Chapter 1238: The Farm of Justice (20)
West Coast lyrical rap was playing in the bar, with a brisk rhythm and a bit of sadness, just like the street lights in this city at night. Peng
As soon as he sat down, Lucifer discovered the difference in the bar. The wooden bar here was not made of wooden boards, but a whole piece of log. Judging from the wood grain, it was quite old.
"This is the wood of the Sail." The bartender wiped the glass and introduced: "The Sail Shipyard represents the former glory of the Seaside City. After the big ship was retired, our boss bought one of the woods. This is the nameplate of the city's history."
Lucifer's fingers stroked the slightly rough wood grain on it, and he sighed: "Human history is not long, but you can always find many memorable things in it. Obviously, those things have nothing to do with modern people and can no longer provide you with any protection, but you are always proud of it."
Schiller put one hand on the bar and the other hand holding the wine glass, quietly watching the light shining on the surface of the wine, like the light of a lighthouse falling on the sea. Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Lucifer and said: "It seems that you have some ideas."
Lucifer nodded and said: "I have measured every piece of land on every continent on the earth with my feet and have seen a lot of history."
"When I am in it, I can only sigh at the chaos and disorder of human beings, and after everything is over, I will suddenly realize , a moment in my life is already a long history for human beings. "
Lucifer raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said: "During the trip, I didn't leave any souvenirs. I collected some small things and maybe I can put them in my bar. "Peng
Lucifer opened his hands and said: "By then, it will be the most historical and cultural bar on the West Coast. Although I don't know what the use of a bar with historical and cultural atmosphere is, it should be pretty cool. "
Schiller smiled and said: "This can satisfy your desire very well. By then, every day you will be surrounded by the two questions of "what is this" and "what is that", and you have to explain to everyone tirelessly that it is not a fake and you are not crazy. "
"I don't care about this. As you said, what I can't stand the most is boredom. I will resolutely leave heaven, mainly because life there is really boring. "Lucifer shook his head. He was almost finished a glass of wine, so he showed some drunkenness.
"Many people think that I hate God and my father, but if I really say it, the emotion hovering in my heart is not hatred, but a complaint." Lucifer said with one hand supporting his face.
"He made everyone call me the first light, but if he really cherished this light so much, why did he create so many lights later? If there was only light, it would be fine. I can still tolerate Michael. After all, without them, heaven would be more boring."
"But why did God create humans? Create this short-term chaos, a meaningless mayfly? After humans appeared, he ordered us to do good to humans and be the light that illuminates them. Of course, I don't want to."
"Have you asked him why he created humans?" Schiller asked. Peng
Lucifer closed his eyes gently, and after a few seconds he spoke: "Of course, he answered me that he hoped I would no longer be lonely."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and his long eyelashes appeared brilliant under the light above the bar.
"Are you lonely?" Schiller asked again.
"I don't know. I don't even know what loneliness is." Lucifer turned his head and looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I am the first light of the world. For a long time, I was the only one in the world. I was born like this. How can I be lonely?"
"Is God lonely?"
Lucifer was silent.
After a while, Lucifer asked, "Don't you hate Batman?" Peng
Lucifer turned his head back, took another glass of wine handed over by the bartender, took a sip and said, "As you said, everyone who has a relationship with him and has a little connection with him will be arranged by the ruthless fate to become his stepping stone, including me, including all the light in the world, and even God."
"If he needs it, we must sacrifice our lives. No matter how powerful the power is, no matter how high the status is, it will turn into ashes overnight and no longer exist. He is the real god of destruction, the eternal Satan."
"You are forced to be involved in his fate. Such careful teaching He, the final result is still bleeding and injured, you really won't complain? "
Schiller was silent for a while, then he said: "You are God's creation, you can't get rid of his control since birth, and because of his powerful power, you feel that everything can only be arranged by him, and you can never be free. What you complain about is not that he doesn't love you, but that you can't choose. "
"But Batman can't choose either." Schiller shook his head and said: "We will have a tragedy because of him, but the tragedy that falls on him will be deeper and longer than anyone else. "
"Whether he pollutes or binds anyone, he is not controlled, and there is no room for choice, and he doesn't even know it. "
"Then why did you take revenge on him for this?" Lucifer smiled maliciously and said, "Since ignorance is innocent, why did you torture him for four years?" Peng
Schiller glanced at him and smiled, "So you are waiting for me here. Do you want to defeat me in logical debate?"
