Ember Gun

  Chapter 179 Warrior of Love

   "Hello teacher!"

   "Hello classmates!"

  The conversation in the carriage was shaken by these two voices. Regardless of the eyes of the people around, the two people were crazy singing and dancing, pushing their cups and changing their cups.

  After the excitement, Oscar seemed to think of something, he said.

   "By the way, this is Buscarlo, my friend, a doctor."

  As he said, he introduced Buscalo to the side, and saw an embarrassing grin on his face. Lorenzo shouted first before he could say anything.

   "Nice to meet you! Mr. Buscalo."

   Kindly stretched out his hand, but Lorenzo's face was full of killing intent, and he looked like "Killing you if you talk too much".

  Buskalo nodded tremblingly, and replied, it’s nice to meet you.

Happy?

  Well, it is indeed worthy of joy. At least this time, Lorenzo, who is crazy, didn't put that **** shotgun on his head.

   Thinking like this, Buscalo touched his bald forehead and wiped his sweat.

  He still remembers the scene when he saw Lorenzo before, every time it was full of drama, but interestingly, the girl he brought was different every time.

   "You don't look good, don't you?"

  Oscar looked at his friend, the guy's face was reddish and sweaty.

   "Maybe the air is relatively stuffy!"

  Lorenzo answered directly, throwing a look at Buscalo by the way.

  Buscarlo was shocked first, then nodded vigorously.

   "Yes, the air should be relatively stuffy."

  In order to keep warm, the entire carriage is closed and the temperature is comfortable, but it is a bit uncomfortable to get to Buscarlo.

   "By the way, I didn't expect to see you again, Lorenzo, did you drop out of school?"

  After a brief introduction, Oscar exclaimed.

  At that time, Lorenzo was a well-known figure in the academy, but he suddenly disappeared one day, and there was no news.

His name is not on the list, and there are no traces of him in various records. He only exists in the memory between teachers and students. If it hadn’t been for several handwritten assignments to prove that he did exist, Oscar would even think it would It was all people who had some kind of collective illusion.

   "Reluctantly...really."

  Lorenzo answered vaguely.

  At that time, Lorenzo went to school every day in order to learn some weird things. After learning something, he would leave mysteriously.

  It is reasonable to say that he will not have any intersection with those people, but today is really a surprise.

"Um?"

  Oscar stared at Lorenzo's face, and after a short pause, he didn't ask much.

Maybe in his opinion Lorenzo is the child of some big people. Those guys always do this. They hide their names and identities and send them to the school for further study, and then they leave without a sound. Such a gray list.

  Oscar wore a kind smile, but instead looked at Seleu.

  Lorenzo's heart tightened. After all, Seleu's identity was the future Duke of Stuart, and he didn't want her to be recognized.

"Who is this……"

   Oscar asked a little curiously, it may be that Seleu's thin presence is working, and then Oscar discovered the girl who had been silent.

"she is me……"

   "Seleu!"

  Seleu interrupted Lorenzo suddenly, she didn't give Lorenzo room to play.

   Is it saying that the deformed hostage relationship is finally about to break up? She yelled, and she might make everyone in the car think she was a kidnapper.

  Although the demon hunter hits the world with a nail sword in one hand, in case Seleucid something, Lorenzo may not be able to bear it morally.

  But the development of the situation immediately surprised Lorenzo.

   "Seleu, Seleu Holmes, I am his sister. I am glad to meet you."

   she said.

  Not only Lorenzo is shocked, Oscar is also shocked.

  The old guy looked at Lorenzo with a look of uncleaned stubble, then looked at Seleu, the girl was exquisite like a doll.

   couldn't help but shook his head, as if he was examining something, judging, and then sighed.

   "What are you sighing!"

  Lorenzo couldn't help but roar.

"it's okay no problem!"

   Oscar said quickly.

  Looking at the look of Lorenzo's claws, Seleu remembered the person Lorenzo had said to him before.

  A very sick teacher. Before teaching, he was a playwright and was keen on comedy. As long as you can amuse him, you can get high marks in his class.

"Hello!"

  Oscar shook Seleu's outstretched hand.

   "It is also a surprise to meet such a beautiful girl!"

   Holding the young hand, he felt like he was a little younger, and the old guy looked very happy.

   "Why are you here?"

   Lorenzo asked.

