Chapter 72 Is a lifetime lie still a lie?
Chongming listened to the God of Light's nonsense with a forced smile, wondering how this god who had been single for thousands of years could know such a small thing.
The more Chongming listened, the more he felt that Chongli seemed to have been in love before.
If he had not been with Chongli for a long time and had never had that memory, he would probably have been deceived by Chongli.
After Chong Li finished speaking, the live broadcast room fell into a long silence.
Chongli looked back at Chongming, who remained silent, and lowered his head to signal him to continue the interview.
Chongming retracted his questioning gaze and smiled awkwardly, "How sweet! It gave me, a single guy, goosebumps."
He coughed twice, quickly regaining his composure, and continued, "Regarding your personality analysis, I've actually done a lot of research. Did you know about this?"
Chong Li's voice was cold, as if he was reluctant to express any more of his emotions unless the topic mentioned the Moon Goddess.
"I know."
Chongming: "I'm not actually a professional author. Most of the plot of this novel is based on the narration of you and Her Majesty the Moon Goddess."
"However, when I carefully dug into the historical records about you, I found some very interesting details."
"Based on these small details, I analyzed a little bit about your personal portrait and wrote a diary imitating your tone."
"Regarding this diary entry, I actually wanted to wait until after the two-person interview before giving you a private review, but due to Her Majesty the Moon Goddess's unexpected incident, I have to move this up."
As he spoke, Chongming took out a short character analysis that Jiang Yang had prepared long ago and handed it to Chongli, asking, "I wonder if you agree with it?"
Chongli obviously hadn't thought of this step. He took the A4 paper from Chongming's hand and found that it was exactly the same as the Zhuqing character he had guessed.
He pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he suddenly felt a strong interest in Jiang Yang.
She had never met herself, but she created the character of Zhu Qing to be almost exactly the same as her own.
Even now that he is certain that he has never been born as Zhu Qing, he still doubts his memory. No wonder he never noticed anything unusual before Jiang Yang was exposed.
"I agree," Chong Li said with a smile, looking at the thin piece of paper in his hand. "I completely agree."
The slender, white palm with distinct joints gently brushed across the paper, as if through this thin paper he could see Zhu Qing, the person in the world who was most like him.
Even though tens of millions of years had passed and spanned two time and space, Chong Li had to admit that the two people were exactly the same.
Zhongming was completely oblivious to Zhongli's feelings and simply asked, "Do you mind if I show this diary to the audience in the live broadcast room?"
Chong Li didn't shy away. "If it were thousands of years ago, before I was with my god, I would definitely not agree."
Chong Li chuckled, and when he spoke again, his words were filled with complacency and a hint of pride that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.
"But now, after thousands of years of living together, my god already knows my true nature, so whether you let me go or not is not that important anymore."
Upon hearing this, Chongming uploaded the diary to the live broadcast room.
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[O Almighty God, do you know that I have long known that you cannot see into my heart?
God is omnipotent, but he cannot see through people's hearts or understand human nature.
Everything you see now is what your audacious and heinous follower Zhu Qing wants you to see.
The joy of seeing God in a dream is false, the detailed thoughts during prayer are false, and even the so-called devout faith is false.
The only thing that remains unchanged and sincere is my heart, which has been wrapped in jealousy and dissatisfaction without me knowing when.
Some people say that in this age without "love", faith is all love.
But I think that faith is faith and love is love.
My belief in you and my love for you are not two conflicting things.
Love is born out of faith and worship, and is perfectly integrated with the soul, growing in the flesh and blood, and between the bones and marrow, giving birth to me, an incomplete person.
All the emotions I experienced in the first half of my life were just an illusion of going with the flow.
I hate the parents who gave birth to my child but didn't raise him, because I know that according to normal human emotions, I should hate them.
I love the priests in the temple who teach me carefully, and I protect those priests in white robes, because this is the case with all secular etiquette.
I followed the steps and grew up to be a gentleman just as you imagined.
They praise me, sing praises of me, and aspire to be me, but only I know that the me in their eyes is a fake one.
As someone who is born to wear a mask, I thought I would never have true feelings in my entire life.
Who would have thought that I would meet you.
From now on, all joy, all jealousy, and all resentment are because of you.
I know the intrigues and tricks in the priest's temple and the little thoughts of all of them.
I should have cut everything off directly and shown you your most loyal Zhu Qing ability, but I deliberately let them go.
When you asked this question, did you already know that all this was my plan?
I think the omniscient God should know this, but you just indulged me.
On the altar, the crown bestowed by your own hands is a grace, but also a confinement.
God, can you read my heart?
When the obscure love is hidden in my heart, I long for you to discover it, but when you look back at me thousands of times, I clearly realize that you haven't discovered it.
God is not omniscient.
After realizing this, I felt both happy and sad.
I am glad that you cannot see my ugly heart and will not be disappointed in me.
The sadness of this emotion will eventually be buried in the dust, and perhaps it will only be left to be debated by future generations.
But can they figure out a little bit of my feelings for you from my obscure words?
I should have, and instinctively could have, controlled the nonsense in my heart, become your devout believer, and serve you for the rest of my life.
But that sentence of God's will that I shouldn't have heard shot straight into my heart like a sharp arrow shot from a bow.
It passed through my living heart, as if it had been premeditated, and directly shattered the Pandora's box that imprisoned the devil in my heart.
It seemed that from that moment on, I couldn't control my selfish desires and wanted you to know my true thoughts.
——I want to belong to you forever and ever, and only you.
I wear a mask and never reveal my true face in front of the world. I wear a black robe and not expose an inch of skin. Only in front of you can I truly reveal my true self.
But can you accept the real me, the jealous and hypocritical me?
But it doesn’t matter. I can hide the part of me that you can’t accept and the part of me that you don’t like.
I am a person who is naturally good at acting and lying.
When a lie persists for a lifetime, who can say whether it is still a lie?
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