Chen Feichen's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes glazed over for a moment.
He...he wants to kill someone...
Luo Feng looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "There is no difference between killing people and killing pigs. People who are used to killing people are worse than pigs. There is no difference."
Almost instantly, he was more afraid of this boss than grateful!
A pair of extremely disbelieving eyes stared at him, with extreme fear in their eyes.
He couldn't imagine that these words were spoken by someone younger than himself!
Autumn was a bit hot, but at this moment, his whole body was ice-cold, and waves of coldness shot up from the soles of his feet to the sky, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave in the middle of summer.
"Someone will come to see you later, and your mother will also have a dedicated nurse to take care of you. You can rest assured."
Lin Tianhua enjoyed his expression very much, laughed out loud, patted his shoulder, and then turned and left.
Chen Feichen watched them go away blankly, and looked at his hands blankly. He knew that once he killed someone, he would not be able to go back.
My own hands have written about all aspects of life, social reality, and the cruelty of the underworld. Now, I have to throw away my pen and kill people. What an irony.
"I have found the person who beat your parents and will let you pass tonight."
Lin Tianhua's playful voice reached his ears.
He slowly clasped his palms, glanced in the direction of the ward, and murmured to himself: "Who said... people with blood on their hands can't write?"
"The next "Killing Dance" will be released soon!"
"We invite the protagonist...Chen Feichen..."
He put on his hat, lowered his head, and walked from the sun into the darkness.
Killing...let's start with revenge...
Time is like Chen Feichen's life. In the blink of an eye, it has changed its trajectory and headed in an unspeakable direction.
When Lin Tianhua parked the car, Luo Feng had already arrived at the school. On the way, he told the principal and asked him to inform him that there would be another open class at three o'clock this afternoon, so Lin Tianhua sent him directly to the school.
The most important purpose is to give Jiang Yurou the ultimate shock before leaving.
"Yurou Yurou, hurry up, hurry up, pick up the book and follow me. Teacher Luo is teaching literature class today. The bulletin board is not posted today. It seems to be added temporarily. If you are late for a while, there will be no space. Hurry up. !”
"Oh, here we come."
When Zhao Yunxin and Jiang Yurou ran to the classroom out of breath, it was already full of people, and they only grabbed the last two seats.
"What is literature? It is a way and means of expressing the objective world and subjective understanding using spoken language or writing as a medium."
"Since there were written records in China, there has been a system of literature. It can be said that literature carries the history and heritage of China for five thousand years and is an important and indispensable part of China!"
"It records the iron-blooded dynasty where there was no reconciliation, no tribute, the emperor guarded the country, and the king died in the country. It records the prosperous Tang Dynasty of Tian Khan Li Shiming. It also carries the glorious life of the champion Hou Huo Qubing!"
"What is literature? Don't tell me what's in the books. You should answer me. Literature is inheritance!"
"It is the people who recorded the great leaders who led the resistance and lived a good life. It is every Chinese who stirred up the backbone of the nation during the war. It is you who forged your writing with their own blood. Their knives and their guns are you. The pen in your hand!”
"3.5 million Sichuan troops left Sichuan, but only 130,000 returned in the end! Please use your writing skills to tell their heroic ambitions. Please use your writing skills to turn them into evocative poems! Leave them on paper and engrave them in your heart! This is called inheritance! This is also called...the peaceful and prosperous age they wish for!"
"There is also the Hunan Army who 'see you again in the next life', and the Gui Army who is well-equipped and good at fighting tough battles! During the war, they shouldered the guns and guarded the country. In peacetime, the pen in your hands can write about the free and easy wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the emptiness of the snow and moon. , only the quiet one is the master, you can write about the prosperity and decline of water and trees, the growth and decline of bamboo and stone, and the idle person exercises his power!
But please don’t forget the ancestors who once shed their lives and blood!
When you write the first word, it is already literature! What's this? This is called inheritance, this is called...the horn of charge from decades ago sounded twenty or thirty years later. This is the charm of literature! "
"..."
Luo Feng talked about literature from the side, which also pleased the old professors who were watching Luo Feng's audio teaching outside the window.
They may be happy that no one has forgotten that era, or they may be because he continues to tell literature in this way.
He linked literature to inheritance, literature to the Anti-Japanese War, and anti-Japanese War to inheritance...
"We are getting old, and students can't listen to dry lectures. Maybe we should really consider new teaching methods. I think Teacher Luo's method is good."
"Yeah, I guess if there were any foreign students from that place in our school, they might have to die here today."
"I have never seen such a scene in my life, hahahaha."
"He didn't talk much, but he passed on the meaning of literature. It seems that this red wind will eventually blow to the barren land and spread all over the country."
In the classroom, Luo Feng became extremely excited because of his excitement. Even after he arrived, he waved his hand and pointed at the national flag flying outside, letting them stare at it!
At the end, Luo Feng turned around and wrote on the blackboard: forgetfulness, passion, inheritance, faith.
"This is the homework I assigned. Please write an article using these eight words, including but not limited to prose, poetry, etc. You can use the specific things as you please."
After he finished speaking, he threw down the chalk and left directly.
This class was actually Luo Feng's biggest feeling when he came into contact with Dong Xuguo.
He loves this land deeply.
Of course, he also has his own selfish motives.
The theme of this class is actually two words, passionate!
Even a girl like Jiang Yurou felt that her blood was boiling after Luo Feng finished her lecture.
But in the midst of the excitement, she found Luo Feng.
"Teacher Luo, why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Yurou quickly followed Luo Feng's footsteps, and Zhao Yunxin next to her followed pantingly.
"I have something to do now and I have to go back to Jiangzhou right now."
Luo Feng said quickly, paused, rubbed Jiang Yurou's head and said with a smile: "I'll be back in a few days. You have to complete your homework well. The first thing I do when I come back is to check your homework."
Jiang Yurou said obediently: "Okay, Teacher Luo."
"A word of advice to you: when turbidity becomes the norm, innocence becomes guilt."
Luo Feng turned around and left, making a bold move.
Jiang Yurou stood under the teaching building, looking at Luo Feng's figure until he disappeared.
Neither of them noticed that a figure emerged from the classroom holding a DV and quickly walked towards the school gate...
