Zhou Ping's body trembled slightly, and he looked into Zuo Qing's eyes.
Zuo Qing cleared his throat and said slowly in Ye Fan's tone: "Zhou Ping, you don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to feel sorry for me. Changing my life is a decision I made on my own, and you don't have to take any responsibility for it.
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After my death, Zuo Qing will block the news of my life change and claim that it is a self-incarnation. No one will know that you are still alive, no one will pay attention to you, and no one will force you to perform any so-called duties.
You have died once for me, for Daxia, and now I give your life back to you. You can choose to be yourself and live the life you want.
In this life, you are no longer the Great Xia Sword Master, and you don’t have to live for anyone.
You can stay in that local restaurant, work as a waiter with peace of mind, find a kind and gentle woman, get married and start a family, you can do whatever you want...
If one day Daxia really encounters a crisis of extinction, maybe you can take action and help it within your ability...if you are willing."
After Zuo Qing finished speaking, Zhou Ping lowered his head and fell into silence.
Zuo Qing didn't say anything anymore. He just lowered his head and ate silently. After finishing the food and rice in the bowl, he left a few pieces of money on the table and stood up slowly.
"I have already brought Ye Fan's words. I will not disturb you again in the future. Goodbye."
After saying that, Zuo Qing turned around and pushed open the door of the restaurant, and disappeared into the alley.
Zhou Ping looked at the empty plates and bowls in front of him and did not get up to clean them up. He just sat there quietly, lost in thought.
He did not expect that he would come back in this form, nor did he expect that Ye Fan would sacrifice his own life in order to save him.
When he learned what happened from the mouths of several heroic spirits, he felt that his whole brain had turned into a ball of mush, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable... Sacrifice Ye Fan in exchange for his life, this was not what he wanted
of.
But, everything has already happened.
Zhou Ping's mind is very confused now.
The elegant fragrance of vegetables suddenly penetrated his nose, pulling his chaotic thoughts back. He turned his head and saw his third uncle standing beside him with two dishes and one soup.
"Third uncle..." Zhou Ping said blankly.
The third uncle calmly placed the dishes on the table in front of him, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and then sat down on the seat opposite him, holding the veteran cadre's tea cup and gently blowing the water floating in the cup.
heat.
"Eat, you've been away from home for so long, you probably miss the food at home, right?" he said with a smile.
Zhou Ping stared at the steaming dishes in front of him, feeling a little dazed. He took his chopsticks and nodded slightly.
"Um."
"eat more."
"good."
Zhou Ping picked up a few dishes with chopsticks and started eating.
Familiar environment, familiar people, familiar smell... For a moment, Zhou Ping even felt like he was back to a peaceful time a few months ago.
"Are you tired after working outside for such a long time?" Third uncle looked at Zhou Ping and asked.
"……tired."
"The outside world is always more tiring than at home." The third uncle paused, "Then, do you want to go back?"
Zhou Ping's hands holding the vegetables paused slightly.
"I... don't know." He said bitterly.
The third uncle held the teacup, looked at him for a long time, and grinned.
"Actually, my third uncle has already planned your future path before.
You don't like to talk, and you are clumsy at cooking. I guess you won't be able to inherit this restaurant in the future... The third uncle has already thought about it. When I make enough money and this restaurant is about to die, we will turn this restaurant into a restaurant.
Sold it, and then went to the suburbs to buy two small houses of 100 square meters.
One set is for you to find a wife, and the other set is for me to take care of myself in old age.
Once you have a house, you can work wherever you want, or work as a waiter in another place. You don't need to make too much money. Xijin is not a big city. You can make enough money to spend and marry a wife.
When the time comes, Third Uncle will go find those matchmakers in our village and find you a wife. She doesn’t have to be very good-looking, but she must be virtuous, able to take care of you, and be filial. After all, Third Uncle, I don’t have any children. When I get old,
When I'm alone, I can only count on you, the young couple.
In a few years, my third uncle, I will be at home by myself. When I have nothing to do, I will cook a few dishes. I will go next door with my roast chicken and beer to meet you and your young couple. Let’s have a drink and chat together, and help you take care of the kids by the way.
, isn’t this very comfortable?
We don’t want to make a lot of money or get ahead, we just want to live our lives peacefully..."
While Zhou Ping was eating the food, he imagined the future described by his third uncle, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
The third uncle took a sip of tea and continued:
"It's normal for young people to be confused when they encounter things. It always takes time to think, but the most important thing is to ask your own heart.
What I just said is just my third uncle's own fantasy. You are already so old, you no longer need to be bound by my ideas. You still have to walk your own path in the future.
If you want to stay and live your life peacefully, my third uncle can guarantee that you will not be wronged in this city;
If you want to leave and go out to make a living, Third Uncle may not be able to help you, but when you get tired of wandering and come back here... Third Uncle can still arrange everything for you."
The third uncle held the veteran cadre's tea cup and said confidently, as if at this moment he was no longer the owner of a small restaurant, but a big shot in Xijin City.
Zhou Ping finished all the food and put down his chopsticks. For some reason, his eyes were a little moist.
He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the door, complex colors flashing in his eyes.
Original intention...
He stretched out his hand and placed it gently on his chest, as if asking himself, what kind of life do you want?
It is to settle down in the suburbs of the city, marry a wife, have children, and live a peaceful life.
still……
At this moment, many images flashed through his mind.
In the dim underground garage, those people stood behind him, bowed deeply, and said in unison, "Ask the Great Xia Sword Master to kill the god";
In the mist, Lin Qiye and others shuttled in front of the two gods on clouds, telling him with a smile that there was no need to doubt or be afraid, because he was the one walking at the forefront of mankind;
In the magnificent Buddhist hall, the golden Buddha body sitting on the ground looked at the black coffin, smiling and saying nothing...
In his chest, the glazed heart beats powerfully. The body built for him, capable of carrying the power of the law, trembles slightly with the beating of the glazed heart, as if in anticipation of something.
After a while, Zhou Ping's eyes gradually brightened.
His heart, his body, his laws, and his sword...the reason why all of these exist is not for him to hide in the suburbs and spend the rest of his life in silence.
Everything about him was born to kill gods.
If you just bury your head in the ground, don't look at the crises that are close at hand, and want to survive this life alone... What is the difference between this and escaping reality?
Neither his sword heart nor his god-slaying body would agree.