Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Whether she is or not, anyway, I want to be a hero like you and be praised by those common people..." Nero waved his hand regardless of so much.

half an hour.

Neos turned his head, glanced at the girl, looked at the light in her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "So, do you hate yourself so much?"

Nero froze for a moment, pursed his lips, and nodded: "Yeah, it's really annoying..."

Hate that fatuous emperor named Nero, weak and incompetent.

"Then it's not liking."

Nios said lightly, breaking the girl's fantasy forcefully: "You just fell in love with a phantom that you imagined, and that phantom just happened to be projected on me."

"Che, you say yes, anyway, what does it have to do with you if I like you!" Nelot stared at him stubbornly, sticking out his tongue.

These words startled Neos for a moment, his face tensed a little, he turned his head away, and said nothing, as if he had given up on communicating.

Footsteps came and went, and both of them were silent for a long time.

Nero buried his chin and rubbed against his back a few times, his eyes showing a bit of sadness.

Then, with a pleading that was almost begging, she asked softly: "So, it really has nothing to do with you, Neo?"

Neos didn't answer, and continued to walk forward with his head bowed.

Nero continued, "Then why are you giving me the medicated oil?"

"I gave everyone." Neos couldn't help it.

"Then why are you carrying me away again?"

"Hurry up, don't want to waste time."

"And didn't you say you want to clean up the traces?"

"I deliberately want to attract the follower."

Nero giggled suddenly, leaned into his ear, and said, "So, you're actually the same as me, right?"

"It's different." Neos stubbornly denied everything.

Nero rubbed his neck and shook his head: "Liar, have I read all the books in your room?"

Neos frowned: "What's the connection?"

"Yes, for example, I know you must be very lonely after reading such a book, right?"

"..."

His silence made Nero couldn't help curling his mouth: "Because I am the same, and that's why I choose art..."

Suddenly, Neos stopped, and the two stopped in the forest.

"Look, you're panicking too, aren't you?"

Nero smiled slyly: "So admit it, Neo..."

"Admit what?"

"Admit that I'm the only one who understands you, the only one you should like!"

"Do not make jokes."

"No, it's not a joke, for example, I can feel that you and I have the same characteristics, which is why we are attracted to each other,"

Nero closed his eyes gently, breathed lightly, and whispered close to him: "We are all people who live for others, pushed forward by their expectations, walking in this world, walking on our own Unwilling road, lonely and lost..."

She paused, complaining a bit: "But you are a wise man, so you choose to be rational, so you keep refusing,

And I am an artist, so relying on my own sensibility, I keep approaching, like moths to a flame..."

Snapped!

Neos put her down suddenly, and he seemed a little panicked. After putting her down, he looked back helplessly, and a bit of resentment could be seen in his expression.

Nero staggered, straightened up, his smile was as beautiful as fireworks: "Look, I'm not wrong, you really..."

"What are you looking at, we're here!"

Nios pointed her finger on the forehead, turned around ruthlessly, and went straight out of the forest without waiting for her.

Nero rubbed his forehead, a little speechless, and followed him angrily.

The next moment the two walked out of the forest, the cool wind hit the face, the girl couldn't help but widen her eyes, and couldn't help blurting out softly.

"What a nice view!"

There are continuous mountains in the sky, and the sun sets behind the mountains, stubbornly releasing its last light.

The night fell, and although the sky was pitch black, it reached the place where the sky meets the sky, where the night was soaked by the sunset glow.The rays of the sun faded little by little, and the night gradually took on the blush of wine, like paper soaked in oil.

"Ah, it's really beautiful..." The silver-haired man looked at the distant mountains.

The boulder that summoned him back then was in the mountain, but he was born from the sky at that time, with white clothes and white hair, and nothing.

Nero looked at his back, laughed silently, and said silently in his heart.

no i mean you...

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Chapter 181 Chapter 180 So, let's end it

Before dark, a group of people finally meet.

Ignoring the ambiguous gazes of the three, Nios allocated the room and said some precautions before letting everyone go back to rest.

