Chapter 69

Bored, numb, wanting to have some fun... Such feelings always permeate An Jing. He has everything and has seen everything. He wants to find his own sense of accomplishment in this world.

For this reason, he started painting, but later gave up because of that. After entering high school and college, he focused on knowledge and even wanted to do scientific research and become a scientist. Not only was this path too lonely, he had learned a lot of different things since he was a child, and his father always encouraged him to read more. After entering college, he chose philosophy, which tested his liberal arts foundation.

And heart...

The feeling that Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have come to an end and are being destroyed step by step.

"Confucianism is a powerful tool of the ruling class." An Jing slumped over in bed, staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself, "Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness are actually used to mask and restrain the selfishness and profiteering inherent in people."

"It's just a sugary, fake coating..." An Jing seemed like he was on drugs, but of course he wasn't. He was just delirious, his mind clouded. He hadn't inherited his father's rough-and-tough, extroverted yet assertive personality.

From his smile, you can tell that he is an introverted person.

An Jing was talking to himself again, "Buddhism talks about cause and effect, about blessings and retribution, and about seeking liberation..." He reached out to grab something and said, "Everything is illusory, and ultimately returns to emptiness. What causes me pain is what I cling to."

When An Jing thought of this, compassion, pain and self-pity surged in his heart. He didn't even know what he was sad about. Perhaps it was because his morality as a human being was trampled upon, or perhaps it was because he took the initiative to break that boundary and had promiscuous sex with others, but he was unable to find true relief.

"Joining the WTO, yes, participating in its construction..." An Jing thought of An Xingmin again, always energetic, always vibrant, always positive and optimistic. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I can't compare to my dad. He's so amazing. How can he be like a machine?"

"I should become a monk!" An Jing jumped up suddenly, as if he was desperate to find something to do, or even as if he had found salvation. All he had to do was become a Taoist monk, right?

However, when he raised his eyes and looked at the blue sea waves in the room, An Jing realized belatedly that this was an underwater base.

There are no Taoist temples or Buddhist temples, only schools.

"This place is simply a prison." An Jing suddenly laughed. Looking at everything around him, he realized that the Blue Continent Base was not a country. All the people came here to escape the disaster on land.

And on the Internet, on land, in that other world isolated by the sea, they are suffering from fluorescent disease, their bodies are covered with glowing spots, and the air they breathe is filled with damn miasma.

Everyone is very grateful and honored to be here and regards the Blue Island Base as the Garden of Eden.

An Jing thought of this and felt that fleeing here was selfish, a form of cowardice and speculation. Meanwhile, the people on land were abandoned, trapped by natural and man-made disasters and could only admire the decadence and luxury of their own world through screens.

The doorbell rang. An Jing wiped away her tears, and the corners of her mouth turned down, turning into a stubborn and resentful hatred.

He knew that someone was coming to his house, Cheng Bing's family was coming to have dinner, and An Jing had to pretend in front of them, pretend to be a gentleman, pretend to be graceful, and pretend to be a son.

He was deeply trapped in this half-dead trouble, like whining without any illness, bored to death, on the verge of depression, but it was more like a curse, a kind of incompatible transcendence.

"Welcome, welcome. If I had known you were coming today, I would have asked the housekeeping to prepare a large table of dishes for you." An Xingmin's warm and enthusiastic greeting came from outside the door.

An Jing walked out of the door and forced a smile as a courtesy.

There were only the couple of them, and Cheng Bing's family of three. Cheng Jiacheng, whom An Jing had known since childhood, had exquisite makeup and a good figure. She waved to him in her usual familiar manner.

An Xingmin made a phone call and asked the housekeeping staff to order some ingredients such as smoked chicken and tuna, while Cheng Bing took out the gift box and took out the wine inside, exchanged pleasantries, and laughed his head off.

An Jing sat on the sofa, expressionless and unmoved. He wasn't hungry; his mind seemed to be dictated by dogma. He stared at the cherries on the coffee table, his former favorite, without any desire.

"You're so handsome." Cheng Jiacheng sat next to him and laughed, "You used to have terrible taste in clothes, always wearing black. What made you suddenly want to change your style?"

An Jing frowned and looked at himself. In fact, he didn't feel that he had just changed to some lighter and softer fabrics.

"You used to give me the impression of being a nerd," Cheng Jiacheng muttered casually. She looked at her manicure, blew on the rhinestones, and said, "How is it? Does it look good?"

An Jing shook his head: "I don't understand this aspect."

"Oh, why are you so low in EQ? Give me some compliments, aren't you a painter?" Cheng Jiacheng showed him her nails, showing off: "Yeah, look, I asked the manicurist for land green. Sigh, I'm almost getting blue light vision after being in the underwater base all day~"

An Jing looked up, as if in disbelief. He exclaimed, "Do you know what the people on land are like? The land is filled with miasma, there are no plants, and there is no green."

"What? It's just a nail color." Cheng Jiacheng seemed hurt by his expression and snorted, saying, "Tsk~ I really have no topics to talk about with people like you, ever since I was a child. I heard your dad say you were having a party at home, and I thought you had changed recently."

"Become like you?" An Jing narrowed his eyes and laughed strangely.

Cheng Jiacheng looked up suddenly, as if surprised, and sensed an unusual disdain and disgust from his words.

"I've always hated you." An Jing suddenly said, staring intently at Cheng Jiacheng's pretty face, and said firmly, "You and I have absolutely nothing to talk about. If it weren't for the fact that our two families know each other, I would never be friends with someone like you."

