Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Feng Ya took him there, and the small school at the end of the road gradually appeared.

When they arrived, under the shade of the sycamore trees, a group of children were jumping around in front of the school, and the joy between their brows and eyes was touching.

It's a pity, Jiang Chen's fingertips clenched slightly, but it's a pity that he is destined not to be so relaxed.

Feng Ya saw that he seemed worried and asked, "Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and looked at her.

Feng Ya frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't speak and took two steps.

The children in front of the school ran over happily when they saw Fengya, "Sister Xiaoya!"

The young boy in charge, who looked rather naughty and mischievous, saw Jiang Chen next to her and said, "This brother is..."

Feng Ya pinched his face, her eyebrows furrowed, "Xiaohu." She made way for Jiang Chen, "This is the new gentleman, here to teach you."

The children looked at him curiously, then lined up and bowed respectfully, "Hello, sir!"

Jiang Chen looked at them, vaguely remembering the time when Biyou Palace was built.

However, they are all passers-by after all.

In ten years and a hundred years, Jiang Chen will no longer exist in their memories.

There was a gloominess in his eyes, how ridiculous, it wasn't Jiang Chen who did it, but Jiang Chen did it. In the end, Jiang Chen was nothingness wrapped in another person's body, an existence that no one will ever know.

Children are always particularly sensitive to smells. Xiaohu shrank, Jiang Chen smiled slightly, and those children immediately forgot the inexplicable coldness before.

Feng Ya saw him smiling and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like this was the right move. This man looked cold, and he must have been seriously injured. Relaxing for a few days with these children would be good for the injury.

Jiang Chen stayed in the school.

Fengya usually came to visit him with a food box, and everything was so peaceful.

He has always been struggling on the edge of life and death, and has not been so peaceful in many years.

But often for him, peace is always temporary.

The children also like this new gentleman very much, because he always has a good temper. Although he doesn't laugh often, he won't get angry, and he won't hit them on the palm for making mistakes.

The most he could do was give a few words of advice.

The husband seemed to be omnipotent. No matter what questions they had, he could answer them and he answered them seriously. It's not like the old master who always scolded them for asking stupid questions.

But I heard from Sister Xiaoya that the husband would only stay for fifteen days. Xiaohu counted on his fingers and it was already thirteen days.

In other words, sir, he will leave tomorrow...

Xiaohu had a puffy face and pretended to sigh deeply despite being a child, "I don't want you to leave..."

He blinked, his mind thinking rapidly. Then he slapped the table and ran out to look for other companions.

…

Jiang Chen was sitting at the table. The brush on the pen holder was dripping with water. There were densely drawn eyes on a piece of white paper on the table, which was creepy.

Jiang Chen was sitting cross-legged, looking down.

The calm state of mind during the day was now sinking in this cold silence.

Unexpectedly, I thought of my own identity. Jiang Chen, Xuan Xiao, Di Xin, Dryad...

He always thought that after a long time, he would forget all the pain, but often when he thought about it, everything was so clear. Never forget it.

Jiang Chen, Xuan Xiao, Di Xin, Dryad, but who is he?

He was already unsure whether he was really Jiang Chen!

...Or, he has always been just a lonely ghost who will never be reincarnated with memories!

With such a status, how can you talk about receiving kindness from others? How about a lifetime!

He didn't want to spend all his life thinking about this life in the reincarnation of eternity...

So it's best not to live forever.

A cold wind blows.

Jiang Chen coughed and hurriedly took a handkerchief. When he dropped it, he saw that the red color on the white silk was so conspicuous.

He closed his eyes.

The girl named Fengya mustered up the courage to say that she would wait for him.

Jiang Chen could only sneer.

How can a person like him be responsible for others if he can't even control his own destiny?

Such a fate can only be a disaster for those around them. After they die one by one, they struggle to survive in the narrow gap of the so-called heaven and the so-called justice... How can we talk about the so-called life...

The lights were dim.

Bang!

"Who!" Jiang Chen frowned, slapped his hand on the table, and a brush flew up. He pushed it casually and shot it out hard.

The wooden barrel in the corner fell down, and the faces of Xiaohu and several children were full of fear.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then he quickly raised his fingertips and shot out another stroke.

The first pen was split in half, and the second pen also lost momentum and fell to the ground with a clatter.

It was only half a point away from Xiaohu's forehead.

The child's pupils were dilated, and he was obviously too frightened to recover. But when he came back to his senses, he said in shock, "Sir! It turns out you are a martial arts master!" He smiled and led Xiaohua and others to Jiang Chen with large and small bags, just like what the storyteller in the restaurant said. , Pu Tong knelt down, "Please sir, accept Xiao Hu as his disciple..."

Jiang Chen:...are you going to be a goblin?

He turned his head, looked at the rice paper wrinkled by the wind on the table, and said calmly, "What are you doing at this late hour?"

Xiaohu immediately forgot what he was asking for and said sadly, "Sir, he is about to leave..."

Jiang Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, "Yeah."

Xiaohu took the eggs, sausage, and garlic from the hands of Xiaohua and others, and handed them to him on the table. "Sir taught us many things, and these are given to him. If he gets hungry while walking on the road, he can eat them." Xiaohu, Xiaohua and the others We all remember you and miss you. So...when you come back, you must remember to visit us..."

He talks childishly and incoherently.

Jiang Chen finally raised his head, looked at the tearful and reluctant children, then looked at the specialties on the desk, and suddenly asked, "Is this something you stole from home?"

Ga?

Xiaohu was confused, and several people looked at each other. Xiaohu blushed, "How did you know, sir?"

Jiang Chen just smiled. He was only a temporary teacher who had been teaching for fifteen days, and he was not worthy of the efforts of these parents...

You must know that in today's world, people don't have to worry about food and clothing. People usually save food when they can, and it's not during the holidays. How can these frugal people be so generous in giving away meat and eggs...

Seeing Xiaohu stunned, he reached out and stroked his hair, "Take it back. Sir, you don't need these."

Xiaohu shook his head and said, "Sir, it must be very hard to go here alone. How can you not prepare food and clothing?"

Jiang Chen paused and looked at the young face full of determination. He was speechless for a moment and murmured, "...Why bother..."

Xiaohu didn't hear clearly, "Huh? Sir?"

"Go back." He asked them to carry these things without moving them, and then sent them away.

He stood alone in front of the library door, watching their backs gradually go away.

The night wind howled, black clouds shrouded the sky, covering the moon, and the small town suddenly felt a sense of solemnity.

Soon, a strong wind blew over, and large leaves fell from the sycamore tree at the door.

Big raindrops fell pattering down.