Living in the village, everyone feels as if time is going backwards, and the era of Roman invasion has not yet arrived.

There are no aqueducts, no temples and squares, not even stone and brick houses.There are more than a dozen conical low grass huts, plus a large area of ​​farmland, and fences to enclose cattle and sheep, and women light fires to cook.

In an empty room at this time.

"What are you doing?" Romanio watched as Neos lay prone in front of the improvised table, holding a piece of charcoal, writing and drawing on yellow papyrus.

He poked his head slightly.

Romagno saw the circular formation formed by several boulders reflected on the paper, which was extremely realistic, as if seeing the real thing.

"This is the Stonehenge I saw on the hills before." Nios didn't look up, and blew off the charcoal powder casually.

"So you can draw all the scenes you have seen, exactly?" Romagno admired.

"Well, and not only the ones I've seen, I can also draw those I haven't seen." Neos said softly.

"It's amazing. With this hand, I think I can hang many married women." Romagno said.

Neos didn't expect that he would turn the topic to this, and he froze for a moment, not knowing how to start a conversation.

Looking down at this realistic painting, thinking about all kinds of things, he always felt that he should have been to many places.

For example, he knows what the city gates of Luoyang and the streets of Chang'an look like, and he knows what it would look like to stand on a pyramid overlooking Egypt...

But he just couldn't recall the memories related to himself.

Like Nero said, I remember this, but I don't remember myself...

Neos continued to paint.For this trip, he prepared a lot of straw paper and leather paper, threaded it into a booklet with twine, and put it in his luggage.

Gradually, he painted many things, such as the Roman military camp, the burning prairie, the cloud-shrouded mountain of God, the city of London on the Thames, Winchester Square in winter...

He repeated these memories over and over again, confirming his existence in these memories again and again.

Until I woke up unknowingly, came back to my senses, and found that what I painted was no longer a scene, but a person.

The warrior shouting under the grass hill, and the girl who bowed deeply to him, Fario, Boudica, Anya...

Until the end, on the last page of the brochure, there was a girl with short hair, like a silly golden retriever, smiling with her head tilted, her eyes were stubborn and stubborn.

Romagno snored next to him, and he fell asleep at some point.

The night wind howled outside the house, and the cows blew softly.

Neos thought for a while, then tore off the last page with Nero on it, crumpled it, and threw it into the firepit.

There are people who like him, not just one, of course he can see that.

But Nios always felt that their liking was attached to longing and gratitude, even if they were different people, they would still like it.

So for the queen, he used and perfunctory from the beginning, then was moved by her trust, and then until now mutual trust.

This is similar to the fish-and-water relationship between Xuande Gong and Kong Ming, where the monarch and his subjects have righteousness and are in harmony with each other.

As for the girl, he has sympathy and guilt, while for Ania, he appreciates her innocent heart and comforts her growth.

This is the relationship between mentor and apprentice.

But only for Nero, he couldn't judge.

Is it the kind of appreciation for beautiful things and the instinctive pursuit of beauty by a normal person when we first meet; or when I see a girl singing alone, I agree with the loneliness she exudes...

There is also his recognition of each other's identities, which leads to intellectual alienation and rejection...and then when he is suddenly confessed, he faintly feels guilty because of the previous alienation.

In short, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, which finally caused the current situation.

Thinking of this, Nios closed the booklet, raised his head and let out a long sigh.

It's not that he doesn't know that they like him, and it's not that he doesn't understand Nero's meaning, but it's the same as what she said.

Everyone is lonely, but what's the use of being lonely, people who are not all the way, why pursue a story with a doomed ending?

I just didn't see it all the way, so I avoided you, but you posted it again and again.

It's a pity that in my heart, although I have my own deep meaning, there will be no overly ardent heartfelt feelings, no paranoia of "it's up to you".

So, just take advantage of this trip to end all of these...

The stars in the sky were dotted, flickering, and Nios extinguished the light in his hut.

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