Respect your compromise!
I salute your reluctance to anger!
Respect your loneliness and helplessness!
I also respect your strength and courage!
Jiang Shangxin is almost going crazy these days, she feels like she is about to explode.
Like a vacuum-packed fish, she tried desperately to breathe and struggled again and again. In the end, she could only spit out bubbles helplessly. Her body became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness became more and more blurred.
She is going to die!
She knew she was going to die if she didn't do something.
"What kind of woman am I?" Jiang Shangxin gulped down a big mouthful of wine, slapped the table in front of him, and shouted at Fang Yan who was sitting opposite him: "I am a woman of the Jiang family. Who is the Jiang family? The Jiang family is the Jiang family, the Jiang family that everyone envies, the Jiang family that everyone fears-----"
"As long as you are from a general family, you will be the object of everyone's envy and everyone's fear. No matter how beautiful or ugly you are, no matter how high or low your IQ is, you are the top existence in society - don't believe the nonsense that there are no levels in the world. Those high-ranking people have terrifying connections and influence. They don't need to do anything, just frown or give a look, and those little people who offend them will die without a burial place -"
The general glanced at Fang Yan and said, "General Ling - General Ling doesn't like you very much. He originally thought that if he just signaled with his eyes, someone would get rid of you, but he didn't expect that you are like an indestructible cockroach - your vitality is quite tenacious, and you have repeatedly made him lose face and embarrassed him -"
"Evil cannot defeat good." Fang Yan said seriously, "I stand on the side of justice, he can't defeat me."
Jiang Shangxin laughed wildly, her body shaking, her body rocking back and forth, and her full breasts swaying so much that they almost broke through the cage of her shirt and appeared in front of Fang Yan several times.
She pointed at Fang Yan with her black-inked finger and said with great contempt: "Fang Yan, what you said is nonsense. Do you believe it? How many good people have been wrongly killed in the world? Why didn't anyone tell them that good will prevail over evil? This is a society where strength is respected. Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak louder."
He moved his arm sideways, pointed at the two boxers who were fighting fiercely on the ring, and said, "Look at them, who is evil and who is righteous? Will the righteous side definitely be able to defeat the evil side? The difference is that they are fighting hard on the stage, and countless people are fighting hard off the stage-----"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "You have your ideas, and I have mine. We have different lifestyles. Once you enter a wealthy family, it's like being in a deep sea. When you live in such an environment, all you see and think about are those powerful people, those influential people, using all kinds of means to win one victory after another-----"
"I live in a small village. Except for a few people I don't like, most people there have good intentions. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for an ideal that may seem silly and empty to outsiders. This ideal has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years."
"When I was young, I kept wondering how such an ethnic group could exist in the world. I still haven't figured out the answer to this question until now. Why does such an ethnic group exist? But since it already exists, there must be a reason for its existence. What's more, I am willing to do this and respect and admire those predecessors who have made contributions and sacrifices."
"I thought, if it's my turn one day, what choice will I make? I didn't even think about it for too long, and I already got the answer in my heart - if it's my turn one day, I will make the same choice as them-----"
"My ancestors made this choice, my great-grandfather and grandfather made this choice, my father and uncles also made this choice - how could it be broken in my generation? We have a custom over there. Whenever a descendant of a family dies in battle, the whole village will hang a white flag - no matter if there was a dispute or a quarrel in the past, or someone knocked out someone's front teeth or broke someone's arm - on that day, all grudges and hatreds are put aside, and the dead are the greatest -"
"To me, these people are righteous. They are not afraid of death, so how could they be afraid of a brief dark cloud covering the sun?"
Jiang Shangxin didn't expect Fang Yan to say such a thing to her. After being stunned for a long time, she asked, "The place you are talking about is Yanziwu?"
"That's right." Fang Yan nodded. "The general dismounted, and the prime minister got off the sedan chair -- Yanziwu."
"I must go and see it if I have the chance." Jiang Shangxin said with infinite longing. "Because of you, I know there is such a place, and I also know its various legends - but I always feel that those legends are too far away, and I always feel that those stories are too old - I feel that everything is exaggerated and fictional. It turns out that there really is such a group of people."
"Remember to park your car at the threshing ground at the entrance of the village." Fang Yan said with a smile, "Except for the cars of the villagers, all cars from outside the village should park there."
"I've got that." Jiang Shangxin said, "Are you inviting me? If I go to Yanziwu, you will entertain me, right?"
Fang Yan smiled and asked, "Do you believe now that good will prevail over evil?"
The general shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."
"--------"
"As you said, I have seen too many good people being purged and buried. This is a cannibalistic society, and some people will really open their bloody mouths to eat people. Just like you, you come from such a magical place, do you have the confidence to defeat Jiang Junling? Even if you defeat Jiang Junling, there is still the behemoth behind him, the Jiang family. Fang Yan, you may not understand that you are only fighting with Jiang Junling now. To Jiang Junling, you are an opponent, and to the Jiang family, you are just a stone for them to sharpen their blades. Either the knife will become sharper when it is sharpened on the stone, or the stone will cut a hole in the knife. At worst, you can just use another knife to keep sharpening it."
"But, have you ever thought about this? When you, like this stone, knock off the Jiang family's knives one after another, and when you make the Jiang family feel threatened, they will rush towards you, the sky will collapse, the earth will split, and the mountains and rivers will flow backwards. At that time, will you still be able to bear it?"
