rpbooks Chapter 181 Part 2
Chapter 181 Part 2
chapter 181
My mind is so confused...!
Two lunatics, arguing back and forth here, even threatening to shoot. No wonder they're brothers, neither of them is thinking straight...
Meng Youcheng sighed and opened his lips. Feng Jingsheng stared at him in disbelief, but Meng Youcheng had no interest in looking at him and instead looked away.
The pistols that Feng Jingsheng and Song Qu had been holding down were lowered at some point. Neither of them spoke, both looking shocked. However, Feng Jingsheng's expression was a mixture of shock and joy...
Song Qu hesitated for a moment, then sighed and remained silent.
……
After driving for nearly half an hour, they finally arrived at the so-called Luocheng. The atmosphere was extremely quiet along the way, with almost no one speaking. However, Feng Jingsheng suddenly smiled and then looked at Meng Youcheng beside him...
The boy's joy was impossible to hide; his cheeks were rosy, and he was very happy.
Meng Youcheng didn't even need to think to know what he was thinking. That idiot... he must be overjoyed, right?
Ugh……
I really don't know what to do.
Seeing the two of them fighting, I originally wanted to stand by and watch, but then I thought that if I helped Feng Jingsheng out of this predicament, he would be very grateful to me and maybe he would be gentler with me that night.
Feng Jingsheng opened the car door first, and then quickly opened the car door for Meng Youcheng. Meng Youcheng was stunned for a moment, but still got out of the car.
The city before me was dilapidated, surrounded by noise and chaos, with the ground littered with debris, and a foul stench wafting from all directions…
This is... Los Angeles.
Meng Youcheng followed the two of them and slowly walked inside...
The inside was even more chaotic. Garbage was everywhere in the streets and alleys, and yellow sand was rolling around, creating a mess. You could hear people wailing. In some places, many people were lying down, suffering serious injuries and constantly crying out in pain.
Feng Jingsheng said that these people had all resisted and been shot.
Because they came from poor backgrounds and were born into the wrong family, they were looked down upon and discriminated against. Finding work was out of the question; they were confined to the city. Even some ambitious young people who left the city faced an impossible job opportunity…
Even if there are such jobs, they aren't exactly desirable.
They lived like slaves, devoid of any vitality, merely toys of the superiors. Later, the inferiors began to rebel, creating a meager army that clashed with the superiors for several years.
They just wanted fairness, they just wanted to escape poverty, they just wanted a chance to survive, they didn't want to be bossed around, they didn't want to be looked down upon by anyone, they just wanted to stand tall as human beings, not as dogs.
Looking at the scene before him, Meng Youcheng felt a sense of doubt.
He glanced at Feng Jingsheng beside him. The boy's face was no longer filled with joy. He walked on expressionlessly, occasionally helping a few of his men, but they didn't appreciate his help at all...
According to this setting, Feng Jingsheng is the good guy, right?
Then wouldn't I be a bad person?
Feng Jingsheng and Song Qu split up. Their objectives this time were, in addition to observing whether the lower-level troops had any intention of rebellion, to capture a fugitive criminal, who was a well-known leader in the lower-level army.
The leader was injured, and the people at the top believed there was an 80-90% chance he would come to the bottom to recuperate.
"I... used to live in the lower part, but not in Los Angeles, but in the neighboring city. That city is gone now, bombarded and completely wiped out. The residents who lived there died forever that day because of their resistance..."
Just then, Feng Jingsheng suddenly broke the silence between the two who had been silent until now, saying, "You must find it strange, right? How could a young master like me possibly appear in a place like that?"
Meng Youcheng froze for a second or two, "Me...?"
"Are you curious?"
Feng Jingsheng's face didn't beam with a smile, but you could always sense a warmth about him. He looked at Meng Youcheng and said, "It's actually very simple. My mother is from the lower class. She came to the big city to work, but couldn't find a good job, so she ended up working as a nanny at my father's house..."
"She was incredibly talented and unwilling to be relegated to the role of a nanny. She worked hard and strived for success, but unfortunately, she was born into the wrong family. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't overcome the world's prejudice against her. My father fell in love with her and, despite his family's objections, resolutely decided to be with her..."
"They didn't get married, and their families didn't acknowledge their relationship. In the first year, they had my older sister. My mother was kicked out and became homeless and stumbled along. Many years later, my grandfather finally passed away, my father found my mother, and they were pregnant with me..."
