Chapter 425
But after only five days away, returning here, it felt like a year on earth in a single day. Nothing seemed to have changed, yet she felt a little out of place. It was like another carefree dream, but dreams still had to end.
I had this feeling before I died. This encounter with him was just a dream. Now I'm awake and going back to purgatory. Fortunately, I'm going to die soon and won't suffer anymore.
I also brought back some fruit from the orchard, as well as bamboo shoots, taro, and sweet potatoes. But when I saw them again and ate them, they didn't taste the same as before.
Wang Jiazhi took a bite of the pear and sighed.
They returned late at night, showered, and fell asleep. The next morning, he got up early and went to the government office. Fortunately, nothing major had happened in the past few days, so he could return and continue to accompany her.
Grandma had gone with them, but she didn't know where she'd gotten the news. The next day, she returned and reported every detail of the recent events. She figured she'd gotten it from Grandma over there, who spent her days looking after the houses and had nothing better to do than ask about the news. Grandma over here, however, was always busy, but she kept up with every bit of news.
"The house was a mess. Everything that could be smashed was smashed. It was even more serious than the one caused by the Liao family's daughter."
One of Old Ma's concubines had a five-year-old daughter. After his concubine passed away last year, Old Ma, disillusioned with the expense of raising her at her parents' home, took her home. This led to a quarrel with Ma's wife, and when she fell ill a while ago, Ma wasn't very enthusiastic about caring for her. She simply found a doctor and prescribed some medicine, but she kept her illness going until it got better.
Old Ma didn't take it seriously. Later, when he saw that the child was really dying, he took him to the hospital, but it was of no use and the child died soon after.
Old Ma said that it was Mrs. Ma who killed him. The two of them fought very fiercely and both were injured.
"He finally got out. It wasn't long. I heard he was as thin as a ghost."
Sister Liao was finally released by her in-laws, but it was clear that she would not be well. Wang Jiazhi had noticed that Sister Liao was getting thinner and thinner.
"All the money was lost because of that opera singer. Commander Hong will only give her living expenses from now on, nothing more. He said that we'll see how she compensates herself this time, and if she loses all the money, she'll starve to death, and he won't care about her anymore."
My husband is a homosexual and his wife, who has an actress as her own, has divorced him. She gave him a lot of alimony, but it was almost all spent on supporting the actress, so she was coaxed into buying stocks.
When I am at home, there is usually no news for a month or two. But as soon as I leave for a few days, all kinds of news come out.
In the evening he came back with a picture album containing some prehistoric murals from foreign countries.
These prehistoric murals in China and abroad give people a similar feeling: primitive, passionate and wild.
I saw a mural of a man with a blurred face and purple-red skin, holding two strings of ultramarine fish in his hands. The fish were very long and big, and a rope was passed through their mouths, strung together alternately, like long leaf-shaped earrings.
Wang Jiazhi talked about someone writing to her asking her to write a script, and also chatted about some recent news.
"What? As expected, everyone wants to be emperor. If they can't rule the world, they'll find a way to become a tyrant in their own little domain. This is really too much."
He said, "There are too many such things, and there has been no way to deal with them from ancient times to the present." He knew that his pale response was useless.
As expected, she spoke even more indignantly, "Even so, not all those in power are so shameless and heartless. Everything should be done in moderation. The emperor still knows to treat those around him well, but he exploits them completely and even steps on them, without fear of retribution. Ultimately, he is inherently immoral. He used other people's things without paying or acknowledging them, and even treated them like servants. He is also a patient with an unfortunate disease, and there is no cure. He watched helplessly as his flesh gradually became paralyzed, and in the end he couldn't even eat or breathe. He watched himself go to death, but he could do nothing. Of course, you high-ranking people don't understand that feeling of despair."
Wang Jiazhi felt a pang of sadness when she spoke of this. She didn't know when she would die, but she was powerless to do anything about it. She always wanted to leave something behind before her death, but not only could she not leave anything behind, she was also being treated inhumanely.
"He destroys other people's lives into ruins in exchange for his own 'prosperity', and he's not afraid of being struck by lightning!"
She thought to herself, what's the difference between this and that bunch of scumbags like Old Wu and Kuang Yumin.
"We don't know the full picture yet, so don't jump to conclusions."
Wang Jiazhi said, "Of course I knew you'd defend him. Appearances reflect the heart, and I've never really liked this guy. A grown man, he's spent his life pursuing this kind of flashy, superficial stuff, where form outweighs substance. Perhaps I'm just a Northerner, and I can't stand this kind of narcissistic, self-righteous, pretentious, pretentious, intellectual demeanor. At first, I just didn't like his work, but then I realized he wasn't much of a person either."
“Most talented people have some issues with their personal morality.”
"But he can't be so heartless. If he truly pursues art, and insists on endlessly dragging out time and torturing his crew, then that's understandable. But to participate in a film festival, he can stop filming because he's out of film. It's clear that he doesn't have to shoot endlessly, waste investors' money, or torture the crew. Does he just want to enjoy the feeling of being an ant under a saint and torturing others? It's simply inhumane.
