"Alive——"
Halfway through his words, Rozim seemed to think of something and paused for a moment. He sighed in a nostalgic tone:
"Well, alas, in the old home planet, when I was still an apprentice, my life was depressing and hopeless. It seemed that I could only do this for the rest of my life. Living with pots and pans, and throwing them into the Tomb of the Unknowns when you die, you will live like this for the rest of your life. Once I slipped out and went to a nearby town, I saw a funny comedy, a crude local performance. But it left a deep impression on me."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's been too long, I can't remember it, you know, mine. My memory has never been very good. I probably only remember that they were two homeless people, waiting for someone who would never come back."
As he said this, 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 would come]
[What if—he doesn’t come? 】
[Let’s come back tomorrow]
[Then, come back the day after tomorrow]
[Maybe]
[Keep going like this]
[The problem is]
【Wait until he comes】
【You are so merciless】
【We were here yesterday too】
【You are wrong】
< br>【Then what did we do yesterday? 】
【What did we do yesterday? 】
【That’s right! 】
【Why can't we be sure of anything as long as you are here】
【In my opinion, we were here yesterday】
Then, Rozim said: He made a gesture of looking up into the distance, which could not be said to be lifelike, but at least lifelike. Soshiyang was also amused. No wonder the recruits liked listening to his stories so much. He did have the talent and personality to perform naturally.
【Do you recognize this place? 】
【I didn't say that】
【Huh? 】
【It doesn’t matter whether you recognize it or not】
【Exactly the same tree and swamp】
[You must be tonight? 】
【What? 】
【Are you waiting for him tonight? 】
[He said it was Saturday, I think]
[You think]
【I definitely took notes】
【But which Saturday? Also, is today Saturday? Isn't it possible that today is Sunday! Or day—? Or Friday? 】【That's 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 will never come again today]
[But you said we were here yesterday]
[I might We made a mistake, let’s stop talking for a while, okay? 】
After the performance, Rozim sat back on his chair, drank half of the wine left in the glass, and then picked up the glass again.
Soshiyang thought for a while and then said:
"You clearly said that you have a bad memory, but you remember these details so clearly, just like this country drama, how absurd and nutritious."
"This is what I like about it, they came to a There is no place to wait for someone. Even they themselves don’t know why they are waiting for him. While waiting, they look for trouble, talk, quarrel, hang themselves, and eat carrots. Don’t you think this is very similar to life? No one knows where it will go, just like you can never wait for the person you want to wait for, but you regard that person as your ideal, life belief, and vision, as if everything will be solved when you wait for it. But few people have thought about it? , the nonsense, bragging, and fooling around during the waiting process, may it be what is truly worth appreciating in life?”
Soshiyang chuckled, picked up the cup and clinked it with Rozim’s cup. .
“I can’t tell that you still have some philosophy of life.”
After taking a sip, he sighed softly and muttered to himself:
"Yes, why are you waiting for someone who doesn't even know who he is?"
"Brother, I know that in this position, you must have more worries than an idle person like me, not to mention Only people like you can defeat old monsters like Abaddon, but I still want to say, since you are already so tired, why bother making yourself more tired? Just ignore things that are not so important and urgent. There are so many of them, let them do whatever they should do. Although we should dedicate our lives to the Emperor, it’s not too much to live a little life of our own, right? You don’t have to worry about those rumors. Whatever, I'm just telling you my own point of view. How come those hive nobles, governors, and Terra's drunkards can have three wives and four concubines, and have descendants? Oh, because Astartes are angels, they should To die, you should go to hell every day and live like a machine all your life. At best, that is greatness, that is dedication, and it is for all mankind, but to put it more specifically, so many Asta have died. Just to let those bullies dominate? Just like in this expedition, so many people died, so many good soldiers died, so many good guys died, but did they change their ways? Are you good? So, if it were me, I would still work hard for the emperor, but I also want to live happily for the rest of my life!"
As he spoke, Luo Qi felt a little thirsty. Mu raised his glass and drank it to the bottom.
Soshiyang pointed at the other party with two fingers and said with a smile:
"You, tell me what books you have read, but you are always so vulgar in your words, saying that you have not read them. Well, he always talks nonsense. This has been the setting of the Astartes since their birth. Whether it is a short or a long life, they only fight until they die. There is nothing to complain about. Otherwise, why choose to be an Astartes? Special.”
"Ah, that's what I think anyway, so you really shouldn't always be afraid of this or that. What's wrong with having a wife? Even if she's an Eldar, so what!? I was a little surprised when you said it at first, But I don’t think there is anything behind it. We are humans, not machines. We have feelings, just like you and I are sitting together and chatting. This is feelings! If anyone says that we should live like a machine, no matter what. Who, I'm just going to punch you hard, I'm tired of working for the emperor, why do you need to talk nonsense! ? But he couldn't laugh, and even when he picked up the wine glass, he couldn't take a drink.
In the end, I could only sigh.
“It’s a pity that I can never be you.”
“Brother, what’s going on?”
"Nothing, just a little emotional"
After a pause, Soshyan thought for a moment, and then asked softly:
"Brother, if if if one day, the original body of the Eleventh Legion I will appear again and I will disappear. Will you, the soldiers, everyone, still remember me?"
Rozim frowned.
"What's this weird thing? Brother, are you having a nightmare?"
"Just talk casually, just treat it as a casual chat at the wine table. You are not usually that serious."
Rozim picked up the cooked canned ant-bull meat and chewed it, as if thinking, and then Answered:
"This is really beyond my imagination, but I wonder, how could I forget? It was you who watched them become Astartes, and it was you who led them along the way. What does the original body have to do with it?"
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, then said slowly:
"Asi Tate should obey the original body from the genetic level. Their minds will naturally be close to and loyal to their genetic father. This is above all else. Just like now, who still remembers the twenty legions? Long? ”
"That's what I'm saying, and I know it, but... Soshiyang, tell me from your heart, is this too much? Two people who are completely strangers, just because of their genes, one of them has to kneel on the ground and be humble. Like a dog driven by another? You want to say that each Primarch is wise, insightful, flawless, like a saint, then I won't say anything, but there are some Primarch archives when I am bored. I didn't go less often. I'm the one who says whatever I want. Really, some of the Primarchs can just fuck me, and the Astartes may not really obey the Primarchs completely, otherwise there wouldn't be that much in the Great Rebellion. What a loyal and righteous person.”
Halfway through his words, Rozim reached out and picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then continued:
“Let’s talk about genes, you say they work. It doesn't work. It doesn't work very well. In terms of genetic relationship, the emperor's grandfather and his sons were not closer, and they didn't see those sons obeying him. The emperor himself couldn't help himself. His son is obedient and there is no discipline, but he wants the Astartes to obey some mad dogs or crazy Primarchs. Anyway, I think it is very unfair. I don’t mean to be disrespectful to the Emperor. Let’s just deal with the matter. .”
Soshiyang smiled.
“Oh, you drank too much.”