Chapter Twenty-Four: The Dead Are Like Sifu
The night in Shanghai is enchanting, and as a city with a story, countless gripping skits are staged here every day, in a variety of genres, and in this ancient place, the interpretation of tear-jerking and sad parting.
Chen Yufeng came to the bank of the Huangpu River, looked at the lights in the distance, and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his heart.
"What, it's emotional?" said Dusty Fly, chuckling.
"It's nothing, but what did you call me for?" Chen Yufeng turned his head and asked.
Dusty did not answer Chen Yufeng's words directly, but sighed softly towards the Huangpu River: "The son said on the river: The deceased is like a husband, and he is reluctant to give up day and night. ”
Listening to the well-known famous saying of Confucius, I couldn't help but ask: "You are also so emotional? And don't you love "Song of the Great Wind"? Why do you talk about Confucius?"
"Huh. Dusty Feiyang laughed, and then said meaningfully, "How do you understand this?"
"I was called here so late to discuss literature with you, I can't see that you are quite cute!" Chen Yufeng was almost amused, and then said: "The meaning of this sentence is obvious, it is to sigh the rapid passage of time." But I think it's Confucius's strong dissatisfaction with that cannibalistic society, the tyranny that even tigers are afraid of, who can stand it?"
Dusty turned around and said to Chen Yufeng: "You are right, what rights, wealth, and fame in the world are like floating clouds with me for Confucius. I envy him so much, and I'm afraid to be him. ”
Chen Yufeng was silent for a moment, and then said: "Confucius is not easy to evaluate, he is a generation of saints, even I am highly respected." But I don't advocate being any one person, man is an independent creature, once you become another person, then it means that your whole person has been changed, forcibly reversed, can you still be a human being?"
"Maybe you have a point, but for me, I don't feel happy because I am the heir of the Shanghai Chen family, in my opinion, it is all false. I feel like I'm living in the illusion of hypocrisy all day long, walking dead in a rampant society, I'm so lonely!" Dusty said with some pain.
Chen Yufeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "It seems that you and I also have some similarities, I was also very confused at the beginning, but we have cynical thoughts in it." I kind of understand why you said the deceased like Sifu now. ”
"Oh, tell me about it, I'm looking forward to it. Dusty said with a smile.
"Everything changes, and so does time. We are in this space, we can't feel the passage of time, and we can only rely on external things to judge. When the swallows go, there is a time to come again, when the willows are withered and when they are green again, and when the peach blossoms are gone, there is a time to bloom again. Things have always followed the laws of nature, and they have been like this for hundreds of millions of years, and they can never be broken. You are disgusted with the environment you are in, but your parents' expectations of you make you have to choose to compromise. You long to end it all early with the rapid passage of time, so that you can set yourself free. I have to say that your negative thoughts make me feel ashamed!" Chen Yufeng couldn't help but shake his head after speaking.
"Haha!" After hearing Chen Yufeng's words, Dust Feiyang laughed. "Chen Yufeng, Chen Yufeng, you are really eye-opening to me, as your opponent, I also admire you very much. Indeed, there is no deviation in what you said, and the fact that it cannot be changed has set me on this path. I'm not a showman by nature, but occasionally I get into a bit of a machination. To be honest, I'm a very egotistical person and always think that I can't fail. But after a few days of fighting, I was gradually crushed by the cruel reality of my fragile self-confidence. After saying that, Dust Feiyang smiled self-deprecatingly.
Chen Yufeng remained silent, quietly looking at the Huangpu River illuminated by the lights. The microwave on the river, you can still see a little starlight, and several passenger boats slowly sail by on the river, all this is so peaceful. But in Chen Yufeng's opinion, he felt that something was missing.
"It's all an exaggerated illusion! It is not always safe. The house is full of gold and jade, and Mo can keep it. Rich and arrogant, self-blame. Chen Yufeng sighed.
"Tao Te Ching?" asked Dusty Fly.
"Not bad. Chen Yufeng said with a smile.
"It looks like you're interested in the Tao Te Ching. Dusty said.
"It's okay. Chen Yufeng smiled mysteriously, his face was not red or panting.
Seeing Chen Yufeng's expression, Chen Feiyang was slightly stunned, but then he was relieved, in Chen Feiyang's opinion, Chen Yufeng may have become a special existence.
"We haven't been fighting for a long time, maybe less than a week, but the game has already reached the point of a decisive battle. Dust Feiyang said suddenly.
"Yes, I still remember the wind and clouds you sang!" Chen Yufeng sighed.
"If it weren't for some reason, we might have become confidants! Unfortunately, all this is too unrealistic. Dusty sighed.
Chen Yufeng was a little surprised and asked, "We are not a battle of life and death, why are you so emotional?"
"There are some things that don't need to be explained, maybe you know tonight, but not now. Dusty Feifei's answer was ambiguous, which made Chen Yufeng very incomprehensible.
"Don't get too caught up in this, take it easy. Dusty laughed.
"Yes. ”
……
In a secluded corner not far from the Huangpu River, a sweet-looking girl was looking intently in the direction where Chen Yufeng was.
Liu Qinghan has just finished a day's work tonight and is ready to go home. When passing through the Huangpu River, she happened to see Chen Yufeng and Dust Feiyang talking, it seemed that she was a ghost, she stopped and looked at Chen Yufeng's place quietly.
In fact, Liu Qinghan herself can't say why she is so obsessed with this, in her opinion, she has always been a very restrained girl, but she has been upset recently, which makes her very incomprehensible.
At this moment, a dagger was gently placed on her white and tender neck, the cold chill stimulated her nerve endings, Liu Qinghan was just about to scream, and a cold voice came from his ears: "Don't make a sound, or I will throw you into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!"
Liu Qinghan immediately stopped, endured the huge panic, and nodded. The mystery man tied her hands cleanly, apparently experienced. It was a cold young man, and beside him stood an evil man with red pupils.
"Young Master, what should I do next?" the killing maniac asked Dugu Evil Fallen.
Dugu said with a wicked smile: "Dust Feiyang is also going to act, but he still has a back hand, but tonight none of them can escape!