[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.40 Four Wars Void Gem

After wandering around for half an hour, the two of them went to Xicha to pick up light and bought milk tea in the middle.Drink ice together on a cold winter night, and watch the scenery in zero-degree weather.In the humid coastal area, the evening wind is always salty and humid, coupled with the low temperature, the countless water mist in the air is like a small ice knife, and when it passes by ruthlessly, it hurts the face.

Unknowingly, it was nearly ten o'clock, and seeing that Qin Buyu didn't show any signs of returning home, An Ronghe put his hands over his mouth, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Don't you need to go home? For almost two hours, my nose and ears are fucking frozen."

A trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the man who was still running the train with his mouth full, and was immediately replaced by frivolity.He naturally put his arms around the necks of the people around him, and said, "Are you going to drive me away? If it was your little Yanche, would you be happy if he froze to death?"

An Rong frowned, and pushed those two hands away in the next second, his eyes were full of disgust: "Go away, stay away from me. It's getting late, I have to study tomorrow."

The man who had been cruelly rejected countless times in one night didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he even jokingly said, "Oh, that little teacher of yours is really capable. You're not a cram school here, it's obviously reinvented."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, he spread his hands, sighed, and said, "Well, you are always busy, and my brother will take you to Xiaosha after the college entrance examination." After finishing speaking, he walked to the side of the road with a smile, and stopped someone. A taxi in the oncoming lane.

While waiting for the car to turn around, he saw a Maybach parked not far away, and the next second, the person in the passenger seat opened the door and walked out.

This person was wearing a delicate dark blue suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and his jet-black hair was neatly kept in shape with hairspray.With a pair of shiny leather shoes on her slender legs, she has the ascetic temperament of an upper-class elite.

The man walked up to Qin Buyu in three or two steps, grabbed his left hand, waved to the taxi driver who had just arrived, and then pulled him towards the Maybach.

Qin Buyu was stunned for a second, and when he saw the face of the person coming, he turned his head and gestured goodbye to An Rongyu, then resigned himself to being dragged by that hand, and walked into the back seat of the Maybach.

After Qin Buyu sat down, the man in the suit also turned his head and nodded to An Rongyu. An Rongyu immediately reacted and said respectfully, "Brother No Regret."

The person who came was Qin Buyu's half-brother, Qin Buyu regretted it.An Rong and this big brother don't have much contact, but in the past when the small group was having fun together, no matter how well kept the secrets were, Qin Buhui would come to arrest him on time at ten o'clock in the evening, and arrest him without saying a word. The worried brother took it home.That's why Qin Buyu has another nickname in the Second Generation Ancestor's team—Brother Guan Yan.

Seeing that An Rong was outside alone, Qin Bugui frowned slightly, and said, "Get in the car too, and I'll take you home." With his slender arms holding the rear door, he made a gesture of inviting you in.

An Rongyu didn't want to get involved in the battle between the two brothers, so he quickly replied: "Don't bother, brother Buhui, you can take your second brother back, my home is in the front community."

Qin Buhui did not force him to stay anymore, and after nodding again, he stuffed the body that fit under the tailored suit into the back seat, and then closed the car door.

After a while, the Maybach walked away.

After seeing off the two uninvited guests, An Rongyu felt relaxed all over his body.Although he and Qin Buyu grew up together, after he became sensible, he felt that this person was extremely difficult to deal with, ranking second among the people he had met.The first place is of course Yan Che, holding it in his hand for fear of falling, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, wanting to guess his mind but not daring to guess, he can only hold back any grievances he suffers, suffering.

As for Qin Buyu, although he looks frivolous and casual on the surface, he is actually extremely delicate and sensitive inside.However, the ability to observe words and emotions is first-rate, and there are not only words in what he says, but also tricks, and he is also a first-class expert when it comes to hurting people.Chatting with him all the time has to worry about whether my little shit will be stripped off.He flirts with the world every day, seems to be merciful everywhere, but in fact he is not honest with anyone. It is too difficult and tiring to guess that he is thinking.

Fortunately, Qin Buyu didn't say too many messy things in front of Yan Che today, and he didn't shake out the little thoughts in An Ronghe's heart, otherwise the fight would be considered light.If it really messes up, it's not sure whether An Rongyu will beat him to death first, and then turn himself in to the police and eat a prison meal.

Walking on the way home, the boy who was so tormented until he was sweating thought about Qin Buyu coming out to their second-generation ancestor's small circle and family a few years ago.The children who grew up together were about the same age. When they learned how to fall in love, they were already in a more tolerant era. Everyone sent blessings one after another, and they didn't think there was anything wrong.

