Chapter 452

Ermenas, library tower.

This is the largest library in the college. Not only students from gaota college, but also students from other colleges come here to look up books.

It's night. The reading room is peaceful. The fire in the fireplace is burning quietly. Only a small crack sounds occasionally, which reminds a few students that the fire is still burning.

As it gets dark, most of the students who read here go back to have a rest, and only a few stay here.

Some students prefer to read books in the library rather than borrow books to go back to their dormitories, because it's quiet and undisturbed, and it's convenient to change books. Sometimes in order to write things, you need to look up many categories, and it's very inconvenient to borrow books to go back to the dormitory.

In a corner of the reading room, a young man with wine red hair was sitting at his desk. One side of his body was slightly heated by the fire. He was holding a pen in his hand and occasionally wrote and drew on the light brown thick paper. There was a rustling sound. Sometimes his brows were wrinkled, as if he was meditating. Then he sighed and gave up. He put down the book and was stunned.

And whenever in a daze, on the other side of the reading room, a figure who is also reading will unconsciously attract his eyes.

The girl is also sitting in the corner of a desk reading, knee is also covered with a soft blanket, the girl has hazy silver snow hair, long eyelashes under a pair of blue eyes, as quiet as a lake.

She seems to be looking through some historical books and records in the past. She is not happy to read them. The thick books are spread out on the table in front of her. As she turns, she makes a slight friction sound.

As the night went on, there were fewer and fewer people in the reading room. In the end, only three people remained here.

Perhaps tired of watching, the young man with red hair came out of the reading room, walked through the inner circular steps of the library, and came to a ventilated balcony.

Looking at the campus under the night sky, the scattered orange lights on the earth are dotted like small stars. Occasionally, some students fly by at low altitude, making a burst of cheery shouts.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young man's mood gradually calmed down, and his fatigue of thinking these days has been relieved. After a while, he went back to the reading room again, looking through the classics about the deeds of great men, trying to find something from them.

Hands of the pen again in the notebook diligent writing and recording, so time slowly passed.

In the middle of the night, there were two other people in the reading room. The girl was still reading, while the other one was lying on the table, and there was a slow breathing sound. Fortunately, the sound was not very loud, similar to the fire in the fireplace.

After turning over many pages, the young man gradually felt a sense of loss and put down the book again. This time, instead of going out again, he looked at the fireplace beside him and was stunned slightly, and the fire light in his sight was gradually blurred.

In the hazy consciousness, it seems that everything has returned to the distant past.

It was a warm summer.

He took the small wooden sword cut by his father and played not far from home, whistling and running, chasing dragonflies and butterflies.

When he jumps up and down, he can step on the rough bark with one foot, grasp the outstretched branch with his hand, and swing up and down in the air, just because it's fun.

Once in a while, when he plays with other little friends, he also wants to be a great hero, eliminate the bad guys who make trouble in the world, and then save the world.

He never thought about why he did it, just because it was so powerful and cool that every cell in his body felt excited and happy.

Hahaha, I'm the hero of punishing evil! When playing with friends, I cheered and enjoyed it.

Even though he got dirty sometimes and was scolded by his mother at home, he would still do it.

Is there anything more exciting than being a hero in this world? Certainly not. He always thought so.

For this reason, he tried his best to find his father to learn swordsmanship. He ran every day. As a hero, his speed can't be slow. Many people are waiting for him.

As time goes by, the child in memory grows up.

Everything seemed strange and uncomfortable.

He once thought that he was an omnipotent father, but he was just a guard, not a great career. Although he has developed a good martial arts and strength, he has become the best among his friends. But I don't know who to beat with my own sword.

What's the point of his training if he doesn't have the goal of wielding the sword?

If you want to be a hero, you must defeat some villain or villain, so that the world will be better.

But who are the bad guys?

Is it a country ruffian? He's taught people like that a long time ago.

Is it the boar that broke the fence in the neighboring village? Such a guy is just a prey. Even if he is knocked down, it will not cause any fundamental change.

Are they people who bully others at will? Such a person is indeed a villain. He wants to be a defender of fairness and order.

Some more years have passed.

He found that absolute fairness does not exist. Those with good families and good looks can get some preferential treatment.

Teachers will be partial to a good-looking students, adults will give those who are sweet mouthed some extra benefits, do some scattered work, the boss will also because of his father's reputation, give more money.

He himself is the beneficiary of this kind of environment, just like the words of his peers, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is rich, and he has good teachers' guidance, so he can easily surpass those students from ordinary families in the competition.

Among those people, some are not necessarily less gifted than themselves. They are just a little short of opportunities.

The standard of so-called fairness is too rigid and overflowing to be his belief.

So what do you do?

Is the purpose of wielding a sword only for self-interest? In that case, what's the difference between it and the villain you dreamed of overthrowing when you were a child.

Everything seems to be back to the origin.

He became what he dreamed of when he was a child. When he entered ermenas, he was the envy of his hometown. He gradually gained a certain strength. Although he was not the top, he also achieved his expectations beyond the ordinary.

But with a sharp sword in hand, the Dragon chasing to be defeated dissipated like smoke.

How to be a hero? Maybe the world doesn't need heroes.

He looked at the fire in the fireplace, and the thoughts in his mind kept circling, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

After a long time, a slight noise made him wake up. The girl who was reading before was picking up the paper on the ground and putting it on the table again.

Looking at the black color on the edge of the paper, the young man realized that he accidentally touched it after he fell asleep and let it fall to the fire. Then the girl picked it up.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He stood up to thank the girl.

"Nothing." The silver haired girl shook her head, then looked at the messy notes on the paper and asked.

"You seem to be upset about something."

"Ah, this..." looking at the words like "hero" and "justice" on the paper, the young man was very shy and just wanted to find a place to hide.

Looking at the young man at a loss, the girl smiles.

"In fact, many people have had such experience, but the degree is different."

"If you want to talk about being respected and admired, hero is really an enviable word. In fact, it can be regarded as the recognition of someone or something. "

"In fact, it's like a kind of feedback. If you do something that can improve the lives of many people and make them better, you will be called a hero gratefully."

"It's a kind of heartfelt compliment."

"But praise can't be your goal in life. It's more a byproduct of some achievement or career."

"I don't know what kind of hero you want to be, but if there's something you want to do that can make everyone happy and better, do it."

"If you are tired on the way, you can also have a rest. Although the praise of heroes is attractive, your life is also very important. I hope this kind of praise can become an embellishment of your life, not a heavy burden."

"I'm sorry, maybe I said some strange things, just as another child grew up

Watching the girl go away, the young man sat at the desk by the fire, quiet for a long time, then put the paper with confused handwriting into the fireplace and watched it burn slowly.

Today, he is no longer confused.