"Even after Grandpa passed away, many people objected. Everyone was against it. Dad was the chosen one, destined to inherit the throne. He couldn't be with someone like Mom. He had to marry a woman of equal social standing. Mom couldn't bear it and left while pregnant with me..."
"She had nowhere else to go, so she came to her maternal grandparents' house, which is the lower part of the story. I was born and grew up here. Later, my mother passed away, and a bombardment hit the area. Before that, my father, who was dying, found me and took me back to the upper part of the story, giving me a completely new identity..."
Meng Youcheng remained silent and did not speak.
Feng Jingsheng stared intently at him. "Aren't you curious why my older sister's surname is Song, while mine is Feng?"
Meng Youcheng was stunned for a second or two, "I..."
"It's very simple..."
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him again, "My father's surname is Song. My mother hated my father's indecisiveness. She said she hated him, but I know she hated the injustice of this world. So before she died, she named me Feng Jingsheng, so that I would take her surname..."
"Jingsheng means to live with strength, never bow down, always have backbone. When the spring breeze blows, the stubborn grass will grow again. They are always vigorous, never give up, and always protest against injustice."
Feng Jingsheng sighed, "Later, when my father found out the meaning of the name, everyone in the family wanted me to change it, but my father refused. He said it was the only thing my mother left behind, and he wanted to keep it safe..."
"That's how I've lived the first half of my life."
Feng Jingsheng's gaze remained fixed on Meng Youcheng, as if he wanted some response from him.
But Meng Youcheng lowered his head and walked away...
Feng Jingsheng finally shifted his focus, looking around. "I remember the house I used to live in was even more dilapidated than this. It leaked when it rained, and we could only use rags to cover it up. We didn't have much money to begin with, and we had to pay fees every month. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to bankrupt a family..."
"One by one, my friends around me died. They were sick, but they didn't have money for treatment. Big hospitals wouldn't admit them, and small hospitals wanted money, so they could only drag it out, buying a little medicine, but eventually they couldn't fight it off and died right in front of me..."
"When I was little, I was most afraid of catching a cold and having a fever because my best friend died that way. I was afraid of dying too. What child isn't afraid of death? Once I caught a cold and I was terrified, but there was nothing I could do about it..."
"The people in the lower ranks are like blades of grass without soil; how could they possibly survive?"
Meng Youcheng's heart gradually grew uneasy.
One by one, people around him wailed in agony, their cries echoing through the heavens and earth. Their wounds were rotting and the stench emanating from them was extremely unpleasant. It seemed that the people living here could die at any moment.
Children could often be seen, dressed in tattered clothes, their eyes filled with terror...
So... am I really the villain of this world?
……
After patrolling for nearly an hour, they finally reached the end of the patrol route, but they did not find the fugitive. Feng Jingsheng did not look for him seriously and just glanced at him casually.
Song Qu must have taken it seriously; he searched for a long time before finally arriving at the rendezvous point.
The car they were in returned to the Young Marshal's Mansion, and Song Min, full of anticipation, went to the amusement park...
Feng Jingsheng's previously somber face finally broke into a long-lost smile...
Everything he had just witnessed seemed to have vanished into thin air, but it lingered in Meng Youcheng's mind. He turned to look at the smiling boy beside him...
Feng Jingsheng's smile was so bright, but in his heart, had he really forgotten everything he had just seen?
After playing all afternoon, they finally returned home. Song Qu took another car and did not go back to the Marshal's Mansion with them; he must have gone home on his own.
As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the doctor sitting in the living room. He came out and said, "You're finally back. The medicine?"
He handed the white bottle to Feng Jingsheng. "The kidney medicine you asked me to prescribe yesterday, nothing else, I'm leaving now. I have other things to do, the patient is waiting for me..."
Feng Jingsheng took the medicine bottle, but his gaze was on Meng Youcheng. He replied with a single word, "Okay."
After the doctor left, Meng Youcheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced at Feng Jingsheng, who was looking at him, and was about to look away when Feng Jingsheng suddenly said, "The medicine has arrived..."
Meng Youcheng understood what he meant, and replied with a single word, "Oh..."
Feng Jingsheng suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, what is it? Aren't you going to say anything?"
"What stance should we take?"
Feng Jingsheng grinned wickedly. "After taking the medicine, how late do you think you can last tonight?"