Chapter 117
“But…but…”
Qidan tried desperately to say something else, but no words came out.
What he was thinking was - although we requested this at first, weren't we unfamiliar with each other at that time?
Later, we spent days and nights together, and we worshipped you... so devoutly... so respectfully... how could this kind of feeling be replaced by such a cold request?
Why……
Why didn't you give us some extra protection?
Why don't you think more carefully about us?
Why didn't you do more for us?
He had many complaints and dissatisfactions. Those voices echoed in his ears for countless days and nights, making him more and more extreme and resentful.
——Yes, it’s not my fault, it’s not that we didn’t do well, it’s all that person’s fault! He is so powerful and so smart, but he didn’t protect us well, it’s all his fault!! It’s his responsibility!!!
However, at this moment, facing Rong Yuan, those questions...even he couldn't say them out loud.
He had always resented Rong Yuan for not doing enough for them, for failing to live up to their trust and efforts. But before he could even ask the question, he felt that he was at a loss for words.
——What have ?
Seeing his expression constantly changing between ferocious and confused, Rong Yuan shook his head, turned and left.
He didn't do anything unnecessary because he saw more clearly than anyone else that this man's life had entered the countdown stage.
The automatically controlled door slowly closed, casting a shadow over Qidan's face, making him look like a devil crawling in hell.
“Huh…huh…huh…”
There was clearly enough air, but he clutched his chest and found breathing extremely difficult, so he turned over and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling that was emitting a faint light.
He seemed to be back to that day again.
The sunlight was bright and soft, without haze or glare. A few lazy white clouds floated in the blue sky.
The pretty girl stood under the tree, with shy anticipation and joy on her face, her fingers unconsciously twirling around a few strands of hair.
"Brother, I will be sixteen tomorrow. At sixteen... I will be an adult... I think, I will confess to you when the time comes. What do you think?"
The girl's clear eyes looked at the young man opposite her expectantly, with an expression that looked eager for approval.
The young man holding a book leaned against the tree. He frowned and said, "The teacher won't agree. He has never responded to anyone."
"I know." The girl wrinkled her nose, looking very cute, and said, "I didn't think that the gentleman would agree! I just want him to know... my feelings... "
"Okay, okay, just do it if you want to." Seeing the girl's suddenly gloomy expression, the young man suddenly felt a little annoyed. He rolled up the book in his hand and gently patted the girl's head, saying: "Maybe it will be a little different for you. You know, the teacher always treats our family with special favor."
"Yeah, yeah, I think so too." The girl nodded happily, the smile returning to her face.
[Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! ]
The old man lying on the ground was screaming desperately in his heart, and his hands stretched forward as if he wanted to grab something, or try to stop something.
But he couldn't stop anything.
He heard the young man say with a smile in despair: "By the way, if you want to confess your love, why not pick some flowers to take with you!"
[Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! ]
"Picking flowers?" the girl asked doubtfully.
[No, no, no, don’t go! Don’t!!]
"Yeah." The young man didn't hear the old man's words at all. He said what the old man feared the most: "I remember once hearing my teacher say that in his hometown, people would use red flowers to express love."
"Why would you tell you this, sir?" The girl first pouted and grumbled with jealousy, then thought for a moment and said, "But it's so romantic... ah, I got it! I remember there are some particularly beautiful flowers blooming in the meadow to the south of the mountain. I'll go pick some tomorrow."
[Don’t go! Don’t go! If you go, you will…]
"Oh." The young man's eyes had already turned to the book in his hand, and he nonchalantly warned: "That side is close to the border, don't run out accidentally and get attacked by wild animals."
"I know! I'm not stupid." The girl said coquettishly. Suddenly, she approached the young man, blinked her eyes, and said coquettishly: "Brother, why don't you go with me? I'm a little scared to run so far alone."
"Don't give me that. You just want me to help you get something, right?" The young man looked at the book and said casually, "I still have a question I haven't figured out. Ask Shasha and the others to go with you."
[Go with her! Please, go with her! Stay with her, don't let her leave! ]
"No way! They will definitely laugh at me." The girl waved her hand and said, "I'd better go alone. Brother, are you still not going home today?"
"Well, my research is at a critical juncture and I can't leave."
"Well, it's a pity that all the delicious food my mother cooked will go into my stomach. Then I'm leaving, brother! You should also rest early and don't work too hard!"
