Fu Badai is a well-known Confucian scholar in Shu, but what he learned and taught was not just Confucianism. His disciples only suffered, being pushed around by this erratic teacher every day, and suffered a lot.

Tears rolled back and forth in my eyes, as if they were about to fall, but I kept holding on. The man in my vision was blurred, but in a daze, there was no change from more than three years ago.

I said softly: "Then, have you ever blamed me over the years?"

"..."

He froze for a moment and looked at me blankly.

I took another step forward gently, tried my best to look at him through the water in front of me, and said softly: "Do you hate me?"

"..."

When I looked at him like this, he lowered his head in a panic and avoided my gaze. After a long silence, he spoke, but did not answer my question. Instead, he said in a long voice: "The teacher once told me a story.

Story. He said that there was an emperor who created the world and built a huge and vast palace. It was as gorgeous and extravagant as a palace in the sky. However, it was later burned down by those who resisted the emperor."

"..."

"The fire lasted for three months, and the color of heaven and earth changed. Think about it, what a terrible fire it was."

"..."

"However, even if it is so terrible, this fire has been extinguished long ago."

"..." My heart sank and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"The reason why I can talk to you here now is because..." He slowly raised his head and looked at me and said, "Master Yue, my fire has been extinguished long ago."

"..."

"I have forgotten."

Hearing this sentence, my tears suddenly fell down.

As soon as he saw my cry, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but halfway through, he froze there as if he suddenly woke up. My tears fell into the wooden bowl in his hand, and there was a clicking sound, as soft as a gust of wind.

It will blow away.

He and I both lowered our heads and looked at the rippling water patterns, distorting the figures of the two people reflected in it.

It seems like a twisted past, like these twisted years...

After a long time, he finally took his hand back and said softly: "I'm sorry."

"..." I shook my head silently, tears falling one after another. I wanted to raise my head and smile at him, but I kept crying. I could only say embarrassedly: "You are not sorry for me, no..."

"..."

"It's my own fault, it's my... fault."

I was crying and laughing at the same time. I wanted to say something more, but I was choked with sobs. Liu Qinghan just looked at me like this. After being silent for a long time, he gently turned his head to one side. He didn't look at me, but he didn't leave either.

, just standing there quietly like this, as if guarding my cry.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally calmed down slowly.

A handkerchief was handed to me.

I raised my head and looked at him, and saw him looking at me calmly. His eyes were like the bowl of clear water in his hand. There were no more ripples, but the tranquility and gentleness made people unable to stop lingering.

I took the handkerchief from him and heard him say softly: "I'm leaving first."

After I finished speaking, I felt a gust of wind blowing across my face, carrying its scent, but it disappeared so lightly, as if it had never existed.
Chapter completed!