Miss Jiguo

Ji Guoyansheng lost his mother when he was 13 years old, and his younger brother left home with his younger sister when he was 14 years old. Even his personal servant, Ashi, who had been serving him since childhood, also left without saying goodbye that year .

The father who fetched water from the bamboo basket in vain, after losing his pearl, gradually showed signs of decline.

This man complained angrily about the misfortune of his family, saying that a short-sighted woman can only raise such a heartless daughter. As he talked, he seemed to think it was ridiculous that he was the only one who was so angry, so he wanted to transfer his anger to silence On the silent heir.

"Why don't you speak?!"

"I said that as the eldest son of the successor country, you must educate your younger siblings well, look at you!"

"If only you could live up to it!"

He talked about it as usual, and when it came to getting up, he was going to beat Yansheng hard with his fist.

But at that time, Yan Sheng was no longer the staggering little boy who would be punched by him. This young man who had already learned a lot in the way of kendo stood in the same place without saying a word, and took the burden firmly. With a punch, there was not even a superfluous expression on his calm face.

If Iwakatsu, who was eager to get his father's approval and become an outstanding samurai in the past, would definitely show a guilty expression, try to defend himself, and prove his efforts.

But he just stood there quietly with his eyes downcast.

This kind of calm made the man feel scared for the first time, as if something had changed before he knew it, and when he saw Yansheng stretching out his arm, he even unconsciously made a defensive movement.

But the boy just wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

"If there is nothing else, I still have to deal with today's affairs, so I will take my leave first, father."

Everything started from this moment, slowly getting out of control.

Unlike Yan Sheng, who gradually became stronger, restrained and forbearing, and stepped into a glorious youth, men are decaying at a faster rate.

He was easily subdued by his son when he was teaching swordsmanship, and his thinking was slow when he was making suggestions. He could only watch helplessly as his successor replaced him and became the center of his subordinates.

In the beginning, he was slumped, he was powerless, and he tried to use actions to restore his status, but such behaviors were nothing more than the constant wear-and-tear of prestige accumulated before. The man can only change his mentality.

In the last few years, this mighty man has become a kind old man, adopting a gentle policy towards his son.

Unsmiling and harsh on his subordinates, he now starts to praise his son's growth with a smile, implying intentionally or unintentionally that "my strictness is only for today's glory".

When he fought bloody battles in Yansheng, he sent letters of care without pain. When he came back, he was "distressed" that his son was seriously injured and ignored his health. At the celebration banquet, he said that he taught his son well, showing satisfaction Smiling, and when Yansheng reached the age of marriage, he wanted to find a good wife with a wealthy family for him, as if he cared about honey.

It's a pity that his grown-up son is like a tall and cold wall, he treats himself respectfully, other than that, there is no communication between father and son.

A man is like a ghost enjoying the glory and wealth in Jiguo Mansion. In his later years, he seeks pleasure from the woman he despises, and finally dies on the woman.

……

Because of his indulging in sex, the man was skinny when he died. This image was completely different from the "tall and mighty warrior" in Yansheng's memory. Therefore, at his father's funeral, Yansheng could only feel something A sense of dull and incomprehensible absurdity.

It seemed that the father who made him proud and admired had left him a long time ago, and what he sent away now was only a familiar corpse.

He spent the long years watching his father grow old, watching him gradually fade away from the aura of "omnipotent father", and spent every day slowly feeling sad and mourning him slowly.

Is this the Patriarch I want to be?

Is this the warrior who protects others?

Step by step, I am walking on the road of pursuing the dream of a warrior, but where does this road lead to?

On the day his father left, there was a light rain, and Yan Sheng bid farewell to the last relative in the rain.

He stood in the muddy ground, raised his head blankly, and looked at the raindrops falling from the sky.

The small drop of water hit his face, splashing a small splash, which made the subordinates beside him even have the illusion that this mighty warrior was crying.

The young man couldn't help but stepped forward and said "sorry" in a low voice.Since he was sincerely worried about this noble person who, although he looked reserved and distant, was always in the service of his subordinates, he handed over the umbrella in his hand and awkwardly said some other comforting words.

Yan Sheng was stunned by the somewhat out-of-bounds intimacy from his subordinates, he subconsciously frowned, and sideways blocked the umbrella that was handed him.

"nothing."

"It's raining, let's go back early."

The hard shell of self-esteem and pride was broken by falling raindrops, but it was quickly restored.

Young Ji Guoyansheng, what is left on his callused hands?

Responsibility remains.

It's just a responsibility...

Yansheng looked at the young man who handed the umbrella, and at the subordinates around him who gathered because of his strength and prestige, they were all different from him.

