I woke up from the dream again, and the old man sat up by himself, as if it was the most precise machine, put on his favorite old sweater, even if he had running the line, even if the beige sweater was now pale.

He buckled the buttons one by one, his thin hands had lost all the muscles, leaving the skin covered with bones, full of wrinkles, full of vicissitudes that the years brought to himself.

Take the black slim pants with patch on the chair, put it on, and then buckle the skin belt of some years on the pants.

The last buckle is already a bit big.

With this sigh, the old man changed into black leather shoes. The leather shoes were very old, but it was his birthday gift for a long time.

The city outside the window was snowing. The old man brightened the arcane light by the window. He stood up and walked towards the washing room.

Washing your face, brushing your teeth, just like the past.

The skin of the face that does not need to be wrinkled. The old man wiped it carefully, but he wiped a piece of skin. The dark red meat inside seemed to be like a necrosis.

Old guy, you have already walked to the last day.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the old man sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

He stayed next to the cabinet, and it was filled with photo frames and frames.

There are portraits of young people and mentors, taking photos with middle -aged themselves and children, and a few days ago, taking photos with the last two apprentices.

These will be the Collin.

And this room will be inherited by Collin.

It's just that he will not live here, because the suffering of his denominations is about to end immediately. From himself, there is no need to have sacrifice, let alone someone carrying suffering to live for a lifetime.

The old man turned and looked at the portrait on the wall. It was his first apprentice. The young man's face was full of smiles.

When I walked to the hanger, the old man reached out and trembled and took his own flat hat -this is a small proof of the sect.

They changed their faith and changed the object of kneeling, just to seal the evil god ... Now, all this is over, it was a happy thing.

The old man sighed, put on the priest's trench coat, and then surrounded the scarf around his neck, so he walked to the door.

After taking a few steps, the old man felt that the Olympic Lantern was darkening, and behind the young girl called.

· Hoffman, it's me.

... The old man stopped, and his hand was pressed on the handle, but he failed to rotate.

· Huffman, it's me, what's wrong with you, why don't you look at me.

The old man trembled, and eventually the turbid tears rolled down from the corner of his wrinkled eyes.

His instinct wants to turn around, and his heart wants to hug the sound of the sound, but he ... who is the owner who can no longer remember the sound.

Therefore, the old man finally turned the handle.

Because everything is already past, the owner of this sound has not appeared in his life.

At this moment, the room lit up again.

The old man pushed open the door, turned his head to look at the room, and could not find anything.

It seems that just calling is just his internal hallucination.

At the end of the corridor, the old man held a cane. When the first door was passed, the door unexpectedly opened a small seam, and a small face was exposed in the seam.

·tutor.

She called so.

The old man nodded with a smile.

So the door was opened, and the little girl poked out.

· Instructor, where are you going.

To witness my ending, depict my end, to complete my mission.

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed his little head.

· Can you not go.

She looked at him, full of expectations, full of begging.

The old man shook his head and moved forward.

It was the first female apprentice's room. She later became a person and eventually married the apprentice of the church.

She and her husband died 37 years ago.

Is it here to send another other?

The old man sighed and came to the second door.

In the empty room, it is now full of old furniture. A young man leaned on the door.

· Old guy, I give you a sweater, you are still wearing.

The old man nodded with a smile. He stretched out his hand and hugged the child.

"Carl, I'm leaving."

The old man said that.

· I know, the mentor ... we meet the goddess of harvest again.

The young man nodded with a smile, and then turned to take the door.

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and he continued to move forward. This was his favorite apprentice. He was like his son.

He also lived up to expectations, and at a young age, he has become a great ladder five.

Then, he never promoted again, because his fate was ended, a long time ago, he died in a battle in the Carterburg area in a chaotic invasion, and eventually failed to find the bones.

Who else is there, waiting for yourself.

The old man worked hard, and finally saw a teenager in front of the third room door, and he laughed a little.

· Instructor, good morning.

The old man nodded and burst into tears again. He reached out his hand and rubbed the child's head.

"Good morning." The old man said.

· Instructor, I gave you a scarf, why do you break so much.

"Sorry, the instructor broke it." The old man worked hard to make himself laugh.

· Forget it, I will buy you another work next time ... By the way, mentor, where are you going?

The old man knelt down, reached out and hugged the child.

"The mentor is old, you have to complete your mission."

The old man said that, and at the same time, he reached out and wiped the broken hair of the child's forehead. He kissed it gently on his forehead.

· Instructor ... Will we see you again?

This child seemed to know what he knew, his eyes were full of tears.

The old man nodded with a smile.

"Goodbye."

The old man held up the door frame, and finally rubbed the child's little head: "Enter the room, don't cool, the mentor will bring your favorite snacks to find you."

· Well, I will wait for the mentor.

The child took the door with a smile. Before the door was closed, he beckoned to the old man.

· Mentor, goodbye.

The old man nodded and saw that the door was closed, and then he continued to take a step.

At the same time, tears burst out.

Mir Dorland, the old man has seen the most sensible apprentice in his life, but in a chaotic siege, he was captured by the chaos believers in the city. In the end, the old man could only find his last Ding dotted wreckage from the pot.

The old man walked and walked through the fourth door. He turned his head and glanced at the woman standing in front of the door, the latter smiled at him.

· Good morning, mentor.

"Early, my child." The old man smiled.

· Everyone is waiting for you in the front hall.

She said so, then stretched out her hand and helped the elderly to move forward.

Through the door at the end of the corridor, the old man saw apprentices standing in the hall.

He saw Mill with the little children, seeing the young people of Carl was smiling at him, and even saw the children who lived because they were old and were lucky enough to live to the end of life.

· Instructor, where are you going?

The woman around him asked like this.

· Go to complete my mission.

The old man said that, he reached out his hand and brushed away the woman's hand.
To be continued...