Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

The first sentence at the beginning shocked the secretary.

"Mr. Secretary, where are you?"

Although Komaji was already an old man when he wrote this letter.

But in Secretary Secretary's heart, he was still that immature child.

Adults miss their family and friends, let alone a child.

"Long time no see, have you forgotten me?"

"Are you full, are you warmly dressed, are you sick?"

"Mr. Secretary, I remember all the knowledge you taught me, and I will review it every once in a while."

"I'm married to Lianxue, we have a child, very cute."

"Mr. Secretary, I want you to come and see my children sometime."

"I have become the strongest in the nearby villages and towns, and I have defeated all those who challenged me."

"Some people say that I am the strongest warrior in the world, but I know I am not."

"Mr. Secretary, do you think I'm amazing?"

"Suryu Dojo has been well developed and is the most famous dojo nearby."

"Mr. Qingzang praised me as his most proud apprentice, Lianxue was also proud of me, and my children also regarded me as a role model."

"Mr. Secretary, can you praise me?"

"You know, Mr. Qingzang passed away in XX. I really hate that I couldn't cure him."

"If it's Mr. Secretary, it will definitely be cured."

"Lianxue also left before me, and in the following days, I have to go forward alone."

"Even if people around me respect me and believe me, I don't always care"

"Mr. Secretary, I feel so lonely."

"Today is the day of Lianxue's burial. I want to cry, but I can't."

"I am the owner of Suliu Dojo, and I cannot let people see our weak side."

"Mr. Secretary, can you help me?"

"Lianxue has been away for a long time, but I still can't forget it. My son also persuaded me to go out."

"Mr. Secretary, what should I do?"

"The children are growing up healthily, and the Soryu Dojo is becoming more and more prosperous. This is something that should make people happy."

"But, why, I still feel a little pain in my heart."

"No matter whether I check it myself or seek the help of other doctors, I can't find out the disease in my body."

"Mr. Secretary, am I really sick?"

"For so many years, I have come here by myself, and I can't believe it myself."

"You told me that practice is not only about exercising your body, but also about exercising your heart."

"Mr. Secretary, what do you think of my doing?"

"My son is already stronger than me, and my daughter is already married."

"I've got a big family and a life that a lot of people dream of."

"But why do I feel a little uncomfortable?"

"Mr. Secretary, have I become the kind of person you said, "I don't know my blessings when I am blessed?"

"Tomorrow, my child will become the new owner of the Soryu Dojo. I am very happy and proud."

"With a child like this, I should have no regrets."

"However, there is one more thing I want to do."

"Mr. Secretary, I want to live with you again."

Chapter 351 Mr. Secretary, I want to follow you

At the end of the letter, the secretary clearly saw that there were several wrinkled places on it.

Judging from the shape and size, it should be caused by tears.

One can imagine how trembling Komaji's heart must have been at the end of writing this letter.

At this moment, the secretary realized that something was wrong with the letter.

Seen from the front of the paper, there seems to be something on the back. ap.

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and then retracted.

Stretched out again, retracted again.

After repeated several times, the Secretary then put his fingers under the letter.

Even though it was just a piece of paper that couldn't be thinner, it was heavier than a mountain in the hands of the secretary.

The train carriage lifted by him that day was less than one-ten-thousandth as heavy as it is now.

"rustle"

In the silent room, there was the sound of paper flipping.

There are only a few words on the back of the paper, but they fill the entire page.

"Mr. Secretary, I miss you."

The moment I saw these words, a few drops of liquid fell onto the paper and were absorbed by it.

"Ok?"

Seeing the tears appearing, Secretary Secretary realized that at some point, his eye sockets were already wet.

Reaching out quickly, he wanted to wipe away the tears.

But then, it stopped.

Because he saw that the place where his tears fell was also at the end of the paper.

After turning the paper over, it was where Komaji's tears fell.

The tears of the two, after hundreds of years, surprisingly fell to the same location.

At this moment, Secretary Secretary didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

There is only a thin paper spacer, but, there is also a thin paper spacer.

A sense of self-blame welled up in his heart. At this moment, the secretary didn't know what he should do.

How he wished that someone could tell him what to do.

Even if someone scolds them badly, it is much better than this kind of silence.

But in the end, no one spoke.

Looking up at the ceiling, the secretary was lying on the sofa, wondering what he was thinking.

Gently wiped the tears from his eyes, then took a few deep breaths.

After adjusting his mentality, he planned to put the envelope away.

However, when he put the letter back into the envelope and planned to put it back in the box, he found something strange.

On the bottom of the inside of the box, there seems to be a few words engraved.

It was blocked by Komaji's letter before, so the secretary didn't see it.

But now, it was clearly revealed in the secretary's eyes.

"Mr. Secretary, I never blamed you."

A simple sentence, but it hit the Secretary's heart like a heavy hammer.

I don't know how long it has been since the last time I felt this way.

But this time, the secretary couldn't hold back anymore.

The tears that were barely withdrawn flowed from the eye sockets, and dripped into the box in big drops.

Although there was no expression on his face, the secretary held the box and the envelope in his arms.

At this moment, he and Komaji met again as if they had crossed the gap of time.

"Mr. Secretary, I never blamed you."

In the silent room, there was only the faint sobbing of the secretary.

Outside the house, the chat between Zhushi, Hepingye, and Qianzuru also came to an end.

"Since it's your own wish, I won't stop it, but I can't make the decision."

Recalling what Qianhe discussed with him just now, Zhu Shi said.

"It's all up to him to decide."

"That's natural!"

Seeing that Zhu Shi didn't intend to stop him, Hirano and Qianhe also breathed a sigh of relief.

If even Zhu Shi did not agree, it would be even more impossible for the secretary.

Unable to help but feel grateful to Zhushi, Hirano glanced at Qianhe with his eyes.

The clever Qian He immediately understood what his grandfather meant, and quickly picked up the teapot.

"Mr. Secretary, is he all right?"

While pouring Zhu Shi a cup of hot tea, she chose a new topic.

As he said that, he didn't forget to glance at the direction of the house.

Ever since she knew the other party's identity, her hostility towards the secretary had disappeared.

All that remains is admiration and admiration.

"fine."

Zhu Shi responded, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard something.

With a heartfelt smile on her face, she took a sip of her tea.

"He was chatting with his disciples, his friends, and his "children"."

"Long time no see, I must have a lot to talk about."

"When the time comes, he will come out."

Hearing what Zhu Shi said, Qian He felt confused.

Only Hirano on the side seemed to have heard something, showing an expression of "so it is".

Time, gradually disappears.

Just as Zhu Shi thought, shortly after she finished saying that sentence, the closed house was opened.

It was the secretary who came out.

He wiped away the tears from his face and replaced them with a smile.

In his arms, was holding a small box.

"Awaited."

Walking towards Zhu Shi and the others, Si Shu said.

"You're worried."

"No, nothing."

Shaking his head, Zhu Shi stood up, walked to his side, and nestled his head in his arms.

"You never make me worry, neither in the past, nor in the present, nor in the future."