I studied beheading in a mental institution

Zhou Ping's body trembled slightly, he looked into Zuo Qing's eyes.

Zuo Qing cleared his throat, and said slowly in Ye Fan's tone: "Zhou Ping, you don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to feel sorry for me. Changing my life is a decision I made on my own, and you don't have to take any responsibility for it." .

After I die, Zuo Qing will block the news of my life-changing, claiming to be self-defeating, no one will know that you are still alive, no one will pay attention to you, and no one will force you to perform any so-called duties.

You have already died for me, for Daxia, now I give you my life back, you can choose to be yourself and live the life you want.

In this life, you are no longer the Great Xia Sword Master, and you don't have to live for anyone.

Stay in that local restaurant, be a waiter with peace of mind, find a kind and gentle woman, get married and start a family, you can do whatever you want...

If one day, Great Xia really encounters a crisis of extinction, maybe you can help it once within the scope of your ability...if you want. "

After Zuo Qing's voice fell, Zhou Ping lowered his head and fell into silence.

Zuo Qing didn't say anything anymore, just lowered his head to eat silently, and when the bowl was cleaned up, he left some money on the table and stood up slowly.

"I have already brought Ye Fan's words, and I will not bother you again in the future, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Qing turned around and pushed open the door of the restaurant, disappearing into the alleyway.

Zhou Ping looked at the empty plates and bowls in front of him, and didn't get up to clean them up, but just sat there quietly, dazed.

He didn't expect that he would come back in this form, let alone that Ye Fan sacrificed his life to save him.

When he learned what happened from the mouths of several heroic spirits, he only felt that his whole brain had become a mess, and his heart was unspeakably uncomfortable... Sacrificing Ye Fan in exchange for his life was not what he wanted of.

However, everything has happened.

Zhou Ping is in a mess now.

The elegant aroma of vegetables suddenly penetrated into his nostrils, pulling back his chaotic thoughts, he turned his head, and saw the third uncle standing beside him with two vegetables and one soup.

"Third Uncle..." Zhou Ping said blankly.

The third uncle unhurriedly put the dishes on the table in front of him, handed him a pair of chopsticks, then sat down on the seat opposite him, holding the veteran cadre's teacup, and gently blowing the teacup floating in the cup. heat.

"Let's eat, you've been away from home for so long, you should miss home food, right?" He said with a smile.

Zhou Ping stared at the steaming dishes in front of him, feeling a little dazed. He held his chopsticks and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

"eat more."

"it is good."

Zhou Ping picked up a few dishes with his chopsticks and started to eat them.

Familiar environment, familiar people, familiar smell... For a moment, Zhou Ping even felt that he was back to that peaceful time a few months ago.

"Are you tired after working outside for so long?" Uncle San looked at Zhou Ping and asked.

"……tired."

"The outside world is always more tiring than at home." The third uncle paused, "Then, do you want to go back?"

Zhou Ping gave a slight pause to the hand holding the vegetables.

"I...don't know." He said bitterly.

The third uncle held the teacup, looked at him for a long time, and then grinned.

"Actually, Uncle San has already planned your future path before.

You don't like to talk, and you are clumsy when cooking. In the future, you probably won't be able to inherit this restaurant... Third Uncle has already figured it out. When I earn enough money and this restaurant is about to fail, we will leave this restaurant. I sold it, and then went to the outskirts of the city to buy two small houses of [-] square meters.

One set for you to marry a wife, and one set for me to provide for the elderly.

Once you have a house, you can work wherever you want, or work as a waiter in another place. We don’t need to earn too much money. Xijin is not a big city, and the money we earn is enough to spend and marry a wife.

At that time, Uncle San will go to the matchmakers in our village and tell you a wife. She doesn’t have to be too good-looking, but she must be virtuous, able to take care of you, and be filial. After all, Uncle San has no children. When you are alone, you can only count on you young couple.

In a few years, Uncle San and I will be at home by myself. When I have nothing to do, I will cook two dishes. I will bring roast chicken and beer to the next door to find you young couple. , isn't it very comfortable?

We don't want to make a lot of money, we don't want to be famous, we just want to live our lives in peace..."

While eating the dishes, Zhou Ping was imagining the future described by his third uncle, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The third uncle took a sip of tea and continued:

"Young people will be confused when encountering things. This is normal. It always takes time to settle and think, but the most important thing is to ask your own heart.

What I just said is just Sanjiu's own fantasy. You are already so old, you don't need to be bound by my thoughts anymore. In the future, you still have to walk your own path.

If you want to stay and live your life in peace, Uncle San can guarantee that you will not be wronged in this city;

If you want to leave and wander outside, Third Uncle may not be able to help you, but when you get tired from traveling and come back here... Third Uncle can still make arrangements for you properly. "

The third uncle held the old cadre's tea cup and said confidently, as if at this moment he was no longer the owner of a small restaurant, but a big shot in Xijin City.

Zhou Ping finished all the meals and put down his chopsticks. For some reason, his eye sockets were moist.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the door, complex colors flashed in his eyes.

Sincerely...

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on his chest, as if asking himself, what kind of life do you want?

It is to stand in the outskirts of the city safely, marry a wife and have children, and live a peaceful and stable life,

still is……

At this moment, many images flashed in his mind.

In the dark underground garage, those people stood behind him, bowed deeply, and said in unison, "Please cut the gods, Great Xia Sword Master";

In the mist, Lin Qiye and others flew in front of the twin gods, and told him with a smile that there is no need to doubt or be afraid, because he is the one who is at the forefront of human beings;

In the majestic Buddhist hall, the golden Buddha body sitting on the ground looked at the black coffin with a smile on his face...

On his chest, the glass-colored heart was beating powerfully. This body built for him, capable of carrying the power of law, trembled slightly with the beating of the glass-colored heart, as if expecting something.

After a while, Zhou Ping's eyes gradually brightened.

His heart, his body, his rules, and his sword...the reason why all these exist is not for him to hide in the suburbs and spend the rest of his life silently.

Everything about him was born for killing gods.

If you just bury your head in the ground, don't look at the dangers that are close at hand, and want to survive this life alone... How is this different from escaping from reality?

Neither his sword heart nor his god-slaying body would agree.