"One must have some faith in life." When Azad was submerged in the sea of fire, Ferangi finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
After the British set foot on the South Asian continent, he has been living like a loach, sliding around in the mud. He was handsome and always smiling, the British trusted him, the nobles liked him, and the lower class regarded him as a brother in trouble. So he sees people talking and talking to ghosts, relying on eloquence and acting skills to constantly open up his living space. In order to make money, he deceived the British, betrayed his compatriots, and even dreamed of concocting elaborate lies.
The amazing thing about human nature is that you become what you believe you are. "Shameless villain." He commented on himself like this, and accepted this role position with peace of mind. It is too tiring to be a good person. Letting go of the righteousness of the family and the country and morality, life will become easier immediately. Although the goshawk is worthy of respect, the loach also has its own way of living, and people have the right to choose not to be noble.
He lived his days cynically, but occasionally there was a flash of panic in his heart. He is still young, can he live like this forever? The current situation will not last long. In the future, either the British will completely conquer India, or the Indians will regain their autonomy. In either case, he could not continue to live speculatively. Who is he? Are you British? But it is indeed a native Indian. But can it count as an Indian? After all, in order to get a few more silver coins from the British, a lot of things have been done to harm the compatriots. What's more, even his name, Filangi, means "foreigner".
Fortunately, I don't think about it so much. In an uneasy era, every day I can live is a luxury. At least there are delicacies and beauties to fill the emptiness of life. That dancer named Sulaiya is really a stunner. Even the British are fascinated by her dancing. If you can see her and spend a good night together, what's the point of taking a little risk? He sneaked into her boudoir, even pretending to be a British officer, swaggeringly appeared at the banquet to dance with her.
She didn't seem to appreciate it, and deliberately pulled off his wig to put him in danger. She slapped him a few times in the room just now, saying that he would have let his grandma die four times in order to lie. What if grandma died four times? He thought nonchalantly that he had lost friends and family far more than four times since the British came.
British officer Clive was very satisfied with his intelligence work, but seemed to be too satisfied, and even sent him to inquire about the whereabouts of Azad, the British army's heart disease. He didn't really want to go into this muddy water, because it was dangerous and he might lose his life. Secondly, Azad was deeply loved by the Indian people. Although he was a shameless villain, he didn't want to be the enemy of all Indians. However, as an informant, it is difficult to ride a tiger, so I had to bite the bullet and agree.
Sure enough, he almost died, but fortunately, he rescued Azad's adopted daughter Zafira by accident and infiltrated Azad's military camp. After being in a coma for four days, after waking up, his first reaction was not the ecstasy after he got the information, but the thought of Zafila's deep eyes.
The people here are all very nice, like relatives he hasn't seen in a long time. The leader, Azad, in particular, trusts him unconditionally and instills great truths about dreams and beliefs in him. For a moment, he wanted to stay here and fight alongside his compatriots. But soon he woke up again, he was just a shameless villain, and the mud was where he lived.
The intelligence work this time was not as simple as he imagined. When he told Clive about Azad's whereabouts, something seemed to keep falling in his heart. The firepower of the British army was fierce, and the armory was instantly bombed into ruins. During the melee, he subconsciously grabbed Azad's hand to prevent Azad from falling to his death. "Now we're clear." He continued to use sophistry, trying to get out cleanly. But he didn't know at the moment that his fate would forever be tied to Azad, Zafira and fellow Indians. When he watched Azad, who had just been rescued, die heroically again, what had been dormant in his heart for a long time was finally ignited. "Disgusting Indians!" he once scolded his compatriots in British prison. Only then did I realize that I was the disgusting Indian. "One must have some faith in life." Ferangi finally understood the weight of this sentence.
Human nature may be to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, but it may also be addicted to justice. Just when he felt overwhelmed and wanted to escape back to his loach-like life, a goshawk led him to a wasteland. It was the land that Azad personally cultivated every day before his death. Now, a sprout has grown on the wasteland that has not grown anything for two years. For a long time after that, Felangi doubted the authenticity of the goshawk and the tender sprout. Perhaps these mystical incidents did not happen at all, but it was just the justice and kindness in his subconscious that began to fade away in the desolation. Rooted in the heart.
He was completely settled down, willing to be a good person, with his unkempt hair tied up, no longer smiling, and earnestly preparing the battle plan. Life in the barracks was hard and dangerous, but he had never felt so light and content in his heart.
There were occasions when he was troubled by propositions like "what kind of person am I?", but he soon saw the light of day, and found that his cunning nature could also be used in such important matters as saving the country and the people. Slippery between the British and Azad's forces, he played a variety of roles with ease, and was quick to make a difference for Azad's side. Since you want to be a loach, then be a righteous loach. "My lord, let me show you what an unshackled Indian is like," he said when subduing Clive. He finally knew his identity and was no longer the "foreigner" in his self-deprecation.
When he was free, he would secretly look at Zafira. She is about the same age as him, so beautiful, and a descendant of a prince, but she doesn't have the tenderness of a princess at all. She is a full-fledged female warrior. It's not that he never felt moved, but in the face of Zafi's furrowed brows and firm eyes, his heartbeat was quickly replaced by respect. This is a person who once carried the hatred of the country and the family, and will take on the great cause of governing the country in the future. The love of her children is too extravagant for her. And he, after all, can't change the nature of the prodigal son, and he doesn't want to be trapped in a great cause all his life. He stopped, gave her a ride, and it was time to go. He will come back when she is in trouble.
On the day he left, he did another "bad guy", stole Zafira's boat and drifted away in the direction of the river. With blue sky and white clouds, birds chirping and flowers fragrant, his best friend and sexy stunner Sulai Ya is also on board, and it seems that there will never be a happier moment than this time. The British have not been completely defeated, and India is still facing many problems, but he does not want to think about these for the time being, and just wants to enjoy a fragrant and energetic trip. Friends asked him what the future would look like. "The future will be bright," he said lazily, squinting at the sun.
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