Chapter 71
An Jing wrapped himself in a warm blanket and looked at everything in front of him in confusion. The light-hardened wall on the Blue Island base had collapsed, and the seawater was rushing in, splashing and washing away the misery all over the ground.
He was currently sitting in a roadside tent, his mind churning like a frying pan, his expression revealing the utterly mentally retarded. Of course, An Jing felt completely secure; after all, he had a good father. An Xingmin, neatly dressed, was utterly distraught, sometimes on the phone, sometimes pacing in frustration, clutching his head, consumed by the sudden disaster.
An Jing was curious and shocked—how could a light-hardened wall actually collapse?!
To explain, the light-hardened wall is a kind of technology that solidifies light. The principle is unknown, but on Earth, the light-hardened wall is harder than diamond and is the most cutting-edge existence in today's high-tech.
The existence of the Blue Continent Base is equivalent to the dawn of doomsday. When the land is filled with miasma, it is the only pure land.
It actually collapsed? An Jing's scalp tingled, his expression horrified. He looked at his father who was giving instructions.
They are saying that someone is an idiot, and that people from certain places should be transferred here, and that they should take certain roads to make it more convenient and faster. The most important thing is to transport supplies here to help the local residents affected by the disaster.
"..." An Jing realized it belatedly and swallowed his saliva. He thought to himself, "I thought my dad was just an ordinary wealthy family. How could he actually interfere with the development of the Blue Continent Base?"
Oh my god, I’m convinced... An Jing was inexplicably scared. Somehow, he didn’t feel too honored. Instead, he felt that he was born into a good family. He never expected that his father’s ambition was so big.
It just so happened that An Jing was a little hungry, so he touched a piece of bread in a packaging bag and was about to tear it open to eat. The sound of eating seemed so loud that it attracted the attention of people around him.
An Jing took a quick glance and keenly discovered that although his tent looked ordinary on the surface, he did have more than the tent next to him.
"Oh. Oh!" An Jing suddenly realized and immediately turned back to search. He found his own big pocket. Like a performance, but more like fear, he took out his own bread bags and distributed them out.
"Thank you, thank you." those people said.
In fact, An Jing observed that what he had was similar to theirs, but his father was there and often added water to the teacup in his tent, which meant that An Jing was his father An Xingmin's son.
Wow, it turns out I’m a second-generation rich man.
An Jing accepted this reality with a heavy and complicated mood.
And, he began to cooperate with his father's performance. People gathered around An Xingmin from time to time. Some of them were familiar to An Jing, some were unfamiliar. But he noticed that many of them were watching him and his father. Because they had just been hit by the natural disaster, they all looked a little tired, but their eyes were very complicated.
There is envy, doubt, hatred, and disgust.
An Jing finally admitted that he was a coward and an idiot. He hated such gazes, and because he had read a lot of messy books, his understanding of politics was filled with a hint of disgust and fear.
He sank back into his tent, his expression blank, not knowing what to say. As luck would have it, Lin Mosheng came over in flip-flops and said, "That's Chief Deng Zhengming. Did you see him?"
"Huh?" An Jing followed his instructions and saw a hunched figure with white hair. Actually, An Jing knew his face, but only from the news. He hadn't seen him in person for a while.
"Your father wants to be his successor." Lin Mo whispered in his ear.
An Jing's expression suddenly changed, and he whispered, "I don't know, I don't want to know, why are you telling me this?"
"An Jing, are you really clueless about what your dad's doing, or are you, damn it, pretending to be a nerd and oblivious to what's happening outside?" Lin Mosheng bit down on a cigarette, looking impatient, almost scolding, "Then why are you so hardworking and love studying so much? Hahaha, no, bro, are you really going to the Blue Continent Base to do research?"
——The implication is that they are all here to share the cake and eat the meat.
"...Are you trying to scare me?" An Jing's features turned cold.
"Oh, no, no!" Lin Mosheng also sat down, huddled his butt against An Jing's, as if they were very close, and said, "Brother An, my dad is planning to build an underwater fruit farm. Well, for the sake of our friendship, can you tell your dad about it?"
"It's none of my business." An Jing fell to the ground, pretending not to hear, and closed his eyes.
"Brother An~" Lin Mosheng shook his shoulder, rolled his eyes in disgust, but then put on a smile and said, "How about this, you and I collaborate on a scientific research project and use my greenhouse as a laboratory? Is that okay?"
"You have the nerve to bring up the greenhouse, haha." An Jing thought it was some so-called agricultural product base, and couldn't help but reveal his slight sense of superiority and disdain.
