My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 196 Is it right or wrong to use unjust means to achieve a just goal?

"drink wine?"

"Don't drink."

"Have a drink."

"That's a little bit. Cough~~" Fujiwara Xingkong coughed violently a few times, his throat felt like it had been burned, and it was burning hot.

The chandelier on the bar swayed slightly, and even the light trembled.

Su Wo Liyi frowned, looking at his rain-drenched hair, a few strands of wet hair were stuck to his forehead, and there was an unknown light in his eyes.

It's really beautiful, if you look at it for a long time, you can't bear to look away.
She shook her head, expelled the strange thoughts, and then passed a pot of tea from the bar.

"Don't drink if you are underage. I don't want the canteen to be closed for rectification because of this."

Along with the tea, there was a handkerchief.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Hoshizora took the towel and wiped his hair. At the same time, he put the tea on the bar in front of him. Then he looked at Ibaraki Doji and said, "I'm surprised that you are here. I thought you should be in Tokyo at this time. .”

"I was caught off guard by you, even if I'm in Tokyo, it's useless." Ibaraki Doji was digging the ice cubes in the ice bucket with an ice pick in a serious manner, "I'm a little curious about it, how did you guys know about my plan? Although the bride knows a little bit, she won't know that much detail."

This is thanks to Celty's shadow. Fujiwara Xingkong took a sip of tea and asked tentatively: "So, do you have any plans for the future?"

Ibaraki Doji gave him a meaningful look, "Do you think I will say it?"

"I'll just ask casually. If you don't tell me, I won't lose money. If you tell me, I'll make money." Fujiwara Xingkong didn't look at him anymore, but ate the free cake on the bar with small bites.

Well, it's very sweet and delicious. I wonder if Suga Riyi made it by herself.

Ibaraki Doji put the wine glass on the bar, stared into the bar for a while, and then asked, "Do you still remember the report about you and Xia Xilin in your school newspaper?"

Fujiwara Xingkong did not answer, and he went on to add: "[Low Desire Society: Young people who have lost their future before stepping out of school.] This is the report, and the writing is really great, don't you think?"

This is written by me, isn't it great? Fujiwara Hoshiku shrugged nonchalantly, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Why did you bring this up?"

"Because it's so well written." Ibaraki Doji filled his glass with whiskey and rambled on.

"This country is becoming more and more lifeless."

"Young people in their 20s are enjoying a "semi-retirement life," where they only work two days a week and take the remaining five days off."

"Work the least amount of work, earn the least amount of money, and minimize the desire to consume. The only goal is to survive. They follow a life philosophy that is completely different from their parents': no ​​matter how hard you work, you won't get better, so it's better not to work hard in the first place. They are justifiably wasting each day with no confidence in the future of the country or their own future."

Ibaraki Doji took another sip of wine and asked, "Do you know why it is like this?"

Without waiting for Xingkong Fujiwara to answer, he went on to say to himself: "It's a powerful society, a powerful society with a modern system! All the resources of this country are monopolized in the hands of a few people, and the sons of officials will become Officials, the sons of entrepreneurs will become entrepreneurs, and young people simply cannot squeeze into the circle of high society through struggle, why should they work hard?"

Fujiwara Hoshikora silently took a sip of whiskey, and the taste of the wine made him choke and frown.

"Now the government's measures are becoming more and more unpopular, and those who originally supported it are becoming more and more discouraged and disappointed. Everyone just needs a fire to ignite the anger in their hearts..." Ibaraki Doji drank wine and used the bar counter The dim light slowly said, "There are various signs that the cause I have been fighting for will soon..."

"Career?" Fujiwara Xingkong asked puzzled: "Your career, do you mean wanting to rebel?"

"No, you are wrong." Ibaraki Doji shook his head and said firmly: "You are wrong. My career is to have another October Revolution."

When he said this, there was light in the monster's eyes.

Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and a bright flag floated in front of his eyes.

Ibaraki Doji drank the whiskey in the glass one after another, "This country has been ruled by clansmen for too long. If this system is not completely destroyed, the whole society will only decline more and more."

"So." Fujiwara Hoshizora struggled to swallow the last bite of cake and hesitated: "Are you planning to overthrow the existing political system and establish a brand new regime?"

