??Chapter 133: Chapter 127 Train 2
Chapter 133: Chapter 127 Train 2
“Huh? You’re not with him?” Lin You was sowhat taken aback. “I saw you helping him and pouring water earlier, I thought you were together.”
“No, we just got on the train together,” the girl answered with a laugh. “But is he your…?” She looked toward Lin Fei sitting by the window.
Though reluctant, Lin You eventually admitted in a low voice, “He’s my brother.”
“Your brother?” The girl’s surprised gaze returned to Lin You and then shifted back to Lin Fei.
“They don’t look alike, do they?” Suddenly she realized that such a remark was undoubtedly impolite.
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t an to…”
Lin You replied nonchalantly, “It’s okay, everyone says that. I’m used to it. We really don’t look alike.”
“People should learn to live more easily. Life in this world is but a short span of nearly a hundred years,” the old man sitting on the bunk drank a sip of wine contentedly.
Lin Fei was silent for a while, then burst out laughing again.
“That’s right, laugh more naturally,” the old man motioned to Lin Fei with his cup, “Want so?”
“Sure,” Lin Fei nodded.
“Why live life so strenuously? Young people should relax more!” The old man took out another cup and began pouring wine for Lin Fei. “When I was your age, I was full of youthful energy, thought I was invincible! Not like you, looking all gloomy.”
“In life, a lot of tis, things are beyond our control,” Lin Fei said calmly.
“Beyond your control?” The old man’s cloudy eyes scrutinized Lin Fei. “How can you talk like that at such a young age? Where’s your spirit?”
At that mont, the train outside began to move slowly. The noise from the train hitting the tracks started at the bottom. One after another, gradually accelerating from slow to fast.
The old man held up his cup. “Co on! Take a drink!”
Lin Fei smiled naturally, raised his cup, and the two clinked their glasses lightly.
The liquid in the glass was golden yellow, exuding a strong scent of dicinal liquor, with tiny black sedints visible at the bottom. Clearly, the liquor was homade.
Lin Fei took a small sip. Despite expecting the liquor to be cold, it entered his mouth warm and smooth, gentle and soothing. His tongue and mouth barely felt the alcohol; he needed to pay close attention to experience the sensation similar to body temperature, like touching satin-smoothness.
“Good liquor!” Lin Fei, due to his martial arts background and experiences from past and present lives, seldom drank liquor, but this did not an he did not recognize the quality of the drink he was having.
The old man smiled proudly.
“I added many hard-to-get ingredients in it.”
Lin You asked curiously from the side, “Sir, what did you put in there?”
“Nothing much, just a big toad, then mixed with so herbs.”
Lin You, who had also wanted to taste it, suddenly felt nauseous.
“How about it? Would you like to try so?” The old man was ready to promote his liquor again.
“Uh, I think I’ll pass…” Lin You quickly walked to one side and crouched down to watch a kitten lapping up milk.
A flash of lightning streaked across the window.
Boom!
The thunder roared, and the entire sky felt oppressive. The train had left the station, surrounded by rows of double-story houses, now clearly in the outskirts of the suburbs. The economic condition of the residents did not seem too good.
The houses were not tall, and behind them, the green mountains could be seen in the distance. The mountains stretched continuously, disappearing into the far end beyond sight.
Lin Fei took another sip of his drink. He turned his face toward the window. Sohow, he found himself enamored with days of gloomy rain, much like he enjoyed the darkness.
In the darkness, there was only himself. Everything from the outside world was far away. At that mont, his truest self from deep within erged. It was a feeling of tranquility and safety that enveloped him completely and was omnipresent.
“So people aspire to achieve greatness and be rembered for ages. Others, even if they’re bad, want to be notoriously bad for eons. There’s a saying, ‘Not to be rembered for ages, but to be notorious for eons, so as not to be forgotten.’ Like this old man who lived most of his life, only to grasp a bit of truth at the end,” the old man said with a sigh.
The girl who had been supporting him was now sitting beside him, listening with a smile.
Shuang’er was also sitting next to Lin Fei, a small piece of black cloth on her face not hiding her cuteness, which caught Lin You, Jiang Nan, and the unnad girl’s frequent glances.
“Are you all students?” the old man suddenly asked.
Lin Fei nodded, “Yes, we are all in high school.”
“Youth is truly wonderful,” the old man seed to recall sothing. He took another sip of his drink.
Outside the window, lightning flashed, sporadically illuminating the entire carriage in a ghostly white.
“Living in this world, it all cos down to fa and fortune. Once you have a goal, you start to strive. After countless failures, you finally succeed, reach your goal, but then you feel an emptiness inside,” the old man said, looking helpless. He seed to really enjoy expressing his sentints.
“The outco isn’t important, it’s the process that matters,” Lin Fei said calmly.
“Exactly,” the old man lost himself in mories. “The happiest tis of my life were when I was striving with my brothers. Now, I can’t seem to find that feeling anymore.”
“It’s because you’re without a goal now, so naturally, you can’t enjoy that process anymore,” Lin Fei said with a smile. “Maybe you should set your goals higher from the start, so you can enjoy all your ti like that.”
“That makes sense,” the old man nodded. “Once the answer is revealed, it’s never as exciting as the anticipation of the unknown. Once you truly achieve your goals, it generally isn’t as wonderful as you imagined.”
“So people live aimlessly, follow their feelings, like what they like, dislike what they dislike, their circle of life forever limited around them. So live with imnsely grand goals and aspirations from the start. Those who are said to have a broad mind are simply those with goals far beyond what ordinary people can imagine, so they neither want nor care to spend Heart Force and Aura on mundane daily matters. They are always progressing, maybe in domains unseen by others, maybe in visible ones. It’s just that ordinary people don’t understand,” Lin Fei also sighed.
“Well said,” the old man slapped the table. “Seeing how deeply you understand this, you must have planned your own goals, haven’t you?”
Lin Fei was startled.
“My goals?”
Was it to avert the tragedies of his past life after being reborn? By now, his strength had already reached C-rank, and in the upcoming years, it was set to progress continuously. Once a person is without a goal, they begin to focus on the trivial gains and losses around them. That’s the beginning of self-limitation. Limiting oneself ans stagnation.
Suddenly, Lin Fei rembered the goals of his past life. Back then, he was rely passionate about Chinese martial arts. But where did that passion originally co from?
He recalled his childhood, watching animated and fantasy shows every day at six o’clock, promptly sitting in front of the TV on a little stool. No matter how his mother threatened or tempted him, he wouldn’t budge like a mountain. At that ti, he didn’t really understand the so-called plots; he just watched the colorful movents on the TV because they were pretty, and during the magic sequences in the fantasy shows, it was also because they looked beautiful and powerful.
“What do I really want? The initial feeling and dreams.”
“Can a person really beco that powerful? In this universe, what is the ultimate limit that mankind can reach?”
Everyone thinks they are at the center of everything, and everything around them exists based on their feelings. If they die, even if everything else continues to exist, what significance does that have for them?
“Actually, everyone lives in a world completely their own.” This is so-called selfishness.
Lin Fei turned his face, watching as the sky outside the window transford with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning mixed together.
Boom!!
A thunderous roar suddenly exploded.
“In my past life, I lived in the era of others.”
He opened his palms.
“Now, it’s my era.”
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