"Don't be shameless." Lin Mosheng couldn't hold it in any longer, and even the cigarette ash in his mouth fell on An Jing's shoulder, burning him so much that he turned back quickly. Just when he was about to shake his head, Lin Mosheng smiled warmly and humbly: "If it really doesn't work out, I'll date you. I'm not bad looking, I'm handsome. Didn't you fall in love with an 18th-tier actor before, and even persuaded your dad to use his connections to make a movie for him~ right?"
"Fuck!" An Jing pushed him away, his pupils dizzy, as if he had suffered a great injustice. He trembled, "How do you all know all this... And I, I really don't like Zhang Zhimin, I'm the victim!"
As An Jing finished speaking, he noticed that Lin Mosheng looked at him with pity and subtleness. He patted his shoulder comfortingly, and his expression seemed to say: I understand, I understand. It's normal to fall in love with the wrong person when you are young.
An Jing seemed speechless and disgusted, thinking to himself: Zhang Zhimin, how can a rapist like you have the nerve to tell others about this!
"Wow, wow, don't be so excited." Lin Mosheng shook his head and looked at him, then covered his mouth with his hands and laughed, sighing: "But... hahahaha, ouch, I'm dying of laughter. You actually really are a pure-hearted guy. Did you know that that 18th-tier actor went back to mainland China and cursed at you before leaving, saying... in short, very unpleasant things."
"Back to land?" An Jing's focus suddenly shifted. Jealousy crept in, and he asked, "Why? On what basis?"
"You really love it." Lin Mosheng covered his face again to suppress his laughter.
An Jing stood up abruptly, threw off the thermal blanket, and stepped out. His expression was solemn, like his father's cold face. He turned his head and said, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Lin Mosheng also walked side by side with him and whispered: "Chief Deng is old. We don't know whether he wants to retire or not, but he hasn't revealed his intention to succeed him. Your dad, your dad is really amazing. Anyway, my dad, and Cheng Bing's family..."
"My dad wants to be the leader?" An Jing lowered his voice. "He said that? He revealed that? He..."
An Jing was mentally devastated, and only then did he realize that his father actually wanted to get involved in politics.
"You are also blind." Lin Mosheng wanted to strangle him to death when he saw his ignorant behavior.
But An Jing actually felt it was outrageous. An Xingmin had clearly told him before that the Blue Island base hadn't been built, so he couldn't stay for long. He told him to just use it as a temporary base and run away if he felt the need. How could he have the nerve to do that? How could he be so shameless and two-faced?
By then the Blue Island base will collapse, oh yes, just like today.
An Jing looked at his father An Xingmin, whose expression was uglier than if he had eaten shit. He seemed to be annoyed at how the job turned out like this - maybe he was worried, but it seemed more like he was feeling the bitterness of losing his head if he couldn't do it well.
"If you want to do it so much, why do you look unhappy?" An Jing murmured in a low voice, feeling a little amused.
He thought to himself: Dad... so you're such a responsible person? Then why are you so mean and heartless to your family?
"I don't know." An Jing raised his voice to Lin Mosheng. Because he understood that sometimes keeping silent could better clarify one's position and attitude than speaking.
An Jing avoided the topic and replied, "I've recently discovered a new hobby. It's not painting, but sculpture, like Bernini marble sculptures. Anyway, it's all about art."
An Jing gave Lin Mosheng a fake wking, then returned to his tent again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Lin Mosheng was completely shocked, his mind racing. He even typed a message to his father, saying, "I don't know what's going on. If An Xingmin can handle this disaster relief effort, Dad, absolutely! The people on the board are definitely leaning towards the An family. That An Jing, I give him the boot. Damn, he's such a jerk. He's into art, and if he's so studious, why would he suddenly go off and visit a prostitute?"
An Jing had sharp ears and unfortunately, he heard all these words. He felt uncomfortable, speechless, and thirdly... it was a silent accusation against his father's actions.
He closed his eyes, feeling annoyed. When he was a child, he might have been confused. After all, his father's arrangements were always correct, and listening to his father always made him feel at ease.
But for some reason, ever since coming to Lanzhou and leaving his mother, An Jing felt that his father was becoming more and more unfamiliar, his ambitions were growing, and his actions were becoming more and more unpredictable.
"Could it be that I've grown up and understand too much..." An Jing muttered to himself, "The more I understand, the more painful it is."