Using capitalists' money to rob the rich and help the poor can be considered a good deed, but using it to torture cattle and horses and satisfy one's own vanity and possessiveness is even more sinful than the capitalists themselves.
He even imitated Zhao Gao's practice of calling a deer a horse as a test of obedience. Zhao Gao was a powerful official, second only to the emperor, and yet he wanted to compete with him. How ridiculous!
During the Battle of Shanghai, division after division perished outside, while ordinary people couldn't even get enough coarse rice to eat, yet the dignitaries in the concessions continued to sing and dance. What on earth was the arrogance of these heartless "refined people"? Where did their self-confidence come from?
Seeing her gritting her teeth and looking like a terrified kitten, he could only stand aside awkwardly, not daring to say anything.
"Your fellow villagers!"
"Um……"
"They make money from the mainland, treat mainlanders like fools, and look down on them. How could they be so shameless? They have a ready-made location, but they insist on swindling money to build a new one. They swindled so much money, and still laugh at people and call them fools."
"Um."
"They can't make a good literati drama, and then they turn around and put the blame on the actors and the audience. If the actors can't perform what they want, what's the point of studying and starving? How can you play a literati who suffers from hunger and cold without reading literati books or experiencing the ice and snow? You don't care about anything, just sit back and enjoy the results, and then say the actors didn't perform well. How can they win the Best Picture if they didn't perform well? Since the protagonists' performances are all their own, how can the director have the nerve to take the award and give it back to others when he is so hands-off? Do you think you are wronged and justified by sitting back and enjoying the results?"
"Um."
"I cast an actress who looks like myself when I was younger for the female lead role. No one watched the film and they said, 'Who knew the audience wouldn't like this look?' I should have cast someone the audience liked. The original novel clearly describes what the male and female leads look like. Was it because they were older or had presbyopia when casting? Did they not even read the original novel? Such a good novel is completely wasted. And they're wasting investors' money to fulfill their own dreams."
And what about the stylist? People pay him so much money, but he uses actors as experiments, and the styling he creates is absolutely hideous. These people are like Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. If the actors are good, they're just embellishments, and we should be grateful for their kindness. But if they're bad, they take the blame for them. They keep saying that making movies is to respect women, but after filming, they want women to take the blame for them, and they make money by making women strip naked. Drink!
"They are a million miles away from Emperor Xuanzong of Tang."
He carefully turned to another page.
“This one is interesting.”
A man was butted up by a huge bull with very long and wide horns, and the horns pierced his body. He was holding a calf in his hand. He must have been caught stealing someone's child.
Wang Jiazhi lay down on his woolen trousers and looked at him with a smile.
He looked at the picture album spread out on her chest, like a kitten poking its head out of a cardboard box.
This little guy is like this. Even though he has suffered so many terrible and unfortunate things, he will be filled with indignation when he hears that someone has been wronged.
Good and evil are innate. Don't assume someone is vicious because they've been treated ruthlessly by others. Even if a kind person has suffered a terrible blow, they won't harm the innocent. This isn't motivated by morality, but by pure, natural kindness. A vicious person, regardless of their circumstances, is never a good person.
Kind people, who have suffered pain themselves, hope that others will not be like them. Vicious people, who have suffered misfortune themselves, hope that others will be more miserable than themselves.
Those who take advantage of their age and tell others: "You haven't been bullied enough yet. When you are bullied to the end like me, you will mature."
And there are those who keep saying: "The child has been bullied enough at home. When he goes out, he can withstand any bullying from others."
It's so disgusting.
She looked at him innocently, and after a while she seemed to be tired, so she closed her eyes to rest, revealing a pair of beautiful eyelashes like her eyebrows.
Next to it was a Allium giganteum plant that the kitten was playing with. It had many small, dark purple flowers clustered together into a large, round ball. The stamens were very thin, like a furry cat toy.
He picked up the flower and waved it in front of her nose, then tapped it gently on her face.
He thought to himself, isn't this just teasing a big cat?
She also closed her eyes and subconsciously used her claws to grab the big cat toy, making her look even more like a cat.
The white tabby who was originally sitting next to the kitten saw the huge cat toy in his hand and went over to play with it.
"Two." He said in surprise.
Sanhua, who was under the bed, saw this and jumped up to play.
"Three now." He laughed.
After a while, she opened her eyes, put her two little paws around his neck, pressed her head down and kissed him.
The kittens were playing with a stack of flower and plant postcards in another area of the bed, spreading them out on the bed. I looked back and saw them licking their fur again, so I turned my head back and continued playing as usual.
After she finished her coquettish behavior, she turned around, put her two paws around his waist again, and said, "I want to write a new novel to criticize this group of hypocritical and vicious 'elites'."
"oh?"
"But at their current state, they can only bully others. Even if they make a fuss, they can still live a good life. You can write a story about 'the window man'. This time, you must put in a lot of effort to think about the character's personality, and never write something that is just superficial. White hair and a face full of flowers are not as good as Xu Fei's half-makeup."
The kitten saw them separate and came over to play, biting and nibbling his arm.
She's teething now, and I don't know if this makes her feel better, or if she just wants to play with her parents. She's like a kitten being spoiled, so gentle and painless. So adorable.
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