When they left Gong Xiangyi's room, Song Haoran felt a lot more at ease. He had come to terms with many things during the apocalypse. Suffering, hunger, and death, these were things he had to face calmly. When he saw such a luxurious residence, the feelings became unbearable. Two poems came to mind in such an instance: Zhumen wine smells bad and the road has frozen bones.
"Fuck, I don't know what kind of thoughts goes on in Gong Xiangyi's head all day long!" His face was black as he cursed.
"Big Brother Song, what's wrong? Where did Gong Xiangyi hurt you?" Gong Lixin asked as he pulled his arm.
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
"Lixin, do you think Gong Xiangyi's room was beautiful? Do you want something like that?" Song Haoran felt that this was a great opportunity to educate the teenager. After thinking this, he asked the question.
"I don't like it." Gong Lixin shook his head without much thought and firmly added, "if you care too much about material pleasure, it will cause your downfall and then, you become unsuccessful in life. They will end up killing themselves sooner or later. Now is the apocalypse, and during this crisis, our primary task is to become strong so that we can protect ourselves, but also to protect the people around us as well. Big Brother Song, don't envy her. Wait for me to further improve my strength in the future, and I can help you get what you want."
After his speech, he broke away from Song Haoran's hand and patted Song Haoran's shoulder in comfort. Although he was the young master of the Underground Palace, since he was a child, he had always lived an ascetic life. In that way, he had gained superior strength. Therefore, he was very clear about what was necessary in life and what was dispensable.
Song Haoran was struck dumb. His face became a little bit sullen. He looked at the serious teenager and thought about how he had wanted to give the boy a political education class. However, he just felt ridiculous now. Something closer to the desire of his heart wanted to break through his chest.
While looking at the dark and deep eyes of the youth and his exquisitely pale face, Song Haoran suppressed his frantic heartbeat, voice hoarse as he playfully answered him, "I don't envy her. From now on, Big Brother Song will count on you to live a good life."
While that was the case, his heart that was still wildly beating wanted to give the best of the world to the youth and let him have it.
What he wanted was for the teenager to live in such a magnificent room, for the teenager to eat rare and delicious food, and for him to just be happy everyday. Suddenly, he was not so disgusted with Gong Xiangyi's extravagance. As long as he had the ability, he also wanted the teenager to live that kind of life.
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
"Count on me!" Gong Lixin's eyebrows showed his determination as he patted his thin chest. After a few more years, he would be able to protect all the people around him.
Song Haoran laughed, his eyes shining with a strong and firm brilliance. He held the youth's hand and was reluctant to let go.
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