The sweat had run dry, the effort had been exhausted, and all that remained were tears.
Late at night, in the dormitory of the Sixth Class Citizens, snores rose everywhere in a chaotic din.
Tang Qian, who usually slept like a dead pig the moment his head touched the pillow, lay awake instead, tossing and turning.
He couldn't understand it.
He was so pissed!!!
Unable to endure it any longer, he dragged the Ancestral Founders out of the Inheritance Sacrifice and demanded, "Fourth Grand Uncle, what the hell are you thinking?" "What I'm thinking isn't important. What matters is what you're thinking."
Fourth Grand Uncle calmly asked in return, "Do you intend to live like this for the rest of your life?"
Tang Qian fell silent, not out of shame, but because he was "lost."
He couldn't understand it, couldn't figure it out, couldn't comprehend it.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
Trying to make me laugh?
Well, you won!
"Fuck your mother." Tang Qian furiously retorted, "What's wrong with spending my whole life like this? If I spend my life building bridges, repairing roads, doing good deeds, and accumulating virtue, does that mean I'll have a bright future? Is this fucking my fault?
"This shitty inheritance—every generation only cared about having fun when they were killing, setting fires, and fighting life-and-death struggles. They never left the slightest leeway for those who came after. Fine, they lived sloppily and died ugly, but once it gets to me, suddenly how I live my life becomes fucking important beyond belief!? Don't you think something's wrong with that?"
"Why, Fourth Grand Uncle!"
Tang Qian demanded, "Wouldn't good enough be enough? What's wrong with muddling through the days? Is there really anything wrong with being confused and aimless?"
"Indeed."
Fourth Grand Uncle sounded approving, as