My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"All right……"

Gong Ming's expression was a little awkward. Even in his 600-year-old life, this was the first time he encountered such a thing, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"I didn't come here for your secret." However, the middle-aged man smiled and put his hand in his pocket. "It's something young people do to ask questions about things they don't understand, and I'm not a young person anymore. I know what to ask and what not to ask."

"It's just that today is my last day working in this store. I will be transferred to France next week. When I met you at this time, I couldn't help feeling a little emotional. I couldn't hold back for a while, and came up to bother you a few words .I hope you don't mind."

"Do you have anything to say?" Gong Ming understood what he meant, and nodded after being silent for a while.

"It's just a question." The middle-aged man lowered his eyebrows and did not meet Gong Ming's eyes.

"You, do you believe in fate?"

Chapter 310 IX That's Love

"destiny?"

The red-haired man laughed at the question. "I thought you came to me in such a formal way to ask some solemn and serious questions. So it was just to talk about this kind of thing?"

"Are you looking down on this question?" The manager-like man looked at him and said softly. "[Fate] has an enduring status as a topic in the history of literature, even in the field of philosophy it also has a place..."

"But I am neither a writer nor a philosopher. I am just a man with a knife, or I am just a knife, and the knife only needs to be sharp. I have lived a long time, but if you expect It is the wisdom accumulated by time, so I can only say sorry, for swordsman, time is just something to polish the sword, the longer the time, the purer it will be."

As if feeling that this topic might take a while, Gong Ming seemed to give up the idea of ​​leaving in a short time, turned around and walked to the sink again, took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

He had just washed his hands, and there were still drops of water on his hands.

"You just said fate, but what is fate? Is there an accurate definition?"

"Young people hate the established life, the burden inherited by blood, and the path arranged by the previous generation or others. They call this fate." Gong Ming stood in front of the sink and wiped his fingers. Look at your own reflection in the mirror. "So they like to wander, like to be independent, and like to stay away from their family and elders. They have watched too many passionate animations, and they always want to challenge the truth somewhere. Trample fate underfoot."

"But isn't this so-called fate too cheap?" He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing there, and asked without any emotion.

"It's just that the rebellion of young people can break it?"

"..."

The middle-aged man seemed a little speechless, as if he didn't expect him to answer like this.

"But if you magnify the concept of fate, it's as if there is a silent script behind the world, everything is written in the script line by line, and even the discussion you and I have about fate is just a subsection of the script .Even your idea of ​​rebelling against fate is a few words written in the script, and your life in the script is like a character constructed between the lines—you can jump out between the lines and swing a knife at the unknown person Does the author roar to trample fate underfoot?"

As Gong Ming said, he raised his hand and subconsciously groped for the pocket of his trousers. It seemed that he subconsciously felt that it would be more appropriate to hold a cigarette in his mouth when he said such words. Realized that he had been quit smoking for a long time.

"Even if you take out a gun and shoot your temple right now, you think it's sudden enough to break through the constraints, but it's actually just something written in the script. Thinking about it this way, isn't it hopeless?"

So he gave up the idea of ​​smoking out the smoke, shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the man behind him.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth is the monopoly of young people with excess energy. For young people, this is a compliment. But you don't look young anymore, you have to learn to face reality."

Gong Ming patted him on the shoulder. "It's like I actually know that you are the person sent by Otto to test my tone, but I don't say anything."

"I..." The middle-aged man, who was still immersed in Gong Ming's words just now, suddenly widened his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat. "Here……"

"You have calluses on the jaws of your hands. This is the mark of holding a gun often. When you stand, you will unconsciously straighten your back and hold your head high. This is the imprint left by you as a soldier—if you are a waiter If you don’t, the more accustomed posture should be to lower your head. A man who often holds a gun and has been a soldier has stayed in a hotel for 33 years. I’m not stupid enough to believe everything.”

"But don't be nervous." Gong Ming glanced at the panicked and vigilant person.

"I'll tell you these things because I don't care about them. If I did, I wouldn't give you a chance to talk."

The red-haired man smiled, put his hands in his pockets, turned and walked outside.

"Otto wants you to ask this question, because in his eyes the so-called "fate" and "god" are similar things. He is a theologist, so he can't tell the difference between the two. It's normal. But I'm different, I'm a materialist."

"My goal is to kill God, because there is solid evidence to prove that God exists in our world. If he is willing to live in harmony, I am also willing to face him with a scientific and probing attitude, but he wants to destroy This world I love, so I can only die with him."

He walked out step by step. "Attributing all failures to fate is the practice of the weak. Although I really want to fish, I have to be strong."

"Then what if one day fate proves to be real."

Just when Gong Ming was about to reach the end of the corridor, suddenly, that person shouted from behind Gong Ming.

Gong Ming stopped on his leaving foot and turned around.

"The fight against fate is not to be able to defeat everything by clamoring. It is also to be able to move forward with a smile in the midst of suffering. It is also to use a strong heart to overcome the disaster arranged by fate."

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, the red-haired man's sideways face had a blazing and shining light in the depths of his golden pupils, as if a sword was burning!

In an instant, unparalleled majesty burst out from his body, as if standing there was not some human being but some condensed violence, that is the king recognized by the whole world!Supreme power!Xeon to violence!

At first, he thought that this man was hiding a lion under his gentle and kind skin, but he was wrong!How could a lion have such eyes!It was clearly a giant dragon roaring, occupying the entire world to drive away all the gods who attempted to contaminate this world.

"Then until I am defeated by fate, I am still me. I should hold the sword, hold the sword, and draw the sword! I should kill gods and gods!"

After the words were finished, he stopped staying and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"..."

"Well, I'm surprised. But he is such a man."

After a moment of silence, a man's voice suddenly appeared in this space.

A red dot flickered on a small communicator in the middle-aged man's chest pocket, and a mellow male voice was transmitted into this space.

"Resolute, lonely and strong, as resolute as steel." The owner of the voice seemed to have some feelings.

"When a person grows up, he won't say that he will always win. Even if he doesn't, he must win. However, even if he is a god, don't want him to admit defeat."

"Yeah, it's really..." The middle-aged man looked at the direction where he disappeared, with a complicated expression on his face. "Even if the positions are not consistent, just thinking of such a man guarding the world gives me an inexplicable sense of peace, as if everything can be solved easily."