   "Travel."

  Oscar said.

  "Isn't this a tourist line?"

  Well, something went wrong on the question, but Oscar continued.

   "My creation has reached a bottleneck. I need some inspiration. I heard that the snow scene in the north is beautiful. I want to see it."

  Listening to his words, Lorenzo looked at Buscarlo, who noticed Lorenzo’s eyes, and Oscar continued talking.

   "It is inevitable that a person is a little boring. Just when Buscarlo was idle, I took him with him."

  He continued.

  "This is a poor ghost. His wife just divorced him and took away his daughter. He wanted to try to reconcile, but his ex-wife took the child back to his hometown."

  The expression in his eyes was pitiful, which reminded Lorenzo of the priests of the church, and they usually followed the phrase "poor child" when they showed this expression.

   "Bald, bloated, bad-tempered, no hope of promotion... I think it is difficult for him to get his wife back."

  The listener was sad, smelling tears, and Buscarlo just came over, but when he heard Oscar’s words, he couldn't help but feel sad, fell over again, leaning against the car window and breathing hard.

   "But, divorce is a good thing!"

  He patted Buscarlo's shoulder vigorously.

   "After all, divorce is for marriage!"

  Oscar laughed loudly, unaware of what he had just done.

  Seleu was a little speechless. She began to understand why Lorenzo seemed to be excited and excited when she met him. This is not an academic appreciation or a kind of teaching, but just a like-minded relationship between the two neuroses.

  Like two abominable demons, they laughed happily in Ebuscaro’s sorrow.

  The two chatted and talked about the past. In Lorenzo's mouth, Oscar was the mentor and mentor, and he was so talented.

  In Oscar’s mouth, Lorenzo’s image is upright, respecting teachers, loving children, caring about classmates, working actively, and the whole person has a positive energy that can be selected as one of the ten outstanding young people of Inervig.

Seleu didn't know how true or false it was, but in the past few minutes, the two of them showed their bad personalities to the fullest.

   "What story could this be?"

  After laughing, Lorenzo suddenly asked seriously.

  He is very curious about what story Oscar will write this time. After all, his works are very well received, and even Lorenzo himself likes it very much.

   "The me you know must be a cheerful comedy!"

  The old guy answered with a grin.

   "Comedy?"

  Lorenzo looked sad after hearing this.

"what happened?"

  In Seleuc’s perception, comedy is a happy thing, but Lorenzo doesn’t seem to be happy.

   "Because the core of comedy is tragedy, child."

   said the old guy.

  Oscar is rare to be serious, his voice is calm, he has such a sort of teacher appearance.

  "Have you read my story?"

   he asked.

  Seleu thought carefully, the name Oscar Wilde kept echoing in her mind, she had an impression, and her thoughts brought her back a long time ago.

  At that time, she had just arrived in Old Dunling and had just become the child of the Stuart family.

  Seleu remembered that time when the wild cat on the roadside was thrown into the magnificent palace. She panicked to death and ran rampant, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out.

  Later, she gradually adapted to it. Yawei taught him for a long time because she was illiterate. She remembered that there was a book she read when she was studying.

   "The Nightingale and the Rose?"

   Seleuc said tentatively.

  The old guy's expression was stunned, and then he couldn't help sighing.

   "You have actually seen it!"

  This reaction was a bit beyond Seleuc’s expectation. He seemed very unconfident in the work. Then Lorenzo explained to her.

   "His story is... special, you can feel it when you read it."

  Seleu nodded. It was a good story, like a fairy tale, but it didn't have a happy ending, which made people sad.

"Yeah, that's it. Everyone likes consummated stories, beautiful stories, and the most important thing to please readers, but he likes to contend with the world and write some nasty tragedies, so his works are unpopular and few people read them. ."

  Lorenzo said and looked at Oscar.

   "What does that phrase you often say comes from."

  The old guy thought for a while, and then followed Lorenzo's thoughts.

   "A young man in his twenties who has no job will most likely think of himself as a writer."

   "Yes, yes! That's it!"

  They talked and laughed.

   "But Lorenzo, that was when I was young, I'm almost fifty now, and I still have a job."

  The old guy emphasized.

   "Isn't it because you can't go on writing books?"

   "People want to eat after all!"

  The two laughed tacitly again. This is no longer like-minded, it's just a mess.

