"In a lonely place where the light cannot be touched, we greet the destruction of the world with crossed hands, and when the earth falls, we are by each other's side, celebrating that we are almost at the end, regretting that they will eventually disappear and everyone wants to rule the world (everybody-wants-to-rule-the-world). ”

Back in 1985, the British rock band Tears-for-Fears sang "Everybody wants to rule the world", and thirty years later, human greed and lust never seem to have gone away, and that madness continues over and over again.

In fact, what about 30 years? The long history of mankind seems to be a cycle, reborn in destruction, destroyed in rebirth, and we are finally trapped in the same place, repeating our fate over and over again: from tragedy to comedy, and from comedy to tragedy, from tragedy to tragedy, from tragedy to tragedy, from which we cannot escape.

"Welcome to the world, and there's no going back. Even when we are sleeping, we are still armed with masks, we reject the call of survival, everyone wants to rule the world, this is my desire, this is my repentance, I am driven to make up my mind, I am driven to chase freedom and pleasure, there is no eternity in the world, everyone wants to rule the world. ”

It becomes ridiculous because it is too crazy, it becomes sad because it is ridiculous, then it becomes helpless and it becomes dazed, and finally it goes crazy again. Everyone is trapped in their own desires/desires, drawing the ground as a prison, shackling themselves little by little to suffocation, but still stubbornly refusing to resist.

"Can't stand the indecision, trapped in superficial short-sightedness, everyone wants to rule the world. ”

But...... How many people can really see through it, and how many people can really get rid of it?

The same goes for Blue Rites.

Sad, ridiculous, lamentable.

In the end, they are all ants trapped in the same place after all, fighting and fighting, confronting and banishing, thinking that they have dominated the world, thinking that they have conquered the world, but at the end of the world, they suddenly realize that they are just a drop in the ocean among all living beings.

What is he fighting for?

Lan Li looked at the rearview mirror quietly, the tears had stopped, and his face was full of scars and looked embarrassed, but he didn't care at all, he just looked at the rearview mirror intently, and his eyes with a little tears flashed with desperate sadness, "Philip, is it just me from now on?"

He asked again.

The same question hit Philip hard again, and he struggled to control his emotions, but his hands began to tremble slightly because he had controlled them too hard.

In the end, Philip let go of his hands gripping the steering wheel, raised his chin slightly, looked at the rearview mirror calmly and straightforwardly, met Lan Li's gaze, maintained the usual demeanor of the past fifty years, and replied calmly, calmly, calmly, and calmly, "Young Master Lan Li, I'm here." ”

A simple word, which didn't seem to have any strength, pressed heavily on Lan Li's chest, and for a long time, he didn't make a sound, and it seemed that a century had passed before Lan Li replied softly, "Okay." It's just one word, but it seems to consume all the energy in Lan Li's body, the tense shoulder line slowly drooped, and the whole person slowly leaned back in the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

It seems that I am tired, but I am finally at ease.

Looking at Lan Li like this, Philip's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he wandered and struggled on the edge of the old tears, suppressed and suppressed, and finally barely escaped the crisis of collapse; however, the gaze that fell on Lan Li's shoulders faded away from the seriousness and restraint of the butler, and quietly became soft and warm.

Lan Li seemed to fall asleep like this, and the carriage fell silent again. Philip was not in a hurry, and just quietly stuck to his post, patiently feeling the passage of time, quietly admiring the golden sunlight spilling over the Mississippi River, sparkling and flowing.

At this moment, they wasted their time for a short time, just a little while.

"Philip, get out of Hall's house and come to my house. Lan Li's voice sounded in the carriage again, calm and relaxed, if it weren't for the slight hoarse voice that exposed the truth, the calm tone would not have been able to detect what had just happened, and it seemed that everything had not changed.

"Good. Philip replied.

Lan Li knew that Philip's dream was to be able to stay in the position of steward until the end of his life. Now, it's up to him to protect Philip.

"Give Matthew a call and help buy a mansion in London. I can't stay in Notting Hill every time I return to London. Lan Li continued to talk about his arrangements and plans.

"Good. Philip replied again, but his gaze glanced at Lan Li again, and he could detect the subtle difference in Lan Li's voice.

In the past, although Lan Li always kept a certain space detached, so that people could not get close, he was always warm, but now Lan Li, but in his voice, he revealed a trace of indifference, that kind of cold and piercing indifference, which sharply stung Philip, and he couldn't help but worry.

