed monk still collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself with dizzy eyes.Zhan Lifu glanced at him, then glanced at the other people who were silent, and finally focused his eyes on the face of the shady bishop, as if he had made a lot of determination, he said loudly, "To tell you the truth, bishop! It's not just me , everyone has a deep grudge against this monk! He seriously hindered the progress of research, and you ignored our complaint, we just—"

There was a loud "bang", and everyone's eyes were blurred. The young bishop had already slammed his fist into Zhan Lifu's face!There were screams and gasps from the doctors, and the buffalo-like Zhan Lifu only received one punch from Douglas, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang, like a muffled thunder that exploded on the ground, splashing a circle of dust.

"Zhan Lifu, you have to know..."

The Bishop withdrew his fist, walked forward slowly, looked directly into the doctor's crying face, and said, "If everything can be solved with fists, it will be too simple."

The author has something to say: Sorry, today's update is relatively late. .Originally, I wanted to update it on time, but the author saw some remarks about this "main attack" article, and it took some time to recover, and I also wanted to take this opportunity to say something about "Owl Heart" itself.

In fact, from the very beginning, I set relatively narrow and harsh reading conditions for this article, which is also a big hole I dug for myself.There is no other reason, No.1 said, foul language is everywhere, the opening is a murderous monster's actions and inner monologue, and the supporting roles are either ugly and brutal, or stupid and crazy.As the story progresses, various uncomfortable plots and plots emerge one after another, and the author himself also pursues the atmosphere, and spares no effort to describe the scene if the atmosphere is not enough. Vent and complain in the comment area.

Not only as an author, but as an ordinary person, the first thing I do when encountering a problem is to reflect on myself, wondering whether it is my lack of writing ability and poor conception that arouse the disgust of readers.In fact, most of the reasons may be the same, so I said a lot of serious nonsense, trying to modify the bug to make it look more perfect.But seeing all the bad reviews and insults to the characters, it would be a lie to say it wasn't sad.When I was in the most difficult time, I almost wanted to lock the article and abandon the pit. Fortunately, the support and encouragement of other readers made me survive and continue to write this criticized article.When I saw those disputes today, to be honest, I think it reflects each person's personality and level.Those demining are also clichés. I have seen enough. The only people who are touched are some readers who complained about this article.I am very grateful to you, but feel sorry for you.When you see an article you like and recommend it to others, you will only be stamped with various stamps because of the style and content of the article itself, causing others to roll their eyes.As an author, I've never felt more sorry for you than I do now.

As I write this, I'd love it to be seen by more people, but I don't want it to be seen by more people.Because I believe in fate and the power of waiting silently, and this article can only exist in this silent way.Occasionally I feel sorry, but most of the time, I am relieved and relieved.After all, I believe there will always be people who can meet it.

No matter what past and ending I have arranged for the characters in my pen, I can say that I love them no less than any other author.But love is love, and true love should not be blind. I will not be perfunctory about the consequences of their actions.Basically no one in this article is pure white, and Luo is relatively pure, just because he always has a heart of repentance.This is why I would choose him as the second perspective.His perspective, at first my idea was very simple, which was to "look at the problem from the other side", and his character design was mostly adjusted according to Lemon. If Lemon was a little less crazy, maybe Luo would be more pleasing People like a little.Many people who keep shouting "Holy Mother" don't know what the real "Holy Mother" is.And what's more interesting is that this point has also become a "demon mirror" to some extent in different texts.

The ending and meaning of "Luo" will be the core theme throughout the whole text. People who don't understand Luo actually don't understand Lemon, and only he will go to the end with Lemon.If the readers who read the article believe in the ability of the author to arrange the final end for each character, you may wish to continue reading. If you feel aggrieved at the end, I will lie down and laugh at it, and I have nothing to say.

As for the "thunder spot" mentioned by many people, I won't mark it on the copy, because I don't think it's a stain on my protagonist, and I don't think it's stinky for them to have such a past.As an author, sorry, I have to respect my character first, and my readers second.I am very grateful to some readers for explaining and rehabilitating this article. Thank you very much, but I also feel that this should not be the reason for you to be insulted. As the author, I am very guilty.If this is your recognition of this article, I am very touched. Please do not affect my mood and life. I am already very happy to be loved by you.

Thank you, "Owl Heart Man" will never give up.