About my hopeless brother and sister

Yes, the right thing to do is to carry on.

The right thing should not be questioned, the right thing is to be carried on and observed.

But, I've really neglected to mention what right is.

Right, it's something that is produced by the human mind.

What is right in everyone's mind is different.

In our eyes, Song Yixin is a "right" person made in a "right" way, a perfect product, a valuable work of art.

However, is this Song Yixin the "right" person according to Song Yixin's own standards? Perhaps Song Yixin did not have any consciousness in the beginning, but now Song Yixin has her own thoughts, so Song Yixin has the "right" thing in her heart. Song Yixin was not an item, Song Yixin was Song Yixin, that was all, Song Yixin was not an item to please others or to gain praise from others, but rather a person, with her own soul.

"Qin Feng, I'm not an item, I don't want to be controlled like this, I, I want to be, I want to do, what I, myself, think is right."

Chapter 171 - About My Ambiguous Crashed Relationship

What's the right thing to do? I had thought about it, but I didn't have the same thoughts as Song Yixin. People told me that this was the right thing to do, people told me that it was the right thing to do so, then so be it. I've never thought about whether this right, is what I think.

Or, whether this thing is right for me or not.

Some things are right for everyone, but it's moral and legal constraints that shape that. It is imposed by the third party forces of law and morality. In morality, it is right to respect the old, love the young, and pick up money, and in law, it is right to not do things that are illegal. These things are done to create a better environment and people can live better lives, and that is right for all.

But aren't there times when we still see things that are contrary to the moral law, but still make people sympathetic? The law forbids theft, yet we can see hungry people going about stealing food. Morality forbids cheating, but there are people who lie for their loved ones. For most people this is indeed right, but for a few this means death.

So, what is the best thing or easiest thing for us to do? That's turning yourself into a piece of playdough that you can fit into no matter what kind of mold, and not have part of it cut off. As long as it can fit the public right, it's okay.

How should this thing of being right be accounted for? What is right, and how is this right thing to be determined? We don't count laws and morals first. So let's look at what's right according to our schools, our teachers and our parents. They have their own standards in mind, and they shape us to that standard.

There is a part of us that is able to perfectly meet the demands of our parents and turn into a playdough in the shape that they like.

This is the part of us that feels this way, this is a good boy, this is a perfect girl, this is a good boy who did the right thing. This is the right person, this is the perfect product. This is a girl that everybody likes, this is a perfect craft.

Then, there's another part, they're not so much perfect, they don't fit that mold perfectly, but they're a cut remnant. Well, for this kind of person, we would all say this is a failure, this is a failed product, this is a burden on society, this is a failure of the parents, this is a mutilated artifact, this is a product that has no meaning.

But, our standards are all based on what the parents say, or it's all based on what the parent teacher we have labeled in our minds to evaluate. We are going by what we think, well this person I don't think is correct, this method I don't think is correct, he's not doing it right, so this is an incorrect product, this is a failure, this is a handicap, this is a product that doesn't make it to the table at all.

But, but, we're just third-person, is it really someone else's life that we're evaluating out by our standards?

Why should other people's lives be judged right or wrong according to our standards? Who are we to dictate to others what they choose to do with their lives? It's not our place to even smear people according to our standards, we don't get to judge whether someone is right or not, it's right is meaningless, this is the only kind of thing where one person's standards have meaning.

If this person thinks, this is the life I want.

Then it is right.

If that were the case, wouldn't the world not be right? Or is there no popular standard to judge whether someone is right or not?

Yes, when you think about it this way, there is no right standard or rightness in this world. The only thing that is right is not to break the law, not to cause problems for others, and as long as it doesn't affect anyone else, then anything that is done according to your own ideas is right.

The so-called rightness, the so-called right standard, is nothing more than praise shaped by a group of people who want to flaunt themselves or attack others, and that kind of thing is meaningless. We are also not in a position to criticize someone else, as long as that person has done nothing to hurt or affect the normal life of others that threatens them. What is right in our hearts is not what is right in the hearts of others, nor should it be a yardstick for their actions.

