This is the largest library in the college. Not only students from Tower College, but also students from other colleges come here to check out books.
It was already night, and the reading room was peaceful. The fire in the fireplace was burning quietly. Only the occasional small crackling sound reminded the few students in the room that the flame was still not extinguished.
As it gets dark, most of the students reading here have gone back to rest, with only a few staying here.
Some students prefer reading in the library rather than borrowing books back to the dormitory because it is quieter here and will not be disturbed. It is also more convenient to change books. Sometimes in order to write something, you need to check many categories and borrow books back to the dormitory.
If so, it would be very inconvenient.
In the corner of the reading room, a young man with burgundy hair sat at the desk. One side of his body was slightly heated by the fire. He held a pen in his hand and occasionally wrote and drew on the light brown thick paper.
There was a rustling sound, and sometimes he would frown, as if he was thinking hard, and then he would sigh and give up, put the book down, and be in a daze.
Whenever he was in a daze, a figure who was also reading a book on the other side of the reading room would unconsciously attract his attention.
The girl was also sitting in the corner of a desk reading, with a soft blanket on her knees covering her body. The girl had hazy silver hair and a pair of azure eyes under her long eyelashes.
The lake is as peaceful as a lake.
She seemed to be flipping through some historical books from the past. She was reading unhappily. The thick big book was spread out on the table in front of her, making a slight scraping sound as it was turned.
As the night progressed, there were fewer and fewer people in the reading room, and finally only three people remained here.
Perhaps tired of reading, the burgundy-haired young man walked out of the reading room, walked through the internal circular stairs 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 small stars. Occasionally, some students fly over at low altitude and let out a burst of joyful shouts.
Looking at the scenery in front of him, the young man's mind gradually 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 classics that told the deeds of great men, and wanted to learn from them.
Find something.
The pen in my hand is writing and recording diligently in the notebook again, so time passes slowly.
At midnight, there were two other people in the reading room, the girl was still reading, while the other one was lying on the table and breathing slowly. Fortunately, the sound was not loud, and was about the same as 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 firelight in his sight gradually blurred.
In the hazy consciousness, everything seemed to have returned to the distant past.
It was a warm summer.
He was playing not far from home with a small wooden sword whittled by his father, running around chasing dragonflies and butterflies.
His body jumped high and then fell. He could kick one foot on the rough bark of the tree, grab the outstretched branches with his hands, and swing back and forth in the air, just because it was fun.
Occasionally playing with other friends, he also wants to be a powerful hero, destroy the bad guys who bring harm to the world, and then save the world.
He never thought about why he did it, just because it was awesome and cool, and it made every cell in his body feel excited and happy.
Hahaha, I am the great hero who punishes rape and eliminates evil! I cheered so much when I played with my companions and never tired of it.
Even though he sometimes got dirty and was scolded by his mother when he got home, he would still do it.
Is there anything more exciting in this world than being a hero? There is definitely not, he has always thought so.
For this reason, he worked hard to learn swordsmanship from his father and went running every day. As a hero, he must not be slow. There are many people waiting for him.
Time passes slowly, and the child in memory gradually grows older.
Everything seemed strange and uncomfortable.
He once thought that his father was omnipotent, but he was just a guard for others, not a great profession. Although he had developed good martial arts and strength and became a leader among his friends, he was not.
Know who to defeat with your sword.
What's the point of exercising if there's no purpose for swinging the sword?
If you want to be a hero, you must defeat a bad guy or villain, so that the world will become a better place.
But who is the bad guy?
Are they a gangster from the countryside? He has taught him a lesson long ago.
Is it the wild boar that broke down the fence in the neighboring village? Such a guy is just prey, and even if it is defeated, it will not cause any fundamental changes.
Are they those who bully others at will? Such people are indeed bad guys, and they must uphold fairness and order.
Some more years passed like this.
He discovered that absolute fairness does not actually exist. Those with a good family background, good looks, and those who are particularly talkative will receive some preferential treatment.
Teachers will prefer a certain good-looking student, and adults will give those who are sweet-mouthed some extra benefits. When doing odd jobs, the boss will also give him more money because of his father's reputation.
He himself is a beneficiary of this environment. Just like what his peer said, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is wealthy, and he has good teachers to guide him, he can easily beat those from ordinary families on the field.
student.
And among those people, some may not be less talented than myself, but they just lack opportunities.
The so-called fairness standards are too rigid and widespread, and it has become difficult for him to adhere to his beliefs.
So why do you do everything you do?
Is the purpose of wielding the sword only for self-interest? In that case, how is it different from the villains I dreamed of defeating when I was a child?
Everything seems to be back to where it started.
He became what he dreamed of when he was a child. After entering Emenas, he was the envy of his hometown people. He also gradually gained a certain level of strength. Although he was not at the top, he exceeded his expectations.
But while holding the sharp sword in his hand, the evil dragon he was chasing to defeat disappeared like smoke.
How can one become a hero? Maybe the world does not need so-called heroes.
He looked at the flames in the fireplace, thoughts swirling in his mind, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
After a long time, a slight noise woke him up. The girl who was reading before was picking up the papers on the ground and putting them on the table again.
Looking at the blackening of the edges of the papers, the young man realized that he accidentally touched them while sleeping and let them fall to the fireside, where they were 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 worried about something."
"Ah, this..." Looking at the words "hero" and "just" on the paper, the young man looked pale and wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Seeing the young man's helpless look, the girl smiled slightly.
"Actually, many people have had this kind of experience, but the degree is different."
"If you want to talk about respect and admiration, hero is indeed an enviable word. In fact, it can be regarded as everyone's recognition of a certain person or deeds."
"Actually, this is like a kind of feedback. If you do something that can improve the lives of many people and make everyone better, everyone will be grateful and call you a hero."
"It's a compliment from the bottom of my heart."
"But praise cannot be the goal of your life, it is more a by-product of some achievement or career."
"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 get tired in the middle, you can take a rest. Praise from heroes is certainly attractive, but your own life is also important. I hope this kind of praise can become an embellishment in your life, rather than a heavy burden."
"I'm sorry, maybe I said something strange. Let's just treat it as another child's speech when he grows up."
Watching the girl go away, the young man sat at the desk by the fire and stayed quiet for a long time. Then he put the papers with messy handwriting into the fireplace and watched them burn slowly.