After thinking for a while, he sat up and said: "I have decided, I want to become a spiritual master!"

Ding Xiaoyi stood aside and looked at him quietly.

"I'm serious. The world outside is big and exciting. Human life is so short, why not live a more exciting life!"

Beckett stood up and patted the grass and dirt off his butt.

"I want to see the outside world, the sea and the New World. I also want to be a knight and use my sword to protect my glory! As for after death, that shit is what happens after I die. Follow me again

what is the relationship!"

When Beckett said this, his face turned red for a moment, just like a student's wish for his future.

Regarding Beckett's choice, Ding Xiaoyi did not interrupt, nor did he give encouragement or worry.

Because this is his choice and has nothing to do with him.

But as a friend, Ding Xiaoyi patted Beckett on the shoulder: "Well, I wish you good luck!"

"Hmph! If you tell me, I feel very lucky just thinking about it!"

After Beckett finished speaking, he thought of Li Qing again and didn't know how this guy was doing now.

The next time he comes to make up for the training, no one will be as kind as me to comfort him.

Because tomorrow is the last day.

There is no curfew tonight.

The old man in the kitchen quietly prepared a dumpling for everyone.

This was also the last farewell gift he silently prepared for these newcomers.

A copy of the same dumplings was also placed on Redding's desk.

Looking at the old man in the kitchen in front of him, Lei Ding smiled bitterly: "When I go out to make dumplings, I go home to make noodles. Mr. Chen, you are very attentive."

The uncle, whom Redding called Mr. Chen, nodded: "I'm retiring, I can't bear to do it."

As he said that, he also took out a dumpling from the lunch box.

There is also a dish of vinegar.

"I haven't been back for thirty years, so it's my turn to make these dumplings."

For a person who has lived here for more than 30 years, this is his home. He goes out to make dumplings and comes home to make noodles.

I don’t know where my next meal of noodles will be.

"Do you have any plans??"

Lei Ding put down his chopsticks, carefully took out his treasured Yanghe wine, and poured a glass for Mr. Chen.

"I plan to... go out and have a look. I don't know how many of the old brothers from back then are still alive!"

Hearing this, Redding felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Just as he was about to say something, Mr. Chen waved his hand and stopped him, as if he knew exactly what Redding was going to say next.

A glass of strong wine went down the throat.

There were a few more thoughts in the cloudy eyes.

"You only have one life in ten years, and you can travel thousands of miles like a fluttering feather. You have an old Hu Chen appearance, and your clothes are brittle and windy..."

After drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Chen stood up and walked out.

Redding was left alone to sit there in a daze for a moment. From the table cabinet at hand, he saw that the bookcase contained basic books such as "Xinhua Dictionary".

After I took out a book called "Vernacular Poems" and flipped through the pages for a long time, I still couldn't find the source of this poem.
Chapter completed!