Chapter 1145 - 328: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (11)_5
Yuchi nodded, that’s exactly what he meant. People in the State Capital are like guys wearing masks at a masquerade ball. Before they take off their masks completely, you wouldn’t even know whether the person behind the pigtails is a man or a woman. It’s quite thrilling.
Feng Zhaoyang continued, "To me, the State Capital is like a bamboo forest. Yes, just like a bamboo forest. Do you know about bamboo? Bamboo tends to cluster together for warmth. If a bamboo grove is already fully established, it’s very hard for other plants to survive in it."
"In a forest, there are various flowers and grasses, but in a bamboo grove, most of the time, there is only bamboo. They appear to stand alone, but their roots are entangled with each other. Bamboo grows wildly and irresponsibly, leading to a facade of harmony, while in reality, there’s constant strife beneath the surface."
"That’s why I dislike bamboo the most. As a failed son-in-law here, I can never integrate into the bamboo grove as a small grass. At most, I can stay on the surface, giving the illusion of being rooted in the State Capital and the Legendary Gate. In reality, a slight pull is enough to uproot me entirely."
As Feng Zhaoyang spoke, he unexpectedly wiped his eyes, clearly tearing up. Listeners might not feel it, but Feng Zhaoyang, who experienced all of this firsthand, knows the worst feeling of being excluded and guarded against.
"Or it’s like being in a foreign land where everyone is conversing in the local language, while you’re the only one speaking your language. You originally had many dreams about this foreign place, but when you see those unintelligible smiles, it instantly turns into loneliness."
"Being a son-in-law is tough."
"Damn, I should have just cut those writers who glorify being a son-in-law right from the beginning. They tricked me into believing that living off someone else was great."
Yuchi: "..."
With a sigh, Yuchi, under Feng Zhaoyang’s incredulous gaze, first placed a new plate of beef in front of himself and then patted Zhaoyang’s shoulder: "Brother, I get it. And honestly, you should check if there’s any gender conversion place in the State Capital, and just cut it off. Then come to my sect. I’ll be the main force, and you can be the support. Together, we’ll push the sect to greater heights."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
Are you even human? Why should I cut it off and not you? You heartless guy, eating my beef, one plate’s not enough, and you want another? Do you have a grudge against cows or something?!
Yes, I’m a purist.
Feng Zhaoyang spat blood and then snatched the plate of beef from Yuchi, saying irately: "Anyway, I’ve already warned you. If you want to mix in the State Capital, you have to talk to these big shots. Otherwise, you’ll only see the facade, which is always deliberately presented."
"They can weave dreams for you on the filthy ground. Anyway, no matter how you treat the State Capital, I’ve got nothing left to go with it. I still need to prove myself, so even if the waters of the State Capital are treacherous, I’m gradually diving in. Of course, if I end up drowned, then just stay away."
After eating a slice of beef, Feng Zhaoyang murmured to himself.
"The State Capital."
"It’s no place for humans."
"Unlike my old hometown, where there weren’t so many schemes, as if they’ve made scheming into an art."
Yuchi also laughed: "Indeed, the older you get, the more you miss the hometown of those days. But it’s not just about missing the place itself; it’s about the people who stood in front of you, protecting you from the storm, much like how we are now. Who could stand up for us now?"
"Everything relies on ourselves."
"Naturally, one feels nostalgic."
Ah, Feng Zhaoyang’s missing his hometown, and I’m missing Earth. I miss the swaying girls, JK, games, novels, and movies. I miss my old friends too. What’s the point? We just sit quietly in the State Capital, trying to scheme you out of two slices of beef money, Feng Zhaoyang.
Being a Transmigrator isn’t easy.
Even if the crew insists on making the old Earth seem worse to highlight the grandeur and dream of transmigration, Yuchi can’t help but still feel nostalgic for that little broken planet. At least with all the eating, drinking, playing, and fussing, reaching this level, looking back on some seemingly ugly memories is still somewhat joyous.
But it’s no use; focusing on the present, looking forward to the future, choosing an elaborate coffin; that’s what life is.
Feng Zhaoyang glanced around suspiciously, checking everywhere carefully before cautiously asking, "Scoundrel, what is this ’crew’ you’re talking about? You seem to mention it quite often, and I still don’t know what you’re on about."
"The crew, it’s about orchestrating life’s journey. It’s fate. Fate cannot be defied. We’re all members of the crew with our scripts. Some play corpses as soon as they come on stage, others fight in the harem for the emperor’s favor, and some like you and me are just bystanders in life."