The purchase of the mansion also means that Lan Li has officially sounded the clarion call for a counteroffensive: he will return to London, not as an occasional visit or business trip, but as a high-profile and strong return, just like Alexandre Dumas's "The Count of Monte Cristo", officially announcing that he is about to launch a counterattack.

This...... It's not a blue gift. At least, Philip didn't want Lan Li to turn into that.

But Lan Li seemed to sense Philip's concern, even though he still had his eyes closed, "They can't change me, and I won't change either." It's just that there are some things, some decisions, and I need to learn to move forward after all. Maybe I don't want to rule the world, but at least I can defend my persistence and no one can hurt me. They have already made their choice, then they have to bear the price. This is reincarnation. We're all puppets trapped on the wheel of fate, aren't we?"

Some people never know how to "stop in moderation", and there are others who are always "getting an inch".

"As for Hayes and Maya, it would be great if they were willing to come and help, Arthur, Andre and Eaton all have a lot of projects to help with, and besides, after buying the mansion, I also need help, and to be honest, the emerging nobles are always not as well-established as the family, aren't they?" Even at this time, Lan Li was still joking about the emerging nobles, which was to describe his family after he set up his own door.

Hayes and Maya are Philip's twin children, both of whom are older than Ranley and have their own lives.

If Lambley formally declares war on George and Elizabeth, they are both likely to be affected and at the forefront of danger, and Lancet does not want that to happen, but Lancet expresses himself in a very thoughtful way: not from above to help, but to show that he himself needs help.

“…… Good. Philip knew there was no room for manoeuvre. He even began to wonder if he should just turn around and leave, this is the best solution? Now that things are starting to deteriorate, no one can predict where the future will go.

"Philip, do you think I should accept the award?" In the silence, Lan Li asked a question, the core question, but his voice remained calm, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific emotion, making it impossible to speculate.

"Nope. Philip replied calmly.

The corners of Lan Li's mouth rose slightly, and he let out a low smile, "Why?"

"It doesn't mean anything to you. If you must accept it, then you deserve better. Philip was once again in his familiar stewardship form.

Lan Li asked curiously, "Do you know what medals the royal family is going to give me?"

After all, rumors are just rumors, and internal rumors can only know a rough list, and the prime minister, cabinet, and foreign ministry who are responsible for nominating each year may have some news more or less, but only a few top people can understand the review of the royal family and the specific medal level. In other words, the list of medals is not difficult to inquire about, and the pervasive paparazzi find out the news early every time, but the level of the medal can only be known to the person who received the invitation.

Philip shook his head, "I don't know. But I'm sure you deserve better. After all, what we are talking about now is the British royal family. ”

There was a spit and self-deprecation in the understatement: Obviously, Philip also knew the royal style, and it was absolutely impossible to give the young Lan Li too high honor. Those "outdated and pedantic" traditions are exactly what Philip himself is insisting on, but the treatment of Lan Li is different after all.

"Huh. Lan Li chuckled, but he didn't say what kind of medal he was refusing, and Philip didn't ask further.

Neither of the men in the carriage continued to speak, and then Philip restarted the engine, and the car started slowly, joining the traffic again.

But they didn't drive too far before the siren of a police car sounded behind them, and the sound of "woo woo woo" was extremely harsh, signaling them to pull over. Philip drove the car out of the traffic for some reason, returned to the shoulder of the road, and pulled to a stop.

After waiting for a moment, two patrol officers could be seen approaching and knocking on the window.

Philip rolled down the window and politely cast an inquiring look.

"Please show your driving license and driver's license. The patrolman spoke, with a slight hesitation in his voice, and as Philip pulled out his papers, he asked, "You have just been parked on the side of the road for a very, very long time, has something happened? Or is there something special?"

It seems that it was not that there was any violation, but that it was too abnormal, which attracted the attention of the patrol police.

"I was a little sleepy and felt that fatigue driving was not suitable, so I took the initiative to stop on the side of the road, closed my eyes for a while, and made sure that my tiredness had dissipated a little before I got back on the road. Philip remained polite and explained methodically.

Explain it this way...... There doesn't seem to be any flaw either.

However, the patrol officer still had some doubts, "I'm sorry, please understand our work, can I ask who the passenger in the back seat is?"

Note: Everyone wants to rule the world (everybody-wants-rule-the-worldaron-wright), and the article recommends not the original version, but the cover version.