"That's right." Ibaraki Doji nodded, "I will go down the path envisioned in the 70s and [-]s."

"Why do you think that way?"

Ibaraki Doji recalled for a while, and replied: "Marx said that capitalism is a self-destructive system. Because it will constantly create forces against itself, and this force will eventually reverse the entire system."

Fujiwara Xingkong agrees with this sentence very much, cyberpunk society is definitely the future of capitalism.But those are still too far away, and it is simply not something that can be stopped now.

Ibaraki Doji looked at him and said intently: "According to my vision, after the new government is established, it will adopt a fairer election method and let the people themselves lead the new country."

"In the future, the production equipment of each company will become the finance owned by everyone, and everyone will have a certain proportion of the production tools. All the benefits created will be distributed to the labor in proportion, instead of being owned by the management as it is now. Take it all away. Only in this way will young people have the motivation to move up, and only in this way can a society that only takes care of the interests of a few be better."

Fujiwara Hoshizora said helplessly: "Capitalists are not willing to let proletarian workers take ownership of production tools."

"Kill all those who don't want to."

"That would kill a lot of people."

"How can there be a revolution without the dead."

Fujiwara Xingkong didn't know how to answer the conversation now, because he didn't expect Ibaraki Doji to say this to him at all.

Now he feels, it's like you have collected enough resources and equipment in the game, and your level has also risen, and when you are about to have a final decisive battle with the boss to save the world, the boss is so fucking him Discussed lofty revolutionary ideals with you.

Moreover, you still feel that what the boss said is very reasonable, you can't refute it!
Gan!
Am I the villain?
Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help doubting this matter in his heart. In terms of identity, he was the boyfriend of the chaebol lady who sucked countless blood, which seemed to fit the villain's setting quite well.

But this won't work
He remembered a word.

The idealist is incorrigible: if he is thrown out of his paradise, he will create an ideal hell. — Nietzsche

In order to pursue a fair, harmonious and beautiful world, they will redesign the social system and redistribute social benefits.This touches the interests of the existing vested interests and will be contradicted and destroyed.

At this time, idealists will start wars for their ideal country.Where there is war, there must be sacrifice, and there must be death. Heaven is built on hell.

So the question is, is it right or wrong to use unjust means and methods to achieve a certain just goal?
Fujiwara Hoshikora put his lips to the edge of the thin wine glass, sticking out his tongue like a dog to lick the whiskey in the glass, while thinking about this question, unable to get an answer for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, the wine in the glass was empty, and he had a severe headache. Ibaraki Doji left at some point, and all the other guests were gone.Through the glass, it can be seen that it is still raining outside, and there is no one on the road, but the light from the street lamps is dimly illuminating the wet road.

There were also wine glasses and ashtrays on the bar counter. Fujiwara Hoshizo closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers, hoping to relieve the discomfort caused by the headache.

"You seem to be drunk." Su Wo Liyi poured him a cup of tea and handed it out from the bar.She was wearing a navy blue skirt today, with her snow-white shoulders exposed, and a small diamond pendant on her left ear.

Every time he sees Soga Rii, Fujiwara Hoshizora feels that she seems to become more beautiful.

Today, this close-fitting thin skirt perfectly highlighted the arc of her chest, which made his breathing very uncomfortable, and he really wanted to tear off the skirt to see the scenery inside.

Probably because his throat was dry, Fujiwara Hoshizora quickly took the cup of warm tea and drank it in one go before taking a few deep breaths.

Exhaled exhaust, still the smell of whiskey.

"Tomorrow evening, Central Street South." Su Woliyi sat down on the high stool beside him and looked over: "Master Ono, whom you have been looking for for several days, will appear there, but unfortunately, at that time He should not be him."

Fujiwara Xingkong put his hands on his swollen forehead and asked, "Are you going tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"I want to enter Rashomon."

"That's a pity I can't have that door opened."

"You are not my opponent."

"Always have to try."

"Whatever." Su Woliyi quietly pulled down the hem of the skirt, trying to block his malicious sight.

Fujiwara Xingkong said that it doesn't matter, if you don't look at the legs, then look at the shoulders.

"Don't you have several girlfriends? They are not enough for you to see?" Su Wo Liyi chewed a piece of ice, her lips became extremely moist and red under the stimulation of ice water.