Qin's mother is British, so she is very open about these things. On the contrary, when her son called her to the living room to talk about the matter, she was still confused after hearing the sincere "Mom, I'mgay" Forced to say "That'sit?"

Qin's father was considered a traditional Chinese man. Although he married a British man, An Rongyu had already heard from his parents' stories that the relationship between the two was not good, and their marriage was a commercial marriage at first.

Qin's father's Bai Yueguang is a painter, and the two have a son, who is Qin Buhui.The name was originally chosen to express the meaning of "never regret being together".

Therefore, Qin's father has always disliked the crystallization of love brought about by this forced marriage, and always treated Qin silently.When I heard that he likes men, he just frowned, and then stopped asking, but let it go: "You can play whatever you want, don't bring dirty things home with you."

This is actually very ugly, it means that I am too lazy to care about you, as long as you don’t catch any disease outside, and don’t bring ambiguous people back to meet your parents.If I think about it, if I can really find the love of my life in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to get the blessing of his old man.

But Qin Buyu himself didn't care, since coming out of the closet was just a notification of the situation, he already knew in his heart that he had nothing to talk to with his father, whom he couldn't get along with since he was a child.

Qin Buyu never mentioned how the eldest son of the Qin family thought about this matter.In fact, every time he mentioned this big brother who wanted to tie him up and lock him up at home, Qin Buyu waved his hands impatiently, expressing that he didn't want to continue the topic.

Recalling when Qin Buyu talked about his family's reaction to his coming out, An Rongyu couldn't remember how he behaved.Although he was not very old at that time, he didn't think it was a dirty and disgusting thing. He just expressed a little surprise and then returned to normal.

It was rare for him to feel a little uneasy at the thought that he would have to confess to his parents one day.Sighing, he thought with self-deprecation that Yan Che hadn't written anything about his relationship with him yet, yet he was thinking blindly about the future ahead of time.

When making up lessons the next day, Yan Che came half an hour earlier than before.The reason is that it is too cold at home and I want to come over to use the air conditioner.After sitting down at the desk, Yan Che asked, "You have a good relationship with Qin Buyu?"

An Ronghe was both surprised and delighted, pretending that the other party was jealous, he pursed his lips and replied: "It was fine when he was young, but after he went abroad, he had less contact with him. We usually chat occasionally, and we will see each other when we return to China. Brother, He's just like that, smiling, like an old friend with everyone."

Yan Che looked straight at him, as if he was appraising the truth of his words, the smile on his mouth was a little cold, but then he returned to his original state and said, "Have you written the composition you assigned yesterday?"

I thought the other party would ask a few more questions, but it turned out that he didn't care much and changed the subject directly.An Rongyu didn't think too much about it anymore, he took out his composition text, and wrote nine hundred characters in it. The handwriting was not elegant, but it was better in neatness, and each stroke was clear, which was much better than the previous dog reptiles.

The title of the composition is "The Meaning of Life", and the genre is not limited.An Rongyu didn't intend to find another way, and wrote a regular prose.In fact, Yan Che didn't give marks to his composition, but asked him to time it every time he wrote it, so as to improve his writing speed.

In addition, what can be given to him is some grammatical and wording corrections, as well as the arrangement of the central idea, so as to ensure that at least the median line can be reached.

The results are gratifying.Both Chinese and English compositions in the last final exam were praised—the teacher took them out and praised them individually.Especially the Chinese teacher, secretly asked him after class if he had memorized several essays and happened to meet the same question.

Yan Che picked up the composition book, first smiled and praised him for writing more and more neatly, and then began to read it seriously.

One afternoon 17 years ago, leaving the mother's body, the young, fragile, and soft new life began to stumble and grope with doubts, longings, and longings for the world.Eating and sleeping became the whole activity of infancy, and at that time, the meaning of life seemed to be as simple as thriving.The calendar on the wall passed by one page at a time, thinning out at a speed undetectable to the naked eye, and then on a certain day, it transformed itself and was reborn in this world.While exploring the things around him, the ignorant boy learned that all living beings on this vast planet, as big as a blue whale and as small as a paramecium, all survive in this busy and crowded world in some way. contain.

Yan Che read the first paragraph carefully, raised the corner of his mouth and nodded, and then read the rest of the content.

The pride of being human allows us to easily occupy the top of the pyramid in the vastness of the world with the absolute advantages of superior intelligence, proficiency in astronomy and geography, and making complex instruments.We have the ability to kill, plunder, occupy, seize, and use various reasons and excuses to impose endings that should not have been on other creatures.In the eyes of the supreme human beings, flowers, birds, plants and trees have no thoughts, and the meaning of their lives is to fill their stomachs, reproduce hard, maintain the balance of the food chain, and finally be killed by natural enemies in fear.What a short and ruthless fate—for creatures without intelligence, such a muddled and inevitable life has already been written into their racial genes, one generation after another, rushing to this turbulent melting pot one after another, and rushing to this melting pot in boredom leave.

