Fu Badai looked at me and said word by word: "Don't come to him again from now on."

"What?"

As soon as I heard his words, I subconsciously felt my head heat up, as if a ball of fire suddenly ignited from the soles of my feet, and that fire immediately invaded my heart.

Almost subconsciously, I wanted to get angry, but when I looked at that old face and those dark eyes with no focus, I finally endured it and opened my mouth while holding back my words, but my tone was no longer very good.

Good: "You want me not to come to him again?"

"Not bad."

"..."

I gritted my teeth and looked at him, and suddenly sneered: "Mr. Fu Da, this master is really not easy to do. He does everything down to the smallest detail. Even this small personal relationship between children has to be decided for your students."

Fu Badai also smiled, but there was not much warmth in that smile: "Who made him the disciple I chose myself?"

My expression changed.

Having said this, he sighed, and his chaotic eyes turned to some empty areas outside the corridor. The white snow there reflected in his eyes, as if they were full of cold and clear light. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly

Said: "Do you still remember that when I was living in Xishan, I always wanted to plant sycamores?"

"..."

I was stunned, wondering why he suddenly mentioned what happened in Xishan again. Shouldn't he be telling me about Qinghan?

I thought about it and just nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"The weather in Shu is not good, it is always cold and damp, and the soil in the Western Mountains is not very good either. The seeds are easily soaked, so later I asked someone to send saplings." He smiled: "But what was sent was

Flower seedlings."

As he said that, he turned to me: "Your father said that in such a place, it is better to plant sycamores than flowers."

My face sank slightly.

As soon as some people or things were mentioned, the atmosphere became more and more tense, but Fu Badai still thought of himself and said: "I may not have a world full of peaches and plums in my life, but I have always planted some flowers and fruits. But some are.

If you don’t get it because you sow it, you have to settle for the next best thing; if you do it because others entrust you to do it, you let the old man do it..."

I had been listening in silence. At this time, I seemed to feel something. I raised my head and met those chaotic eyes and the clear light inside. He looked at me calmly, as if he was also looking into my eyes, and

I have seen the deepest part: "He is the only one who I want to plant."

"..."

My throat was a little dry. I struggled for a while and said hoarsely: "So?"

"So, I don't want to see this good seedling being pulled out halfway through its growth."

My face turned cold, and the anger that I couldn't express or vent swelled in my chest. After a long time, I said stiffly: "Then, what do you plan to let this seedling grow into?"

"..."

"Towering trees and pillars of talent?"

"..."

"How much can one person carry? Do you, and the emperor, really count on him to save the world, millions of people?" As I said that, I seemed to hear Nangong Lizhu in the Yangzhou Prison.

I couldn't help but sneer at what I said to myself and then look at my situation today, but this time, I was laughing at myself.

How much can one person carry?

Fu Badai blinked and looked at me, and said unhurriedly: "Why not?"

I frowned: "What?"

"In this world, there are indeed many people who will follow the trend and do what they should do according to the times; but there will always be some people who go against the trend, change the times, and do what they want to do."

"..."

"These people are very few, and they are madmen and fools in the eyes of most people."

"..."

"But, that doesn't mean there is none. Even if they are ridiculed by everyone as lunatics and fools, they will persist."

My voice was already trembling: "Do you think he is such a person?"

Fu Badai smiled and said: "I chose him as my disciple, naturally because he has extraordinary qualities that ordinary people don't have." At this point, he seemed to smile: "Otherwise, there are thousands of people in the world, why do you think so?

Did you kill him?"

Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to be able to feel that my face was getting uglier.

Before I could speak, Fu Badai continued: "His foundation is indeed not good and he learned too late. But Zhuge Kongming was already close when he came out of the mountain. Jiang Ziya was still fishing on the Weishui River when he was over sixty. What if it was later? Besides, his understanding

Very good. Over the years I have been teaching and educating people, apart from you and——" He paused, but did not say the name after all: "Except for you, I have rarely met such people."

"..."

"It's just that his life is not good."

I froze for a moment, and just when I was about to say something, I heard Fu Badai say: "At least, in Yangzhou, before you left him, his life was not very good."

When I heard this, my face darkened: "What do you mean by that?"

Fu Badai looked at me calmly: "Don't you understand yet?"

"..."

"Light, do you know how much effort it took me to get him to stand up?"

I was stunned. Every word he said was obviously very simple, but when combined with it, I felt like I didn’t understand anything: "What? What are you standing up for? He——"

"Qingqing, a person like him back then, lost his mother, lost his wife, lost his daughter, didn't even want a home, and just went on the road alone, how do you think he should feel?"

"..."

I only felt my heart being pinched hard, and there was an indescribable swelling and pain that spread, and even my limbs seemed to have lost consciousness.

What should he be feeling?

Why have I never thought about it?

All I can remember is that when we met again, on that misty morning in the bamboo forest, he stood in front of me, his eyes were cold, his expression was calm, and he said in the calmest and most indifferent expression and tone——
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"Suddenly I felt that I didn't want to trap myself there and wanted to go out for a walk, so I just left..."

Just leave.

He said this, and I believed it, but it turned out that it was not...

At this time, I seemed to suddenly realize that these words were not as plain as he said them.

I still believe in him too much, and it’s also because he has undergone earth-shaking changes when we meet again. He is so calm and strong, he can strategize in the court, and he can fight powerful enemies in the Juma Valley. He almost makes me forget

Well, back then, he was not Liu Qinghan, but Liu Saner, the most ordinary and ordinary fisherman. He had no knowledge, no support, and lost his mother in prison. I, my wife, also gave him the most

A heartbreaking blow, I lost Li'er and I, and even Queen Yin, who had always been crazy and relied on him, also disappeared. In that freezing and rainy winter, I left the place where I depended on for survival. Such a person went on the road.

, how lonely is his back, how desolate is his heart?

Rather than saying that he was going to walk around, it was a kind of self-exile.

Because everything is lost, because nothing matters anymore.

Thinking of this, I felt my eyes burning up and tears almost bursting out. I hurriedly reached out to cover my trembling lips.

Although Fu Badai couldn't see it, he seemed to be able to feel every change around him. He slowly turned his head towards me and sighed softly: "I don't mean to make you sad when I say this, I just want you to understand.

."

I raised my head and saw a blur of water in front of my eyes: "What do you understand?"

"The fate between you and him may have passed, or it may not have happened yet."

"..."

"But, it's not now."

"..."

"You and him, one wants to go north and the other wants to go south. They are completely opposite."

Quite the opposite. When I heard these four words, it was as if an alarm bell was ringing heavily in my ears. I just felt that my whole body was shocked and confused. I turned around and walked out in such a confused way. Just after taking two steps, I walked out again.

He looked back at Fu Badai with some confusion: "Did you think so too at the beginning?"

There seemed to be a crack in his calmness.

I continued to look at him: "Is this why you gave up?"

"..."

This time, it was his turn to be silent. From the time he entered Beijing to now, I have rarely seen such an expression on his face. Perhaps, people can take everything into their own hands, exactly, but there is only one thing: human beings

Uncontrollable.

After being silent for a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at me: "Tell me, what are feelings?"
To be continued...