"I..." Cheng Jiacheng didn't understand and felt baffled.

"I've been observing you since you were little, and I know you too well." An Jing seemed to be losing control, speaking without restraint, venting his emotions and resentment. "All you care about, all you talk about, and even all you covet, is your figure, your looks, or your family's money! You're so low-brow, I won't be with you."

The sudden loudness of this sentence startled everyone in the audience, including An Xingmin, who seemed stunned and didn't recognize An Jing at all. He didn't expect that these were the things he thought about all day long.

——He is a real nerd, the kind who doesn’t eat or drink, gives up money and power in order to become a god.

An Xingmin felt a strange sense of self-blame and amazement at that moment. How could this be? How could he not teach such a person? I actually raised such a wonderful son, oh no, a divine one.

Speaking of happiness, An Jing is indeed a top student.

It’s sad. How could this person’s brain become so stubborn again?

"You..." Cheng Jiacheng looked hurt, blinking and trembling, tears falling down.

"An Jing, apologize! Hurry up!" An Xingmin said urgently.

He even rushed over, one step ahead of his son, patted Cheng Jiacheng's shoulder, and said softly: "Chengcheng, ignore him. He hasn't slept well recently and is talking nonsense. Let's eat first."

"..." An Jing stood up first, snorted coldly, and ran away, rushing out the door to escape from this atmosphere.

At this moment, he actually felt a great sense of freedom.

However, An Jing had only rushed out a short distance, before the wind even blew, when his father shouted at him: "Where are you going?!" His son ignored him and quickened his pace, just wanting to escape from this damn atmosphere.

An Xingmin caught up with him, his expression terrified, even more out of control than An Jing had ever seen before, unlike the fragility displayed by his usually strong father.

"Where are you going? Where can you go? How do you get the money to live? The Blue Island base is so small. Do you want to go to a place where I can't find you?"

An Jing's pupils trembled. At this moment, he first laughed, and then realized that this was an underwater base, and his father was so powerful, and how could he not understand the principle that the whole world belongs to the king.

Finally, An Jing began to hate his father a little.

"Does that mean I have to marry Cheng Jiacheng?" An Jing asked, then closed his eyes and tears flowed down his face uncontrollably.

"I didn't force you." An Xingmin looked tired. It was a rare opportunity for him to save his precarious father-son relationship.

"You won't tell me, but I can't guess?!" An Jing roared, and his expression became ferocious. He roared: "I hate you! I even hate you! Everything you arranged for me, everything you planned for me! It makes my life worse than death!"

"Then I didn't ask about your private matters!" An Xingmin also shouted, and pushed him violently, and said with red eyes: "An Jing, don't think that your father is really a fool. That little thing between you and Zhang Zhimin..."

"Do you think I'm in love with him?" An Jing laughed twice and gritted his teeth, "Do you think I don't like Cheng Jiacheng because of Zhang Zhimin or because I'm gay?!"

"I'm telling you, it's him..." An Jing was about to yell out loud, but at the last moment, he seemed to be stuck by his shame, tied up by the passers-by, and trapped by the sourness in his throat.

An Xingmin was still staring at him with that questioning look.

"You're right, Dad." An Jing closed his eyes. A series of emotional fluctuations made him feel mentally exhausted and he didn't even have the energy to feel wronged.

"I'm a homosexual..." An Jing imitated An Xingmin, raised his hand, shook it with his fingertips, and said, "Zhang Zhimin, I'm just playing around. You taught me that, haha."

Snap——

An Jing turned his head away and was slapped or punched by An Xingmin.

He suddenly felt a pain in his lip. When he touched it, he found blood. An Jing looked up at An Xingmin in disbelief. Before he could say anything, An Xingmin was on the verge of collapse. His eyes were red and his voice was trembling: "How could a family like ours produce a scum like you!"

An Jing is used to this mood.

"I..." An Xingmin seemed to be greatly stimulated. He kept pulling his hair, looking more sad than if he had lost his wife. He paced on the spot very impatiently. An Jing was familiar with his posture. It was often when he encountered a big problem and was trying to find a way to solve it.

"How about this, you and Chengcheng have a baby, okay?" An Xingmin turned away and shook his head subconsciously, resisting but forcing himself to accept. He said, "I understand you, really. Homosexuality has really become normalized now. I don't understand what you young people are thinking."

An Jing looked at him tiredly, feeling that he was working so hard and had to go to great lengths to maintain his relationship with Cheng Bing's family.

"You can do whatever you want behind my back, I can't control you." An Xingmin: "You...you weren't like this before, you were very obedient. An Jing, how did you become like this? And, as a father, am I not spending enough time with you?"

An Xingmin wanted to touch An Jing's forehead, but before he could do so, he remembered something and was suddenly awakened - yes, he had indirectly excluded his mother from the family.

An Jing has loved his mother since he was a child, but perhaps it was because of the lack of maternal love and my overly strong personality that I never paid attention to his psychological journey during his growth.

How could it be, how could he suddenly become a homosexual?

An Xingmin glanced at him, feeling slightly disgusted and offended.

An Xingmin suddenly withdrew his hand, and this action made An Jing's mood even worse. He chuckled twice, and a string in his head seemed to be broken. He said, "Okay, Dad, I will marry Cheng Jiacheng. I will definitely work hard to make you proud. Believe me, okay?"

“…” An Xingmin blinked and looked at him.

An Jing suddenly loosened his collar, pulling it up, exposing his Adam's apple to his collarbone. He was amused and raised an eyebrow: "Just for fun, I can do it. I learned it from you, Dad."