   "There is no way, people have to make compromises, otherwise I will starve to death, then the story will really end, I don't think there are still people who can inherit my love and beauty."

  After the laughter, the old guy said with a sigh.

   "But... why do you write tragedies? Don't you like comedies?"

   Seleuc asked somewhat unclearly.

She still remembers what Lorenzo said, the old guy in front of him is a comedy madman, and from his words and deeds, he is really a very happy person. Such a person would write such a story. Dare to believe it.

   "Because only if you have experienced the beauty, can you bear to break it."

  He said slowly.

   "Emotions are the strongest force, and sadness is the most violent."

  The old guy looked serious.

  "The tragedy ended with a tragic ending. The intense pain is remembered by everyone, like an unhealable scar."

  "But it is because it is so strong that it can reflect its beauty, just like those numb people like to abuse themselves to feel the existence of ‘alive’."

  At this time, Lorenzo whispered softly.

   "Hold tight, little Nightingale, otherwise it will dawn before Qiangwei is finished."

  Seleu remembered this sentence, it was the words of the big tree in that story.

The boy wanted a red rose. In order to fulfill his wish, the little nightingale would dye the flower red with blood before dawn, but the day was about to dawn, and the red rose was still incomplete, so the tree urged it to stay closer. Squeeze more blood.

   "The darker the light, the more you can feel the light, and the more sorrow, the clearer it is."

"what?"

   she asked.

   "Of course it is love!"

  The old guy was dancing with joy.

  "But you haven't even been married, Oscar, you also said that marriage is a chase of two stupid things!"

  Buskalo, who had slowed down the gods, roared.

  "I have never been married and I appreciate this kind of relationship? Before you care about me, you still think about paying their living expenses every month!"

  The old guy fought back fiercely.

  "Some people fight for wealth, some people fight for power...Of course, there are too many such things, what glory, history, and even some people will fight for sweet or spicy food."

  Oscar Wilde righteously said.

  "For me, I fight for love, and I am the warrior of love!"

   "But this is still a sad story."

   She whispered, thinking of this story again now has a different feeling.

   is simply a black fairy tale, the tree has lost its beloved little nightingale, and the little nightingale’s efforts are meaningless.

  At this moment, it was a bit similar. Seleuc was about to die for Lorenzo's hell-wish. It had nothing to do with love or sorrow. It was just a lunatic’s self-destruction.

   "So, everyone doesn't care about this. Poor love has become something that innocent people can say."

  After the excitement, there was a bit of decadent loneliness, the old guy sighed.

  “Sometimes I feel that the world becomes weird, holding my heart’s love, but being laughed at.”

  It’s quite sad, but it’s not so sad to say it from his mouth. He has been alive for a long time, but his mentality is like a child, shouting strange things, fighting for what he doesn’t own.

   "Yeah... we should go now, Seleu."

  Lorenzo looked at his pocket watch and said suddenly.

  Seleuc didn’t understand, they were already in the car, where else would they go?

   "It looks like you are very busy. Just like before, you left suddenly."

   said the old guy.

   "Yes, life is always so busy, busy with work, busy with getting married, busy with dying."

  Lorenzo answered casually, and then stretched out his hand again.

   "Too busy to say goodbye... but it feels good to see you again."

"Yeah yeah!"

  The two neuroses are sympathetic to each other.

  Looking at Lorenzo’s leaving figure, Oscar was so lonely for a while. After all, not everyone would appreciate his work, and he hadn’t seen such an interesting student in a long time.

   "Well, if it weren't for the cleansing mechanism to get in first, he would definitely like me."

   sighed while talking about Oscar.

   "What a nice boy."

  Buscarlo was happy for Lorenzo’s departure, although he didn’t know what he did when he left suddenly, and it’s not clear where he could go except this train.

  But... he seems to have heard something he shouldn't hear.

  "What mechanism?"

  "What mechanism?"

  Oscar repeated his words, the puzzled and questioning eyes seemed to ask what you were talking about.

   "It's not...you said it"

  He wanted to explain something, but Oscar went on to say.

   "Have you heard hallucinations? As a doctor, you should care about your body!"

  The old guy vigorously held the divorced hapless ghost, the silver necklace swayed slightly between his neck, and the delicate pattern, the eyes wrapped in triangles quietly stared at the world.

  (End of this chapter)