After sleeping soundly for who knows how long, An Jing heard the sound of a zipper. He clearly felt that someone had come in. He ignored it and didn't want to pay attention. Then he heard An Xingmin's voice: "Even you, you don't support me or recognize me at all."
"I have no idea what you're busy with all day!" An Jing opened his eyes and rubbed his hair, looking annoyed.
An Xingmin: "You were clearly studying hard at the beginning, so why did you end up getting involved with those messy people?"
"Then I'll tell you—" An Jing sat up suddenly, his eyes red, and he whispered through gritted teeth, "If I tell you that Teacher Zhang raped me, do you believe me?!"
"Oh..." An Xingmin's eyes flashed with fragility.
The father and son were speechless, neither of them could say anything cheesy. Anyway, it was all in the past, and their high self-esteem would not allow them to dwell on the trivialities of the past.
In the end, An Jing smiled bitterly and complained, "You think I'm really strong."
"Yes." An Xingmin also looked tired. He was usually full of energy, but now he looked weak. He replied, "I think you have always been very good and obedient, and you study so hard. You are also an inspiration to me. Really, An Jing, Dad wants to give you a more secure home."
You are just ambitious and want to be a father.
——An Jing finally understood everything. Without his wife, he devoted all his heart and soul to climbing to the top of his career.
An Jing rolled his eyes, remembering Song Yashu's teasing and Lin Mosheng's misunderstanding of him just now. He smiled and said, "I... I just realized today that I just wanted to be a researcher or an artist. I'm not that obedient, and I don't like everything about me being exposed in the spotlight."
Is that something I forced upon him worth worrying about? An Jing's defenses were completely breached. He thought it was private, but in the end—everyone knew about it! Everyone was making a joke of it!
This is all because - his dad wants to be a political star!
An Jing glared at his father resentfully, not even daring to hate him.
"Why... Ahhh!" An Jing grabbed his thermal blanket and slammed it twice. He whispered, "I just suddenly became impotent. Really, I don't know why, but I suddenly lost those worldly desires."
"I hate Cheng Jiacheng not just because she's a hollow vase, it's simply because... I, I can't do it." An Jing's expression became lifeless and he didn't care.
"An Jing, you're very smart." An Xingmin frowned, rubbing his hair like him, and laughed: "You're also very strong, aren't you? Look at yourself, highly educated, good-looking, and of reasonable height. Tsk, Dad is very satisfied with you."
"Am I a commodity that can be put on the shelf?!" An Jing roared, "I'm just your dog!"
"You just read too many books and are too naive." An Xingmin regained his mean and selfish side. He wanted to reach for a cigarette, but found that what he took out was chewing gum. Yes, he was ready to quit.
"Did Mr. Xiaolin come to see you just now?" An Xingmin asked, "What did he tell you? Are you planning to buy a piece of land to research sea fruits?"
"Yes." An Jing lost his temper again, nodded, and said as if complaining, "I heard he's been having a lot of fun behind the scenes. Is that okay?"
"You too." An Xingmin hit the nail on the head, appearing unconcerned. "It doesn't matter. Just remember to marry Chengcheng in the future. As long as you have the certificate, Dad won't force you to have a child."
Pervert! Madman! Unscrupulous!
An Jing cursed him, hated him and resented him in his heart.
An Xingmin chewed his gum and said, "Why are you so worried? You don't like Cheng Jiacheng. Having a child is her business. It has nothing to do with you, a man."
“…” An Jing was really impressed.
"I can marry her as long as she is willing. But I don't want to force her to have a baby. She is a girl after all, and having a baby is not a trivial matter." An Jing answered in agreement with him, but her smile became stiff and cold.
"It's just that you've made me read books of sages since I was little." An Jing muttered to himself, "All you taught me were heartless things..."
"It's written in a book?" An Xingmin, unsure of what to think, replied, "Haha, that's bullshit. A new book will be out soon. History is written by the victors, so don't take it too seriously. You've traveled with me to several countries, big and small, since you were little. You need to, let me describe it—form your own set of logical thinking."
"If you talk too much, your mind will be confused again. Forget it, I'll go out and keep an eye on it. We'll have dinner together later." An Xingmin said.
"Good luck to you, Dad." The moment An Xingmin walked out of the tent, An Jing suddenly came to his senses. He wanted to run away from home. He hated everything here from the bottom of his heart. He made up his mind and decided to run towards freedom tonight.
He wanted to return to the land. Even though it was filled with miasma, it was still a hundred times better than the Blue Island base that exuded a foul odor.
For An Jing, this place is hell.
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