She Is Not a Witch Chapter 29: Fireside Boy
Emenas, the tower of the library.
This is the largest library in the college. Not only students from the Tower College, but students from other colleges will also come here to read books.
It was night, and there was peace in the reading room. 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.
As it gets dark, most of the students reading here go back to rest, and only a few people stay here.
Compared to borrowing books and returning to the dormitory, some students prefer to read books in the library because it is quieter and will not be disturbed, and it is more convenient to change books. Sometimes in order to write things, 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 young man with burgundy hair sits at a desk, one side of his body is slightly heated by the fire, holding a pen in his hand, and occasionally writing on light brown thick paper When painting, there is a rustling sound, sometimes frowning, as if thinking hard, and then sighing and giving up, putting the book down, in a daze.
Whenever he was in a daze, on the other side of the reading room, a figure who was also reading a book would unknowingly draw his gaze.
The young girl is also sitting in a corner of a desk reading a book, with a soft blanket on her knees, covering her body. This girl has hazy silver and snow hair and a pair of blue eyes under her long eyelashes. Hitomi, as quiet as a lake.
She seemed to be flipping through some past historical books, and she was unhappy. The thick and large book was spread out on the table in front of her, making a slight rubbing sound as she flipped it.
The night is getting deeper, and there are fewer and fewer people in the reading room. In the end, only three people stayed here.
Perhaps tired of watching, this 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, scattered orange lights on the ground are dotted like little stars. Sometimes some students fly by at low altitude and make a cheerful shout.
Looking at the scenery in front of him, the young man's mood slowly calmed down, and the fatigue of thinking these days has been relieved. After staying for a while, he went back to the reading room again, flipping through the classics about the deeds of great men, trying to find something out of them.
The pen in my hand once again wrote and recorded diligently in the notebook, so that time slowly passed.
In the middle of the night, the other two people in the reading room, the girl was still reading, while the other was lying on the table and breathing slowly. Fortunately, the sound was not too 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 he did not go out again, but looked at the fireplace on the side, slightly startled, and the flames in his sight gradually Vague.
In the dim consciousness, everything seems to have returned to the distant past.
It was a warm summer.
He is holding the small wooden sword cut by his father, playing not far from home, sprinting, chasing dragonflies and butterflies.
The body leaped high and then fell. He could stom on the rough bark, grab the protruding branches with his hands, and swing around in the air, just because it was fun.
Occasionally playing with other friends, he will also be a great hero, destroy the big bad guys who do harm to the world, and then save the world.
He never thinks about why he wants to do this, just because it is so powerful and cool, making every cell in his body feel excited and happy.
Hahaha, I am the hero of punishment and evil! I cheered so much when I was playing with my companions, and I never got tired of it.
Even though he gets dirty sometimes and gets scolded by his mother when he comes home, he still does it.
Is there anything more exciting in this world than being a hero? Surely not, he has always thought so.
For this reason, he desperately finds his father to learn swordsmanship, and runs every day. As a hero, he can't be slow. Many people are waiting for him.
The time passed slowly, and the child in the memory grew older.
Everything seemed unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
He used to think that he was an omnipotent father, but he was just an **** for people, not a great profession. Although he has developed a good martial arts and strength, he has become the best among his friends. But he didn't know who to defeat with his sword.
If there is no target for swinging the sword, what's the point of his exercise?
If you want to be a hero, you must defeat a bad guy or a villain, so that the world will become better.
But who is the bad guy?
Are the ruffians in the country? Such people have long been taught by him.
Is it the wild boar that broke the fence in the neighboring village? Such a guy is just a prey, even if it is defeated, it will not cause any fundamental changes.
Are they those who bully others at will? Such a person is indeed a badass, and he should be the defender of fairness and order.
Some years have passed like this.
He found that absolute fairness does not exist. People with good backgrounds and good-looking looks can get some special treatment.
Teachers will prefer a certain good-looking student. Adults will give those sweet-mouthed people some extra benefits. When doing some scattered work, the boss will also give more money because of his father's reputation.
He himself is the beneficiary in this environment, just like the words of his peers, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is wealthy, and he has good teacher guidance, so he can easily beat those on the field Students of average family background.
And among those people, some of them may not be inferior to their talents, but they are just short of opportunities.
The so-called fairness, its standards are too rigid and overwhelming, and it has been difficult to become a belief in his heart.
So what about everything that I did?
Is the purpose of swinging the sword only for self-interest? In that case, what is the difference from the villain whom I dreamed of defeating when I was a child?
Everything seems to be back to the original point.
He became what he dreamed of when he was a child. Entering Emenas, he is the envy of the people in his hometown. He has gradually gained a certain strength. Although he is not the top, he has reached his own extraordinary. expected.
But while holding a sharp sword in his hand, the dragon chasing to be defeated dissipated like smoke.
How can I become a hero? Perhaps this world does not need so-called heroes.
He looked at the flame in the fireplace, 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 standing by, picking up the paper on the ground and putting it on the table again.
Looking at the black color at the edges of the paper, the young man realized that he accidentally touched it after falling asleep, causing it to fall by the fire, and then picked up by the girl.
"Sorry, I fell asleep." He stood up and thanked 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's complexion was daunting and he just wanted to find a place to hide.
Looking at the young man's helpless look, the girl smiled slightly.
"In fact, many people have experienced this kind of experience, but the degree is different."
"Hero is indeed an enviable word if you want to say that you are respected and admired. In fact, it can be regarded as everyone's recognition of a certain person or deed."
"Actually, this is like a kind of feedback. You have done things that can improve the lives of many people and make everyone better, and everyone will be grateful to call you a hero."
"It's a kind of compliment from the heart."
"But praise cannot be the goal of your life~IndoMTL.com~It is more of a by-product of certain achievements or careers."
"I don't know what kind of hero you want to be, but if there is something you want to do that can make everyone happy and better, then do it."
"If you are tired halfway, you can also take a break. The praise of heroes is certainly 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."
"Excuse me, maybe I said something strange, it's just a testimony from another kid when he grows up."
Looking at the girl's departure, the young man sat at the desk by the fire, quietly for a long time, then put the paper with dazzling handwriting into the fireplace and watched it slowly burn.
Now he is no longer confused in his heart.
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