"Living—"
Halfway through, Rozim seemed to have thought of something, paused for a moment, sighed in a tone of remembrance:
"Well, alas, when I was my mother star, I was an apprentice at that time, and my life was depressed and desperate. It seemed that I could only be with pots and pans in the future. When I died, I threw it at the Tomb of the Nameless. I had this all my life... Once I slipped out and went to the nearby town and saw a funny comedy, which was a crude rural performance, but it left a deep impression on me."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly. You know, my memory has always been bad. I probably only remember that it was two homeless people who had been waiting for someone who would never come back..."
As he said that, Rozim jumped up from his chair and performed vividly-
【He should be here】
After saying this, Rozim jumped to the left again.
【He didn't say he was right to come】
【Will he not come?】
【Let's come again tomorrow】
【Then, come again the day after tomorrow】
【possible】
【Always like this】
【The problem is】
【Until he comes】
【You speak mercilessly】
【We were here yesterday】
【You made a mistake】
【Then what did we do yesterday?】
【What did we do yesterday?】
【By the way!】
【How... As long as you are present, you will definitely not be able to do anything】
[In my opinion, we were here yesterday]
Then, Rozim made a gesture of looking up from afar. It could not be said to be vivid, but at least it was vivid. Soshiyan was also amused. No wonder the recruits liked to listen to him tell stories so much. He was indeed born with the talent and personality of acting.
【You recognize this place?】
【I didn't say that】
【Um?】
【It doesn’t matter whether you recognize it or not】
【Full like...that tree...that swamp】
【You must be tonight?】
【What?】
【Are you waiting for him tonight?】
【He said it was Saturday, I want to】
【You want to】
【I definitely took down notes】
[But which Saturday? Also, is it Saturday? Is it impossible for today to be Sunday! Or Sunday—? Or Friday?]
【That is absolutely impossible】
【Or Thursday?】
【What should we do?】
[If he came yesterday and didn't find us here, then you can be sure that he would never come again today]
【But you said we were here yesterday】
[I might have made a mistake. Let’s stop talking for a while, will we succeed?]
After the performance, Rozim sat back on the chair, drank half of the wine left in the cup, and then picked up the cup again.
Soshiyang thought for a while and said:
"You clearly say that you have a bad memory, but you remember these details so clearly. Just like this country drama, it is so absurd and has no nutrition."
"This is where I like it. When they come to a place and wait for someone, why do they have to wait for him? Even they themselves can't figure it out. While waiting, they have nothing to do, they have nothing to do to make things happen, quarrel, hang themselves, and eat carrots... Don't you think this is very similar to life? No one knows where they end up going, just like they can never wait for someone they have to wait for, but they regard that person as an ideal, life beliefs, vision, and everything seems to be solved until it is solved? But few people have thought that nonsense, bragging, and making random noises in the waiting process may be the real place to appreciate in life?"
Soshiyang laughed, picked up the cup and clinked it with Rozim's.
"I can't tell that you are a little bit of a philosophy of life in it."
After taking a sip, he sighed and murmured to himself:
"Yes, why wait for someone who doesn't even know who he is?"
"Brother, I know that you are in this position and must have more concerns than idle people like me. Moreover, only people like you can beat the old monster like Abaddon. But I still want to say, since you are so tired, why should you make yourself tired? If you are not that important and urgent, don't worry about so many things. Let the young men do what you should do. Although we should devote ourselves to the emperor's grandfather for the rest of our lives, it's not too much to have a bit of our own life? You don't have to worry about those rumors, I only talk about my own opinions, why are the nobles, the governor, and the wine bags of Terra?
The rice bag can be made of three wives and four concubines, and the descendants will be extended. Oh, because Astart is an angel, he should die, and he should go to hell every day, and live like a machine all his life. In a better way, it is great, dedication, and for all mankind, but in detail, has so many deaths died just to make those dogs act majestic? Just like this expedition, so many people died, so many good soldiers died, and so many good guys died, but have they changed those dogs? Have they learned their lessons? So, if it were me, I would work hard for the Emperor Grandpa, but I would also have to live happily for the rest of my life!"
As he said that, Rozim, who was a little dry-mouthed, raised his glass and drank it to the bottom.
Soshiyang pointed at the other party with his two fingers and said with a smile:
"You are a man who has read any book, and he always speaks so vulgarly. You have never read it, and he always has a misunderstanding. Astat has been like this since his birth. There is only battle for a short or long life until his death. There is nothing to complain about... Otherwise, why choose to be Astat."
"Ah, I think so anyway, so don't be afraid of this and that. What's wrong with having a wife? Even if it's a spiritual race, what's wrong!? I was a little surprised when you said it at the beginning, but I didn't think there was anything behind it. We are humans, not machines, we have feelings, just like you are sitting with me now and chatting about it. This is feelings! If anyone says that we can live like a machine, no matter who it is, I will just go up and work for the emperor's grandfather. It's enough to be tired if you can do nonsense!?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After hearing this, Soshiyang thrust his cheeks, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh out loud. He picked up the wine glass and couldn't even sip.
In the end, I could only sigh.
"It's a pity that I can never be you..."
"Brother, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm just feeling a little..."
After a pause, Soshyan thought for a moment and asked softly:
"Brother, if...if...if...if one day, the primordial of the Eleventh Legion appears again...and I will disappear, you, warriors, everyone, will you remember me?"
Rozim frowned.
"What's this strange thing? Brother, have you had a nightmare?"
"Just talk, just treat it as a chat on the wine table. You are not so serious."
Rozim picked up the cooked canned ant beef meat and chewed it, as if thinking, and then replied:
"This is really beyond my imagination, but I wondered, how could I forget it? It was you who watched them become Astartes, you led them all the way, what does it have to do with the Primrose?"
Soshiyang shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the rippling liquid in the glass, pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, and then said slowly:
"Astadt should obey the Primarch from the genetic level, and their thinking will naturally be close to and loyal to their father of genes. This is above everything else, just like now, who still remembers the commander of the twenty legions?"
"I know that, but...Soshiyan, from the bottom of your heart, is this considered too much? Two people who are completely unfamiliar, just because of genes, have to kneel on the ground and whisper like a dog and be driven by the other like a dog? If you say that the Primarch is all wise and powerful, with insight into people's hearts and flawlessness, like a saint, then I don't say anything, but there are only some Primarchs... I went to the Archives when I was bored, and I was a person who said anything. Really, some Primarchs are just as good as I can, and Astart may not really obey Primarchs completely, otherwise there would be not so many loyal righteous men in the Great Rebellion."
Halfway through Rozim, he reached out to pick up the wine glass and took a sip, and then continued:
"... Let's talk about genes. You say it is also effective, but it is not effective... it is really not effective. If you talk about genetic relationships, then the emperor's grandfather is not closer to his sons, and he didn't see that those sons obeyed him. The emperor could not make his son obedient and did not see any discipline. Instead, he asked the Astats to bow to some mad dogs or primordials. Anyway, I think it's very unfair. I don't mean to be disrespectful to the emperor, so I just want to do things."
Soshiyang smiled.
Chapter completed!