Chapter 141 Qi Yan, I Don’t Want You to Accept Your Fate
Gu Nan likes to see men cry, but that is only in special situations, such as when he is bullied by her and cries during sex or flirting, but definitely not in a cold hospital.
She used her good right hand to wipe his tears. Her fumbling movements were a bit flustered, but her strength was very gentle. "Oh, it's okay, Qi Yan. When you're in the martial arts world, you're bound to get hurt."
"If it weren't for me, my sister wouldn't have been hurt at all." Qi Yan burst into tears, and the emotions of regret and fear almost overwhelmed him.
If he could have suppressed his anger and not argued with Yang Hong, there would not have been this blockade this afternoon, and Gu Nan would not have been injured while saving him.
This is not the first time I have been slandered and defamed. I have tolerated it for so many years, so why can't I tolerate it today?
He was just a small ant, and he finally found a big ant to rely on. But he should have realized that ants are just ants, and if they try to be brave and competitive, they will be trampled to pieces by the elephant.
Qi Yan regretted it, his voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
He lowered his head and bent his back. His protruding spinal column was covered by a thin layer of pale flesh, which looked fragile and sickly as if it would break at any second.
Perhaps it had been broken, his pride broken by the cruel class gap, conquered by the fear of death, and he suddenly realized that he should accept his fate.
This society cannot tolerate the arrogance of the poor who have nothing.
Gu Nan listened to his self-blaming words, feeling sad and painful in his heart, and suddenly remembered a topic he had seen before.
——Why do people nowadays lack the courage to resist oppression?
When I was studying, I used to laugh at the callousness of the ancients. Later, I became just as callous as they were. It wasn't that I didn't want to resist, but that I didn't have the ability to do so.
Kong Yiji is not Kong Yiji. He is the embodiment of the millions of people wandering in the world who are unwilling to accept their fate but are powerless to do anything about it.
Laugh at him when you are young, and become him when you grow up.
It didn't matter whether I was willing or not, it just came out as I walked.
Gu Nan knew the operation and structure of this society better than Qi Yan, but she did not come here to watch a flame go out with her own eyes.
She will protect it and guide it into the brightest and most brilliant torch.
Gu Nan's expression grew serious. He lifted Qi Yan's chin, carefully and slowly wiped the tears from his cheeks, and said firmly, "You're not wrong. Bad people are bad people. They won't change their nature just because you're weak. They're wrong, not you."
Qi Yan cried with red eyes, red nose tip, red lips, tears streaming down her face, cold and desolate, "Sister, the man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing the treasure."
Gu Nan's fingertips trembled and her breath was choked, but she quickly adjusted herself. Her expression became more severe, and that unstoppable edge returned to her face.
This time she was even more determined, even more convinced. A cold light flashed in her bright eyes as she spoke almost word by word, "You can't be Uncle Yu. As long as I'm here, you will never become him."
"Qi Yan, I don't like you being like this. I like your unyielding spirit and your refusal to yield. I want you to be able to live in the sun even in darkness. There are so many zombies in this world, and we don't need you. You can't become like that, understand?"
Gu Nan's expression was too fierce, and his eyes were too sharp, as if they had pierced through the dark and heavy clouds in an instant, drawing the light into his eyes.
Qi Yan stood there in a daze, tears hanging on her thick eyelashes, like broken pearls and diamonds, sparkling in the dimly lit corridor.
I don't like you like this.
I like your pride and your refusal to give in.
As long as I'm here, you can never become him.
Gu Nan's voice echoed in my ears again and again, deafening.
Qi Yan couldn't help shaking, tears fell from his eyes again, his lips trembled, but no sound came out.
He had heard too many times "You should learn to be submissive, learn to apologize, learn to be humble." This was the first time he heard someone tell him: You should not succumb to power, you should not lose your edges, and you cannot become a walking corpse like everyone else.
He thought Gu Nan was just his temporary shelter, but Gu Nan wanted to build a high wall for him to counter the power, so that he could hide behind the wall and grow freely, becoming a flesh-and-blood, angular person.
No one had ever told him that he could be himself.
Qi Yan cried uncontrollably.
A surge of emotions overwhelmed his rationality, and his tears were like a flood that burst its dam, and no matter how hard he wiped them away, they couldn't be wiped away.
Gu Nan also helped him wipe it, but his face was sore from wiping it, and he couldn't stop the tears that suddenly broke out.
Qi Yan couldn't say anything, she just cried, as if she wanted to vent all the depression and grievances that had accumulated for more than ten years.
It was not until he had cried until he had no more strength left that he realized both sleeves of his down jacket were soaked with tears.
Looking down again, I saw that my gray down jacket was covered with gray marks from tears.
He was reluctant to use the new clothes Gu Nan bought for him as a cushion under his butt when sitting, so he had to unzip them and pull up the hem before sitting. He was reluctant to put the sleeves on the table to wipe them, and he would hold his wrists suspended when drawing. He cherished them so much, but they were soiled by those gangsters.
He felt distressed and angry and wanted to cry, but he managed to hold it back.
If she keeps crying, Gu Nan will have to starve all night.
He stuffed the bloodstained sweater into his pocket, then stood up and said to Gu Nan, "Sister, let's go home."
His voice was hoarse and nasal, but it no longer had the lifeless depression it had before. The ending tone rose slightly, and his thin back straightened a lot.
Gu Nan could see that his mood had changed and smiled, "Go home."
I don’t know if it was because I sat for too long or because I lost blood, but when I stood up, my vision went dark and I almost fell down.
Fortunately, Qi Yan was quick enough to grab some of her and prevent her from falling headfirst to the ground.
Qi Yan helped her stand steadily, then squatted in front of her, revealing his thin back, "Sister, I'll carry you."
Gu Nan was a little tired and sleepy, so he didn't hesitate and just lay on his back obediently.
Qi Yan's shoulders were not broad, and were even a little uncomfortable, but his steps were steady and at a moderate speed, swaying left and right, so comfortable that it made people want to sleep.
Gu Nan hung his hands on his chest, tilted his head on his shoulder, and yawned.
"Sister, do you want to sleep?"
Gu Nan replied lazily: "A little bit."
"Don't sleep yet. It's cold outside. Go to the car and sleep."
Gu Nan moved his head and found a more comfortable shoulder to lean on. His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and his blinking speed slowed down significantly, but he responded calmly, "Okay."
Qi Yan could hear the sleepiness in her voice, so he said, "Sister, do you want to hear a story? I'll tell you one."
Gu Nan closed his eyes: "...Listen."
But Qi Yan didn't have any stories to tell. He had never even read a proper fairy tale book. He paused and said, "Let me tell you about my past."
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