For the first time in his life, Bao Jiaxian was not so calm. He had suppressed himself all his life and used the most stringent requirements to force himself to be a hero who would sacrifice himself for others.
But today, he expressed his dissatisfaction in front of his own destiny, the person closest to him in the world, and the only person who could let him scold, complain, and vent, but still had no regrets:
"Why can't they just leave and why do they say that to me?"
"Even if it's the same as before," Bao Jiaxian said, "even if they don't recognize me, scold me, and want to drive me away, it's better than hoping that I stay and go with me!"
"The path I took was a dead end, and the direction I gave them was wrong from the beginning!"
Bao Jiaxian knew it, he knew it from the beginning.
But he persisted to the end and would rather die than give up because he wanted to try and find the absolutely impossible possibility.
"They think I am a hero, and they have begun to worship me." Bao Jiaxian never thought that he would have such a day: "They think I am right, and it is not just one person, but a city.
One hundred thousand compatriots believe that I am right!"
In the past, Bao Jiaxian had imagined this day countless times. He longed for it, looked forward to it, and hoped to see his achievements in his lifetime.
Now that he saw it, what followed was fear and unprecedented pressure!
In the past, no one wanted to believe him. He just wanted people to believe him. But when some people really believed him, Baojiaxian suddenly discovered that he was leading more people to despair.
'Baojiaxian, where should we go next?'
'Baojiaxian, what are we going to do next?'
'Bao Jiaxian, please give us some direction and take us to realize your ideal.'
fear!
confused!
Facing the expectant eyes of these people, Bao Jiaxian was at a loss. He didn't know where to go next, he didn't know how to go!
"Why do you want to recognize me? Why do you want to follow me?"
Bao Jiaxian's voice was trembling: "I don't want them to become revolutionary soldiers. I just want them to live happily, live a peaceful life, not to be bullied, and to be united and friendly is enough!"
"To save others and to sacrifice for others, am I happy just because what I did caused them to have such thoughts and lead them to the point of no return?!"
"It's too hard to be an old soldier. It's enough for me to live such a hard life alone. They should pursue a happier life," Bao Jiaxian said: "Instead of learning from me, learning from a useless person, learning from an unrealistic
idiot!"
Baojiaxian has subtly infected the people of Fucheng and even assimilated them.
But the question is, can he shoulder this responsibility?
Is he qualified to protect and guide the people of Fucheng?
No, because even he himself didn't know what to do next, and he was completely trapped and died here!
Baojiaxian didn't dare to face the people of Fucheng. They believed in him from the bottom of their hearts, but Baojiaxian couldn't give them anything. And once they took Baojiaxian's path, what awaited them was death!
Baojiaxian is not afraid of hard days, days when he is not recognized by others, even if it means death.
But now...
"I'm really scared, Pu Ji." Bao Jiaxian: "You know what I'm thinking, you know everything, but tell me, what should I do? Tell me, what should I say to them?"
"Say I'm wrong? Tell them the truth about why I work so hard? Or tell them I'm just asking for death, I just want to die on the way to seek truth," Bao Jiaxian: "I'm not that fearless, the real me,
In fact, he is just a coward who deceives himself because he is afraid of facing reality!"
He is not afraid of telling the people of Fucheng the truth. What he is afraid of is the disappointment of the people of Fucheng.
If there really is no great unity in this world, then where should they go and return to the chaos of the past and fall into confusion again?
"You understand me, but you only understand me!"
Bao Jiaxian: "But that's not what I want now. What I want is for you to tell me, what should I do?!"
Kunxuzu's secret method is Baojiaxian's trump card. He still has a chance, but this opportunity is a gamble.
Save your breath, then return to the people of Fucheng, work hard with them, and lead them on the path of your choice. This is the best choice and the wisest choice.
At this moment, Puji and Baojiaxian looked at each other and remained silent.
Puji didn't say anything about Baojiaxian, just like she understood Baojiaxian, Baojiaxian also understood her: "I am your destiny, I just want you to be happy."
"When you told me your ideal that day, I knew that you might have made the wrong choice, but you told me that it was precisely because everyone said it was impossible that you tried and wanted to find your own way.
The road ahead, even if there is a cliff ahead of it, will cause you to fall to pieces."
Puji gently hugged Baojiaxian: "You live for them, just like me, I only live for you."
"Pu Ji..."
Bao Jiaxian felt that he should not resent her. Pu Ji followed him and was the only one who supported him, believed in him and never abandoned him.
No matter when, even if the whole world says something wrong with him, she will protect him and be with him.
"But it's fun, isn't it?"
"Although life is very hard and tiring, and you face so much dissatisfaction, ridicule and curses, you have always been happy doing what you like." Puji's eyes were a little moist, and she looked at Baojia with her own eyes.
Immortal's Life: "Whenever I see you hurt, my heart aches."
No one is willing to see their demon painter suffer.
But what can be done?
Bao Jiaxian likes it. He loves his career. Watching his man fight for his ideals and feeling the excitement and expectation in his heart, what can she do?
Laugh with him and cry with him.
"You keep saying, I understand you, I know you, so now, I will give you my answer," Pu Ji looked into Bao Jiaxian's eyes. She held Bao Jiaxian's hand, then stood up on tiptoes and kissed it.
touched his forehead: "My answer is, I understand..."
At this time, Puji was crying, but in her tears, she was smiling again: "Now, do you want to listen to my story, Baojiaxian?"
"Any more stories?"
Baojiaxian held Pu Ji's hand tightly. He was no longer afraid, because he already knew the answer he wanted from Pu Ji: "I have heard all your stories."
"Yeah?"
Puji: "But I have another story here that you must have never heard."