"I know that the Jiang Family Order is the knife of the Jiang Family. I also know that the Jiang Family is so powerful that it makes people feel powerless-----" Fang Yan played with the tall beer glass in his hand and said, "But I can't just sit there and do nothing when they bully me, right? If I do that, I will become another good person who is purged and covered up by the bad guys----"
"--------"
Fang Yan looked at Jiang Shangxin and said, "I know you are filled with anger. I can completely understand how you feel right now—"
"You can't understand." Jiang Shangxin sneered. "People who haven't experienced it, don't easily say that they can understand others. For a cancer patient, don't tell him that you are as sad as he is. You can't be as sad as he is. You are just talking. When you walk out of the ward, you can see the blue sky and white clouds, you can breathe fresh air, and you can continue your colorful life. The patient can only say goodbye to this world in fear and reluctance."
"-------" Fang Yan was speechless.
Look, these wealthy women are not only noble and elegant, but their words are also sharp and philosophical----
"Fang Yan, you said I shouldn't go drink with you, then tell me, who should I go drink with? My brother Jiang Junling? My husband Jiang Zhuliu? Or my friends and girlfriends who admire or fear the power of the Jiang family - can I tell them that my brother asked my husband to poison my father? Can I tell them that I hate them to the core but still put on a smile and pretend that nothing happened and I don't know anything?"
There is a kind of grievance that has nowhere to be told.
Your heart is bleeding, but you still have to smile and greet those who stab you. Who can understand such pain
"------"
Jiang Shangxin picked up the beer glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He shouted loudly: "Waiter, two more beers."
Fang Yan spoke up to stop him, saying, "You can't drink anymore. You've already drunk too much."
This was the fourth cup that Fang Yan and Jiang Shangxin had drunk respectively. Four one-liter cups of draft beer were nothing for Fang Yan, but it was obviously too much for a girl.
Besides, if Shang Xin got drunk, Fang Yan would have to take her back later. Who would want to do such a hassle? She was not his wife.
"No. I want to drink more." Jiang Shangxin was unhappy and said, "I asked you to buy me a drink, but you are not happy? We have just started, and you won't let me drink. Do you know how uncomfortable this feeling is? Fang Yan, do you know that I am about to die?"
Fang Yan had no choice but to wave to the waiter and said, "Two more draft beers."
As he spoke, he picked up the half-full glass of beer in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
His principle is to drink a glass if the other person drinks a glass, so as not to suffer a loss or take advantage of others. He is not an old drunkard, so he has to compete with others for drinks.
Thinking of the old drunkard, Fang Yan wanted to have another drink.
The waiter brought two one-liter bottles of beer again. The sexy waitress in a bunny girl costume threw a wink at Fang Yan when Jiang Shangxin wasn't paying attention. Maybe in her eyes, Fang Yan, who bought eight glasses of draft beer in a row, was a big customer.
Jiang Shangxin snatched a cup from him, raised it up and said to Fang Yan, "Come, let's toast to the enemy who killed my father."
"-------" Fang Yan had the urge to run away.
(PS: Let me tell you a few words: the updates have not been very good these days. No, the updates have not been very good for a while. It was Chinese New Year before, and I thought that since it is the Spring Festival, people all over the world are celebrating the Spring Festival, so I shamelessly use this as an excuse to have a good rest for a few days. Who made me shameless
After the Spring Festival, I thought about going to work and writing. At this time, the online drama "Ultimate Teacher" came out. To be honest, I was not too happy to see this drama come out. Instead, I felt a bit depressed.
I sat there holding my phone all day, not wanting to say anything or do anything.
I just quietly read the book reviews, the forums, and the comments on the WeChat public platform - I understand your feelings, but you may not understand mine.
Just like what Jiang Shangxin said, don't easily say you understand something if you haven't experienced it.
You have no idea how much energy and emotion I put into this book.
I carefully considered each character, pondered each line, and read each dialogue out like a fool -- I would immediately correct it if I felt it didn't fit the story or the character. This is a YY novel, but I still firmly believe that people can say and do what they want.
I've been doing this!
I don't blame the actors, because I know it's not easy for them. They can only rest for three or four hours a day to meet the deadline. They work hard to perform, they work hard to fulfill the scenes in the story and every line I wrote.
I even think they are respectable and admirable!
However, this is definitely not the "Ultimate Teacher" in my mind, and it is definitely not the gentle Fang Yanye in my mind.
Ideals are full of hope, but reality is very disappointing. Is this how I feel right now
I think the problem lies with me.
Because I'm not strong enough, because I can't protect my children.
If possible, I will definitely do a good job on each of my works. Fang Yan in my mind, Qin Luo in my mind, Tang Zhong in my mind, and Lin Feng, Ye Qiu, Fang Ge, and Huang Chu in my mind - I must do it well.
Of course, I don't own most of the copyright. There are a lot of things that are still beyond my control.
I've been feeling a bit down these days, but I still watched the few episodes of the TV series that were released. The plot is very realistic, some wonderful lines are used, and the bald guy is very cute.
If you are not interested in the TV series, then just continue reading the book.
Also, thank you for the 100,000 yuan reward from Monster Story, and congratulations to the kid for becoming the 120th cute character in our "Ultimate Teacher"!
I bow deeply!!!!! !!) (To be continued)