Chapter 29 The Fireside Boy

Emenas, the library tower.

This is the largest library in the college, not only the students of High Tower College, but also students from other colleges will come here to check books.

It was night, the reading room was peaceful, the flames in the fireplace were burning quietly, only the occasional small cracking sound reminded the few students in the room that the flames were still not extinguished.

After dark, most of the students reading here went back to rest, and only a few stayed here.

Compared with borrowing books back to the dormitory, some students prefer to read in the library, because it is quieter and will not be disturbed, and it is more convenient to change books at the same time. Sometimes in order to write something, you need to look up many categories, and it is very inconvenient to borrow books back to the dormitory.

In a corner of the reading room, a burgundy-haired young man was sitting at the desk, one side of his body was slightly warmed by the fire, holding a pen in his hand, occasionally writing and drawing on light brown thick paper, There was a rustling voice, and sometimes he frowned, as if he was thinking hard, and then sighed and gave up, put the book down, and became dazed.

And whenever he was in a daze, on the other side of the reading room, a figure who was also reading a book would unknowingly attract his attention.

The girl was also sitting in the corner of a desk reading a book, with a soft blanket on her knees, covering her body. This girl has hazy silver hair and a pair of blue eyes under her long eyelashes. As peaceful as a lake.

She seemed to be flipping through some historical books from the past, and she didn't like it very much. The thick large book was spread out on the table in front of her, and as she flipped it, she made a slight rubbing sound.

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

Perhaps tired of watching, the burgundy-haired young man walked out of the reading room, walked through the inner circular staircase of the library, and came to a breathable balcony.

Looking at the campus under the night sky, the scattered orange lights on the ground are dotted like little stars. Occasionally some students fly by at a low altitude, making a cheerful shout.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young man's mood slowly calmed down, and the fatigue of thinking these days was relieved. After staying for a while, he returned to the reading room again, flipping through the books about the deeds of great men, trying to find something from them.

The pen in his hand is diligently writing and recording on the notebook again, so time passes slowly.

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

After turning over many pages, the young man gradually felt a sense of loss, and put the book down again. This time, he did not go out again, but looked at the fireplace beside him, slightly stunned, and the fire in his sight gradually blurred.

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

It was a warm summer.

Holding a small wooden sword sharpened by his father, he played not far from home, running whirring, chasing dragonflies and butterflies.

Leaping high and falling, he could stomp on the rough bark, grab the outstretched branch with his hands, and swing in the air just because it was fun.

Occasionally play with other friends. He also wants to be a great hero, eliminate the big bad guys who are causing the world, and then save the world.

He never wondered why he did it, just because it was awesome, cool, and excited and happy in every cell of his body.

Hahaha, I am the hero who punishes the evil and eliminates evil! Cheering like this while playing with my mates, I never get tired of it.

He does it even though he gets dirty sometimes and gets scolded by his mother when he gets home.

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

For this reason, he desperately found his father to learn swordsmanship, and went for a run every day. As a hero, his speed must not be slow. Many people are waiting for him.

Time passed slowly, and the children in the memory slowly grew bigger.

Everything seemed unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

He used to think that the omnipotent father, but he was just a bodyguard, not a great profession. Although he has cultivated a good martial arts and strength, he has become a leader among his friends. But he didn't know who to defeat with his sword.

What's the point of exercising if he doesn't have the goal of swinging his sword?

If you want to be a hero, you must defeat some bad guy or villain, and the world will be better.

But who is the bad guy?

Is it a country ruffian? Such people have long been taught by him.

Is it the wild boar that broke down the fence in the neighboring village? Those guys are just prey, and even if they are defeated, they won't cause any fundamental changes.

Is it the people who bully others at will? Such a person is indeed a bad guy, and he wants to maintain fairness and order.

Some more years have passed.

He found that absolute fairness does not exist. People with good family background and good looks can especially get some preferential treatment.

Teachers will favor a certain good-looking student, adults will give some extra benefits to those with sweet mouths, and when doing odd jobs, the boss will also give more money because of his father's reputation.

He himself is the beneficiary of this environment, just like what that peer said, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is rich, and he has a good teacher to guide him, so he can easily outperform those from ordinary families on the field. study

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And among those people, some of them are not necessarily less talented than themselves, but they just have a little chance.

The so-called fairness, its standard is too rigid and excessive, it has been difficult to become the belief that he insists on.

So why do you do everything yourself?

Is the purpose of swinging the sword only for self-interest? If so, what is the difference between him and the villain he dreamed of defeating when he was a child?

Everything seems to be back to where it started.

He became what he dreamed of when he was a child, and when he entered Emenas, he was the envy of his hometown. He also gradually gained a certain strength. Although he could not be called the top, he also exceeded his expectations.

But while holding the sharp sword, the evil dragon that was chasing to be defeated dissipated like smoke.

What exactly does it take to be a hero? Maybe the world doesn't need so-called heroes.

He looked at the flames in the fireplace, the thoughts in his mind kept circling, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, a slight noise woke him up. The girl who was reading a book was beside him, picking up the paper on the ground and placing it on the table again.

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

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He stood up and thanked the girl.

"It's nothing." The silver-haired girl shook her head, then looked at the messy notes on the paper and asked.

"You seem to be troubled by something."

"Ah, this..." Looking at the words like 'hero' and 'justice' on the paper, the young man's face was sullen, and he just wanted to find a crack to hide in.

Seeing the young man's helpless appearance, the girl smiled slightly.

"Actually, many people have had such experiences, but the degree is different."

"If you want to be respected and admired, a hero is indeed an enviable word. In fact, this can be regarded as everyone's recognition of a certain person or deed."

"Actually, it's like a kind of feedback. If you do something that can improve the lives of many people and make everyone better, everyone will gratefully call you a hero."

"It's a kind of compliment from the heart."

"But praise can't be your goal in life, it's more of 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 makes everyone happy and better, then do it."

"If you are tired in the middle, you can take a break. The praise of heroes is attractive, but your own life is also very important. I hope this praise can become an embellishment of your life, rather than a heavy burden."

"I'm sorry, maybe I said something strange, and it's a testimonial from another child when he grows up."

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

Now, his heart is no longer confused.

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