Endless Debt.

Chapter 534 Innate Talent

The train rumbled forward without stopping. At the junction of a certain carriage, Irving looked at the vast night outside, feeling a little restless.

He lit the cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth again, and sucked it hard. With his previous experience, Irving looked much more proficient this time. When he exhaled thick smoke, he looked like a weather-beaten old smoker... But This is actually the first pack of cigarettes he has ever bought in his life.

Irwin frowned, looking at the half-burned cigarette in his hand, he realized that he still didn't like this kind of thing, so he threw it out casually, took out his pocket, and threw away the remaining half pack of cigarettes leave.

"I never smoked or drank alcohol when I was young," Irwin leaned against the shaky wall, "I feel that life is fragile, and these two things will undoubtedly accelerate our decline."

"Then how did you start trying these things now?" The girl stood opposite Irving and asked curiously.

"When people get old, it's like this. I want to try something that I didn't try when I was young. Anyway, my most youthful and energetic years have passed. Now I don't care much about it. .”

When Irving mentioned these things, it seemed as if time had overcome him, but it was only a temporary victory, and the decayed sense of oldness was fleeting in his body.

Turning to the last few pages of the notes, there is a dense list on it, most of which have been blacklined by Irving.

"Before I got on this train, I was briefly a rock singer, but the bar owners didn't like me very much."

Irwin sighed. He quite liked this attempt, but unfortunately the actual conditions did not allow it.

"Of course, in addition to wanting to try new things, I'm also curious about what else I can do."

"Why should you be curious about... what you can do?"

The girl showed puzzled eyes, and Irwin sighed. From the outside, the girl seemed to have just grown up, and only a corner of the grand world was revealed to her. It is normal for her not to understand what she said.

"Do you believe in talent?

For example, some people are born musicians with an absolute sense of pitch, some people are born painters with an absolute sense of color, and some people are born athletes. The speed he can easily achieve, others need a lot of strength to catch up. "

Irwin cited many examples in one breath.

The girl thought for a moment after hearing this, and nodded vigorously, "And then?"

"But that's the problem, no one knows what they're born to do.

A musician with perfect pitch may spend his entire life away from an instrument, but in some...something else.

The same is true for a painter, a strong athlete, who may feel that he is just a little stronger than others, and then excitedly go to the construction site to move bricks. "

Irwin asked the girl back, "What do you think of such a story?"

"It's a bit sad," the girl said.

"It's even sadder," Irwin went on, "that the musician touches the keyboard for the first time at the end of his life, and the painter picks up the paintbrush when he is dying."

Irwin told the sad side.

"Thinking about their feelings at that time, shock, obsession, and then grief, they must have thought that it was too late for them to reunite with their talents. If they had been in the morning for a few years, they might have made a difference. Today, in the meeting , just to add regret to them who are getting old."

Just like a traveler in the desert, his body was exposed to the scorching sun, evaporating all the water in his body, and he was bent like a mummy. When he completely gave up hope, he saw a clear lake not far away.

Die in despair and sorrow.

The girl shook her head, "That sounds too pessimistic..."

"So, I have to try new things while I still have the strength. What if I discover the talent hidden in my blood?"

As Irving spoke, he added a few more lines of events to his notes, which he had just thought of.

The girl asked curiously, "Have you discovered your new talent after so many attempts?"

"Yes...but that's not important," Irving put away his notes and his eyes became serious. "What's important is you. What's going on with you?"

Irwin took the girl to escape the ticket inspector, but the problem between the two was still unresolved. Irwin didn't know who the girl was or her name. She was a walking mystery.

The girl said, "Run away from home, you guessed it."

"But your story is false."

"Is it important whether the story is true or false? Anyway, it all led to the result that I left home."

Irving was silent for a moment, then said seriously and solemnly, "It's important."

"It's important to be real."

Irwin repeated it again, his voice short and powerful, like the ringing of a bell.

When seeing Irving for the first time, the girl only thought that Irving was a somewhat strange and friendly uncle, but now it seemed that the real Irving was not what he appeared to be at all.

At this moment, the girl seemed to know Irwin again, his strong oppressive force made the girl breathless.

"The reason why I am so patient with you is that my upbringing and principles are affecting me, do you understand?"

Irwin was not born in a noble family, but Irwin likes to restrain myself with noble character. Even in the most dangerous and dangerous predicament, Irwin still sticks to his ideas.

Self-restraint is above all else, even if killed, it will not be defeated.

This is one of Erwin's dreams, he wants to live as a noble person.

The girl crossed her arms and lowered her head to avoid Irwin's gaze. She still didn't want to say it, like a safe, keeping all the secrets firmly in her heart.

Irving shook his head and said in a low voice, "I can just leave."

That's what he said, and that's what he did.

Irwin was tired of being entangled with the girl, so he left the girl here and left her to fend for herself. When the girl decided to run away from home, she should be prepared. Even if she fell down on the road, it was her own choice. fate.

There was only so much Irving could do to help her, not to mention that the girl didn't seem to need his help.

The girl stared at Irwin's back, and her expression became lonely. She did not stop Irwin, but remained silent, looking at the night outside, looking forward to the end of the train.

A tall shadow suddenly appeared in front of the girl, the girl raised her head, and Irwin came back with a smile on her face.

Sure enough, Irving's ideas wouldn't let him turn a blind eye to a runaway girl.

The girl thought it was like this, her smile froze on her face.

Irwin turned his back to the light, his expression made the girl feel scared, and then the girl noticed, the absolute silence covered the train, only the faint sound of the wind and the roar of the machinery remained, and the noise of the passengers had long gone , Even the sound of snoring in deep sleep has long since disappeared.

"Quiet."

Just as the girl was about to say something, Irwin covered her mouth and hissed.

The girl turned her eyes up and down to show that she understood what Irwin said. Irwin slowly let go of his hand and nervously opened the windows on both sides, allowing the cold wind to flow into the joint of the carriage.

"what happened?"

The girl lowered her voice like a mosquito.

Irwin didn't mean to explain. He took off his heavy coat and put it on for the girl. Only then did the girl realize how thick the coat was, as heavy as a steel plate.

There was a clink in the pocket, as if Irwin had stuffed a box of tools in it, and the girl wobbled like a penguin.

"Stay here, breathe the air out of the window, don't leave."

Irwin warned the girl in a low voice, his eyes were no longer friendly, but fierce, like a furious young man, but with his gray hair, he was like a roaring lion in his old age.

The girl nodded submissively, knowing when to be naughty and when to be serious.

Irwin wasn't kidding himself.

The girl hid in a corner, and the shadow cast by Irwin covered her, occupying the entire field of vision.

Irving revealed a black vest, armor-like muscles supporting the black cloth, and his knotted arms were exposed, like a pair of deadly weapons.

The sharp edge stabbed the girl's eyes, and she squinted her eyes hard, barely seeing the source of the edge.

It was an exquisite dagger, with a black band wrapped around the scabbard, firmly fixing it under Irving's left wrist.This deadly weapon responds to Irwin's call at any time.

With his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Irwin took a deep breath of fresh air, held his breath, and opened the door.

With a dazzling edge, Irving stepped into the smoky compartment, and at the same time the door at the other end opened, and the hungry demon came in strides.

(End of this chapter)