Seeing this, Yan Che's expression became slightly serious.In the past, the composition questions were not so profound, and An Rongyu's writing was also quite satisfactory, citing scriptures, linking the past and the future, most of which were suppressed lies.But when he wrote this composition in the morning, he only felt that there were so many thoughts in his heart, and it was effortless to write.

The same rice feeds all kinds of people.Although ordinary people make up the majority in this world, it is difficult to find two identical people.Everyone is working towards the final outcome with their own cognition, viewpoint, and purpose.No matter how beautiful it was during life, it is destined to become the same handful of loess at the end of life.Now that you already know your inescapable fate, what is the point of decades of hard work?Compared with the infancy, the adolescence before work is probably just a few more things to do, such as reading, writing, and scribbling.When I was an ignorant student, I didn't need to think too much about the future. With the support of my family, I spent the past few years well, and there was a high support when the sky fell.After entering the society, they do the same job day after day, support their families, and are tired of earning a living. They only think about eating and clothing today. After a tiring day, they don’t care about the meaning and value of this life.Although we have been taught from childhood to adulthood, parents, teachers, and mainstream thinking have taught us to become useful people to society, and after learning the skills, come back to build the motherland and complete our mission.But as a member of the vast majority of mortals, I can't help but think that the existence or death of such an ordinary self does not seem to have any impact on this world-the earth will never stop because of the lack of anyone, even history Those great scientists in the world are no exception.

Yan Che's frown became tighter and tighter, probably because he had feelings in his heart, so he could only read it first before expressing his feelings.

I am grateful that I only have the identity of a layman, with seven emotions and six desires, birth, old age, sickness and death, mediocrity, and insignificance.Bathed in great principles, but can live a mediocre life with confidence.No one has the right to define the meaning of other people's existence, whether it is great, or ordinary, or indomitable, or heartless.Don't seek to be famous, as long as you have no regrets in your heart, and when you look back on the past in a hundred years, you can finally let go of your hands and go west. It is a worthwhile walk in the world.

At the end of the full text, the surrounding air condensed.An Rongyu was a little nervous, he wrote the composition too fast, and he didn't have time to check it, so he waited for the tutor who arrived earlier.Watching Yan Che's silence for several minutes, he wondered in his heart: Could it be that the writing is too bad?

"Brother... um, is it too messy?" An Rongyu asked cautiously, his heart almost in his throat.

"To be honest, I don't think this essay will please the examiner." Yan Che still frowned, and replied solemnly, "But, I like it very much. You have grown up."

After finishing speaking, the corners of Yan Che's mouth turned up again, his eyes were crooked, and he stretched out his hand to touch An Rong and Ting's short hair.

The young man shrunk his neck and let others caress|The boy blushed to the base of his neck. In fact, what he wanted to write was the meaning of his life - graduating from high school, playing a job, winning TI, earning money to support his family, spending his life with Yan Che, simple, ordinary, And dreamy.

"I didn't expect you to think so much at such a young age, and you know how to explore the relationship between man and nature." Yan Che didn't correct his grammar this time, and went back and forth several times, "It's really great, I want Show it to your uncle and aunt."

The boy who had been obediently sitting on the chair waiting for more head pats could only watch the other party go out with the composition happily in the next second.

After reading this prose together, the two elders stared wide-eyed, obviously unable to believe that their stupid boy could write such an article.Mother An glared at the candidates who were chasing after her, and asked, "You really wrote this?"

An Ronghe knew in his heart that his own mother was going to come out to disrupt the situation again, so he replied angrily: "Yes, I didn't copy it! I really didn't copy it!" Then he went to grab the copy.

Both parents' expressions were as if they had seen a ghost, their faces were full of disbelief, Yan Che's eyes were filled with pride, he walked over and patted An Rongyu on the shoulder, and said, "You have really made great progress, keep working hard."

The newly promoted scholar followed into the room proudly, wondering if he should keep this composition in a plastic seal, after all, this was the time Yan Che had the highest evaluation of him in the past two years, and he could tell that the other party was from Sincere compliments, without adulteration.

Even the subsequent physics tutoring became as smooth as silk, and the innocent boy whose brain was dripping in pink bubbles listened to every word said by the meticulous tutor.

The tutoring plan was overfulfilled, and the two packed up their books and left the bedroom.After eating, An Rong proposed to go for a walk together, Yan Che smiled and agreed, and after leaving the community, he headed towards the University.

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