The right in our hearts is just something to manage ourselves, no matter who it is, as long as it's the same, it's our own right ruler, and we, then there's no point in interfering.

"Thank you, Qin Feng, it's so nice of you to listen to me complain about this."

Song Yixin handed me the drained glass of milk, paused, and said, "It'll be troublesome for you to wash it again."

"It doesn't matter, some doubts will become persistent in your heart if you don't let them out."

I took the glass of milk and said.

Song Yixin smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You're right, but I don't have anyone to say those things to. My brother's words are a strange creature at times, aren't they?"

"You have to see what's strange."

I was startled, hey hey young man, don't have disputes in your family either, but I won't manage the relationship between you siblings anymore. This incident I've already used on Wu Moxie won't happen again!

"My relationship with my younger brother is, how to say it, not as close as Qin Feng and the Chairman's management, but we also maintain basic sister and brother feelings."

Song Yixin added with a smile and said, "So, there are times when I know that my brother has done something wrong and I don't want to blame him, no, it's more like, I can't bear to do it."

"Understandable, although I say this as a younger brother."

"So, that's it. My family, I can't say those things, and I don't think there's any way Lizzy's words are going to work out what happened to me."

Song Yixin stood in front of me, sighed, and said.

"No, I don't think there's actually a way for me to do it."

There was really no point in talking to me about how I really couldn't give her any ideas. Could I still go in front of Song Yixin's parents and tell them about my inner activities and then move them to give Song Yixin the freedom she wanted? I simply couldn't, and I would have had a very difficult relationship with her parents. I had nothing to do with this matter, I couldn't do anything, all of it, and I shouldn't be allowed to get involved.

It's someone else's family business, and it's not even something I can meddle in. If it's just my brother, I might be able to get involved, but if it's family, especially if it's a parent, there's no room for me to talk at all, that's status suppression.

No one would care if I spoke.

"However, speaking to Qin Feng always feels more reassuring."

Song Yixin smiled and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to grab my hand, but her hand stopped in front of my hand. I noticed this, and Song Yixin also noticed me, and her face suddenly turned an embarrassing red. I immediately grabbed my cup and became myself without my hand.

Song Yixin was stunned for a moment, then dropped her hand, smiled, and said, "Maybe that's why I feel more at ease talking to Qin Feng."

"I don't have any way to help you, and I won't give you any ideas, but if you can feel at ease talking to me, I don't care, I can listen to you."

Song Yixin looked at me and said softly, "Qin Feng, the other person we see, is perhaps the most realistic one to each other. We, both saw a scene that the other could not see the most. Before, I never thought that something like this would happen, and I never thought that I would meet you."

I nodded and said, "Don't worry, Song Yixin, we've seen a lot of things, but I'll never tell anyone."

"Qin Feng, I'm very grateful to you, really."

Song Yixin reached out, gently pulling on my collar and bumping her head lightly against my chest. My heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the aroma of Song Yixin's body gently enveloped me. I didn't know why she was thanking me, but I wanted to hug her now, but I didn't have my hands free.

"You, thank me for what?"

"Thank you for allowing me to get my confidence back, thank you for changing my life, thank you for allowing me to see the world in a new light, thank you for giving me a sense of myself. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have understood what kind of life I wanted, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have thought of rebelling, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have, the life I wanted."

Song Yixin's voice, seeping through the gap between my ribs, mixed with the blood in my heart, curling up my body and spreading her feelings through my body.

"How does it feel that I've made a perfect teenage girl into a delinquent one?"

"Okay,"

Song Yixin paused, and a pair of hands, gently spread behind my back, wrapped around me like the gentle wings of an angel wrapped around me, gently and warmly, and held me.

"I've learned what I really want, I'm not perfect, and I wouldn't be any more perfect without you."

Song Yixin whispered on my chest.

"Song Yixin..."