It's like jelly, I really want to taste it.

Fujiwara Xingkong imitated her and took a piece of ice from the ice bucket and put it in her mouth, chewing "Kaka" while saying vaguely: "It's impossible for me to be with you anyway, do you want me to show you what I'm doing?" girlfriend."

"Sorry, I'm not that interested."

"Unless you gag my mouth with your lips, I must tell you today."

Suga Liyi hugged her chest and stared at him with blood-red pupils, conveying the message 'You better know when enough is enough'.

Fujiwara Xingkong raised his arm, shook the phone, and laughed in a trance.

In the photo on the mobile phone, there is a woman with short hair that does not reach the shoulders. The lines of the shoulders and neck are slender.But when she looked at the camera, there was a very natural smile on the corner of her mouth. The person who wanted to help her take pictures should be someone she liked very much.

"Hiccup~~" Fujiwara Hoshizora burped.Then he pursed his lips, took a breath, and stayed awake.

"Her name is Yukino Risa, 28 years old, a novelist who has never written any novels, and she is also a slut, she likes to squint and smile."

"Are you showing off to me?" Suga Rika looked at him with a slightly sullen gaze.

"There's more, don't worry." Fujiwara Hoshikora swiped his fingers and shook his phone.

In this photo, the background is a bustling street market with bright lights. A beautiful girl with bows on the left and right sides of her head is holding the arm of a young man, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, revealing white, sharp eyes. the teeth of.

"Her name is Xia Xilin." Fujiwara Xingkong took a breath, and tried to speak intermittently. "A perfect high school student who is also a chaebol lady and a shrine maiden who is elegant, beautiful, and proud."

Su Woliyi looked at the photo carefully, the handsome young man in the picture didn't seem to enjoy this kind of treatment, his eyes wandered, his expression was both helpless and funny.

"You don't seem to like her very much."

"Nothing." Fujiwara Xingkong closed his eyes, and opened them after a while: "A lot of things happened during that period, just some small misunderstandings."

"I like them very much, and I can do anything for them. In fact, all the time, when you love the people around you, love the country, etc., you have to have something worthwhile. They are worthy of my love. What will happen to this country in the future? All the good people are dead, and I won’t blink an eye.”

"I'm not a kind person. The only reason why I'm kind is because of them. Without them, I don't know what I would be like. So even if I agree with Ibaraki's ideas, I will try my best to stop him"

Suga Rika smiled irrefutably, she saw the short-haired girl peeking out from the entrance to eavesdrop, the corners of her mouth curled up in a rare mischievous arc.

"These are the only two girlfriends you have? Gone?"

Fujiwara Xingkong shook his head vigorously, not only to drive away the drunkenness, but also to answer her.

"Where's that girl I saw last time?"

"You mean Xiaozhen." Fujiwara Xingkong closed his eyes and breathed back and forth several times, "I actually don't like her enough."

There is a silhouette of a girl sobbing softly at the entrance. The sound is like bubbles blown by a fish underwater. The bubbles float to the surface and explode, so weak that they are almost undetectable.

Suga Rika sighed in pity.

After a while, Fujiwara Xingkong opened his eyes with difficulty, staring blankly at the glass in front of him, the reflection of his dull pupils was on the surface of the glass.

"I don't like her, but I can't let her leave me."

"Shameless." Su Wo Liyi gave her own evaluation.

Fujiwara Xingkong finally smiled, "Anyway, I can't let Xiaozhen leave me."

"Because I really am." Before he finished speaking, he threw himself on the bar counter.

"Too scared."

".lost."

"Fujiwara." Niijima shouted anxiously, she rushed over from the entrance, hugged Fujiwara Hoshiko's shoulders, her voice choked.

Tears dripped down and fell on his face, warm and moist.

"Let's go back. Let's go back." Niijima sobbed softly, supported his shoulders, and the two of them walked out of the cafeteria with difficulty.

Suga Liyi watched them open the door and leave.

Then she saw through the glass of the window that the two waited for about 10 minutes and successfully stopped a taxi.

With her eyes closed, she was alone, listening to the sound of the engine gradually moving away.

In the soft night, the rain is still falling silently.

(End of this chapter)