Some of them have just got married, and they will blushed and describe the scene of meeting their wives under the coaxing of others; If there are kind parents in the family, they will personally come to the door and deliver some special products of the family, thanking him for taking care of the children...

The young man did his best to fulfill his responsibilities as the lord. Most of the time, he did not participate in the relaxed chats of his subordinates, and even subconsciously avoided such voices with a straight face, but unconsciously remembered the names of each of them. Remember the good life they had.

Because there was such a group of people following him closely, what he had to do, what he should do, was to continue walking forward with the gun.

Just like protecting my sister back then...

The time is long and dull, he is just walking on this road of becoming stronger and not knowing where it will lead.

Until now, in this camp, the subordinate he wanted to protect was pierced through the chest by the claws of the evil spirit in order to protect him.

"Live, my lord."

"Run, my lord!"

……

They said so, and then fell down one after another.

To survive, how to survive?

What in the world was I born for?What is the meaning of my life?

Uncontrollable emotions burst out from his chest, making him point the blade at the cannibal ghost, and then watched helplessly, the blade used by ordinary people was finally split in two by the inhuman monster.

...What is left of the hands that once hugged the one I cherished?

Because he is not that godlike younger brother, he has no way to support his mother, no way to use his strength to protect his subordinates, and he has not even seen his younger sister for the last time...

Now, made up of these powerless things, Ji Kuniwa Katsu's life should only end with the key word "continuously losing".

Just as Yan Shengru was laughing at himself in his heart, the scenery in front of him changed unknowingly.

Maybe at the end of life, people will unconsciously think of their most cherished things.

As the evil spirit gradually approached, everything in front of the young man seemed to return to the past. The moon that was originally covered by dark clouds suddenly brightened a little, and the strong, almost disgusting smell of blood was gradually covered by the sweet fragrance of flowers. , It was in that night that the petite girl pushed away from his room and gave him a beautiful promise.

But at this time, what came instead of her was Yuan Yi who descended from the sky like a god.

Ruoyuan's one-hour sword skill is just relying on superhuman agility to hit the vital point with the fastest speed.

Now his sword skills have reached the highest level, and the gun in his hand seems to have long been an extension of Yuanyi's arm.

His movement of drawing the knife was so smooth and smooth, the blade was as red as a flame, and the trajectory of the slash was like a fire dragon swooping down, howling and biting off the head of the evil spirit.

Yuan Yi, who came suddenly, only used such a blow to decapitate the evil ghost who overthrew the entire team by himself, and in the process, the blood of the evil ghost never spattered Yuan Yi. on the sleeve.

Because of this scene, Iwakatsu's stagnant time finally began to turn.

He originally thought that the weakness in the past was a unique product of childhood, as long as he grows up, he can become stronger and get everything he once expected.Then he became an adult as he wished after losing his mother, sister, brother, and even his father.

But sometimes he felt unhappy growing up, indescribably boring, and even felt like he was abandoned in the successor country.

But fortunately, he protected his subordinates and assumed responsibility as a warrior.

But they were killed by ghosts to protect themselves

But they were killed by ghosts...

I am not strong enough, as if I have nothing in the end.

In front of Yuanyi, with the broken blade in his hand, he is like a wild dog whose teeth have been pulled out.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, Yan Sheng felt as if he had returned to the year when he was seven years old. Looking at the comatose swordsmanship teacher, he felt hot anger and jealousy pouring out like magma, eroding his internal organs.

Then this kind of anger and unwillingness, when Yan Sheng saw the girl who appeared behind Cong Yuanyi and ran towards him, it turned into an almost deep pain.

This is really a very strange thing, she has completely changed her appearance over the long years, but the first time I saw her, I still recognized her identity.

It seems that she is the only one who will show such an expression and look at herself...

She is always like this, when people feel the most desolate and gloomy, she hugs him like this, and pulls him into an inescapable cage with sweet love.

"Great, great, you're all right..."

One drop after another of tears just fell on Yansheng's neck and on his heart, the temperature almost scalded him, making him taste the same bitterness.

Why is it?

why?

You have obviously left me and abandoned me. Now I have nothing and nothing. Why do you want to come back?

Why do you still say such concerned words to me?

I am so embarrassed...

He didn't even have the strength to push the embrace away.

Everything made Yan Sheng feel painful, but he just sat there in a daze, unable to speak.

The author has something to say: The Yansheng you want is here

Do you want krypton gold to draw cards? 【. 】

Curse, worthy of the name, this woman is a curse【. 】

bgm——Confessionby Kagamine リン? レン

I want to protect the foamy love to the end

In the corner of the room like a sealed back box

Our fragments are left there

The night disturbed by the sound of rain

accidentally lost password

Although I just want you to hold me tight