Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

Feng Ya took him there, and the small school at the end of the road gradually appeared.

When they arrived, under the shade of the phoenix tree, a group of children were jumping up and down in front of the school, and the joy in their eyes was touching.

It's a pity, Jiang Chen slightly clenched his fingertips, it's a pity that he is destined not to be so relaxed.

Seeing that he seemed to have something on his mind, Feng Ya asked, "Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Chen recovered and looked at her.

Feng Ya frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't speak, but took two steps.

When the children in front of the school saw Fengya, they ran over happily, "Sister Xiaoya!"

The mischievous-looking young man in the chief role saw Jiang Chen beside her, "This brother is..."

Feng Ya pinched his face, eyebrows curved, "Little Tiger." She gave up Jiang Chen's position, "This is the new Mr., here to teach you."

All the children looked at him curiously, then lined up together, and bowed respectfully, "Hello, sir!"

Looking at them, Jiang Chen vaguely remembered when Biyou Palace was first established.

However, they are all passers-by after all.

After ten or a hundred years, in the end, Jiang Chen would no longer exist in their memories.

His eyes gradually became gloomy, how ridiculous, it wasn't Jiang Chen who did it, but Jiang Chen did it, and in the end, Jiang Chen was a nothingness in someone else's body, an existence that no one would ever know.

Children are always very sensitive to breath, Xiaohu flinched, Jiang Chen smiled slightly, those children immediately forgot the inexplicable coldness before.

Seeing him smiling, Feng Ya breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this was the right move.This person looked cold, probably because he was severely injured. A few days of relaxation with these children would be good for the injury.

Jiang Chen stayed in the school.

Fengya brought a food box to visit him on weekdays, everything was so peaceful.

He has always been struggling on the verge of life and death, and he has never been so peaceful for many years.

But often for him, peace is always temporary.

The children also like this new gentleman very much, because he always has a good temper. Although he doesn't smile often, he doesn't get angry, and he doesn't hit them because of mistakes.

He can only give advice at most.

Mr. seems to be omnipotent. No matter what questions they have, he can answer them and answer them seriously.Unlike the old master who always scolded them for asking some stupid questions.

But I heard from Sister Xiaoya that the husband will only stay for fifteen days, and Xiaohu counts with his fingers, and it has already been thirteen days.

In other words, Mr. will leave tomorrow tomorrow...

Xiaohu puffed his face, pretending to be a child but sighed deeply, "I don't want Mr. to go..."

He blinked, thinking quickly.Then he patted the table and ran out to find other companions.

……

Jiang Chen was sitting in front of the table, the brush on the pen stand was dripping water, and there were densely various eyes drawn on a piece of white paper on the table, which was creepy.

Jiang Chen was sitting cross-legged, looking down.

His calm state of mind during the day kept sinking in this cold silence.

Unexpectedly, I thought of my own identity.Jiang Chen, Xuan Xiao, Di Xin, Dryad...

I always thought that after a long time, it would be long enough for him to forget a lot of pain, but often when he thought about it, everything was so clear.Never forget.

Jiang Chen, Xuan Xiao, Di Xin, Dryad, but who is he?

He was already not sure if he was really Jiang Chen!

... Or, it has always been just a lonely ghost with endless memory and reincarnation!

With such a status, how can you talk about being kind?How can we talk about a lifetime!

He didn't want to think about this life in the eternal reincarnation after one life...

So it's best not to have a lifetime.

A cold wind blows.

Jiang Chen coughed for a while, and hurriedly took a handkerchief, and looked down, the red on the white handkerchief was so conspicuous.

He closed his eyes.

The girl named Feng Ya had the courage to say that she would wait for him.

Jiang Chen could only sneer.

How can a person like him be responsible to others if he can't even control his own destiny?

This kind of fate can only be the disaster of the people around them. After they die one by one, they struggle to survive alone in the so-called cracks of the so-called heaven and so-called justice...how can we talk about the so-called life...

The lights were dim.

boom!

"Who!" Jiang Chen frowned, slapped his hand on the table, a writing brush flew up, was pushed by him casually, and shot out viciously.

The wooden barrel in the corner fell down, and the faces of Xiaohu and the children were full of fear.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, and quickly raised his fingertips, and another stroke flew out.

The former pen was split in half, and the latter also lost momentum and fell to the ground with a clatter.

It was only half a point away from Xiaohu's forehead.

The child's pupils were dilated, and he was obviously too scared to recover.But when he came back to his senses, he said in surprise, "Sir! So you are a master of martial arts!" He smiled and led Xiaohua and the others to run in front of Jiang Chen with big bags and small bags, just like what the storyteller in the restaurant said , Putong knelt down, "I beg you to accept Xiaohu as a disciple..."

Jiang Chen: ..... just keep it and be a goblin?

He turned his head, looked at the rice paper crumpled by the wind on the table, and said lightly, "What are you doing here so late?"

Xiaohu suddenly forgot what he asked for, and said sadly, "Mr. is leaving..."

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, "Yeah."

Xiaohu took the egg, sausage and garlic from Xiaohua and the others, and handed it to him on the table, "Mister taught us a lot of things, and I gave them to him. If you get hungry on the way, you can eat them. Xiaohu, Xiaohua and the others Everyone remembers you, you will miss you. So...after you come back, you must remember to come and see us..."

He spoke childishly and incoherently.

Jiang Chen finally raised his head, looked at these teary-eyed and reluctant children, and looked at the special products on the desk, and asked suddenly, "I'm afraid you stole them from home, right?"

Ga?

Xiaohu was taken aback, several people looked at each other in blank dismay, Xiaohu blushed, "How did sir know?"

Jiang Chen just smiled, as a temporary teacher who has only been teaching for fifteen days, he is not worthy of the painstaking efforts of these parents...

You must know that in today's world, people don't have to worry about food and clothing. Ordinary people save food when they can, and it's not a holiday. How can these frugal people be so generous with meat and eggs...

Seeing Xiaohu was stunned, he reached out and stroked his hair, "Take it back. Mister doesn't need these."

Xiaohu shook his head, "Sir, it must be very hard for me to go alone, how can I not prepare food and clothing."

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, seeing the firmness on this immature face, he was speechless for a while, and murmured, "...why bother..."

Xiaohu didn't hear clearly, "Huh? Sir?"

"Go back." He told them to memorize these things without moving them, and then sent them away.

He stood alone in front of the school door, watching their backs gradually go away.

The night wind howled, black clouds shrouded the moon, and the town suddenly felt a sense of chill.

Soon, a strong wind blew over, and a large number of leaves fell from the sycamore tree at the door.

Bean-sized raindrops fell down.