The young scholar will never be able to escape this failure for the rest of his life.
...
Such a result is terrible.
The woman clenched her fingers.
Goose bumps all over my body just because of guessing.
...
The woodcutter raised his head.
The weather is very good today.
The blue sky is endless.
The bright sunshine makes the whole sky seem to be shining.
...
The weather was completely different from the day when he found his younger brother.
It didn't rain.
There is no strong wind.
Not at all gloomy.
...
It seemed that all the haze was left on that day.
How much he hopes...
The same is true for my younger brother.
...
"The exam failed..."
The woodcutter spoke, "My brother has vented his willfulness in those days..."
They are all regarded as crazy by others.
"I think it's enough."
In fact, the woodcutter didn't particularly understand why my brother had to see the black monster again?
What you want to say...
Didn’t I tell the black monsters all those days in that house?
Do you have any new words to tell the black monster?
...
Wouldn't it be nice to let everything end in that house?
...
The woodcutter really hopes that his younger brother can never mention the black monster when he comes back.
Just think that there is no black monster.
pity.
He failed to do so.
My younger brother wanted to see the black monster again.
From this we can see that my brother's feelings for the black monster are complicated.
Because of this, the woodcutter became increasingly reluctant to see the black monster again.
Who knows what variables will occur?
As long as the black monster does not appear.
As time goes by, my younger brother can always get out of the shadow of this time.
He believes in his younger brother.
He will also help his younger brother.
...
“…See the black monster again…”
The woodcutter retracted his gaze toward the sky and looked at the woman, "It will only make it more difficult for my younger brother to get out of the shadow this time."
"I will be even more trapped in the shadow of this time and can't extricate myself."
"I don't want this."
"I don't care whether the black monster is true or not, is it just my brother's imagination..."
"I hope it's far away from my younger brother."
"Don't show up in front of my brother again."
...
The woman nodded in understanding.
So that's it.
Don't say it.
The woodcutter's words make sense.
She wanted to "turn against".
But if you think about it carefully, her choice is not unreasonable...
The woodcutter's choice may also lead to this incident becoming a heart disease for young scholars.
Can't let go.
It makes it impossible for young scholars to devote themselves to studying...
...
So in the end...
Both options have their pros and cons.
None of the choices is better.
It’s hard to say which option has less disadvantages?
...
“…what is the use of which option we want?”
The woodcutter smiled bitterly.
They have no choice at all.
They didn't even know whether the black monster was true or false.
They haven't even seen the black monster...
What can they do?
Such as the plots in novel paintings, such as family members appearing to be evil people, "breaking up couples" and so on...
They are not capable of being hearted.
If they could see the black monster, if they knew where the black monster was, they would definitely settle the score with the black monster...
It actually made the young scholar so embarrassed.
certainly.
The reason why monsters are monsters is perhaps not something they can fight against.
At least they can beg for that black monster.
Keep it away from young scholars.
Don't show up in front of young scholars anymore.
Let go of the young scholar...
The young scholar carries them, and many people including himself have heavy expectations.
Don't ruin the young scholar.
...
yes.
The woman pursed her lips.
Which choice is up to them?
All they can do is wait.
Wait for the final result.
...
The young scholar didn't know the worries of his brother and sister-in-law in the yard, and was entangled and powerless.
He ate a few bites of food...
I must be very hungry.
His stomach was indeed rumbling the moment before.
But at this time, he already felt a little full.
He pressed his stomach.
He even felt a little nauseous.
...
The young scholar breathed slowly.
He looked up at the surroundings.
There was no movement at all.
He looked at the food in front of him.
His eyes were slightly stunned.
It seems that I want to find that there is actually a reduction in food...
...
Um.
There is a reduction in food.
That was what he ate.
...
The corners of the young scholar's mouth bent in a sarcastic curve.
The black monster really appeared, so why did he use so carefully to find traces?
The dishes in front of him were already empty.
The black monster never knows the word "polite" when eating.
I only know that I can sweep it away.
...
The young scholar pursed his lips.
Until the lips turned white, all the blood was lost...
The young scholar opened his mouth suddenly as if he had reacted.
...
The young scholar clenched his fists.
He raised his arm.
It seemed like I wanted to smash it hard at the table.
...
When the fist was only a slight difference from the table, the fist stopped.
The young scholar looked into the window.
Um.
His windows were still habitually closed.
He pulled the corners of his mouth.
Oh.
...
The young scholar was worried that making too loud noises would attract the attention of his brother and sister-in-law.
Thinking of their inquiry, he felt a little headache and a little irritable.
...
The young scholar shook his head.
The fist turned and knocked hard on his leg.
...
“Huh~Huh~”
The young scholar gasped in a breath of restraint.
...
After a while, the young scholar felt a little more comfortable.
He touched his chest.
Depressed.
It makes people feel breathless.
...
The young scholar was very upset about his current state.
But it is really difficult to relieve the depression in my heart.
It made his heart unable to settle down to do anything.
...
The young scholar knew that his problem could only be solved after seeing the black monster?
...
He wanted to see the black monster.
This willingness is getting stronger and stronger in the hearts of the young scholar.
...
It even reached the point where the young scholar could not sleep or eat.
“…You really didn’t show up?”
The young scholar murmured.
"I have prepared so much food for you..."
“It’s all what you like to eat.”
Even though he said so, the scholar actually didn’t know what black monsters like to eat the most?
At first he thought that the black monster liked to eat steamed buns made by his sister-in-law the most.
Later he found out that as long as it was eaten...
Black monsters like them very much.
The black monster is a greedy ghost.
It's just a...
Taotie.
...
The young scholar unconsciously pinched his hands.
Nails leave deep marks on the back of the hand.
Chapter completed!