"Very good! You won't hate this person anymore, so the first 'heart knot' is resolved. In your heart, Wang Dan is your father, a father who is closer than your own biological father, right?"
Yang Guan was organizing himself there, but Yang Zhen sounded quite uncomfortable, a bit like shouting "countdown".
"Yes. Can you control who I call father? This is my own business."
Yang Zhen continued to answer.
"Well, I really can't control it. As the Lord of the Righteous Path, I want to make all evil thoughts, greedy thoughts, delusional thoughts, evil thoughts, crazy thoughts, resentful thoughts... return to righteous thoughts, kind thoughts, sincere thoughts, The thought of righteousness...comes. Now, you have no hatred towards the source and your righteous thoughts have been completed! Very good, very good!"
This bunch of "thoughts" came out, and Yang Guan said it with such enthusiasm that Yang Zou's face was splashed with saliva, making him suddenly feel "resentment".
"Hey! Sorry, I spoke too fast. I'll speak slower. Haha!"
Yang Guan also immediately noticed Yang Zhen's closed eyes and his hands that were clenching their fists hard to break away from the nightmare.
"Next, I want to ask you the second question: Have you ever yearned for the position of king?"
This question is really a painful stab to Yang Zhen again.
"Yes! If it weren't for your junior brother named Dumu, who has been harassing me for so many years, provoking me and making me unwilling to be a 'little person', I might not have this idea. But. , he has engraved this idea deeply into my mind. I can't just be a servant for the rest of my life, even if there is only one person above me! I want to do it, truly. "People are superior to people," and they want to be "kings of a country."
Yang Zhen gave his answer with deeper "resentment".
"Are you satisfied with just being the king of a country?"
Yang Guan seemed to be too young for this answer.
"Is it possible that you can be the king of several countries?"
All of Yang Zhen's knowledge is limited to this. He has never imagined that there is a higher position than "the king of a country".
"Have you ever thought about 'unifying the world' and having all the kings surrender to you?"
When Yang Guan said this, he was obviously in rhythm.
"The 'world' is so big! How can I possibly 'unify' it all by myself? No one has the ability to manage such a huge world, right?!"
For the first time, Yang Zhen felt that his imagination had hit the ceiling.
"Okay, your 'enterprise spirit' is just this big, I understand. It's hard for you, haha."
Yang Guan's second question is obviously closed.
"Is it really possible for this world to be 'unified' by one person? Then how talented, powerful a soldier, and wealthy he must be!"
Yang Zhen was still "running wild" on this issue and didn't take it back for a while.
"Is it true?"
Yang Guan's answer didn't seem like a joke.
"Who is it? Do I know him?"
Yang Zhen's "ambition" was activated.
"You can't see him in this life, but what I can tell you is that he is in the West, and you may be able to see this person in your next few reincarnations."
Yang Guan shouldn't have revealed the secret, but now that he said so, it became even more clear that Yang Zhen was about to reach the end of his life.
Because only dead people will never have the opportunity to "leak secrets".
"'West', 'next lives', 'reincarnation'. Are you saying that I can live my life again?"
Yang Zhen asked about his future.
"You are different from others. After you break away from these, you will control more people than this 'person' - all the people in the world will be controlled by you."
Yangguan's "prophecy" became more and more bizarre.
"Me? I can control everyone in the world? How is that possible?!"
Yang Zhen smiled bitterly, feeling quite dissatisfied with his "fucked" half of his life.
"Well, I will ask you the third question: Do you know love? In this life, is there a true 'lover'; or a 'friend' that you can have a heart-to-heart with?"
The topic of Yang Guan returned.
"I have a wife, and I love...her, but not too much; in fact, I don't even know what true 'love' feels like, and what kind of person a true 'lover' is; As for 'friends', none, not one."
Yang Zhen didn't mention anyone, or he "forgot" on purpose.
"How do you feel about Zhiyu? Is it considered 'love'?"
Yang Guan carried it for him.
"I'm not sure, it should be a 'hazy' feeling! At most, it seems to be a little bit in the direction of 'love', but I'm not sure, this is the so-called 'love'."
When Yang Zhen answered, he felt empty. It seemed that this had always been a game he played with himself, an emotional experience about "the first experience of love" that was only hidden deep in his heart, but it really seemed like The buds have not yet bloomed, but there is a hint of pink oozing out from the tip of the head, which softens the too bleak years.
"What do you want from a friend? Why is it that in such a big world, with so many people, no one can come close to you and enter your heart? What are you afraid of?"
Yang Guan started beating him again.
"A friend, the 'friend' in my imagination, is the person who allows me to put down all my guard in front of him, and to get drunk without fear of not being able to go back. Unfortunately, I am unlucky and have never met him in my life. To such a person.”
Yang Zhen scanned the non-relatives in his half-life one by one. Those faces all revealed "intentions" and all made him feel "nervous".
"How pitiful! I never really relax."
Yang Guan sighed, as if he was about to "summarize".
"I'm not pitiful. You don't need to tell me. Come here and ask so many questions. What do you want to do?"
Yang Zhen asked.
"Have you not noticed that when you talk to me, what you say is different from what you usually say?"
Yang Guan reminded with a smile.
"Yes...why do I keep speaking this language? It's so strange! Shouldn't I be 'speaking'?"
Only then did Yang Zhen realize that his choice of words was wrong.
"Yes, with me, you are no longer the poor Yang Zhen from the Spring and Autumn Period who didn't know who to complain to!"
Seeing that Yang Zhen finally understood the difference, Yang Guan gave a "warm" reminder with added ingredients.
"I'm not wronged, I'm living a good life!"
Yang Zhen continued to be stubborn, but the tears were honest and flowed out on their own despite being disobedient.
"You have grievances, very big and deep grievances. You have such grievances that even your own parents, wife and children cannot talk about it."
This series of "grievances" in Yangguan pushed Yang Zhen's tears so much that the drizzle turned into a heavy rain. The two deep-set eye sockets turned into two "tear pools" filled with tears, making the eyes below, I saw the deformed world of looking at the sky under microwave water, with patches of color, blue, green, white, and red, changing and blending into each other.
