Private school two or three things

"teacher------!!!"

The silver-haired little body rushed towards him with scorching red prints, Songyang squinted his eyes, and inevitably remembered that bloody dusk.

"I heard that there are ghosts who eat corpses. I came to see it. Is that you?"

——The fluffy feel is not bad.

"What a cute ghost."

——What is that look?Like sensitive animals.

"Is that also taken from the corpse? Is a child using everything available on the corpse to protect himself in this way?"

——It’s possible to survive alone to such an extent.

"It's amazing, but..."

——The president is crooked.

"That kind of sword is no longer needed."

——The kind of sword stained with despair, confusion, pain and sorrow is not suitable for a child.

"You are afraid of others, you only wield a sword to protect yourself, throw it away."

- don't be afraid.

"For you, my sword."

--Do not be afraid.

"If you want to know its real usage, come with me."

—Come on, come back with me.

I give you a home.

"What do you want to do to the teacher!!" Curly drew his sword and pulled away the staff that was facing him, his blood-red eyes were wide open, and his face was full of stubbornness.

Songyang looked at his students, and the smile he had been maintaining finally cracked.

Why come back?

Why call the teacher to raise the sword?

Why do you have to fight with a face of stubbornness and persistence?

"Yinshi..." You have always been...the strongest child, the most open-minded child, and the child I least want to see take the road of drawing a sword and fighting for your life.

you.

You obviously like sweet candy, you enjoy the cherry blossoms falling on your head, you are happy to hide in the classroom and sleep soundly at the end, but why do you still draw your sword to fight with red and determined eyes?

Nah.silver hour.Why did you swing your sword?

Songyang's long eyelashes covered the waves of emotion in his eyes.The hair hangs down, drawing mottled traces.

Curly is very brave and stronger than ordinary children, and his swordsmanship talent is also among the top among his peers, but he is still confused when facing the staffs coming from all directions.Coupled with the eagerness to break through the encirclement facing the teacher, the fight became even more chaotic.

Losing is really impossible...

There's no way to fuck your sister!Fuck your sister's defeat!How willing you want me to admit defeat!

The private school...our Songyang private school...is gone! !

Song Yang glanced at the bound curly hair, glanced lightly into the distance, and threw the sword.

The struggling curly hair froze for a moment.

"Let him go."

"It's better for you." A low and hoarse voice in the distance recalled that the man in the straw hat covered his face with one hand, his gray hair was draped over his shoulders.

"Always pretend to resist. If you let him go, I will catch him without a fight." Song Yang glanced at the monks who surrounded him, then turned his head, his eyes fixed on Curly Hair.

Curly also looked at the teacher absently.

Sorry, silver hour.

Curly saw the teacher's eyes and said silently.

So he began to struggle, harder, more anxious, and more hurt.

"Teacher..." he shouted, "Teacher, don't... Yinsang me, Yinsang, I can protect you..."

Those eyes were so bright that they were about to ooze blood.Clenched, leaned forward, stretched the neck to hold.

"Teacher, don't give up! Yinsang, I can protect you! Don't put down your sword! Please! I can definitely do it! Please!"

Weep blood every word.

Since when did the blood on the body change to saponin, when did the vigilant eyes be covered with a warm quilt by cherry blossoms, when did the wandering footprints turn to the tolerant arms.

Teacher, you said at the beginning that holding a sword is for protection.

And now I'm about to do it.

I'm doing it!

"Let him go! Bastard don't touch the teacher with your dirty hands!"

Seeing Songyang being restrained, Curly's eyes widened, wishing to rush over and bite the enemy to death.

Songyang turned his head, looked at the tattered curly hair quietly for a while, and then slowly burst into a warm smile.

Curly's heart beat violently, then slowly sank.

"Silver, I'll leave it to you from now on."

……don't want.

"What, there is nothing to worry about, I will definitely be back with everyone soon."

……don't want.

"So until then, please protect your companions..."

...don't don't...

"Protect everyone."

Don't don't don't don't don't don't! ! !

"It's agreed."

Tears gushed out of his eyes and blurred his vision, Curly lowered his head and coughed, then looked up with despair.

"Don't... teacher... trust Yinsang... I can... woo... I can..."

The person walking away has indifferent eyebrows and eyes, long hair and shawls, casually like every outing, under the moonlight, the whole body seems to be illuminated, ethereal and noble, step by step, it seems that they are about to walk into the moon like this.

He didn't look at the burning private school behind him, he didn't look at the leader of Tianzhaoyuan in the dark, he didn't look at the curly hair behind him, he just smiled peacefully as usual.

silver hour.You have done a good job.

Now, to teach you one last lesson.

In this world, there are things that cannot be left behind no matter what.But don't be afraid, it will teach you to cherish, teach you to be strong and brave, and teach you to reach out and grab more things.

The silver-haired child's face was stained with tears, and he grabbed the dust on the ground, and the soot flew out, outlining a mottled and desolate shadow.

"Song... Master Songyang—————————————————————————————!"