Shadow Weaver

Chapter 150 Dog Men Are Not Worthy

“When a craftsman who has truly awakened looks back on the past, he realizes how short-sighted and narrow-minded he was in the past.”

Xu Yichi was so immersed in the story that she was completely unaware of her own expression, which had become compassionate and melancholy as the story progressed. She stared fixedly at the night scene of Jiangsu Province outside the window - the lights of thousands of homes flickered, and she seemed to have returned to the last century in her story with the lights.

"A life that revolves only around fame and fortune is rotten and corrupt. Everyone is immersed in it, numb and dull, like a puppet rotten in sewage."

"——With fame as a thread, and profit as a handle, the wine and the food, the clothes and the women, are all just castles in the air that can fall apart and disappear overnight."

"It's so unreal." The little girl said, frowning slightly.

"The craftsman felt that the twenty years or so he had lived before were wasted. All of them combined were not as vivid and exciting as the two days since he finally awakened."

"He also fell in love with reading, and he read things that shocked and inspired him from the ink that had awakened the girl. Like the millions of people who had awakened or were awakening at that time, he embarked on a path after experiencing setbacks and never looked back."

"He is a traveler who has just started on the road, while the girl is an old traveler who has been on the road for who knows how many days, lonely but not alone."

"As the craftsman walked forward, he repeatedly felt the shadows of the girl that had been left on the road, and he followed the shadows and walked slowly and firmly... He began to love reading the girl's articles published in those major magazines and tabloids, and in them he truly touched the spirits that shook his heart and soul."

"He suddenly realized that the poetry, books and knowledge that the brothel madam had taught the girl had not only become a 'bargaining chip' to enhance her value in the eyes of outsiders, but also unconsciously became a window for her to peek into the real and turbulent world hidden under the prosperity, and became a weapon in her hand for her to bravely resist."

At this point, Xu Yichi's passionate tone could not help but pause slightly: "... In this heavy, repeated shock of the girl's words, the craftsman could not help but develop a true, unbiased, uninhibited love and yearning for the free and brave soul behind the words."

"This kind of affection has nothing to do with identity or appearance. The craftsman regards the girl as his guide on the road to awakening. He sincerely and even devoutly admires the girl who is more sober and intelligent than him, and who sees through the gorgeous splendor of Shanghai earlier than him, but is actually just a pile of mud."

"But he, who has also awakened, clearly knows that in this era of national crisis and this turbulent environment, someone like her would not really want to enjoy the pleasures of life with others."

"So he restrained himself and buried this little feeling deep in his heart." Xu Yichi said as he turned back to look at An Qing, "Of course, off topic."

"According to the previous settings of this guy, even if he really has his own if line in the future, I probably won't think of bringing him and the girl together."

Xu Da Producer had a blank expression on his face: "Although he did change for the better later, this does not change the fact that he was still a bastard before - a bastard, he doesn't deserve it."

"Emm... Indeed, for a character like this with a criminal record, it's not very pleasant to pair him with the best female character in the whole plot." An Qing nodded in agreement, "At least I would feel quite uncomfortable - why would this damn man get close to our sweet and soft daughter." "So, even if we give him a separate personal if line, it will most likely let him find a way to do something else... For example, let him devote himself to the great cause of liberating all mankind?" Xu Yichi's face curled up slightly.

"Lack of medicine, he is just a maker of purple clay teapots. It is a bit too far-fetched for him to liberate all mankind." An Qing shook his head and decisively rejected Xu Da's increasingly outrageous fantasy.

"He can follow various movements and actively protect related cultural heritage... At most, he can be recognized as an advanced person. Although the daughter is my biological son and the son was adopted, we don't have to force the child too much."

"Okay, that makes sense," Xu Yichi immediately wilted after hearing that. "Then if he really does have an if in the future, we can give him a job protecting related cultural heritage and being an informant. If there are more, this useless guy probably won't be able to do it."

"Ugh... what a bastard." The little girl cursed, "There's no comparison. There's no comparison at all with the male characters in the first two chapters."

"Come on, let's not complain about him for now."

"I'll continue with the rest of the story." Xu Yichi crossed his arms.

"The craftsman chose to be tolerant, but sometimes he couldn't help but vaguely reveal his feelings to the girl. He didn't want to disturb or scare her, but emotions were sometimes beyond one's control."

"But the girl never noticed his thoughts - or maybe she didn't completely miss them. After all, the recognition and support from people who were on the same path as her would occasionally cause a momentary throbbing in her heart, like the summer night breeze or the autumn moon."

"But she is always sober, and this sobriety allows her to clearly and precisely know what is possible and what is not possible."

"In turbulent times, people tend to become overly emotional due to excessive tension. This kind of admiration may be sincere enough at this time, enough to make people ignore the various gaps between two people - but once the storm passes and everything becomes peaceful and prosperous one day, the various contradictions that once existed between them will burst out in an instant."

"For example, she was the first one to set foot on that road. She was not sure whether the craftsman would be able to catch up with her one day. She was not sure whether he could safely reach the place she had been to."

"Every step of awakening is painful enough. Every deeper awakening means that the previous layer of flesh and blood is forcibly stripped away in spirit. Those who cannot hold on will fall from the tower. Over the years, she has seen too many pioneers fall into the abyss again and become one of those who died drunk in a sea of ​​wine, meat and blood."

"For example, she knows that she is a rootless duckweed who can be thrown away at any time. Their actions of supporting the students this time will inevitably anger some people who are lurking in the back."

"And when the heat of the parade fades, those 'higher-ups' whose bones have long been softened by the rain will find a ladder to step down. They are almost destined to be the first to be sacrificed to appease some anger."