Chapter 1259: Have you lived for yourself?

"What is the meaning of life?"

Yang Qing lay in Chen Hong's embrace, pondering this question.

He had lived two lifetimes, yet in the end he still didn't understand this question.

In this lifetime, he had always thought he knew.

His life was to change the fate of the Big Building's people.

He achieved it; here there is no chicken birth, no intense slaughter.

Here there is no reckless housing game; the rain he had endured, most people have not endured.

Even the Daxia men here couldn't find a wife; because of him, over these many years, the number of eligible women imported globally into the Big Building exceeds one hundred million.

Now the Big Building has many mixed-blood children; most are handsome and beautiful, because when they were imported, they were selected.

Here there is also usury, but Xinmin Bank Bank Bank Bank Bank's low-interest loans have continued for decades, at least saving half of those who fell back into poverty due to debt problems.

Here there is no cutthroat competition; the new business model and collective shareholding model have given dignity to most people.

Here there is indeed hope; the several universities previously supported by his Yang Family each year enable many lower-class people to achieve their economic aspirations.

Moreover, the example set by his Yang Family people means that in the whole Big Building circle, intermarriage with ordinary people is not looked down upon.

And there are many, many...

By all accounts, his life is complete.

But now, his heart still feels empty; only Chen Hong's embrace seems able to give him some warmth.

"What's wrong with me?"

He asked himself, this shouldn't be the result.

He should have no regrets.

Why am I so illusory?

Chen Hong suddenly felt wetness on her chest; the suppressed emotions could no longer be endured.

Her tears burst forth.

He should have laughed, but he cried.

Why did he cry? Why did he cry?

Chen Hong didn't understand, yet she somehow did.

She forcibly suppressed herself, not allowing any change, fearing Yang Qing would notice.

No one knew how long her tears had been flowing.

Chen Hong finally slowly organized her emotions.

The night was deep.

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"My old boy, let's sleep outside today."

Yang Qing hunched like a child.

"No, the sea breeze is still cold."

Chen Hong stroked Yang Qing's hair, which was like dry grass.

"Shall we go back to Jingcheng to have a look?"

Yang Qing still shook his head; he had no desire to go out.

"No need."

Yang Qing's entire life once again turned over in her mind.

"Qing, in this lifetime I've lived well, yet also badly."

"The good is because of you; the bad is also because of you."

"Because of you, I have enjoyed all the wealth and honor of the world."

"Likewise because of you, the perfect life left to me is my greatest regret."

"You are like a prince on a white horse, appearing in my life; I once thought that was the best arrangement."

"But in the end, the fairy tale cannot withstand reality."

"You betrayed me, no matter what the reason, you betrayed me."

"I hate you; you gave me the best dream, yet then destroyed it."

"Are you going to say I'm being overly sentimental?"

Yang Qing gripped Chen Hong's hand; a surge of pain rose in his heart.

Although he had always avoided this issue, it is the hardest problem for him to face Chen Hong.

He confronted his own heart.

The word 'love' is so secret; he hid it in some unknown corner.

Facing it, he is so powerless and cowardly.

"Sorry."

"Hong Jie, I am an incapable person."

"I am ashamed before you."

Chen Hong shook her head; her dark black hair reflected a seven-colored glow.

She held him tighter.

She rubbed her face lightly against his hair.

"Yang Qing, if there is an afterlife, can you love me well?"

"Afterlife?"

Mm!

In my next life, I'll be your devoted follower for a lifetime, as long as you don't leave me.

He once advised others in the Live Broadcast Room not to be a devoted follower, but now he has forgotten that.

He merely felt indebted, wanting to make amends, and at the same time he began to confront his own heart.

Do you love Chen Hong?

The answer here becomes certain.

I hope that after drinking Meng Po's soup, I will remember only you and forget everything else.

In my next life, I live only for you.

Wuu...

In the end, Chen Hong still couldn't hold back.

This question gave great comfort to his heart.

It let her regrets gain great satisfaction.

Then I also want to remember only you; I'm afraid I'll forget you, and I don't want you to love me desperately without getting a response.

In our next life, let's live a little more simply.

Live an ordinary person's life, have a little money, enough for food, drink, shelter, and travel.

In the next life, we won't have children; just the two of us, growing old together.

That way, no one will disturb us.

Yang Qing's tears also flowed again.

The tears of this life have made him shed them all today.

I'm afraid I'll forget you; I don't want you to love me desperately without getting a response.

Yang Qing murmured this sentence, and the bitterness in Chen Hong's heart began to fill his heart.

He has never said that he loves Chen Hong.

He is incapable of love.

Even he has been avoiding this word.

Even now, he still cannot say those words.

Between him and that word, it seems there are countless transparent walls blocking.

I hope that then I can satisfy your fantasies about everything; even if there is none, I will still strive to become what you like.

No.

Chen Hong interrupted his words.

Just be yourself; fantasies will always shatter, but you won't.

In the distance, Tanaka Yuko listened quietly.

She turned back to look at her man, feeling she was a bit too greedy.

In this world, where is perfection?

Nevertheless, she was still attracted to the future life that Yang Qing depicted for the two of them.

Simple, plain and tranquil life.

If this is the end of happiness, then what about the many who divorce because of a bland life?

She thought of a saying.

The world is a circle; what you hope for is what others despise.

There is another saying.

The unattainable is always restless.

In this world, how many can truly possess love?

Too extravagant.

Although she feels these two are a bit overly sentimental.

But this does not hinder her from following their conversation and imagining the future.

Thinking of Yang Qing's state, a wave of sadness soaked her heart.

If there is a next life?

"Yang Qing, can I be your wife?"

Feelings always have unknown origin and unknown end.

At her age, the world's constraints on her are optional; her thoughts are more liberated.

Yang Qing is boring; having taken care of him these years, she knows that being his wife would make life boring and dull.

But she is willing; she is willing to take care of his life.

She also doesn't know what emotion this is.

Maybe it's the contagion of having a decent little life, a bit perverted.