"I didn't." Lucifer shrugged and said, "You want to persuade me to reconcile with God and brothers, so you have to tell me that ignorance is innocent. Many people don't have the right to choose. I should be considerate of them, but why don't you be considerate of Batman?"
Schiller blinked his eyes, and when his eyelashes crossed, the light spots were like the shadows of city lights on the lake.
"Do you know how Bruce's grades are?" Schiller asked.
"Terrible." Lucifer answered without thinking. He didn't even need to use his omniscience to look at the timeline. He didn't stay in Gotham for long, and he knew that Bruce Wayne almost couldn't graduate.
"Then what do you think of his learning attitude?" Schiller asked again.
This time Lucifer thought for a moment and said, "Based on his intelligence, if he studies hard, how could his grades be so bad? He must not be serious at all and has a bad attitude towards study." Peng
"But you know what? He comes to every class of mine. Although he is sometimes late and leaves early, he has never been absent."
Lucifer was a little curious, so he asked, "He comes to every class on time. Why is that? If he doesn't want to study hard, why does he go to every class? Or if he goes to every class, how can he still learn like that?"
"Oh, I see, he should be Afraid you'll be angry? "Lucifer suddenly realized and said, "You must have put too much pressure on him, so he dared not not go."
"He goes to every class and can learn so well, doesn't that make me even angrier?" Schiller asked back, "If a student doesn't come to class, it's his own problem. If he comes to class and can learn so well, it's my problem... He knows this too."
"Then why does he come? Why doesn't he do something else to make you less angry..."
"He comes to class but doesn't study, so do you know what he does in class?" Schiller asked.
"What?" Peng
"Sleeping."
Lucifer was speechless. Schiller straightened his body slightly, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and said, "You may be wondering, when did I become magnanimous enough to allow a student with neither grades nor attitude to sleep in my class openly?"
Lucifer looked at him, his eyes saying, "You're right, that's exactly what I want to ask."
Schiller shook his head and said, "No, I'm not that generous. Every environment in society has its own meaning. If you want to live in society, you must do things that are consistent with the environment."
"Bedrooms are for rest and sleep, and classrooms are for listening to lectures and learning. Ordinary people will reverse the two, and in the end, rest and learning will be a mess. Even if it is to prevent this from happening, I will not allow students to sleep in my class."
"In addition, I don't want to prove that I have a higher status than students, but at least, I have more knowledge than them. When I want to share this knowledge with them, they can directly refuse, that is, not to come to class, but since they come If you want to learn and accept this knowledge, you must maintain the most basic respect for me. "
"Respecting teachers is a prerequisite for receiving knowledge, because if you don't respect a person, you can't remember what he said. The teacher can't get respect, and you can't get knowledge, so why hurt each other?" Peng
"In that case, why do you indulge Bruce to sleep in your class?"
"Because Bruce's mental illness, he can only fall asleep when he feels safe. Otherwise, even if he lies in the bedroom all night, he can't get a real rest."
Lucifer turned to look at Schiller. He was about to ask "How did you know?", but then he fell silent as if he was choked.
Schiller's profile under the light of the bar has ups and downs, like a winding mountain range.
"When a teacher teaches students the philosophy of life, he is dissecting the scars brought by certain sufferings and showing them to them again, telling them to empathize and to be understood."
Lucifer always felt that Schiller's tone was too calm in the past, but this time, he heard a rare calmness and tenderness from it.
So he turned his head back, put the wine glass heavily on the table, and said, "Maybe... my father is the same." Peng
The golden halo reflected by the light on the surface of the cup was like the sunset shining on the blackboard through the French windows of the lecture hall in the evening.
Through the dim light, Lucifer saw that the hand holding the chalk in front of the blackboard paused.
When the teacher turned around, his sight passed over the layers of stairs and desks, as if he had climbed over one mountain after another, and fell on a figure in the last row of the classroom.
The young man lying on the table was exhausted, but his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.
The rise and fall of his chest gradually became gentle, like a baby snoring in a cradle, sleeping soundly.
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