[Don't let her go! Stop her! Protect her! You bastard! ]
The young man waved his hand without even looking up, and did not see the girl jumping away.
But the old man saw it. He stared at the figure in despair, stretching his hands as far as he could, but he couldn't reach it.
Suddenly, the girl seemed to see the old man. She smiled and waved at him. Her smile was so bright and lovely. Then she turned around and ran away as lightly as a deer.
The figure was getting farther and farther away and more and more blurred, as if fog had blocked his sight and he could no longer see it clearly.
Tears flowed down the wrinkles and seeped into the sparse gray hair. A skinny bony hand stretched out in vain into the air, like a dead branch stuck in the ground.
[I’m sorry, I should be with you…]
At the end of his life, he finally murmured the words that he had kept in his heart for a lifetime, expressing the guilt and regret that would cause him unbearable pain for the rest of his life for more than a hundred years.
No one heard his last words.
The old man lay on the ground, his eyes had lost their luster, and there were still bloody tear marks on his face.
The hand that stretched towards the sky never let go until death.
A soft sigh dissipated in the silent corridor.
After seeing off the last student who once called him "teacher", Rong Yuan walked forward along the silent corridor.
He thought of someone.
The center.
He was just an illiterate farmer who spent most of his life doing low-level and heavy manual labor. Even though he had the opportunity to study later, his deformed hands could not hold a pen properly, and until his death, the words he wrote were crooked.
Although he was not stupid, he was old after all. His memory, imagination, and ability to accept and understand knowledge were not as good as those of young people. So he was quickly surpassed and gradually fell behind.
If it were someone else, no matter what their grades were, they would seize every opportunity and try their best to get close to Rong Yuan. However, Qi Yang, who was the easiest to get close to Rong Yuan, always kept a distance from him, learning silently and enriching himself.
What impressed Rong Yuan so much about him was not because he was the only one who stood firmly by his side in the end, but because of the two conversations.
One time was when Rong Yuan helped them migrate from the area controlled by the Moon Wolf Clan to the valley.
The journey was not easy, and many people were injured, so there were gradually some complaints among the people traveling together, and some people questioned Qi Yang's original decision.
--If they had asked Rong Yuan to destroy the Moon Wolf Clan, they would have occupied the Moon Wolf Clan's land, wealth and castle by now, and could have lived a comfortable life as superior people. Why would they have needed to work so hard to migrate and open up wasteland?
There is no need to learn difficult, boring knowledge that seems to be of little use.
The voices of doubt gradually became louder, so Qi Yang gathered everyone together and had a sincere conversation with them.
He said: "I don't know how to talk about big principles. I don't understand or remember a lot of what the teacher said. But I know that when I, my wife and my children are all hungry, if someone asks me to choose between a bag of beans and a piece of farmland, I will choose the land."
"Because beans can only solve hunger temporarily. After eating them, everyone will still be hungry. But if I have land, I can grow food every year. With land, my children will not starve to death one day in the future."
"It's the same thing this time."
"If we ask Mr. Rong to help us deal with the Moon Wolf Tribe, indeed, we won't have to work so hard now, and we can also get a lot of food to fill our stomachs."
"But what about later?"
"Can we really seize the Moon Wolf Tribe's wealth and land? Are the Moon Wolf Tribe our only enemies on this planet? No, all races regard us humans as aliens and slaves. If necessary, any alien race may kill or enslave us."
"By then, without Mr. Rong's help, how can we resist? We have no choice but to surrender everything and watch the foreigners kill our compatriots and abduct us to their land, where we will be driven by them for generations."
"Then, we will return to our previous life, which may even be worse than before! After all, with the example of the Moon Wolf Tribe, other races are afraid that we will also bring them death, so they will only enslave us more cruelly and harshly."
"Is this what you wanted?"
"No! No! No!" The crowd was furious and waved their arms and shouted loudly.
Some people even screamed: "If I go back to the way I was before, I would rather die!"
Qi Yang shouted loudly: "If we don't want to go back to that kind of life, we must master our own strength - not rely on Mr. Rong, but rely on our own strength to survive on this planet, and we must rely on ourselves to defeat our enemies!"
"We humans are not born with strong powers. Only the things Mr. Rong is teaching us now can give us the ability to survive and resist!"
"Don't doubt! Try your best to learn and master it!"
“It’s like a piece of land. Even though it looks like there’s nothing there now, as long as we work hard, we’ll be able to taste the harvest one day!”
